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  "Because it's dangerous," I answered, my voice soft. He was explaining himself, perhaps even scolding me a little, but it didn't seem quite so harsh since we were naked and I was in his arms. I felt his cock against my belly, my breasts pressed into his chest.

  "Yes, but also because I can't think clearly when you're around. You bewitch me, kitten."

  The smile on my lips now was broad and genuine.

  "I hated the cattle drive," I admitted. "Not just the part where a gun was waved around or I was taken away by a miserable man."

  I heard a gravelly sound escape his throat, but otherwise he remained quiet.

  "I didn't like the smell, or the slow pace, or falling in the creek. I hated being wet for so long. The food was terrible and it was boring."

  He arched a brow.

  "I was wrong."

  Chance kissed my forehead, then pulled back. "I'm proud of you for admitting that, but you will be punished. Ah, kitten, the look on your face is all wrong for those words. I don't want to see eagerness, but worry instead."

  I should feel contrite, but I wasn't. I felt...free. For the first time I could release my need to be in control. I could give my body to him and I knew he'd take care of me. I didn't always have to be the one that said what was best. I backed out of Chance's hold and turned so I could lower to my forearms so my ass was in the air, presenting myself for my punishment. Looking over my shoulder, I glanced up at Chance. His hand came down on my right cheek with a loud crack, but with no force.

  "You don't get to say how you will be punished, kitten. It's all up to me. Now, return to how you were instructed before, hands on the headboard."

  The sting in my bottom had my nipples tightening. There was a strange connection between the twinge of pain and my arousal. I didn't say anything as I moved into the position he'd requested, hands on the headboard slats, knees bent and open.

  CHANCE

  "That's a good girl."

  I had her exactly where I wanted her, in my bed, naked and doing my bidding. She was so receptive to my touch that getting her naked and in bed were simple tasks. The third, her doing my bidding—well, I had hoped she would comply. Something changed while we'd been apart, in the duration when Ivers held her. Not only in me, but also in Rose as well.

  I'd been forced to watch the bastard ride away with her, helpless to save her because of Stills and his fucking gun. I'd fought an armed man to rescue her and it had been worth it. My life was worthless without her. So I'd tackled the man to escape, thankful to have come away unscathed. Not only could I have been shot, but trampled as well. Both were grim demises that I refused to consider now.

  When I'd been ready to save Rose from Ivers, my aid had been unnecessary. She'd been smart and used her own natural weapons, her brain and irritating way to pester someone. There was no question she was underestimated; she was a very smart woman. Even I had taken that for granted. I'd wanted to shelter her from all harm, all potential dangers, when all I'd done was put her in a makeshift prison. I'd stifled her to the point where she couldn't be herself. I had to let her make some mistakes, although her safety would never be compromised. And so I learned I needed faith, faith that Rose could defend herself, at least to a certain degree.

  Rose seemed to discover something herself, that she didn't need to be so strong. She didn't need to take on the world alone. I would be there for her, helping her, supporting her from now on, and not smothering her with a blanket of overprotection as I did so. There was no question she'd argue and fight me like a wild mustang fighting a lead, but she would put value in my demands. I had reasons, and the incident with Ivers and Stills proved their worth.

  Now here she was, hale and hearty, and doing my bidding. She needed to be punished for her rash actions, but a spanking wouldn't achieve the outcome I desired, for while she seemed to find it painful, it was arousing as well. I had to know, with complete certainty, that she would heed my words, that she would be contrite. A stern punishment other than spanking would ensure this would not be forgotten. And so I lowered myself between her legs, spread her thighs wide and began.

  "Chance!" Rose cried as I put my mouth on her damp flesh, my tongue flat as I licked over her entire pussy. I wasn't gentle. This wasn't about her pleasure, but her punishment.

  "Like that, kitten?"

  I watched as her fingers whitened as she clenched the headboard. "Yes!"

  "You will not come. That is your punishment."

  I flicked the tip of my tongue over her little pink pearl, then stopped, stroked a finger over her slit, parting her, then teasingly circled her entrance.

