Then, Dex did something that caught her totally off guard. “You’re welcome to meet us in Red River, while we follow her wishes.”
For a moment, Rachel thought Charles Trent would cry. Instead he nodded. “When do you plan on scattering her ashes?”
“Maybe Friday, or Saturday,” Dex said.
“You need time to celebrate your wedding,” Trent said. “I will make a decision and let you know.”
“And I will have papers for you to sign when you return, regarding the life insurance,” Hart said.
“Will you have to put my married name on those papers?” she asked.
“Please fax me a copy of the marriage license,” Hart replied. “I’ll take care of the rest.”
They all shook hands, and when they were out on the street, Trent said, “Thank you for including me in the final journey in Agatha’s life. We went to the cabin once. I would like to see it again. Is there a hotel where I might make reservations? I don’t want to intrude on what is essentially your honeymoon.”
“Red River is a ski town, so there are lots of rentals,” Dex said. He named off several hotels, none of which rang a bell for Rachel.
They made plans to meet on Saturday at noon for a meal at one of the steakhouses, and then they would take care of business.
After they said their goodbyes, Rachel and Dex sat in his truck. He made no move to start the vehicle, or head toward Santa Fe.
“More letters,” he finally said. “Why the hell did she leave letters? Why couldn’t we talk about it while she was alive? It just pisses me off.”
“Everyone has secrets that they hide,” Rachel said.
“Do you have secrets?”
“You know them,” she said. “Not many people would appreciate the fact that I like to have a piece of leather strap my ass repeatedly. They would all question the fact that I like the pain, that I like to submit to you in that way.”
“That’s not a secret,” he said.
“Not to you, but it would be to others.” She laughed. “How do you think Agatha would have reacted if she knew I liked you to take me over your knee and redden my ass?”
“She would have been pissed at me for abusing you,” he said.
“That is the gist of the essay I wrote for you,” she said. “So many people would think of spanking between adults as wrong, even if it’s consensual. They can’t understand how one person could enjoy being spanked, or another one could enjoy spanking their partner.”
“So that’s your secret,” he said. “And mine. But I don’t understand why Agatha would not tell us about her son, about the man she loved who was killed in Vietnam. Why would she keep that from us?”
“I would think it was because memories like that were still painful, after all these years,” she said. “If I lost a child I would think it would never leave me. Maybe she just didn’t want to think about it. Maybe she buried it deep inside her mind.”
“Maybe those letters tell us.” He pointed to the envelopes that lay in her lap. “But right now, I’m not sure I want to know. I don’t want to open mine. You can do what you want.”
“Okay.” She placed both envelopes in the glove compartment. He was right, of course, about an overload of information. They had found out enough now. She hated the thought of opening the envelope and finding out Agatha had been a bank robber and she’d hidden her loot in the floorboards of her house.
“You know, if this was a gothic novel…” Rachel wiggled her eyebrows and told him her idea.
“Oh holy crap.” He sighed heavily. “Fine, open it up and tell me if my aunt is a bank robber.”
She opened hers first. “The first line says she wrote us the same letter,” Rachel said. She read in silence, and then laughed. “Sorry, no bank robbery. It’s basically the same thing we’ve already learned. The only thing different is her telling us not to pity her. She might have faced hardships in her life, but she dealt with it the best she could, and it was all good.”
Rachel wiped away a tear. “She said the two of us made it more so for her, and that she hopes we’ll eventually figure out that we belong together.”
“Then she should be dancing in heaven.”
“She is,” Rachel said. “But you don’t sound happy. What’s wrong?”
“I’m a little ticked that Agatha made it so that Charles Trent had to come to that meeting so we could meet him.”
“Why?” she asked.
“I appreciate that he obviously cared for her, but I don’t like the idea of him not answering us, and then showing up.”
“Still, I think he’s a decent man,” she said. “I think this is just new to him.”
“It’s new to us all,” he said.
“Well, let’s get going, Mr. Bales,” she said. “We have a five-hour drive ahead of us, and I want to get there before dark so we can eat a good meal. And, if you’re lucky, I’ll suck your cock tonight.”
His deep, appreciative grumble made her smile.
“Are you going to take it deep inside your throat?” he asked.
“As deep as I can get.” She put her hand between his legs and gently massaged his cock. It hardened under her touch, and she licked her lips. “I’ve never learned how to take it too deep.”
“We’ll have to practice that,” he said. “I’d like to be the first man to tickle the back of your throat.”
“You’re the only man that’s ever been in my mouth,” she said.
The car jerked slightly, and he quickly corrected. They were on the highway now, headed toward New Mexico.
“Are you serious?”
“Very,” she said. “And the only man who has ever spanked me, too.”
“Wow.” She cocked her head and giggled at the smile on his face.
“How many women were you with while we were apart?”
She asked.
“I told you, six,” he said. “Rosy Palm and her five sisters.”
His dick continued to grow as she massaged him. “You’re making it difficult for me to drive. There’s a big part of me that wants to go hide behind one of those large windmills and let you suck me now.”
She didn’t stop, even though she knew it was not the right thing to do.
