Mustang: A Rough Romance (Montana Bad Boys Book 3)

by Piper Stone

  He rubbed his hands up and down, finally cupping and squeezing my bottom. I clung to him as the kiss became a passionate roar, a moment of extreme pleasure and something that I never wanted to end.

  I wrapped my arms around his neck, tangling my fingers in his silky stands of hair. I was even more excited and aroused than before as I moaned into the kiss, my fingers able to feel his rapid heartbeat as I continued to stroke his chest.

  Mustang dragged me onto my toes, grinding his hips back and forth, making certain I knew exactly what he was going to do to me.

  Take what he wanted.

  Feast on every inch.

  Fuck me in every hole.

  When he finally broke the kiss, he fisted my hair, yanking my head and rubbing his lips across my jaw then down to my neck. When he dragged his rough tongue up and down my skin, I couldn’t hold back a series of whimpers.

  “Oh, yes. Oh…”

  “I don’t want to lose you,” he whispered in a husky velveteen voice that would forever send chills through me.

  “I’m not going anywhere.”

  “Mmm…” He issued several intense growls as he nipped my skin, sliding his lips to my ear. “Then you’re going to learn to obey. It would seem you need constant lessons.”

  I bit back another cry, panting as he licked the base of my earlobe. The man was driving me crazy both from longing as well as anticipation of whatever punishment he was going to dole out. “I promise I won’t do that again. And I’ll tell you everything.”

  “Yes, you are going to talk to me, but I know you too well, Danni. You’re going to push until you get yourself hurt. There are always consequences for bad behavior. Maybe I can help you rethink certain decisions you make.” He licked down my neck, dragging his tongue under my chin to the other side, his soft growls and guttural noises keeping me on edge and overheated.

  I clung to his arms, my body swaying, my needs increasing with every second. “Then just get it over with.”

  “When I say it’s time, then it will be time.” He eased back, very swiftly yanking the bottom of my sweater up to my chest, exposing my breasts. With a carnal look on his face, his eyes twinkling in the firelight, he hunched over, taking my nipple into his mouth.

  “Oh, God. Oh…” I cradled his head, closing my eyes as I arched my back. The way he swirled his tongue around my hardened bud created another explosive wave of electricity, making it almost impossible to think clearly. I knew exactly what he was doing, breaking down the last of my defenses, reminding me that I would submit to him.

  Body and soul.

  At that moment, I wanted nothing more than to surrender to his every desire, his primal hunger that threatened to overwhelm me. I licked my lips, trying to control my breathing and when he bit down, I cried out, the sound floating between us.

  He shifted to my other nipple, repeating his actions, driving me to the point of madness. Seconds later, he chuckled darkly then ripped the sweater over my shoulders, tossing the material and cupping my breasts, pinching both nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. “Now, here’s what you’re going to do. You’re going into the kitchen where you’re going to find me several implements that I can punish you with. You’re going to place them on the counter for me before pouring us both a drink of your choice. After that, you’re going to find me rope or something else that I can use to tie your hands. Then you’re going to remove your jeans and panties before going to stand in the corner.”

  “I…” Was he serious? I was mortified at the request, my heart now in my throat. He was going to tie me down? Was he kidding? I couldn’t even take a breath, my entire body shaking, my throat closing off.

  Nodding, he rubbed his thumb back and forth across my lips. “Yes. That’s exactly what you’re going to do. I think you need to reflect on what could have occurred tonight. You’re going to wait for me. I won’t be long. Then I’m going to give you a long and very hard spanking. I think that is going to help you realize that you could have made better choices.”

  “Okay.” I couldn’t believe I was agreeing with him, allowing myself to be treated like a misbehaving child. But in truth, I’d been reckless confronting the men, no matter that they’d shouted until I hadn’t been able to stand it any longer, finally going outside. What I hadn’t intended was for Zorro to follow me, but the pup had insisted and I’d almost gotten him seriously injured. Maybe I deserved the hard spanking.

