Lenox Ranch Cowboys: Complete Boxed Set - Books 1 - 5 Page 6
Her eyes widened and her hands gripped the cushion of the chair. "Ridiculous ramblings? You're going to give me back!"
I slowly walked toward her and she retreated, one step back for every step forward. Her legs were much shorter than mine and I quickly gained ground. "Why the hell would I want to give you back?"
"Because you're done with me," she replied. Her gaze darted over her shoulder to look for any impediments in her path. There was only one. The wall.
I pointed to the front of my pants. "Look, kitten. See that? That's right, my cock. It's so hard it could pound nails in a fence post and do you know why?" I took one more step and she bumped into the wall. She couldn't move in either direction with a desk on one side of her and another wall on the other. "Because I want to fuck you all day long. I'm always like this when I'm around you. It's been like this for months. Months, Rose. You shouldn't be afraid I'll give you back. Instead, you should be afraid that I'll never let you go."
Her mouth fell open and her eyes widened. I'd finally stunned her quiet.
"Now you are going to turn and bend over the desk and lift your skirt for me and I'm going to give you the spanking you've been itching for."
"I do not want a—"
I held up a hand. "Not another word." I waited as she considered her options, which were none. Then I watched her swallow as she thought about what was to come. I doubted she'd ever been spanked before, for if she had she wouldn't be behaving so recklessly.
She turned and placed her hands on the dark wood, then leaned forward. Her compliance had my cock press painfully against my pants. She knew I wouldn’t hurt her. She knew while I was riled, I’d never spank her when truly angry. She didn’t know it, but she was lost. A firm hand was needed because she couldn’t see that I’d be there for her. I’d protect her, cherish her, love her with all my heart. She’d been loved at the Lenox house, without doubt. But she hadn’t had one person focus solely on her. She was scared and lashing out. I’d be there for her, even if it meant a spanking to settle her.
And that was the crux of the problem. She didn’t know that a spanking from me would actually settle her and until she did, she’d fight me like a wild mustang.
"Lift your skirt, kitten. Show me what's mine."
She tossed a dirty look over her shoulder, but remained silent, her hands reaching down to lift up the length of her skirt, exposing her trim legs one inch at a time. Finally, the little ribbons on her stockings appeared, then the creamy pale skin of her thighs just before the lower curves of her ass, then finally the full globes. She placed her hands before her once again, her face turned away. She might not see it, but deep down, this was exactly what she wanted.
I lowered down to my haunches and removed her boots and stockings, then leaned in and kissed on pale globe before standing again.
When I placed my palm on one lush cheek, she startled and I soothed her. "Easy, kitten. I've got you. You've been trying to get my attention since you were eight years old with your antics. I saw you then and I see you now. The difference now is that your wild deeds will get you spanked. You've got me, kitten, all of me. You don't have to make me angry to have me take control. I'll fuck you—don't you worry none about that—but I'll decide when."
I brought my palm down onto her upturned ass. She jumped at the crack that filled the air, but the strike wasn't overly hard.
"Hey!" she cried, but could do nothing with my hand at her lower back.
Spank.
"You have me, kitten, by the balls."
Spank.
"Seeing you like this, with your pretty ass turning nice and pink."
Spank.
I nudged her feet apart. "Your pussy's pretty and open. I bet if I run my finger over your smooth flesh I'll find you slippery and wet."
Spank.
"You want this. You need this. You need me to take control."
9
CHANCE
* * *
With that, I finished out the ten I'd promised her, then plunged my fingers into her sopping wet pussy, easily filling her with not one finger, but two. She pushed off the table with her hands, arching her back.
"Chance!"
"You like that, don't you, kitten? The way I rule your body? You're going to come for me." I placed my thumb over her distended clit and pressed firmly as I worked her with my fingers. "Right now."