“Cut it out, Rachel, or I’ll take a riding crop to your ass.”
“Too bad you don’t have one, and something tells me it would be difficult to hide and crop my ass while people were driving down the highway.” She giggled and pressed her hand against his dick.
“You are so bad.” He passed a car, and when he’d pulled back into the lane he said, “The first thing we’re doing when we get to Santa Fe is finding an equestrian store. I’m buying a riding crop, or maybe just a bat. We’ll see. What I do know is you’re going to have to pick it out, in front of all the people in the store.”
“You wouldn’t,” she said.
“Oh, but I would.” He passed another car. Was it her imagination, or was he speeding up? “While you’re doing it, I want you to think of all those people around us. They’ll think we’re buying it to go riding, and in truth you’ll know it’s to put red welts on your ass, ones that will stay around for a long, long time.”
“You’re wicked,” she said.
“It will make you wet, just like you’re making me hard right now.” He glanced at her for a second. “Tit for tat.”
Rachel gently squeezed his cock one more time. Then she put her free hand between her legs and said, “Drive faster.”
* * *
“Excuse me, Mrs. Bales, would you pass the salt, please?”
Rachel giggled like a schoolgirl as she did as Dex had asked. Then she studied her hand, where the blue sapphire, nestled against the wedding band, sparkled. She hoped Agatha knew that the ring she would have worn was now something Rachel would never want to take off.
They had found a riding store in Santa Fe, but the only person in it had been the clerk. Still, Rachel had taken great care picking out a riding crop, with the silent, erotic knowledge that
the clerk did not know how they would be using it. Dex had added a riding bat to the purchase.
They hadn’t used them before, though, nor had they had sex. They’d eaten dinner and gone to the hotel where they’d made use of the hot tub, and then fallen asleep in each other’s arms.
The wedding ceremony was short and sweet, and then they’d driven to Red River, where they’d aired out the house, and then purchased steak and shrimp dinners from the same place where they would meet Charles Trent on Saturday.
They had set up a picnic in front of the roaring fire. Both of them were eating slowly, because Dex had told her what dessert would be. A good cropping, and the chance to take him in her mouth.
“We should have bought cheesecake,” she said.
“You don’t think my dick will be tasty enough?”
Rachel smiled. “Not in the least, but I was just thinking that we didn’t have a wedding cake, which means we won’t have anything to eat on our first anniversary.”
Dex’s fork clattered to the plate and he stood and picked up the crop.
“You know what to do,” he said. “You have about a minute to get into position.”
Rachel scrambled up, unbuttoning her jeans as she did. She pushed them down and stomped out of them, flinging them to the side as she bent over the sofa and said, “I’m yours, Dex.”
“Yes you are,” he said. He rubbed the crop against her bottom. The heat from the fire mixed with the heat building in her bottom. Rachel put her arms above her, clawing at the cushion as he continued to tease her.
Dex moved the crop across her buttocks and thighs. Rachel sighed and moved her hips in appreciation, and the first time the crop slapped onto her ass she groaned in pleasure.
One, two, three—the swats were methodical and slow, but not hard enough to cause her any real pain. She groaned and wiggled her bottom again. He slapped her ass harder. She wiggled her bottom faster. He slapped it once more, harder than before.
“Oh, Mr. Bales,” she said. “So very good.”
She wasn’t sure how long they traded, wiggle, crop, wiggle, crop, wiggle, crop. All she knew was the need for sex, for having her husband—her husband—inside her was growing. It took her a moment to realize he was no longer cropping her, but was rubbing the leather against her ass.
“On your knees, wife,” he said.
Her ass jerked in pain as she stood, and when she was on her knees, it throbbed. He was in front of her, his cock in his hand, and Rachel licked her lips. Dex rubbed the riding crop against her shoulder.
“Suck me, wife,” he said. Something told her he would never get tired of using the word wife where she was concerned. That was good because she would never tire of hearing the word come from his lips.
She sucked him slowly as he continued to rub the crop against her. She was in heaven, and would be for the rest of her life.
“Thank you, Rachel, for coming back into my life,” he said. “I love you.”
“I love you, too,” she mumbled around his hardness. As she sucked she thought about the different ways he would spank her, and the different places… her ass, her thighs, her pussy, her breasts.
“Do it,” he commanded. Rachel fingered her clit as she sucked, and when Dex shot into her mouth she pulled away just in time to not bite down on him when she came.
“Thank you, Dex.” She tumbled to the floor and he lay down next to her.
“We’re going to have to visit here often,” he said. “I’ll build a spanking bench for the third bedroom.”
“And I’ll be happy to use it,” she said. “It will make us both happy, in the most wonderful of ways, husband.”
The End
Melinda Barron
Melinda Barron loves to explore Egyptian tombs and temples, discover Mayan ruins, play in castles towers, and explore new cities and countries. She generally does it all from the comfort of her home by opening a book.
Melinda loves to lose herself between the pages of a book. The only thing she loves more is creating stories from the wonderful heroes and heroines that haunt her dreams and crowd her head. She believes love is for everyone, not just those who are a size 2. Her books are full of magic, suspense and love, in all sorts of shapes and sizes.
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