The Lawman (Montana Men Book 1) Page 8

  "Fall in love? That's what you were going to say, wasn't it?"

  She stood in her open blouse and corset; the woman had no drawers on and the biggest plug in her ass. It was right then, staring at her captured, mostly naked body, that I knew, without a doubt, that I loved her. Even though she was going to tell me her sins, prepared to accept the most ruthless of punishments, she still had forgone her drawers and kept the plug in when she dressed. This, to me, meant she wanted to be mine, was willing to continue to obey me. She was willing to go to jail, yet still do a very trite task of keeping her pussy bare, her ass stretched.

  "Too late, baby."

  She tried to turn and face me, her chin over one shoulder. "What?"

  "I'm already in love with you. And you are with me."

  The look in her eyes grew confused, elated and soft all at the same time. There was no question she was overwhelmed, her mind working hard to keep pace with her thoughts, what I was doing to her, what I was telling her....

  "How--"

  "No wife would go to the gallows, continuing to stretch her ass and go without drawers if she didn't love the man - the sheriff - whose job was to lead her there."

  Right then, all at once, she submitted. Her shoulders slumped, her head dropped, she relaxed. She let go. It was a beautiful sight to witness. Brushing her fiery hair and the cotton of her blouse off one shoulder, I kissed the exposed flesh very gently, the skin warm and silky beneath my lips. I caught her scent, peaches and sweetness, and I knew I'd never let her go.

  "Ryder," she pleaded. "I didn't mean to kill him...hurt him."

  Smoothing my hand down her back to her bare ass, I replied, "He was going to rape you. I'm glad you hit him. It wouldn't have mattered to me if you had killed him."

  "But you don't stand for murder!"

  I moved both hands now over her skin in soothing motions, as if to tame a skittish mare. "Who does? But when a woman is attacked, assaulted like that? Baby, it was self defense. You did what you had to do."

  "Then you're not going to send me back?"

  I gave a little headshake even though she couldn't see. So stubborn! "I should add five more to your punishment for thinking that."

  Her back stiffened.

  "That's right, baby. You are going to get the spanking of your life."

  "But--"

  "You should have told me everything. I could have made it right."

  "Made it right? You aren't going to go after him, are you?"

  I pressed one palm against the wall by her head, leaned in so my mouth was right by her ear, my breath fanning her hair. "Let me worry about Simmons. If you'd told me right away, then I would have known we aren't really married and I would have dragged you to the church from the stage."

  Her eyes darted to mine. "Not married?"

  "I'm married to Eleanor Adams, not Ellen Oldsmere."

  Ellie sucked in a breath at the realization.

  "After we are done here, we are going to be stopping by the church and making things official. I might want you to behave in bed like a loose woman, but that doesn't mean I want you to be one. You're mine, Ellie, and that's final."

  She nodded her head vehemently, her hair moving to snag on my whiskers. "Yes, Ryder," she breathed.

  I leaned back and rubbed my cupped palm over her ass. "You can cry out as much as you want while I'm spanking you. Just remember, baby, I'm doing this because you're mine, not because I'm angry with you. I love you and this should help you remember that."

  I didn't give her pause to reply. The anger had tapered away. Love and admiration remained, but so did a hearty dose of possessiveness. Knowing she wasn't legally mine - even though I knew she was regardless of a piece of paper - only made this possessiveness more extreme. She would know she was mine if words weren't enough.

  And so I spanked her, thoroughly and completely. At first she twisted and shifted away from my palm, but after about ten strokes when her ass was pink all over, she slumped down and took what I gave her. She accepted her punishment, accepted that she was mine, that I was there to protect her, defend her. Love her.

  Once her ass was an appropriate pink hue and I felt she'd grasped all that I'd told her, I lifted her shackled hands over the peg, carefully lowered them to her sides and rubbed her shoulders and arms to relieve the tension and any soreness.

  Turning her to face me, I wiped the streaks of tears from her cheeks, kissed her sweaty brow. Pulling her into my chest, I held her securely, letting her regain her bearings. "What's this about hitting Myrna?"

  Ellen

  I stiffened within Ryder's firm grasp. I could hear his heart beating, solid and steady, beneath my cheek. "Oh, Ryder, you're not going to spank me again!"

  "Tell me what you did."

  After the spanking I just received, I'd learned my lesson. I wasn't going to keep any secrets from him again, not that I'd planned to hide the altercation with Myrna.

  Glancing up, I met his eyes. I wasn't the least bit contrite by my unladylike actions. "I punched her in the nose." The corner of his jaw ticked. "I would do it again, too."

  "What was her offense that warranted this?"

  "She was slandering your good name."

  His head rocked back as if I'd punched him. "Let me get this straight. You punched Myrna because she insulted me?"

  Good, he understood. "Yes, of course. Are you considering bodily harm to Allen Simmons?"

