Reclaiming Willa

by Delta James

  “But, Mac, I was going to—”

  “Do as you were told. That’s what you were going to do. Don’t think just because you’re going with us and will be doing the tracking it means you’re taking the lead. You’re still under my authority. Now, you lie back and be a good girl, while I eat my fill. Then we’ll talk about whether or not you get to suck my cock.”

  ***

  Willa followed his instructions feeling very exposed and, at the same time, very safe. She was naked on a table lifted up so he could feast on her while he was still fully clothed. Mac wasted no time in sucking her clit into his mouth. He used his tongue to flick the end of it while continuing to suckle. Willa grabbed the edge of the table and gyrated her hips as he continued to use his mouth to stimulate her. Mac moved forward, lifting each of her legs over his shoulders and wrapping his muscular arms around her thighs to hold her in place.

  Willa called his name as she came from his talented oral skills. As her body began to return to reality, Mac moved his head down until he was licking her labia. With one of his thumbs, he applied pressure to her clit as his tongue darted into her pussy and licked and lapped up her feminine juices.

  “Jesus, Mac,” she cried as she came again.

  She squirmed and writhed under the onslaught of his mouth. Willa tried sitting up, but Mac nipped her and growled, “Down.”

  She did as he told her, helpless to do anything other than respond. He nuzzled her and continued to stimulate both her clit and her cunt. Mac had pulled her forward so her butt was hanging off the edge of the table. His hand went under her to fondle her ass. She felt his finger slide between her lower cheeks and press against her bottom hole. The new sensation sent her over the edge again.

  She got up on her elbows and looked at him resting his chin on her mons. He greatly resembled the proverbial cat who had gotten his fill of cream.

  “What the hell?”

  “Merely doing a little exploring. I think we might want to experiment with that.”

  “I don’t think so—”

  “You can choose to pass in most instances, but my guess is that I may find it a useful adjunct to spanking your pretty bottom. A plug or a finger, not to mention a man’s cock, can go a long way in convincing a naughty cowgirl to behave.”

  When she protested, he shushed her. He moved the top of the coffee table back into position and helped her sit up then stood, putting the large bulge in his jeans right at her eye level.

  “Wasn’t there something you wanted to do?” he asked seductively.

  She smiled provocatively and nodded as she opened his fly and released his completely erect cock. Willa licked her lips, and Mac grasped her head as he pushed his cock past her lips. This was one of the things she remembered so well about him. She didn’t so much as go down on him as he fucked her mouth. Slowly, he thrust in and out as he massaged her head. She grasped his strong buttocks and relaxed her jaw and throat so he could stroke deeply. All that she could hear were his moans of pleasure and her wet sucking and licking noises.

  Willa reached between his legs and fondled his balls. His groan let her know he was enjoying her attention. The question was, would he come where he was and allow her to taste and swallow him? He’d never much cared for that, preferring instead to mount her and finish in her cunt. As she began to taste his pre-cum, he predictably pulled out.

  In the past, he’d usually taken her by the hand to their bed and, once there, gone to work on her, causing her to climax again. This time, he grasped her by the hair, drawing her off the table and over the back of the couch. He wasted no time in mounting her from behind, thrusting deep in her pussy. She cried out and came. He pumped faster, fucking her through a second orgasm before coming with her on her third one.

  Mac stayed coupled with her and ran his hands down her flanks. He kissed along her shoulders and nibbled on the nape of her neck. His hands came around to squeeze her breasts gently and then pinched her nipples with a bit more force. He groaned again as he uncoupled from her.

  “Mac.” His name came out as a sigh.

  He ran his hand lightly over her rump before fingering her dark entrance again. The sensation was new and felt wrong, but in the most delightfully sensual way. This time, she offered him no protest as he applied a bit of pressure and her tight ring of muscle gave way to his gentle probing. It was not totally unpleasant, and Willa could feel her pussy becoming wetter. She was certain Mac could feel it, too, as he used his other hand to finger her pussy. Surprising herself, Willa came again.