  "I...I don't understand," she replied breathily.

  "I know your body, Rose. I know how to take you to the brink of pleasure, and then stop. Again and again."

  It was punishment for me as well, for my cock ached to fill her. It wanted to feel her hot walls clench down, have the slick slide of filling her provide delicious friction. My pleasure would have to wait for I had a lesson to teach.

  "This is the only way for you to know how I felt when Ivers took you. Desperate. Out of control. Angry. Insane with need."

  With my mouth, I worked her into a frenzy. Feeling her clench down on the tip of my finger, I pulled back.

  "No!" she cried.

  I waited until she had calmed, then did it again and again until her skin was slick with sweat, her head thrashing on the pillow and tears slipped from her eyes. That was the only outlet of release I would allow her body.

  "Chance, please. Oh God. I need you."

  "You've got me, kitten."

  She was so wet now her juices coated my chin, were slick on her thighs. Her taste would be something I'd never forget, something I would always crave.

  "Are you ready to let me give you your pleasure?"

  "Yes!"

  "It's mine to give, isn't it, kitten?"

  "Yes!"

  "Who's in charge?"

  "You are."

  "Who will keep you safe?"

  "You will."

  "Who has learned you need to make some choices of your own?"

  She swallowed deeply, and then looked down her body at me, confused. Her cheeks were tear stained, her face flushed, and her eyes wild with need.

  "Me, kitten? This has been my punishment, too. It's torture for me to wait." I sat back on my heels and gripped the base of my cock, then stroked up the length in a firm grip. I hissed at the contact. The tip seeped clear fluid, desperate and ready to fuck. "We've both learned a lesson, haven't we?"

  She nodded her head, her hair clinging to her damp brow. "Yes."

  I came over her then, bracing my weight on one forearm, aligning my cock with her slick entrance. As I filled her, I kissed her. Deeply, darkly, carnally. We both groaned through the kiss as I sank in all the way. With the blunt head of my cock, I felt her womb.

  She molded around me like a hand in a glove, the perfect fit. Her inner walls milked my cock as if it were trying to pull the seed from my body. She was scalding hot, tight and wet. A perfect combination I couldn't resist.

  Lowering my head, I took a nipple in my mouth as I began to move. I'd been so primed that my balls had already tightened, my orgasm right there. "Come, kitten."

  It didn't take more than that simple command for Rose to do as I ordered. She tensed as she cried out my name, her sweet pussy holding me tightly within as I came. My seed pulsed into her, over and over as my pleasure washed over me, so intense it was blinding. Her hands gripped my lower back, her nails digging into my flesh. She would leave marks and I would cherish them. I took a moment to catch my breath, let the last bits of pleasure course through me.

  Although I'd come and come hard, I wasn't done. Far from it. My cock was ready for more and I would take it. I'd take her, for she was my wife and she was precious. She knew how much I loved her, how much I wanted her, but I'd show her as well. I'd prove it to her again and again until she would never doubt.

  I pulled out, watching as my seed slipped from her, t
hen rolled her onto her belly. She sighed at the manhandling, content and sated as she was, but did not resist. There was no lingering, no additional need to arouse her as she was still highly sensitive and my cock was ready to take her again. But it would not be her pussy I'd take this time, but her virgin ass.

  Swiping my fingers through the ample seed, I coated her back entrance.

  "Chance!" Rose moaned. My name on her lips was a mixture of surprise and need, for I'd shown her a hint of the pleasure to be found in ass play, but she would soon have it all. She'd also only come once so far and I knew she was able to come again and again beneath my attentions, and I would not deny her body that need.

  "It's time, kitten. It's time to make you fully mine. This perfect little rosebud is going to be stretched wide by my cock and you're going to love it."

  Her hips pushed back at my probing finger and I knew she would not resist. Like all other times, she was uninhibited was well primed and needy. Collecting more of my seed, I continued to work her so she was slick and prepared. Once my finger slipped past the tight ring of muscle, I worked some seed within as well, ensuring she was very slick. I wanted only pleasure for her—no pain—so I took my time, letting her acclimate to the new feelings, letting her body stretch and loosen so I could fit my cock inside. I also waited for her arousal to build to the epic level where once again she was frantic for more. She did not hold back her passion, but let it overtake her as I played with her, and because of this I knew she was ready.

