Reins & Ribbons Page 6

  I glanced at him through my lashes, unsure of what I would see on his face. I'd hoped his anger and determination had waned. It had. In its place was intense focus of a different kind: arousal. He tipped his hat off his head, his dark hair shining in the sunshine. He hadn't shaved this morning and his whiskers were dark. I knew they would rasp beneath my palm as I stroked over his jaw—if he'd only release my hands. He stroked my hair back from my face; most of it had come loose. He worked at the pins and let them fall to the ground.

  “I like your hair down.”

  “Said the man with short hair,” I grumbled.

  He slowly shook his head, stroked over my long locks. “Only a husband can see a woman's hair down.”

  “You're very pleased with being my husband, aren't you?” Again and again he'd mentioned all the perks of being a husband. They ranged from spanking me to fucking me. While I didn't enjoy the spanking, I definitely felt as if his actions had forced me to unburden a secret. I did not like lying to Garrison, or Miss Trudy and Miss Esther.

  “Very pleased. If I weren't your husband, I wouldn't be able to do this.” He reached beneath my bunched skirts and found my dripping center and slipped not one finger, but two, deep inside. I came up on my knees and let my head fall back. He was so deep and his fingers filled me—not like his cock, but they were much more agile. I had no idea there were places deep inside that had me almost climaxing just by a simple graze or a brush of a finger. I gripped his forearm, trying to move him as I wanted.

  He tsked me. “I give you your pleasure from now on, Dahlia. Do you want to come?”

  His voice was dark and rough and I could feel the thick line of his arousal beneath me. “Yes!”

  “Then tell me, how much money did you win?”

  I cried out in frustration. I was close… so very close, but I knew Garrison wouldn't let me touch myself to bring the blissful release I craved.

  “Playing Poker?” I asked. My breathing was ragged and I hadn't run at all.

  His fingers paused deep inside of me. “You've won money other ways?”

  I shook my head, licked my lips. “No. Um… so far I've saved sixty-five dollars. Now move,” I ordered.

  He began to stroke over the sensitive places deep inside me again. “Impressive. You planned to make enough to move to a large city and what… continue to gamble to earn your keep?”

  His words had me opening my eyes. “You may consider me headstrong, Garrison Lee, but—”

  His laughter frightened some birds settled in the grasses and they took flight. “Headstrong? How about impetuous? Determined? Harebrained?”

  “—I haven't run off to the city. Yet.” I began to rock my hips, to ride his fingers. “Just saved my winnings.”

  “Are you fucking yourself on my fingers?” The corner of his mouth curled. He was so frustrating! One moment he was asking me about my secrets, the next he's dark and almost predatory. He certainly knew how to keep me off balance. “If I hadn't claimed your virginity last night, saw the blood of it on my fingers, I would swear you've got a whore's bent.”

  I didn't care if his words painted me a harlot. I wanted to come and I wanted to come now.

  “I need my pleasure and you aren't giving it to me,” I growled.

  With his free hand, he cupped my breast over my dress. “Now that you're married to me, you have no need to save money. I am not without means. I can give you whatever your heart desires.”

  “My desire is to come. It is my husband's job, I believe.” I clenched my hands into tight fists and fought against the snug rope. Somehow being bound only heightened my desire, for I was completely at Garrison's mercy. I could do nothing but submit to him, to wait for him to give me what I needed.

  The hand that cupped my breast moved beneath my skirts and flicked my overly sensitive clit. I was close, so close that only a little extra bit of attention, one little touch, then two was all that was needed to send me over the edge, to set me soaring.

  As I screamed my release, I heard Garrison say, “You're mine.”

  7

  GARRISON

  * * *

  It was difficult to think clearly when I had a very lusty bride fucking herself on my fingers. I tried to think about how many games of Poker she had to play to win sixty-five dollars and I wanted to spank her all over again. But, my cock was too hard, my balls had drawn up tight and my need to fuck Dahlia was too great to consider it further. She seemed to have that keen ability; she could easily distract me. Hell, she'd been doing it for years and that had been with just the fantasy of taking her. I worried I'd never have my sanity back.