  "Definitely." His voice was dark and his eyes got an evil glint to them. In that moment, he wasn't a lawman.

  "I felt the same way about Myrna."

  He let me go and paced the room. The handcuffs were heavy about my wrists. "I don't think my thoughts on Simmons and yours toward Myrna are the same."

  I considered this and found it true. "No, but I protect what's mine." My voice was fierce and his eyes widened. Then he grinned, came toward me, shoulder into my belly and my world upturned. "Ryder! Please don't punish me again. I'm too sore!"

  He lowered me to the softness of our bed, roughly flipped me onto my belly. The chain of the handcuffs rattling as he moved me. Going around the bed, he hooked the cuffs over the corner post, effectively trapping me once again.

  "I'm not going to punish you, baby. I'm not saying you should punch every person that says something you don't like about me, but you only did what half the people in town have wanted to do for years. Hell, I wanted to punch her in the nose myself a time or two, but I'm too much of a gentleman to give it much credence."

  "Then why--"

  "I'm going to reward you. I like your possessive streak. It seems to match mine and only confirms to me that you love me, even though you haven't said the words yet."

  After all that he'd told me, how he felt about my actions in Minneapolis, there was no doubt of my feelings for him and I couldn't keep them to myself a moment longer. "Ryder, I do. I do love you."

  Gently grabbing my hips, he pulled me back so that my knees were tucked beneath me in the familiar position, my ass on display. I had no doubt it was fiery red; it most definitely felt that way.

  "I already claimed your pussy, baby." He stroked over my slit, one finger parting my slick folds to slip inside. I clenched down on the digit, milking it, trying to pull it in deeper. He didn't linger, but pulled out and I moaned at the loneliness that swept over me. I needed him in me.

  He filled my heart, now it was time for him to fill my body as well.

  "Now it's time to claim your ass." His finger tapped against the plug that filled my back entrance and I clenched down once again. "You've taken all of the plugs so well, even in such a short time. I've been stretching you open, preparing you. The one filling you now is the biggest. You're ready to be mine in every way. It's going to feel so good. Then, after, we'll go to the church and make this marriage official. I want there to be no chance for you to get away from me."

  I relaxed at his words and felt as he began to work the plug from my ass. It slipped out readily enough and I sighed into the pillow, yet felt empty. The
feeling was brief as his finger quickly moved to take the plug's place, slipping easily inside my ass. I cried out at the sensations his thick finger elicited as it circled round and round.

  "I think the handcuffs resolve that problem nicely," I replied tartly, my voice escaping in little pants.

  I felt him lean toward the side table, his body dipping the bed on one side. The tinny sound of the ointment jar being opened filled the air and I knew what was next. I still jumped at the cold feel of the slick ointment against my back entrance, a finger rimming around the opening once again, slowly, yet very surely, coating me thoroughly for his cock. At the same time, his other hand dropped lower and stroked over my folds, parting me once again and thick fingers plunged deep. There was nothing I could do but take it. My arms were stretched taut above my head, my weight on my knees and I couldn't shift off of them. I was well trapped.

  Not that I had any intention of going anywhere. The combination of his fingers fucking my pussy and his finger now pushing into my ass had me crying out. I wanted to shift my hips, to work myself upon his digits, but I couldn't move. When his finger slipped into my ass even further, I lowered my head to the soft quilt and moaned. My entire body sagged, the tension gone, as if it had reconciled itself to the fate that I was at Ryder's mercy. His dominance was complete.

  I could feel my orgasm building. Sweat coated my skin, my nipples were tight buds, painfully hard within the confines of my corset. My skin tingled, my blood pounded in my ears. I held my breath as I was almost there. Just a little more with his fingers over that spot...right there...no!

  He pulled his fingers free from me entirely with a wet slurping sound. "That's what I like to hear, your dripping pussy telling me it's ready for me."

  I hadn't heard him open his pants, but he must have as I felt the broad head of his cock nudging at my pussy. It slid in all the way in one smooth stroke, my body so wet and ready for him. My inner walls clenched down as I cried out. "Yes!"

  He held still, not moving at all. "Baby, I'm going to come with you milking my cock like that."

  Beginning to move, he fucked me with methodical strokes. In. Out. His cock was almost magical, the way it could find the secret places, the spots that built my need, made me come without even touching my clit. I was close...so close I tensed with it. What had me screaming and clawing at the quilt was the thumb he slid into my ass in one smooth stroke, filling me both front and back. The delicious burn at being filled so was incredible, a release unlike any other.

  Ryder's roar of release followed directly after mine, his cock buried deep and I could feel the pulsing of his seed filling me, coating me. Marking me. His hand released their tight hold on my hips as he pulled out, feeling the seed that came with him to drip down my thighs. His thumb, however, was still embedded deep within my ass.