  “Go. Then we can enjoy an evening together.”

  Mustang said the words in such a matter-of-fact manner that I almost felt like I was moving into a trance. He pinched my nipples again, forcing me to moan from the pain as well as the yearning that embroiled every inch of my body. I wanted this man with every ounce of my being. In truth, I wanted nothing more than to please him.

  Swallowing hard, the moment he let me go, I almost fell forward. Catching myself, I felt stiff as I walked into the kitchen, turning on the light. When I looked back, he’d moved closer to the fire, warming his hands. Another shudder rippled through every muscle and tendon, the anxiety stealing my breath.

  I was seriously contemplating following his commands. A nervous laugh pushed up from my throat, my mind reeling from the fact I couldn’t seem to ignore him. Was I out of my mind or simply falling hard for the rough and tumble man who refused to take no for an answer?

  Every move I made seemed perfunctory, shifting toward the cabinet and pulling out two wineglasses. Tonight, I wanted red wine. Blood red. Maybe consuming a bottle of cabernet would remind me that life was precious. All life. After selecting a bottle and opening, I poured two glasses, placing them in a just-so position on the counter. Somehow, I found it difficult to move toward the two drawers that held the kind of implements I knew he was looking for.

  Spanking utensils.

  I found a spool of twine used for meat and held it in front of me, digging my nails into the cardboard. He was really going to tie me down? How? I placed the freaking twine near the glasses, resisting tossing the entire thing out the window.

  The realization of what I was doing crowded into my foggy brain even as I opened both drawers at the same time, blinking several times in an effort to focus. I debated for a few seconds before selecting two wooden spoons, one heftier than the other, and one mean-looking plastic spatula. Even as I placed them just in front of the glasses of wine, I couldn’t believe what I was doing. Everything seemed so unreal, as if I’d been shoved into a different time and place.

  Yet as I rearranged them not once but twice, finally standing back and giving a nod of approval, I realized that there had to be a part of me deep inside craving his firm hand. Was that possible?

  Or maybe I cared far too much about an angry and volatile cowboy who reeked of testosterone and domination. Whatever the answer, I’d already unbuttoned my jeans, slowing tugging on the zipper. I darted several looks into the living room, half expecting that Zorro would come bouncing in at any time. The pup was comfortable, accepting of the man who’d taken control of my house and my life. What the hell could be next?

  I shifted my hips back and forth as I lowered the dense material past them, every part of me still shaking from anticipation as well as excitement. When I almost tripped from attempting to step out of them, I bit back a moan. I was forced to close my eyes as I slowly shimmied my panties past my thighs. The embarrassment furrowing deep inside created a wave of heat, a skittering in my heart.

  Bad girl. Bad. Bad. Bad.

  My inner voice was working overtime, reminding me that every choice I’d made had been ridiculous. After folding the two pieces and placing them gingerly on the kitchen table, I walked toward the only corner of the kitchen without cabinets or furniture in the way. I had to take several deep breaths before I could actually move as close as possible to the wall, fisting my hands and fighting back tears. All because I was that bad girl.

  What I knew about myself was that I wasn’t a patient woman, not on any level. Just trying to keep calm while waiting was almost too much
to take. I listened for any sound, only able to catch a slight crackling of the fire, the sound not remotely soothing. Every inch of my skin was on fire, tingling as if I’d already been disciplined.

  I pushed my hands against the wall, twisting my head back and forth as I tried to keep my position. There was no idea how much time had passed. Two minutes. Ten.

  A half an hour.

  But when I finally heard his boots thumping against the kitchen floor, I was unable to stop a whimper from escaping. Mustang seemed to be hesitating in the doorway. What the hell? Was he studying me, making certain I’d followed his directions? A few seconds later, I realized that was exactly what the man was doing. It wasn’t about intimidation, merely another way of adding to the sickening anticipation.

