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That, and the dangerous glint in his eyes, made her hurry. A moment later, she stood before him nude. His nostrils were flared when she looked into his face, reminding her a little of Jax in a fury.
    â€œBend over the fence with your hands on the top rail,” he said. She followed his instructions. Somehow she’d been expecting him to say just that. Expecting it . . . dreading it . . . anticipating it. A jolt of mixed excitement and anxiety went through her when he came up beside her. “Hold this between your thighs while I tie you up.”
    Elise looked up in confusion when he pressed the slapper of the crop at the top of her thighs, right next to her pussy.
    â€œI . . .
what
?” she sputtered when he applied pressure and the slapper started to slide between her thighs.
    â€œYou heard me. Let the crop in, and then clamp your thighs around it. Do
not
let it slide down or drop it. Don’t worry, it’s clean. I just purchased it. I’ve decided to use it for riding you instead of a horse,” he added darkly.
    Her breath caught at that. She did what he said, bewildered, but instinctively reacting to the hard edge to his tone. After a few seconds of squeezing her thighs tight to hold the crop in place, she started to understand why Lucien had made the request. First of all, she’d had to clamp her legs like a vice to stay on Jax. Her thighs were very tight and sore. They started to burn under the sustained pressure of holding the crop in place.
    Second of all, gripping the potential tool of punishment against her pussy felt dirty . . . illicit . . .
good.
Her already sharp excitement mounted. Her clit tingled against the tightly wound leather of the handle. She tightened her thighs to increase the stimulation and winced at the burn of the muscles.
    She saw that Lucien had witnessed her grimace.
    â€œDevil,” she accused softly when she saw his almost infinitesimal smile.
    â€œYou have yourself to thank for that,” he said as he lifted the leather tether and began to bind her wrists to the rail of the fence. When he’d finished and walked to the side of her, she blushed as she considered how she must look to him, stark naked and bound to a fence in a stable, the black leather crop handle sticking out just beneath her ass.
    â€œHow dare you put your life at risk that way?” She heard the distilled anger in his voice.
    She twisted her chin, wanting to see his face. What she saw in his eyes made her flinch inwardly. It was as if he considered a threat to her life as a personal affront. He lifted his hand and swung, giving her ass a stinging spank.
    â€œDon’t you ever . . . ever . . . ever pull something like that again, Elise,” he seethed, smacking her ass for emphasis as he walked behind her. She strained to see him. Her heart started to pound in her ears when she saw that he was stroking the length of his cock through his jeans, his handsome face tight as he stared at her bound body. “I can’t believe you did that. No other man on the polo team can handle Jax—strong, skilled men. What were you thinking?”
    â€œI just can’t stand it when you ignore me . . . discount me . . . act like I’m about as interesting as the hay on this floor. I did it to make you notice!”
    â€œIs that what you think?” he bellowed, sounding equally amazed and infuriated. “That I don’t notice you? That I could ever
possibly
ignore you when you’re near? Or even when you’re not? Impossible. I’m as likely to ignore you as I would a fire in the room.” His gray eyes reminded her of a wild, electrical storm when his gaze flashed up to her face. Oh dear. She really had unleashed a tempest.
    â€œI’m sorry,” she whispered.
    His expression hardened. “No you’re not.” She muffled a cry when he grabbed the handle of the crop.