Rocky Mountain Discipline

by Lee Savino

  She saw Miles had dismounted, and calmed his mount, but then lighting sizzled again. She covered her ears, blinking her eyes to clear them of the white light. Before her, the cabin’s door gaped open like a dark maw. She staggered to the porch and grasped the rail.

  “Stop.” Miles’ voice cracked with authority. “Don’t go in there!”

  The cabin smelled the mustiness of disease and disuse. She recoiled and looked back and saw Miles running towards her, even as great sheets of rain fell between them.

  “No, Carrie, get back!” His command moved her frozen limbs, and she stumbled backwards from the cabin into Miles’ arms. His arms pulled her away, inserting his broad body between her and the creaking structure.

  Again, lightning sliced down, blinding them. It hit the cabin as the thunder roared above them. Miles dropped to the ground, covering her with his body. Together they watched the rickety shack collapse with a creaking groan.

  As the rain beat down, Carrie lay her face in grass. She didn’t know if she was sobbing or just feeling the rain beat her face.

  Miles waited, then rose and scooped her up. He ran through the rain with her in his arms, dashing towards the copse as the sky boiled and lightning continued to scythe through the angry clouds. They curled together at the foot of an old tree, Monty standing nearby.

  She kept her eyes closed and her body pressed to his strong one. Finally, as the storm passed and left a steady, cleansing rain, she found his heartbeat under her ear and listened to the sound of life. Not once did he let her go.

  He had come for her. He’d not let her leave, and then he’d saved her life.

  Once the rain had died to a whisper, she gripped his shirt to raise herself up. “You came for me.”

  “Of course I did.” He looked tired, but triumphant, face washed with rain. “You’re mine, Carrie girl.”

  Her hand laid against his face to make sure he was real.

  “I don’t deserve you,” she whispered.

  “No,” he said, shaking her a little. “I don’t deserve you. I left home young, ran to the West. Settled here and lived alone. All work, never laughter, never smiles, never anything more than hardship. You came to me like sun breaking over the mountains. I’ll never let you go. Never. Not even if every star falls from the sky will I allow you to run.”

  She was crying again, but against his face, his beard scratching her as he kissed her lips.

  “You came to marry me. I love you, Carrie Donovan. I want you to stay with me.”

  Above them, Monty whickered as if to say, all well and good, but I’m standing in the rain.

  Carrie couldn’t help it, she laughed. When she looked at her husband again, he was smiling.

  “Come on, let’s go home.”

  Before they rode, Miles tucked a blanket around her. “Don’t ever do that again,” he murmured. “Promise me, Carrie, you won’t ever run from me.”

  “I promise,” she said and he kissed her again, before turning Monty home.

  Back at the homestead, she undressed quickly while Miles built up the fire. The weather had turned colder on the heels of the late summer storm. Miles wrapped her in blankets and settled her close to the fire. He heated water and bathed her limbs and face, wiping away mud and cleaning out the cuts the branches gave her.

  “Stay here,” he said, pulling her chair closer to the fire and placing her feet on a warming stone. “Stay here. I’ll see to Monty.”

  When he came back, he stripped. She watched his body move in the glowing firelight, muscles stretching and flexing.

  “Into the bed,” Miles directed her, crawling in after her.

  She settled facing him, fear growing in her heart again.

  Miles turned his serious eyes onto her. “Now, Carrie girl. I’ve let you keep your own counsel, but no longer. You need to tell me.”

  “I’m afraid,” she said.

  “Trust me, Carrie. When did I ever prove that I wouldn’t treat you well?” His right hand stroked back her wet hair.

  She turned her head and kissed it. “It’s not that. I deserve to be punished, every day of my life and more besides,” she said, tears running down her face.

  “My sweet wife. What have you done?”

  His words broke her.

  “I’m a horrible wife,” she sobbed. “Our marriage was ruined from the start.”