She did. She came on command, milking my fingers as if she never wanted to let them go. Her juices dripped onto my hand as she screamed, her entire body taut. I continued to work her expertly until the last bit of pleasure ebbed and she slumped back onto my desk. I would never be able to look at the wooden surface again without seeing her this way.
As I stepped back and lifted my wet fingers to my mouth, tasting how sweet and wild she was, she pushed up and turned around to stand before me, her skirt falling back in place. She lifted her gaze to meet mine.
"You think you control me?" she asked, her voice smooth as silk after her orgasm.
"I know it."
Her hands went to the knot at the bottom of my shirt that she wore, undid it. Then she began working free all the buttons down the front, one at a time. She didn't shift her gaze away from mine. "You think you have all the power, that I'll just bend over a desk and let you have your way with me."
I grinned, and I watched as she dropped the shirt to the floor. "You just did," I replied cockily.
She undid the knot on the wrap that circled her torso, worked it around her body with ease and proficiency, her ripe breasts coming unbound.
I stifled a groan at the sight. With the sunlight streaming through the windows, she looked almost golden, her hair wheat colored, her skin a pretty flushed pink. Her nipples were plump and I ached to suckle at one as I remembered their taste. Sweet and tart just like she was.
Next, she undid the fastening and her skirt fell to the floor.
"You have the power?" she asked again, this time stepping up to me and pressing her palm against my pants directly over my hard length. The tips of her nipples bumped against my chest.
I hissed out a breath, shook my head. “Power? Absolutely not. That’s all you, kitten. Remember, you can always tell me no when I take control.”
She pushed me back so I bumped into the wall, letting her have her way. She was correct, I may be the one who was in control, but she had power, like a sorcerer's spell bewitching me. I'd followed her to town to keep her safe. I'd spanked her ass because she needed a keeper and needed to know her boundaries, but even so, she held all the power. And now, with my cock beneath her palm, I'd let her do whatever she wanted.
When she dropped to her knees before me, undoing the placket of my pants and grabbing my cock in her tiny grip, I was stunned. I was even more so when she put the wide head into her mouth and licked over the little ridge along the bottom as if she were voracious.
"Jesus, kitten," I groaned, my fingers tangling in her silky hair. "Where the hell did you learn this?"
She didn't answer and the way my eyes rolled back in my head, I didn't need to hear it. I just felt. It was incredible, hot and wet. She took me in deeper while still gripping the base. Then she started to move, in and out. She wasn't overly skilled, her motions more eagerness than adeptness, but hell, if she kept it up for much longer, I'd come. I felt my orgasm tighten my balls, felt the seed boiling and ready to burst forth. I gently pushed her off me and my cock throbbed at the loss. It was wet and shiny from her mouth, the color an angry red.
When I started to back her up so I could lay her once again on the table and fuck her, she shook her head. "No. I'm in control now."
And how I didn't come then and there from those sultry words, the look on her face, her naked body, I had no idea. She was so passionate, so wild when she released all of her inhibitions. I took a step back and towed off my boots, then stripped off my clothes in all haste. I leaned against the wall and slid down, bending my knees slightly with my feet planted on the floor. "All right, kitten. Ride me. You control it all."
She looked down at me, saw my erect cock, clear fluid seeping from the tip. It took her just the briefest of moments to understand before lowering herself down to her knees so that my cock nudged her scalding hot pussy. Straddling me, she placed one hand on my shoulder for balance then grabbed hold of my cock with the other. I hissed out a breath as she guided me to her opening and lowered herself down. Our eyes met and held. She was so wet that I filled her quickly and we both gasped, almost startled by the ease and swiftness of penetration.
"There you go, kitten. I'm all yours." Her inner walls clamped down on me like a vice and I gritted my teeth at the sweet feel of her.
Her eyes fell closed and her mouth opened, her breasts rising and falling with her little breaths. She was the most amazing sight. I couldn't resist touching her and so I lifted my hands and cupped her breasts, heavy and plump, running my thumbs back and forth over her nipples and watched them harden.