  I aligned my cock not with her ass, but first with her pussy, sliding in all the way, pumping a few times, and then pulling out so I was slick and glistening with her arousal. I grasped the base of my cock and ran the broad head over her dripping folds, ensuring I was well coated so I could enter her with ease.

  "Tuck your knees beneath you, kitten. I want your ass nice and high. That's a good girl."

  As she adjusted, her hands clenched the quilt. I aligned my cock, my eagerness having me delay no longer, but I kept it carefully moderated so that patience reigned. Carefully, I nudged my hips forward, then back, again and again, bumping against her clenched opening.

  "Relax and breathe, kitten. Now push back. Yes, like that."

  All at once, her body stopped resisting and the flared head of my cock slipped inside. We both groaned simultaneously. She was so unbelievably tight that she was all but strangling my cock. I exhaled and relaxed, trying to fight the urge to rut. This was not the time. I nudged my hips forward a tiny fraction of an inch, then pulled back, again and again, slowly filling her.

  "Oh, Chance. I never knew...I mean....oh—"

  I reached down between us and ran my finger over her clit. She was always extra sensitive after her first climax and it only took a brief amount of play for her to come again. Her ass clenched down on my cock as she tensed, her breath held, then escaped in deep pants through her pleasure, then recovery. I took this time when she was mindless to push into her further, so slick and hot around me, deeper and deeper until I was fully seated, my balls nudging her hot pussy.

  "There, kitten. You've taken all of me."

  "You're so big. It's...I'm so full," she groaned. Her back curved and arched.

  "Now it's time to fuck you here, kitten. You may come as often as you want. Nothing but pleasure."

  Gripping her hips, I pulled back, letting my cock work all of those pleasure spots, then filled her again. I fucked her at a slow yet deliberate pace until sweat dripped down my back. She came again, clenching me like a fist as I fucked her, and that was my undoing. I couldn't hold back my release and I slid all the way in so that I filled her deep with my seed.

  Rose's entire body went slack as she breathed deeply. Slowly, I pulled free and ran my hand up and down the length of her spine, wanting that continued connection while soothing her. I'd used her well, but given her pleasure. I took in her used pussy; her lips there were swollen and open, her rosebud a bright pink and coated in my seed. I felt virile and possessive at the sight.

  Slipping from the bed, I went to the washroom to clean myself with a cloth, then brought one back to the bedroom for Rose, who remained in the same position I left her. Although I liked to see my mark of seed on her, I gently wiped her clean. Tossing the cloth aside, I climbed in bed and pulled her in behind me. "Sleep, kitten, for you'll need it. I'm going to take you all night long."

  CHAPTER NINE

  ROSE

  Chance did exactly as he'd said and I awoke to being taken not once, not twice, but three times. He'd been creative in the ways he fucked me, standing at the side of the bed as I lay on my back, ankles on his shoulders, on our sides as we lay like two spoons in a drawer; from behind as I knelt and gripped the headboard. I slept well past dawn and only stirred when I heard voices downstairs. Rolling over, I discovered the bed empty beside me. My body felt achy and sore, well used by Chance. It felt...good—even my bottom where he'd taken me for the first time. I wanted more. I'd become voracious for my husband and his very skilled cock.

  I dressed quickly, this time donning a corset instead of my usual wrap. Once all of the hooks had been fastened, I looked down at how my breasts were lifted. While it offered the same support to my large bosom, it did nothing to diminish it as wrapping accomplished quite successfully. Instead of grumbling about how exposed I felt, I smiled to myself, knowing Chance would be pleased. He seemed to be quite fond of my breasts and liked to give them very thorough attention. I wanted to please him first and foremost now, for when I did, he more than pleased me in return.