  He leaned down to kiss her. “Somehow, I don’t think you dislike that quite as much as you’d prefer me to believe.”

  Mac inserted two fingers and stroked her dark channel as he always had her pussy. Rhythmically, he thrust in and out of her, and Willa responded in a way she had never thought she might. She had always avoided having a man focus any attention there, and certainly this was the first time she’d experienced any pleasure.

  She could feel Mac’s cock harden. She knew without a shadow of a doubt he wanted to breach her dark hole with it. Where she had always denied any man that level of dominance, with Mac it seemed natural, and she wanted him to take her in a way that would enhance her submission to him.

  “Do I have your full and undivided attention?”

  She giggled. “You are not going to let me live that down, are you?”

  “Probably not. I think having you underneath me when I want your complete attention to tell you something important is probably going to be a good way to go about it.”

  She sighed deeply and raised herself slightly on her knees, truly offering her ass to him for his taking. She knew he recognized the invitation. He removed his fingers.

  “You’re sure?”

  “Yes, Mac. Please? I want you to take me there. No one else ever has.”

  He kneeled squarely behind her and spread her cheeks before him. The head of his now completely engorged cock poked at her secret place where it felt her tight muscles contracting around it. Mac pressed forward steadying her by holding her hips.

  “Breathe, Willa. Just relax. I’ve got you.”

  Instinctively, she tried to move away, but his grip on her prevented her from doing so. Relentlessly, he pressed forward, stretching her in a way she had never felt before. The pain was burning but fleeting as it gave way to endorphins surging through her body created by this act of submission to this man and his desire.

  Finally, he had sunk all the way to his depth. Once seated within her, he stilled. He reached underneath her and played with her nipples and clit. Willa was surprised by how sensitized they were. She climaxed while he did nothing more than fondle her. Well, she amended, fondled her with his cock buried in her ass.

  The climax seemed to trigger an even deeper feeling from when he had mounted her. Slowly, he withdrew then pressed forward again. Each time, he withdrew a little farther before sinking back into her.

  “God, Mac,” she called between shallow and erratic breaths.

  “Give to me, Willa. Accept my dominance while I cherish your submission to me.”

  She sighed again and rocked against him, trying to keep him deep within her. His chuckle was the most deeply intimate masculine sound she had ever heard.

  “That’s my good girl,” he crooned as he began to stroke her as her body had somehow known it wanted and needed.

  Grasping her hips, once again, he started to truly fuck her bottom hole. He was forceful without being painful, and Willa enjoyed the way he made her feel full in a way she never had before. His thrusting picked up speed and power as he sought his own release. At last, on top of the other new sensations he had created, he filled her dark hole with his cum. It seemed he deposited more of himself there than he ever had in her pussy.

  Willa cried out as she climaxed a last time in triumphant ecstasy at his taking.

  He kissed her again and played with her nipples as he eased out of her.

  “We probably ought to eat something. When the case
is over, I want you to pick a fancy restaurant and we’ll go out.” “My kind of woman,” he laughed. “you’d better get dressed.”

  Mac walked into the bath and she could hear the water run. He returned wiping himself down.

  She wrapped her arms around him, rubbing her tits against him. “I don’t care about fancy. I’d rather be home naked with you and having you feast on me.”

  “My kind of woman,” he laughed. “You’d better get dressed.”

  “You’re the one who stripped my clothes off. Perhaps you should help me into them.”

  “Never happen. I’ll tolerate you putting on clothes, but I will never participate.”

  “Really? I’ve always wanted one of those corsets that lace up in the back…”

  He grinned. “I might make the occasional exception. The idea of you laid out on a table in a corset has some appeal.”

  She laughed, genuinely enjoying being with him again. Not only fucking him, but being in his presence. “Yeah? Anything else?”

  He shook his head. “If I tell you, you will tell me I am one sick son of a bitch.”

  “I already think you’re depraved…and thank God for it.”