  "Such a beautiful sight. There's no question that pussy's mine and now it's time to claim that ass, baby."

  I looked over my shoulder. "Now?"

  His cock glistened with our mingled juices, yet it was still long and thick, hard and pointing up toward his navel. It was as if he'd never come; he was insatiable.

  Pulling his thumb free, he grabbed the base of his cock and ran it through the seed dribbling from me, coating the plush tip, before aligning it with my ass.

  "I'm big baby, bigger than you've ever had back here." He pushed against the ring of muscle that fought his entrance. Running a hand down my spine, he placed it at my hip, angling me while pushing forward even more.

  The burning feeling of being stretched by his cock had me gasping, then panting hard. My orgasm had left me soft and sated, and the feel of him working his way in didn't alter that.

  "Let go, baby. Relax into it. Push out."

  I let my shoulders go lax, not even realizing I'd tensed. I took a deep breath and pushed out against the tip of his cock, just as I did with each progressively larger plug. That did it. His cock slipped past the opening and stretched me wide, so very wide while filling me only partially. I tossed my head back, my hair tickling my sensitive skin.

  "Oh, baby. You are gorgeous. You're taking me so well."

  I felt a finger rim where I was stretched around his cock. Slowly, very slowly, he moved in further, pulled back, further still until I felt him settle his hips against my bottom. A harsh sound escaped Ryder and I knew he liked having his cock in my ass.

  I'd never felt so full, so open. I groaned. "Ryder, it's too much. I'm so full. God, you're so deep." I wasn't sure if I wanted him to pull out of me or stay right where he was.

  "Just wait. I'm going to start to move and you're going to come so hard. So hard, baby." His voice was low, rough.

  And he began. He pulled back, the ring of muscle being tugged as he did so until the thick knob caught at the opening before pushing back in again. Over and over he did this.

  "I got that first fuck out of the way. You're so nice and soft, so sensitive and I can fuck you like this for hours."

  I groaned at the idea. I knew from past times that when he came quickly, the second time he fucked me he was able to work my body all night.

  Shifting, he reached down between us and brushed his fingers over my clit, coated in his seed. "You're going to come for me, Ellie." He rubbed over the hyper sensitive nub. "Right now." My body didn't have a choice but to come, his cock rubbing over places that elicited the most incredible sensations. Combining that with the circling fingers on my clit, I didn't resist. I screamed and clenched down on his cock. I vaguely heard him mutter an expletive while I was riding the wave of pleasure. Once that subsided, he began to move again, pumping his cock in and out of me.

  My body was boneless, dripping in sweat. My hair clung in wild tangles against my face and neck. My pussy felt swollen and well used and yet Ryder was still embedded deep in me, the orgasm not receding entirely. I was going to come again, but wasn't sure if I could handle it.

  "Ryder, please. Oh, God, it's too much," I sobbed.

  He showed me no mercy, ruling me with every plunge of his cock until I came again, my scream silent this time. I was lost, incoherent, Ryder's ruthless control of my body so intense that I could do no more. I couldn't meet his thrusts with a shift of my hips. I couldn't wiggle to adjust to his vigorous fucking, claiming my ass. I couldn't cry out, my throat dry and hoarse from my screams. But that didn't matter. I didn't need to do anything to have my body respond to his. It was as if it knew who it belonged to, knew that all it could do was to take the pleasure he offered.

  "One more."

  I shook my head. "I can't."

  "You will. Once more and I'll come with you. Mark your ass as mine."

  At the illicit thought, I came, felt him plunge deep so he was all but embedded within, his seed filling me in hot, thick ropes as he roared his release.

  Time didn't mean anything. He could have rested his chest the length of my back for one minute or ten, how done in I was. He eventually pulled free. "Don't move, baby," he whispered.

  Reaching up, he undid the handcuffs and rubbed the soreness from my shoulders. "Mine, baby. You're mine now."

  "What about church?" I licked my dry lips, but stayed still as he'd requested. "We're not legally married."

  Ryder's large hand ran over my bottom ever so gently. "Your ass is red from my palm, your pussy's all swollen and open, my seed dripping from both your holes. I'd say you're well and truly mine."

  I smiled, yet my eyes remained closed. "Mmm," I murmured.

  Carefully, he shifted me so that I lay sprawled across his chest, my ear against the steady thumping of his heart.

  "Myrna's broken nose and black eyes say you're mine," I countered.

  Ryder tilted his head back and laughed, rich and deep. The sound had me smiling against his chest, the springy hairs tickling me.

  "Careful, I might have to use the handcuffs again."

  I turned my head so my chin rested on his chest. His eyes were dark, yet filled with relaxed humor, his smile easy and content. I lifted my eyebrows an
d grinned.

  "Promise?"

  "Oh, baby, I promise."

  Vanessa Vale

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