  Once I’d dressed and arranged my hair into a bun, I followed the voices to the kitchen where Chance sat at the table having coffee with Miss Trudy and Hyacinth. Chance stood at my appearance and came around the table to kiss my temple. I couldn't miss the way his eyes lowered to my breasts on the way, for I knew the shape of my figure was different. "We have visitors," he commented aloud, although his eyes were telling me “Later.”

  "Yes, I can see that." I smiled wickedly, and then turned to my family. "Hello, Miss Trudy, Hyacinth." I went around the table and gave each a kiss on the cheek.

  "We heard about your horrible incident from Walt."

  Miss Trudy's voice was as calm as usual, but I knew she was bothered. Her lips were pinched and she gripped her mug firmly. I had amends to make, but not with the others present. She was never one to tell tales or admonish in public, therefore I knew she bided her time.

  "You look quite pretty today, Rose, with that green skirt. It really complements your eyes." Hyacinth, ever the diplomat, always found something nice to say about anyone even the veritable shrews who thought lowly of the Lenox family in town. She always spoke to them without a hint of the malice I was sure she felt.

  "Thank you," I said. Although she wasn't my sister by blood, she was most certainly a sister of my heart, and my favorite. While in the past I'd been bent on doing only wrong, Hyacinth was quite the opposite; I never knew her to do a misdeed in her life.

  "Jackson, Big Ed's son, has arrived at the ranch," Miss Trudy said, making idle small talk.

  Chance poured a cup of coffee and handed it to me as I sat beside Hyacinth. As I did so, I felt seed drip from my pussy and my eyes widened. It was warm and a surprising reminder at what I'd done with Chance just before sunrise. I looked to him, realizing his statement about being with me even when he wasn't nearby, was apt. He wasn't touching my pussy with his cock, his mouth or his fingers, but I felt him there. He watched me closely, but could not read my thoughts. If he had even an inkling, he did not let on. I just hoped I would not have a mark on my skirt, as I was not wearing any drawers.

  "Really?" I asked shifting in my seat and trying to direct my thoughts away from Chance's cock. "Is Jackson an asset?"

  "He is a big man and easily able to help Big Ed with the more burdensome tasks."

  I glanced at Hyacinth, who fidgeted in her seat. She never did that and I was quite surprised. I even saw a flush to her cheeks.

  "Do you find him acceptable, Hyac
inth?" Chance asked, leaning a hip against the sideboard. He took a sip of his coffee.

  She looked down at her lap. "Yes, quite," she replied, her voice soft.

  Ah. Ah! I glanced at Miss Trudy who smiled gently. It seemed perhaps Hyacinth had finally met her man, but if she had feelings for Big Ed's son, Miss Trudy would not speak of it and embarrass her. Hyacinth was not one to talk so openly about her feelings, unlike some of our sisters.

  Hyacinth abruptly stood, her chair legs scraping on the wood floor. Chance came around quickly to pull it back for her. "Thank you," she murmured as she smoothed down her skirt. "I think it's time we left, don't you, Miss Trudy? I'm sure they are quite tired after their ordeal."

  She didn't wait for the other woman to answer, just exited the room. Chance was gentleman enough to escort her outside.

  Neither Miss Trudy nor I moved.

  "I am quite shocked. I don't think I've ever seen Hyacinth flustered before," I said, glancing down the hall and hearing the front door close.

  Miss Trudy nodded, smoothed back her already neat hair. "Yes, Jackson is a very handsome man. All of the girls have been making calf eyes at him, but to no avail. Hyacinth has been avoiding the man, as is her norm, but he seems quite taken by her. It is amusing to watch."

  "Miss Trudy," I began, wanting to direct the conversation away from Hyacinth's romantic interests.

  She held up her hand. "I am glad you are well."

  It was my turn to glance at my lap, but I did not fixate there. I lifted my chin and looked her square in the eye. "I owe you an apology for leaving as I did. I was impulsive and reckless and caused you fear unnecessarily."

  "You are in love," she replied with a small shrug.

  I nodded without hesitation. "Yes, yes I am. But that's no excuse for my behavior. What you shared with me was not understood until yesterday. I admire your bravery and am appreciative of what you’ve done for all of us."