  “Don’t say that, Carrie.” He looked desperate, watching her cry. “If you told me you wished to return home, I would’ve sent you—”

  “No, Miles, don’t send me away.” She clung to him. “I love you.”

  He pulled her closer then, tucking her under his chin. His warmth seeped into her bones and soothed her.

  “I didn’t mean to love you,” she said as she calmed. “It just happened. I know that love leads to wicked, evil things.”

  He almost chuckled. “What do you mean?”

  Too upset to speak, she shrugged.

  “Has anything between us been wrong?”

  “No,” she sniffled.

  “Then tell me everything.”

  “I will confess. But promise me, when you hear me, that you will not cast me out right away.”

  “Carrie, I will not—”

  Her arms around his neck tightened. “Promise me.”

  He nodded.

  Slowly, she unwound her arms and lay on her back so she would not see him. For a few more seconds, she focused on the joy of his long, heated body beside her. Then she began.

  “When I was eighteen, a man at church caught my eye. He approached me and told me he wished to court me. He told me he would ask Thomas for my hand. But my brother said no. So I went against his wishes and courted this man anyway. One night I snuck out and met him. He tried to touch me, and I refused. So he tried to force himself on me.”

  She felt Miles stiffen beside her and shut her eyes.

  “The next day he told everyone at church I had seduced him and would bear his child. He said he would marry me if the elders required it. I was twenty-two then.”

  The bed moved, and she knew Miles was staring down at her. Somehow, she couldn’t resist opening her eyes and meeting his tawny gaze.

  “It wasn’t true,” she said. “But they believed him. What’s more, they blamed me entirely, saying it was my fault for leading him astray. The elders required us to be married, but I refused. My brother stood by me, but no one else did. Not one. For months I tried to hold my head up and defend my side, but then I just couldn’t…I left the church. I never went back.”

  Dragging in a harsh breath, she rolled on her side away from him. “My brother thought it would be better for me to leave home. He sent me to live as a helper with friends in Pennsylvania, but after a few months, they learned of my story and sent me back. They said I was a harlot, and an untoward influence on their children. Thomas didn’t know what to do. Then he received your letter, and I chose to come here. So now you know how I deceived you.”

  Silence.

  “Carrie, look at me.”

  He didn’t sound angry, so she risked a glance. Miles’ face, so serious, held only tenderness for her.

  “Why didn’t you tell me?”

  “I wanted a fresh start. I needed one. I tried, truly.” She blinked back tears. “If you wish to send me away, I understand.”

  “Sweet Carrie, I never want you to leave my side again.” His hand cupped her cheek, and she threw herself against his hard body, sobbing the rest of her apology while he soothed her.

  “My love, there is nothing to forgive. Let your guilt go.”

  Tears still flowed down her face when he raised her chin and kissed her.

  “No more crying,” he said, mock gruffly.

  “I thought you would be angry,” she said. “You married a whore.”

  “Carrie, you’re the furthest thing from a painted woman. And even if you were, well, love covers over a multitude of sins. Even a harsh, judgmental attitude such as mine. Though,” his tone turned serious, “I should like to thras
h the man who attacked you.”

  She lay her cheek onto his bare chest with a sigh. “That’s what Thomas said.”

  “I’d like to take a horsewhip to the elders at your church, too. Did your brother not stand up for you?”

  “He did, but he was new from seminary and didn’t have the authority. Everybody believed William. Even me. He said he’d take care of me.”

  “Man breaks a vow to a woman, and violates what he’s sworn to protect, he deserves a beating. Perhaps I’ll send Lyle’s gun-slinging brother after the villain. Teach this William a lesson.”

  “Oh no.” Carrie reared up in Miles’ arms. “William said he’d find me. He enlisted before the start of the war, but he said afterward he would find me and force me to marry him.”

  He coaxed her back down and cradled her body to his. “I won’t let that happen.” He kissed her softly drying hair.

  Minutes passed while she dozed in his arms.

  “Miles?”

  “Hmm?”

  “I ran from you. You told me to never to do that.”