  “Those black doeskin chaps you have?”

  She nodded.

  “I’ve always thought they were sexy and would love to see you in them.”

  “You’ve seen me in them.”

  “But not without anything else on underneath them.”

  “You’re right. You are one messed-up SOB. But you’re my messed-up SOB, and I adore you.”

  He knew that her quiet demeanor bespoke of the depth of feeling behind the teasing words. He pulled her to him and kissed her.

  “And you’re my wanton, naughty Cowgirl. It’ll be okay, Willa. We need to catch Eastwick, then we’ll figure the rest out. But never, ever doubt my feelings for you or that I’ll ever let you go again.” He squeezed her still-tender bottom gently. “Now, put some clothes on. I need to check in with John one more time tonight and figure out when we need to leave. Why don’t you start supper, and we’ll make it an early night?”

  “Mac?”

  He looked at her.

  “You are planning to fuck me again tonight, aren’t you?”

  He laughed and kissed the tip of her nose. “That I am. Any objection?”

  “None whatsoever. Just checking.”

  ***

  Mac watched her wander into the kitchen and start pulling items from the pantry and fridge—cilantro, peppers, onions, and the like. It appeared that she was putting together something Southwestern. Among other things, Mac had missed Willa’s cooking. She was an excellent chef and enjoyed watching people appreciate her food.

  “Mac,” John said, answering his call. “How go things?”

  “Better than you can possibly imagine.”

  “I don’t know…I have a pretty vivid imagination. When this is done, Mandy insists the four of us go out for dinner.”

  “That can be arranged. Hopefully, we’ll have something more to celebrate than our catching Eastwick.”

  “Maybe something along the lines of a certain US Marshal finally lassoing and hog-tying a certain cowgirl-chef of my acquaintance?”

  “That would be the plan.”

  “Damn, that is the best news I’ve had in a month of Sundays.”

  “Don’t tell Mandy. She’ll tell Willa, and I haven’t told her the whole plan yet.”

  “Planning to ask or tell?”

  “I’ll try asking, but if I don’t get the answer I want, then I’ll be doing some telling.”

  John laughed. “Did I ever tell you how I got Mandy to say yes?”

  “I always assumed you went down on one knee and proposed, and she agreed.”

  John snorted. “Hardly. As you might remember, we hadn’t been seeing each other all that long. But I knew we were meant to be together and thought we had pretty much lined things up the way they are…the way they’re supposed to be…and so I asked her. She informed me, ever so coolly, that while she greatly enjoyed being with me, she couldn’t see making a life with me. I thought about it for a minute and decided screw that. I pulled her over my knee, lifted my shirt tail up out of the way, pulled down her lace panties, and paddled her cute little butt until she agreed to be my wife.”

  Mac laughed at the imagined sight.

  “I kept her over my knee until she put the ring on her finger. I told her I’d better never see her without it on. And unless she had a damn good reason for taking it off, I’d spank her even harder until it was back where it belonged.”

  “I take it the ring has never come off?”

  “Only one time. She was pissed and took it off and threw it at me. That’s the one and only time she’s ever done that. Most of the time, my Mandy’s a good girl. I don’t think your Willa will be that easy.”

  “Maybe not, but I plan to do whatever it takes to make this work and keep her safe and loved. Did you get that Kevlar vest for her?”

  “I did. I’ll have it with me in the morning. You guys are about four hours from us. Mandy said she could make burritos.”

  “Let’s plan to meet about six thirty, and we can all eat, grab some coffee, and be ready to ride by seven. The sun should be up enough that Willa can see to track.” Mac sighed.

  “She’s the best, Mac. We’ll keep her safe.”

  “I know. We’ll see you in the morning.”

  Chapter 15

  Willa spooned chunky guacamole over the shredded beef burritos and brought the plates out to the couch. Mac had been in a pensive mood since his phone call with John. She’d asked him about it, but he’d deflected her concerns.

  “Mac?”