  Even though my pussy was wet, already slickening the insides of my thighs, I dared not glance in his direction. I knew better. I simply tried to concentrate on what he was doing when he finally walked further into the room. The scrape of the bottom of the wineglass was maddening. I eased my forehead against the wall, clenching my fists and resisting tossing out demands.

  Another thirty seconds passed and I was fighting what little control I had left over my natural tendencies to lash out. When I finally sensed his presence directly behind me, I bit my lower lip to keep from crying out.

  “You did very well, Danni.”

  Why did his tone have to be so soft even in its heightened level of control? As he brushed his fingers down my spine, I shifted even closer to the wall, planting my hands against the wallboard.

  Exhaling, he rolled his fingers down the crack of my ass, slapping both cheeks. “I think you’re beginning to understand the ramifications of your actions. Correct?”

  “Yes, sir.” Jesus. Where had the word come from? I’d never called anyone sir, not even my father.

  “Excellent. Come with me.” He guided me toward the island, gently planting me across the smooth surface. “Arms over your head.”

  I did as I was told, taking shallow breaths as I strained to see what he was doing. When he grabbed the twine, I clamped my hands around the edge of the counter. I didn’t have to see him unwinding the string. I could hear what he was doing and as he walked to the other side of the island, his single growl was enough to push echoes of my heartbeat into my ears.

  He said nothing as he wrapped the thin rope around my wrist, securing the end to one of the drawer handles. Very methodically he repeated the move with my other arm, taking a deep breath after he’d finished. “That will keep you in place.”

  As soon as he’d said the words, I jerked my arms, shifting back and forth on the island when I realized just how secure I was. Lifting my head, I followed his actions as he walked around the other side once again. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed he took another sip of wine while he pulled one implement into his hand then another. God, he was deciding which one to use first.

  Captive.

  The word was no longer foreign in my mind. I was forced to accept that this rugged and powerful man was holding me captive in my own home, able to do anything he wanted. While my body should react differently, excitement tore through me. Every move I made allowed my nipples to scrape against the counter’s surface, creating even more of an ache. A sudden wave of uncertainty washed through me. I bucked, fighting with the bindings holding me in place.

  “Relax, Danni. You are completely safe with me.”

  Relax? He really thought I could relax at this point? The man was crazy. Sensations washed over me like a tidal wave, pushing away every rational thought. All I could think about was the fact he had utter control over me.

  He rubbed his hand down the length of my hair before pushing my long strands over one shoulder, continuing to rub the tips of his fingers down my spine.

  “Now, I’m going to spank you long and hard,” he stated in his usual husky tone.

  I closed my eyes, refusing to watch as he selected an implement. I honestly didn’t want to know.

  When the first four hard cracks were issued on one side then the other, I was shocked that the sting was remotely enjoyable. I took a deep breath, trying to hold it as he tapped a spoon against one inner thigh then the other.

  “Legs wide open, please.”

  I obeyed his command without hesitation, stretching my legs wide open.

  “Mmm… You’re already wet and we’re just beginning,” he mused. He delivered six additional smacks across my bottom, moving his hand rapidly.

  This time, the sting was more prominent, forcing me to take scattered breaths. I refused to whimper although I had to concentrate on keeping my legs open since they couldn’t reach the floor. I’d never felt so exposed, the scent of my desire unmistakable. The damn spanking was turning me on.

  Once again, I couldn’t hear him. Not his breathing or even any action he might be making. Various nasty words formed in my mind, but I shoved them away, trying desperately to be good. Jesus. Good. I dragged my tongue across my lips, blinking several times. This was surreal, or maybe this was as real as life could get. A smile crossed my face seconds before he brought the spoon down hard and fast, the thick wood hitting almost every inch of my bottom as well as the tops of my thighs.

  Pain exploded, my mind reeling, the cry I issued strangled. “Oh. Oh!” I hadn’t realized I’d closed my legs until he jerked them open again.

  “You’re still disobedient. I can see this is going to take a long time.”