  There was much to consider; her desire to live in a big city, her distinct lack of self-preservation, her constant secrecy. She'd shared a little, but that had been under duress. Would I always have to spank the answers out of her?

  Besides getting the answers I wanted, another result of her punishment was a very wet pussy. When I'd slid my fingers over her folds, I'd found them slick and hot. When we returned to the house, I would take her as I'd hoped, to begin her training for more intense pleasures such as claiming her sweet ass. I'd watched as that pink hole crinkled and tightened with each well-placed strike of my palm. While I couldn't fuck her in the ass now—I had to prepare her to accept my large cock—I could certainly introduce her to the idea of it and see how she responded.

  As soon as her pussy stopped clenching on my fingers, I worked the placket of my pants open and pulled my cock free. The tip wept with the eagerness to be buried within her.

  “Up, sugarplum.” With one hand on her hip, I lifted her up onto her knees. I reached behind and quickly tugged the knot loose that bound her wrists, letting her hands free. I lowered her down so that my cock found her entrance, her arousal making her slick and my entrance easy.

  “Garrison,” she groaned, gripping tightly to my shoulders. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes glassy. The breeze caught her hair and it was wild down her back.

  Holding her hips, I raised and lowered her as I wanted, the slick heat of her making my balls draw up, my seed all but boiling within. I wanted to rip open her dress and bare her breasts, but she had no other as replacement. She sighed, the sound almost one of relief. It was the sweetest, most arousing little sound. She'd needed to be filled with my cock. Doing so made her soft and pliant and anything but resistant.

  “It's too good.” Her eyes slipped closed and she began to rock and move above me, discovering what felt good to her. Breathy little pants escaped her lips and she began to methodically squeeze my cock.

  I knew she was close, but I would push her over and I knew just how to do it.

  I slid a finger around the base of my cock where we were joined, coating the tip of it in her wetness before brushing over her tight rosette.

  She bucked in my lap as if she were an untamed mare. “Garrison!”

  I felt her pussy soak my cock and her inner walls squeeze me.

  I watched her closely for any hint of dislike or discomfort. Other than having her eyes widen in surprise, she didn't resist my dark touch. My finger became intent on her ass, circling and nudging into her untried hole.

  “You like that?” I asked.

  She licked her lips and began to move again, her actions working my wet fingertip into her, stretching her resisting muscles.

  “You do. Such a good girl. Your ass, sugarplum, is mine. Soon enough I'm going to fuck it.”

  I watched as her eyes darkened as she considered the idea. She probably didn't even know it was possible. “Before then, I'll train it. Play with it like I am now, but also fill it and stretch it open with plugs. God, you're dripping onto my lap. You love the idea, don't you?”

  Perhaps it was my crude and carnal words. Perhaps it was because she'd just come on my fingers. Perhaps it was the surprising new sensation of having her ass played with, but she came. She stared wide-eyed at me, her scream caught in her throat. She pushed down, burying my cock in her pussy to the hilt, but also causing my finger
to breach her ass and fill her to the knuckle. While my cock remained still, I moved my finger in and out. Even there, she clenched down, pulsing and squeezing and all but milking me through her release.

  I couldn't hold off any longer. My cock thickened and then pulsed as I shot hot pulses of seed deep into her. I growled and gritted my teeth at the intensity of the release. If this was how it was to be with just a finger in her ass, I was eager to get home to continue with her training.

  “Let's get home, sugarplum. I've got plans for that ass of yours.”

  I promised Dahlia that I would take her back to the Lenox Ranch as soon as she needed a change of clothes. While she may have thought it would be the following morning, I'd kept her naked for three days. In that time, we'd fucked like proverbial rabbits. I'd taught her how to suck my cock and even trained her ass with a small plug. She'd loved it. Nothing I did scared her, for my wife was remarkably uninhibited, curious and very eager. I'd even say she was insatiable. I'd been more than willing to keep up with her voracious desire to fuck, for it was my job to tend to her every need, including her pleasure.