  He smiled. “Then I best make sure you never run again.”

  Rolling, he settled on top of her and sought her lips. “I’ll tie you up in the stables,” he said between kisses. “And train you like a wild mare.”

  Her eyes went wide.

  “You’ll learn to heed my every call.”

  “Miles.” She frowned. “You wouldn’t really do that would you?”

  “Feed you hot mash every day.”

  As her face creased with worry, Miles shied his head away. His body on hers was shaking.

  “Miles, are you laughing at me?”

  He turned his face back to her, shoulders jerking and a grin splitting his face. “Aye,” he said when he could finally speak.

  Then he lowered his head to her mouth and made her forget her indignation.

  His body pressed deliciously between her legs and she found herself undulating under him, trying to rub against him.

  “Someone’s ready for me.” He lowered his head and nipped at her neck, hitting a spot that made her spine go weak.

  She moaned his name, and he gazed down at her, fixing her with his serious stare.

  “Do you trust me, Carrie?”

  “Yes.”

  He sat up and pulled her over his lap. She went willingly, biting her lip at the thought of her punishment.

  “Let’s see,” he said, patting her bare bottom. “It’s Sunday. This week you refused to tell me why you were upset. You let me think you were ill, and when we spoke today, you lied and let me think you didn’t love me. What else?”

  “I ran from you,” she said.

  “Yes, you did.” Miles’s hand started to knead her cheeks, slapping them lightly. “I think I shall set a rule. If you run from me again,” his hand smacked down a bit harder, “I’ll hunt you down and tie you to the bed. Understand?”

  “Yes, sir.” Her voice went breathless as his hand dipped between her legs.

  “I’ll teach you to trust me, Carrie. It may take a life time, but it’s worth the work.”

  His palm started spanking, the blows hard enough to make a sharp sound, but they didn’t hurt much. In between, he caressed her bottom. All the smacking and rubbing made her blood rush to the apex of her thighs and she squirmed against him, feeling his member growing large against her belly.

  “You’re mine, Carrie, and I don’t want to lose you.” His hand fell a little harder, then immediately rubbed away the sting.

  “Yes, sir.”

  He rained a few more smacks on her bare cheeks, then soothed the skin. She moaned as his fingers dipped lower. “Call me Miles.”

  “Miles,” she panted.

  His fingers kept sliding into her, and then he added another hand to stroke her breasts.

  She shifted on his legs, and he smacked her bottom again, but it didn’t feel like punishment. It felt wonderful.

  “Oh, Miles,” she sighed. Her body stiffened, reaching for its climax. In another instant he pulled her up from across his knees, setting her back on her bottom. As soon as her bottom touched the blankets, she shrieked and jumped, but he gripped her hips and set her back down on the bed.

  “Not yet,” he said as she rubbed her legs together in frustration. “Open for me.”

  She obeyed and he stepped between her legs, the tall bed frame putting him at the perfect height, ready to enter her.

  “Miles, please,” she begged.

  He fisted his cock, then ran it up and down her weeping slit. She rubbed against him, and his big hand went around her neck, collaring her loosely. She didn’t feel frightened, but captive, protected.

  “You’ll not run from me again?”

  “Never. I promise.”

  He surged forward and she wrapped her legs around his powerful form. His thrusts rocked her back and forth until her climax overtook her. In the throes of pleasure, she clawed wildly at his back, and Miles shouted, then spent himself inside her.

  Pushing them both up onto the bed, Miles lay on top of her, a heavy blanket. Carrie’s hands roamed up and down his muscular length. She couldn’t get enough of him.

  “The last time I ran away, I came two thousand miles to you,” she told him. “From Providence, Rhode Island, all the way to Colorado Territory.”

  “I’m glad of it. But no more.” Miles’ tawny eyes held hers. He cupped his hand between her legs and ground the heel of his hand down, right on her aching folds. She groaned as her arousal started building again.

  “Never, never,” she promised and surged up to kiss him as her orgasm caught her a second time.

