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  "Out, before you fall asleep. I need you awake for what I plan to do."

  He helped me from the tub and dried me himself, his hands gentle, but every line of his body indicated his eagerness.

  "Your turn," I said, working at the buttons on his shirt.

  He covered my hands with his own. "If you help, I won't get clean before I fuck you, kitten." The wicked gleam in his eyes showed the truth to his words. "Get on the bed, hands on the headboard, legs spread and wait for me."

  15

  ROSE

  * * *

  "Chance...I—"

  One dark colored brow arched. "You're compliant, remember?"

  I bit my lip and spun on my heel.

  I sat down on the edge of the bed and dried the ends of my hair with the bath sheet as I listened to Chance splash in the tub. Using his words as a guide, I had to assume he would not linger on his bath, so I did not linger on my hair. The wild mass was a lost cause; there was no time to brush out the tangles. I took a deep breath to soothe rattled nerves, and I was apprehensive, as I knew Chance's demeanor was too mild for the predicament we were in earlier. What would he do to me besides fuck me?

  I'd learned so many carnal things in the few days we'd been wed, but I imagined we'd only done the more innocent of acts. Chance had reassured me again and again what we did together, no matter how dirty or decadent, was beautiful. Sometimes when he was deep inside me I couldn't tell where I ended and he started. I wanted to reaffirm that now, after what we'd been through, but not knowing what he had planned made my heart rate accelerate.

  "You didn't listen." A naked Chance stood in the doorway, hands up by his shoulders as he gripped the doorframe. His cock was pointed straight at me as if it knew where it wanted to be. I jumped at his words but stilled, then stared. I couldn't help it. His shoulders were broad, his belly rippled with muscle. A line of hair travelled from his navel downward into the thatch of hair at the base of his cock. I licked my lips, remembering the feel of him in my mouth, the taste of him on my tongue.

  "Kitten," he prompted.

  I moved into the position he wanted, my head on the pillow, my hands over my head and gripping the slats of the headboard, then looked to him. I exhaled and relaxed my tense muscles.

  He hadn't moved, just followed me with his eyes. With his chin, he indicated something I forgot. Oh! My legs. I bent my knees and planted my feet on the bed, then moved them apart. Only when he was satisfied with my position did he come into the room. Putting a knee on the bed had me shifting slightly, but I remained still. Placing himself between my splayed knees, he looked his fill, taking his time. I felt his gaze on me as if it were his hand, a soft caress that had my nipples tightening and a shiver raced down my spine. My breath quickened with the anticipation and I ached for his touch. My fingers clenched nervously at the headboard, my grip slippery.

  "I love you." The words came out in a blurted rush.

  His eyes widened at the words, clearly surprised. I hadn't expected to say it, but I meant it.

  He crooked his finger at me and I moved to sit up. A big hand snaked around my waist, pulling me into him so we were chest to chest, both on our knees atop the soft quilt. His face was so close I could see the flecks in his eyes, the whiskers on his strong jaw. I licked my lips, unsure of myself.

  He groaned, then whispered, "Kitten." Lowering his head, his mouth met mine in a gentle brushing of lips. He kissed the corner of my mouth, then along my jaw until he kissed the dainty curve of my ear.

  "Do you know how long I've waited for those words?" he whispered.

  Another chill ran down my spine at his warm breath on my neck. He kissed my frantic pulse, then moved back up to gently suck on my earlobe.

  "No," I whispered back.

  "I can't remember when I didn't love you."

  I froze at his words, my hands on his solid chest. "You...you do?"

  "You doubt my love?" He pulled back just enough to tilt my chin up with his fingers.

  "We always fight," I replied.

  "I think that will change now, don't you?" He still held my chin, but his thumb ran over my lower lip.

  I'd fought against everyone for so long. I couldn't remember when I wasn't contrary. I argued just so I could be heard, which was hard when growing up in a house of ten females. So I'd found a way to have a voice and I used it often, even with Chance. I'd wanted to be free, yet I had been all along. Even Miss Trudy had alluded to it the day Chance had left for the cattle drive. Marrying Chance hadn't taken my freedom away, quite the opposite in fact. He'd given me room to be myself without the need to argue to be heard.

  But I hadn't seen that. I'd continued on, arguing with a hot head and a loud mouth, fighting him just to be difficult. I'd wanted his attention, and yet I'd had it all along. His attention especially. Once we were married and I fought him, he'd spanked me. I didn't like it, but it had given me the attention I'd sought. It was a vicious circle that I hadn't broken from, yet Chance had seen it all along. The last time, he'd even said I'd been itching for a spanking. Most likely, I had.

  "Oh." The sound slipped out.

  The consequences of my flippancy had never been as extreme as on the cattle drive. It had made me learn that some boundaries couldn't be crossed, that fighting them wouldn't give me the attention I craved, but a life-threatening situation instead.

  I'd put both of us in danger. I'd jeopardized the livelihood of the ranch. I remembered the booming sound of the gunshot and knew that the most precious thing in the world could have been taken away from me. And for what?

  Tears welled in my throat, filled my eyes. "Oh," I repeated. "I've been so awful to you." The tears fell now, unhindered and the emotion I'd been holding inside followed with it. This was the first time I'd truly cried in...forever. "How can you say you love me when I've done nothing but fight you?"

  I tilted my forehead against his chest and cried—cried for the near death we shared, for the terrible attitude I'd had with him when all he'd wanted to do was keep me safe. I cried for not appreciating Miss Trudy's words and what she'd experienced in her hard life. I'd devalued her dreams as inconsequential, when instead I should have been proud of her. She'd worked and fought incredibly hard for her dreams and all I'd done was whine.

  Chance stroked my back as I sobbed, patient as always. When I was all out of tears, I hiccupped and wiped my nose with the back of my hand before he tilted my chin up once again.

  "I love that you're feisty and independent and strong. Brave, too. I also like it when I get to spank you for being insolent and insubordinate and just plain cranky."

  I couldn't help but give him a watery smile. “I like it when you spank me, too.”

  “Hmm. Then that’s not much of a punishment then.” He paused, the continued, “You're always with me, Rose, even when you're not there. The ride to Parsons, it was miserable. It rained."

  I frowned.

  "We had to sleep in the livery. Do you think I would rather be in bed with you or on hay with some horses and the other men? You may think I want to do things without you, but that's not the case. I want to be with you...always, but sometimes it's better if I'm alone."

  "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 beneath me 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."

  16

  CHANCE

  * * *

  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, then rolled her onto her back. 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. I didn’t wait, just slid into her again. She looked up at me, saw me and wrapped her legs about my waist, pulled me in closer.

  “More,” she whimpered. Oh yes. More.

  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 a second time. She rippled and pulsed and 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.

  "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.

  "You’ll come again for me, won’t you? 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 side, wanting that continued connection while soothing her. I'd used her well, but given her pleasure. I felt virile and possessive at the sight of her sweaty and sated beneath me.

  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."

  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.