  It had kept my anger at bay over Pringle's purchase of the horse in Carver Junction. I didn't care about the animal; he would have rounded out my stud horses, but there were others. I was frustrated about my father's continuing impact on my ranch, even from the grave. It was my ranch now. I didn't have to report to him or do his bidding any longer. The bitter bastard had ruled my life long enough. Hell, if he hadn't been pitched from a horse and broken his neck, he would have continued to run the ranch into the ground and drive everyone around him away. Just like he had my mother.

  She'd longed for the city, just like Dahlia did. She'd hated Montana winters, the desolate prairie. Deep down, I think she'd also hated my father. Admittedly, theirs hadn't been a love match, but the man had been unkind and not accommodating to any of her wishes. If she'd just been allowed to visit her sister in Helena even, perhaps she wouldn't have killed herself.

  Now, ironically, I had a wife who wanted to be anywhere but on a ranch, married to a man who only wanted to be on a ranch. The difference between me and my father—besides him being a complete asshole—was that I loved Dahlia. I wanted her. No, I needed her.

  But Pringle had made a mess of things. Since he'd bought the horse in Carver Junction, I'd sent a hand to wire a man from Kansas about buying his stud horse. I'd purchased from him before and would do so again. His reply stated he'd have the animal taken to Cheyenne by train. I had two weeks to get there and meet him. I only wondered what Dahlia would think of it all. We'd just married and a trip to Cheyenne wouldn't make it easy.

  “I do not see why I need to ride upon your lap,” Dahlia murmured, her voice contrary. She was a very comfortable handful and if she didn't stop wiggling I'd arrive at the Lenox Ranch with a cock stand. “You own at least fifty horses.”

  “Sixty,” I countered, as I let the horse set his own pace. It was time to visit with her family, reassure them that she was indeed alive and married. I was eager to pick up her belongings and have her officially settled in my house, my bedroom—my bed—once and for all.

  “Even more reason to ride on my own.”

  “I assumed that since you have a nice big plug in your ass that perhaps you'd want to sit sideways across my lap.”

  I patted her bottom and felt the part of the plug that protruded from her tight hole.

  She closed her mouth with a click of her teeth and I heard a little moan escape. Her orgasms were much more intense, we'd discovered, when I played with her ass as I was fucking her. I could only imagine what it was going to be like when I actually filled that virgin hole with my cock instead of a smooth piece of wood. I had to grin at her continued sauciness and the easiest way to control her. Playing with her pussy and ass—even her pretty pink nipples—was more effective than even a spanking.

  “I don't know why you insist I keep it in while we visit my family. You've never had me keep one in this long before.”

  When we rode up to the big house, I murmured, “The plug is to stretch your ass so I can eventually fuck you there, as you so frequently beg me to do, but for now, it's to remind you that you belong to me.”

  “How can I forget when I have your seed dripping down my thighs?” she whispered, her warm breath fanning my ear. I felt my cock stir. The idea of my seed filling her, overflowing from her pussy had every base instinct come to the fore. She grinned at me and I knew she felt her power over me. While I had filled her with my seed and insisted she keep a plug in her ass, she had me by the balls. I may have been the dominant one in the marriage, but there was no question Dahlia held all the power. When I heard the screen door slam on the Lenox back door, she was just lucky I didn't toss her over my shoulder and carry her off behind some tree to have my way with her. Plug and all.

  DAHLIA

  * * *

  “You married him?” Iris shrieked from the porch.

  There was no chance that anyone in the Lenox family could miss the familiarity of our positions upon the horse when we rode up. Hopefully, they would have no idea that I had a smooth and very large piece of wood filling my bottom.