  “No. No! I’ll be good.” The same damn word reverberated in my mind. He was having none of my pitiful wails, smacking me again and again. My toes curled, my pulse skyrocketing as the pain shifted into anguish. When I heard him dropping one implement and picking up another, I couldn’t hold back a series of moans.

  “Your pretty pink pussy is glistening, sweet Danni. I can’t wait to shove my cock inside.” He pressed his fingers against my swollen folds, flicking the tips back and forth.

  Damn him. He was toying with me, shoving me to the very edge of an orgasm then yanking back, issuing another hard volley of smacks on my bottom. The heat building in my lower torso was incredible, leaving me panting and writhing. I lost count as he continued, my bottom already sore, my body wriggling. I flexed and twisted my hands, fighting the twine that seemed to dig into my skin the more I struggled. I was breathless, my whimpers more like scattered breathless moans.

  “Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh.” My cries went unheeded as he spanked me long and hard, finally moving to the spatula, which was stiff and barely pliable. The sound the damn thing made was something I would remember for some time to come.

  Growling, he caressed my sore ass cheeks, every move so gentle. “So wet. So hot.”

  I wanted to scream out that there was no way I could be, but my body had betrayed me minutes before. There was no use in lying. I allowed my face to rest against the cool counter, trying to catch my breath as he teased my pussy, rubbing the tip of a single finger up and down. When he swirled it around my clit, I bucked all over again. “Oh, God. Oh…” I wanted to beg him to fuck me, but I knew that would come later.

  When he was ready.

  The second he slipped the same finger into my tight channel, the electricity that had been coursing through my body exploded, leaving me breathless and unable to think clearly. I realized I was struggling to get closer, longing to have several fingers thrusting inside.

  “Six more,” he said, although his words were more like music than a statement.

  I wasn’t counting, was unable to even think about the time of day or why I was getting spanked in the first place. An incredible feeling of utter euphoria had slowly allowed the pain to subside, morphing into something spectacular. I was barely cognizant that he’d dropped the implement, but I did feel his hands as they caressed my shoulders, kneading the remaining tension away within seconds.

  “You are very beautiful,” he half whispered in his usual husky tone. He leaned over, pressing his lips from one shoulder blade to the other, taking his time as he darted his tongue acros
s my heated skin.

  I had no words, no coherent sentences. All I could do was purr as he rolled his thumbs up and down the knots in my back, leaving me relaxed, my pussy clenching and releasing several times.

  “But so hardheaded.” This time, he chuckled and continued his massage, moving to the middle of my back. He ground his hips back and forth across my bruised ass as if to add emphasis.

  “No. Yes. I mean…” I tossed my head from side to side, fighting the damn bindings. I wanted to be free to touch every inch of his gorgeous body, but he had other things in mind.

  Teasing me.

  Tormenting me.

  I would get him back. There was no doubt in my mind.

  “I know the truth even if you don’t. You have no patience and no respect regarding danger. Both are something you’re going to learn.”

  “Through your efforts?” I half purred.

  He swatted my bottom twice.

  “Ouch!” I moaned.

  “You should be careful, little lady, and learn to have some respect for me.”

  I bit back a retort as he slowly rubbed his hands down the length of my back, digging his nails into my hips as he leaned over, nuzzling into my neck.

  He knew he was driving me crazy and enjoyed every minute. Yet as he licked and nipped my earlobe, I didn’t honestly care what or how he did anything to me.

  However, the second he moved away, I whimpered involuntarily, struggling to see what he was doing. As I heard the sound of his belt buckle being unfastened, I bristled, sucking in my breath.

  “Now, I’m going to fuck you, sunshine. Just like you enjoy being fucked.” Within seconds, he gripped my hips again, holding me in place as he pushed the tip of his cockhead past my swollen folds.

  “Oh!” I jerked up as much as the bindings would allow me, hard enough the drawers holding the twine in place rattled. This was so damn sinful and filthy, yet delicious in its sordid moment. When he did nothing for a solid ten seconds, I moaned my discord. “Don’t tease me or you will get it.”