"Chance!" she cried, then started to move, lifting her hips up and down, but she wasn't taking all of me and couldn't settle.
"Lean back," I told her.
She shifted slightly, her back against my thighs and I slipped in all the way. "Oh," she sighed.
"There you go. Now you're crammed full. I've given you control, kitten, so make me come."
It wasn't an outright dare, but she took it as such, beginning to move with earnest. I released her breasts and watched them sway and bounce as she shifted up and down, then rolled her hips in circles to rub her clit over me. Her innocent, untried motions were my undoing, having me come as I would if she were the most skilled whore. I gripped her hips and held her in place as I filled her completely, my seed jetting forth in hot pulses, filling her.
We were both breathing hard, our skin
coated with perspiration. Her forehead rested against mine, and when I opened my eyes, her green ones were right there, all blurry and passion filled. Her skin was flushed and she was feverish with need. I couldn't help but kiss her, our mouths meeting in a wild kiss. It wasn't soothing her, only adding to her eagerness to come. She pulled back and I ran my finger over her wet, swollen lower lip.
"Good girl. Your turn now."
"Oh yes," she whispered, beginning to move.
My cock hadn't softened at all, still a thick rod within her, but as she began to ride me, fucking herself, my seed seeped out, the sound of her motions filling the room. The scent of our joining was thick and redolent and yet I spurred her on with words.
“So beautiful. I love feeling your pussy squeeze my dick. Feel that? Your pussy's overflowing with my seed. Your nipples are so tight, kitten, they must ache.”
I felt her inner walls grip me just before she bowed her back, thrusting her breasts up to my mouth. She screamed her pleasure, and I couldn't help but take one tight tip into my mouth, tasting the saltiness of her skin. Her fingernails dug into my shoulders and I would have marks there for some time. I didn't mind, hell I loved knowing she'd marked me, just as I'd marked her with my seed.
Slowly, slowly, her senses returned. A small smile formed on her lips. Her eyes were dreamy and her skin was dewy and glowing. The sight of her after her pleasure was perfection.
"Again," I said, moving my hand between us to rub my thumb over her distended clit. She was dripping wet and I was easily able to work her to orgasm. She was so sensitive and just as easy to bring to pleasure after the first time.
"Chance, I...oh!" She closed her eyes, yet only shifted her hips slightly, the release a soft, sweet one in comparison to the first.
"That's my girl," I whispered, pulling her into my arms so she rested against my chest. "Now, tell me, why the hell would I want to give you back?" This was home—Rose in my arms and my cock filling her. There was no place else I wanted to be.
"I can't believe you're making me do this," Rose said, as we rode up to the Lenox house. The closer we came, the surlier her demeanor grew.
She'd grudgingly packed a bag with some clothes for the stay with her family while I was gone. It would be about a week, but if I had my way, I'd push through to make it shorter. When I'd signed the contract over the winter to gain the head of cattle, I'd had no idea I'd have a bride to leave behind.
"I just spent two days fucking you, kitten. I figured you'd recognize who's in charge by now."
She turned in her saddle. "Are you saying that one time you let me be in control was just pretend?"
I tipped my hat back a tad so I could see her better. "Did my cock pretend to be hard? Was all that seed that filled you pretend?"
"That's not what I mean and you know it," she countered, her voice prim.
"You can take control any time you wish when we're fucking because it's hot as hell.”
She shook her head with what I assumed was disgust. "You're such a bastard." Clucking her tongue, she spurred her horse to quicken her pace. I did as well to keep up.
I tsked her. "Language, kitten. You didn't enjoy yourself?" I loved to talk dirty to her, loved to see the flush that came over her cheeks, the prim way her posture straightened and her attitude changed to that of a virgin schoolmarm. I'd fucked her good and hard for two days straight. She most certainly was not a virgin, but she was still quite innocent, and it was endearing.
"You know I did, but still."