  “She wouldn't be sitting upon his lap otherwise,” Miss Esther commented. Her mouth pursed and she eyed me carefully. She was the stricter of the two women who had adopted me along with seven other little girls after the fire.

  “Yes, I married him,” I replied as Garrison lowered me to the ground and then dismounted himself. Marigold and Iris turned to each other and hugged, then began chattering away. Lily came out onto the porch to join them and they quickly told her of my news. “Didn't you receive word?”

  Miss Esther nodded. “Of course, your husband sent a man the other day.”

  “You're truly married?” Iris asked, her eyes bright with excitement. “I thought you went to Carver Junction to visit your friend.”

  Garrison stood beside me and I held my breath, waiting for him to give me away.

  “Her friend is very nice,” he said, completely taking me by surprise. I turned to look up at him, my mouth open. “Miss Banks—” He tilted his head and looked down at me, “—was a gracious hostess when I came to call. She saw to every one of my needs.”

  My cheeks flushed hotly at his innuendo, but fortunately everyone else missed it.

  “Garrison, I was supposed to be a flower girl!” Poppy said, pouting.

  “You already are a flower girl,” he countered. “You all are.” She flushed at the man's attention and looked away.

  “Miss Trudy went to visit with Rose,” Miss Esther commented, wiping her hands on her apron. She was always cooking something, and by the flour dust that was left behind, I had to guess a piecrust. “Chance wants her to slow down now that she's expecting. He's fit to be tied to keep that woman down.” Rose shared the news a month ago. While she was clearly excited about the idea of a baby, she seemed to be equally afraid of the concept. She had never been the maternal type as Hyacinth would be when her time came, but I knew she'd probably change her mind once she had her baby in her arms.

  Miss Esther shook her head and walked into the kitchen. “I suppose you'll want some coffee.”

  “We can't stay long, ma'am,” Garrison replied, taking my elbow as we climbed the few steps to the porch. “I'm needed back at the ranch. I have been remiss for several days now.”

  She turned and gave him a look, knowing exactly why he'd been remiss. Not only did I know the reason, but I felt it in my behind.

  Breeding horses and selling them across the territory and even farther afield into Wyoming and the Dakotas was very prosperous for him. The size of the spread and his—our—house were signs of his success. He might have liked to control how his business was run, but he had very skilled ranch hands to take care of the animals for days and even weeks at a time if needed.

  “Dahlia, you know where things are.”

  I went to the cupboard and took down three mugs and carried them to the stove where a pot of coffee was al
ways hot and fresh.

  “Get me a cup, too,” Lily called.

  I served everyone as my sisters peppered Garrison with questions. He either responded readily or dodged a response with deftness and skill. Not everyone could handle my sisters easily; they were overwhelming and loud. While Garrison was familiar with all of the Lenoxes, he had never been inside the house, only coming to the front door to come calling. He'd never visited with so many of us at once before. I couldn't even remember if he'd ever had a conversation with Miss Esther other than saying hello to her after church or bidding her a good day as they passed in town. It must be a little unusual for her to now have the man married to one of her daughters.

  I lowered myself, very carefully, into a chair beside him. I placed my forearms on the table and leaned forward as not to put any weight upon the plug.

  I saw Garrison's lips tip up at my predicament and I narrowed my eyes at him.

  “Why is it, young man, you were in Carver Junction?” Miss Esther asked, forcing his attention away from me.

  Garrison took a sip of his coffee. “I went to buy a horse.”

  “Did you find what you were looking for?”

  Garrison looked down at me and took my hand in his. “I did.” After a moment, he turned to Miss Esther again. “As for the horse, he'd already been purchased.”

  “Dahlia, why are we talking about horses when we can talk about other things?” Iris asked. She rested her chin on her palm and stared at Garrison. “How did he ask you?”

  I cleared my throat. “He… he got down on one knee, of course.”

  Garrison squeezed my hand. “I was so persuasive, she couldn't refuse.”