  “Yeah.”

  “This isn’t going to work if you shut me out.”

  He smiled and kissed her. “You’re right. I’d almost forgotten sexy, sultry, great cook, and smart as hell.”

  “So?”

  “I don’t like the idea of you going as our tracker. I know you’re the best. I know that you can out ride and shoot as well as anyone going. But Eastwick already wants you dead and…hell, you’re my woman, I just got you back, and I want you safe. There, I said it.”

  She waited a moment before saying, “First, big points for telling me straight out what you think. Second, that last little bit about being your woman and only now getting me back and wanting me to be safe? I already knew all of that. And it makes me go all gooey inside when you say things like that. But don’t you think I could say the same? Eastwick already tried to kill you as well, and I just got you back, and I want you safe. I love that you have no issue with me being a better rider than most anyone you know and being able to hold my own with your team. But like you said, I’m the best tracker in the area, and I know this country better than anyone. If we can figure out where he’s headed, we may be able to cut him off.”

  “John will have a Kevlar vest for you. You put it on the moment we get there, and it doesn’t come off until I take it off you. Got that?”

  “Yes, Mac.”

  “And if I give you an order, I expect you to obey it the same as with anybody else under my command would.”

  “Are you planning to spank one of them if they don’t mind you?”

  “I’m not kidding, Willa. You step out of line, and I’ll find a private spot and paddle your ass so hard they’ll need to call a chopper in to get you home. I’ll shut this whole thing down.”

  “Mac?”

  “What?” he snarled.

  “I love you, too. And I will be on my very best behavior.”

  “See that you are,” he grumbled.

  “Do you really want to growl at me? Wouldn’t you rather take me to bed and hear me purr while I claw up your back?”

  He grinned. “Don’t think for even a nano-second you’ll ever seduce your way out of spanking. ’Cause you won’t. I—”

  The rest of his tirade was cut short as Willa removed first her sweater and then her bra. She flung both into his face and made to r
un past him to the bedroom. He grabbed her, swinging her up in his arms and latching on to her nipple as he carried her. He dumped her unceremoniously on the bed, causing her to wince at the reignited sting all across her bottom.

  “You get your cute little ass in bed. I’ll make one last round of the house to make sure we’re secure and then lock us in.”

  “Is that standard operating procedure?”

  “It is. When I’m done making sure we’re secure, I’ll come take care of you. That, too, will be standard operating procedure from here on out.”

  ***

  The night had gone far too fast for Mac. He and Willa had made love twice with equal intensity and passion. Willa had showered first and gone to make something quick and easy for breakfast. As the savory popovers baked, she brought Mac a cup of coffee in the shower.

  “Here you go,” she said, handing him the mug.

  “Why don’t you bring it in here to me?” he asked in a voice heavy with residual sleep and lust.

  “Because if I do, there is absolutely no chance we’ll arrive at the rendezvous on time.”

  “Maybe not, but I’ll be in such a good mood, I won’t care.”

  She giggled at his silliness and exited before he could drag her under the water with him. A few minutes later, he walked out of the bedroom in jeans and boots, carrying a T-shirt and sweater. He wrapped himself around her from behind, kissing the side of her neck and inhaling deeply.

  “God, you smell good. Although I liked the way you smelled before your shower better,” said Mac.

  “Before my shower, I smelled of sex with you.”

  “Precisely.”

  Willa rolled her eyes, and Mac laughed before kissing her parted lips.

  They grabbed their popovers, and Mac put on his T-shirt, tucking it into his jeans and using the holster on his belt in the back for his handgun. He tossed Willa his sweater.

  “I’m going out to make sure we’re still secure—”

  “Don’t you think you’re being a bit overly cautious?”

  “No, Willa. This is how we do things. It’s the reason we rarely lose anybody. You stay inside with the front door locked. Once I’m sure it’s safe, I’ll start the SUV and bring it to the door. When I give you the all clear, you can come out and get in the cab…not before.”