I sighed. There was nothing I could do except explain it again. We'd had this argument over and over the past two days and each time there was no resolution. I only fucked her until she gave over to me, to the pleasure. It seemed the only time she gave herself completely was when I filled her with my cock. It was the only time I heard the words "Yes, Chance," uttered without complaint.
"Rose, you can't go on the cattle drive because it's dangerous and the men are rough, at best."
"You're going," she countered.
"I'd rather not go altogether, but this is how we're going to build the herd. I can't do my work and worry about you at the same time." The thought of her dealing with crude men or even a stampede had my blood chilling.
"Why would you worry?"
"Because you're my wife!"
"I thought we were to run the ranch together," she continued.
I took my hat off my head, ran my hand through my hair, put it back. "Did it ever occur to you that you might be with child? I might be protecting you, but you need to protect a baby."
Her mouth fell open but no words escaped. "A baby? You can't be serious."
"Dead serious, kitten. How many times have we fucked? How much seed did I put in your belly? I bet some's dripping out of your right now. There's no question we made a baby, and if not, it won't take long the way we can't keep our hands off each other."
"But—"
"No buts. You're staying put until I return."
10
ROSE
* * *
My husband returned me. Even though it was only temporary, it felt like I'd been used and left behind to live once again in a house full of women who seemed hell bent on driving me to insanity. I'd run away to Clayton because of it and after ten minutes I was ready to do so again. The only difference this time was that I was legally bound to Chance.
I was no longer Rose Lenox, but Rose Goodman.
"You must have been a terrible wife to be delivered home after only three days." Poppy's words stung.
Lily and Iris laughed along with Poppy at her joke. They were the last in the kitchen finishing their breakfasts. The other girls had gone off to do their chores or to read, sew or other vacuous task.
"If he wasn't pleased with you, do you think I could be his wife next?" Lily giggled.
I pursed my lips and dug into my eggs, ignoring them. My chest ached with the deep need to be free of this house, and not because I missed Chance, either. No, I didn't miss the man at all, or his very skilled hands. His mouth. His cock. I squirmed in my chair. I missed him too much.
"Maybe he'll find someone else on his trip that satisfies him more," Dahlia said, coming into the kitchen to pick up a pair of scissors.
I'd ignored the barbs so far as it was just poking fun, but there could be a hint of truth to what Dahlia said. Could he meet another woman while he was gone? Would he find her more biddable and less contrary?
The eggs lodged in my throat and I had to take a gulp of hot coffee to wash it down. I placed my fork on my plate, food forgotten.
Miss Esther clapped her hands and shouted over the din of the girls’ laughter. "All right, all right, let the poor girl breathe. Lily, go out and tell Big Ed to hitch up the wagon. We're going into town for supplies. Dahlia, wrangle your sisters. Poppy and Iris, hold your tongues."
I sat at the table, content to watch the family as they hurried about their business. Bonnets were donned, reticules claimed and the group was out the door. How eight women could leave the house within a minute was remarkable; Miss Esther no doubt had them prepared, which meant my return had been foreseen. I hadn't told them; Chance had kept me too occupied to even think of them. Only Miss Trudy and I remained.
The lingering scent of coffee and bacon filled the air. The room was warmer than outside, the stove emitting an ample amount of heat, although the back door remained open to allow it to escape.
"You knew I'd be back," I said.
"Chance sent Walt over yesterday. He wants you safe, Rose."
Miss Trudy took a seat across from me.
I frowned. "He wants to keep me from running the ranch."
"Has he said something to that effect?"
"He wouldn't let me go on the cattle drive!" I dropped my fist onto the table making the dishes clatter.
"Has he prevented you from helping in other areas?"
I could feel my cheeks heat. "Well...." I squirmed. "I haven't exactly had the chance."
"You do look happily wed," she countered, looking me over.
"Um...thank you?"
"He doesn't please you?" For the first time, Miss Trudy sounded concerned.