  They lay in each other’s arms, Miles sliding large and gentle hands over her body, while she tried to calm her ragged breathing. His fingers caught her breasts and teased them; she felt herself heat all over again.

  “Sleep now, Carrie.” Miles threw a heavy thigh over her legs and pulled her into his body. She felt totally protected and safe, and when she dropped off to sleep, she only had good dreams.

  “Morning,” she whispered.

  “How are you feeling?”

  “Better.”

  Miles kissed her and left the bed, banking up the fire. He returned to the blanket’s warmth and Carrie welcomed him, wrapping her arms around his large body. She felt his length grow against her and reached down to grasp it. Her fingers slipped up and down its length.

  When his breathing became ragged, she dropped it with a wicked smile.

  “I have to do chores,” she said.

  “No. Not today. You don’t get away that easily.” He growled and rolled on top of her, pressing his cock against her until she gasped.

  “Are you going to tie me to the bed?”

  It was his turn for a wicked grin. “Maybe.”

  “Miles,” she groaned, and he sank into her, pumping a few times before withdrawing. “Where are you going?” she cried, feeling the loss.

  “See to the horses,” he said, tucking his cock into his pants.

  “Wait, no.” She launched herself at him. He caught her naked form easily, swing her into his arms.

  Laughing, he grabbed the tack he had been mending, and brought it to the bed along with his wife.

  “Do you trust me?” he asked, once he’d laid her down on her back.

  Wide eyed, she nodded.

  He took her arms and bound them together before fastening them above her, to the headboard. Her legs he secured too, tying them loosely to each other. Then he took a small strip of leather and tied it around her neck. He pulled on it, testing it. “Your halter, sweet filly.”

  Carrie’s body ached with the arousal humiliation brought with it.

  “Now,” he climbed between her legs, “I can do whatever I please with you.”

  Every part of her tightened, and she pulled at her tethers to see if they’d hold fast. Still grinning, Miles lowered his face between her legs and, in the subsequent minutes, she tested the limits of her bindings, as well as the range of her voice.
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  Miles finally came up, face wet. “Next time I’ll gag you,” he said, and the thought made Carrie orgasm again.

  “Please,” she begged, rising up off the bed, her lower parts searching for his cock.

  “You want this?” His hand jerked up and down his length and she licked her lips.

  “Let me serve you,” she whispered.

  Kneeling carefully on either side of her head, he put his cock to her lips. Immediately her tongue lapped out, tasting the salty heat.

  “Not yet,” he said, holding his member away. “Beg me.”

  “Please, Miles. I want to do this for you. I love to give you pleasure. I’ll do whatever you want.”

  “Good girl,” he said, and pressed the sack at the base of his cock against her lips. “Lick.”

  Submissively, she lapped at his ballsack, lifting it and feeling the coarse hair rub against her tongue. Her eyes never left his.

  He shifted and presented her with his length, guiding her to lick all around it. Finally, he pressed his cock to her lips.

  “No teeth,” he reminded her and she opened her mouth wide, careful not to let her teeth scrape against his sensitive skin. Her tongue still worked up and down his length. Above her, Miles sighed and she felt a thrill of satisfaction.

  “Open,” he told her, and she stretched to take in more of him. For a second she felt she couldn’t breathe, and stiffened, but then he withdrew. Quickly, he untied her hands from the bedframe and helped her up. Her hands and feet still were tied together though, and he arranged her on all fours in front of him. Burning with embarrassment, she eagerly presented her lower haunches to him, begging him without words to take her.

  He didn’t hesitate, but surged inside her. Gripping her hair, he tugged her up so she arched her back and pushed against him. He used her hair like reins, never pulling too harshly, and sawed in and out of her.

  Carrie arched back further and gasped, her whole body shaking with the force of his thrusts.

  At one point he leaned down. “This is how I ride you,” he whispered, his hand slipping between her legs at the same time to find her pleasure spot. “Do you like it, wife?”