Robert flipped Sabrina over and lay on the bed next to her. He let his hand rub the red area of her behind as he pulled it back again and landed a hard lap to her again. She didn’t scream out. Instead, just laying there and moving her body with a sensual desire.
Robert liked to hear her scream, but screams of pleasure and a little bit of pain. He wanted to hear it again and again.
Sabrina moved up onto her knees and let her behind stick up in the air. She was taunting him to hit her again.
“As hard as you want. I can take it.” Sabrina said as she shook her butt.
***
Robert didn’t wait for her to say it again.
He came up behind Sabrina and let his body feel hers. Her naked body coaxing him to be inside of her.
Robert let his hard body slide into Sabrina, slowly.
She let out a moan that he had never heard before. It was a combination of pain, pleasure and desire.
Robert began thrusting deep inside of Sabrina and just as he did that he used his hand to deliver a huge swat to her.
She moaned with pleasure.
“Yes,” Sabrina said.
Robert continued to thrust harder and harder inside of Sabrina. He had to get all his frustrations out. He was exhausted from work. Tired of having so much to do and not enough time to do it.
“Harder,” She said.
When he heard this, Robert let all of his energy release. He grabbed a hold of Sabrina’s naked hips and help them tight against him as he thrust into her. Sabrina’s moans were loud and drove Robert to thrust harder.
Sabrina wanted this feeling to last forever. His pain also brought pleasure that she couldn’t ignore. She felt like her entire body wanted to explode.
When his hand made contact with her, it sends electricity throughout her body. She instantly wanted more. Sabrina wanted to feel what Robert’s excitement felt like. She wanted to bring him to the brink of nothing he had ever had before.
Their bodies began to sweat as they worked hard against each other. Robert thrusting into Sabrina as she pressed back hard against his body.
Robert brought his hand back behind his head as he continued to thrust. He felt his body getting ready to explode so he let loose with another quick hit to her bottom. Then another and another until Robert let one final thrust into Sabrina.
She screamed out in pain but never asked Robert to stop. Sabrina liked how Robert’s body felt inside of her. She could have him there with her forever if he would have her. The chemistry between them was enthralling and Sabrina didn’t care at all about his age.
Robert didn’t stop his thrusting after he had finished with his own pleasure. Instead he reached down and grabbed Sabrina by the long blonde hair. He pulled her hair tightly behind her with his hand and lifted her head back
This position was delightful and Robert felt himself getting fully excited again. His body felt so much pleasure just being near Sabrina. Being inside of her made that pleasure even more. He held her hair tight as he began to thrust hard again. Trying to cause her pain, not the kind of pain that she would not like, but instead the pain that would drive Sabrina to a new level of pleasure.
Soon Sabrina’s body was almost fully upright and Robert stayed behind her and inside of her. He held her shoulders and he thrust hard. Then reached around and grabbed her breasts tightly as he moved her whole body with the grip of his hands on her breasts.
For a moment, Sabrina almost screamed for Robert to stop. She felt her body growing tired and the pain wearing on her. But the pleasure she had was so much that she couldn’t bring herself to make it stop. She wanted more, she wanted Robert to be hers all night long.
“I want to see you explode with satisfaction,” Robert said to Sabrina when he saw her body getting tired.
Sabrina closed her eyes and imagined the pleasure building. She wanted it to last forever but knew that it was impossible.
Soon she did feel a buildup of pleasure though; it started in her abdomen and grew quickly. Soon she couldn’t take it anymore and let out a loud scream with delight. Her body collapsed with exhaustion to the bed and Robert collapsed with her.
Robert let his hands continue to trace all over Sabrina’s naked body as they both got close to falling asleep. Soon they would both be dreaming about this night they had just had.
“I would like you to be mine forever,” Robert said as his hands moved around Sabrina’s body.
She didn’t answer right away as she pondered the idea of being with this man again. It was appealing to think of him. Sabrina liked every thought she had, even the ones that involved pain. Although she had just moved to Chicago, it was a far cry from her home range and it was a much better fit for Sabrina. There was no need for temper tantrums and that other non-sense. Sabrina felt like she had finally found the life that she wanted to live.
This was the life she had dreamed of.
“Yes,” Sabrina said as she rolled over and let her butt press up tightly against Roberts body.
“Yes, you will be mine?”
“I said yes, Did you not understand?” Sabrina said with a smile on her face.
Story 25
“And the winner is… Miss Amy Sue Morrison!” Judge Edgar Conrad’s loud voice echoed around the room.
“Who else?” The lovely young woman in a red silken gown stood up and sashayed over to the front of the room. Her rich blonde curls decorated in an elaborate do and her blue eyes glittering, she looked around at people gathered in the large hall, blowing kisses at everyone.
“Congratulations, Miss Morrison.” Conrad smiled at her, “You’ve done the community proud.”
“Why, thank you, Judgie.” She purred, snatching the gilded crown from his hands. “Now get off my stage and let me bask in my glory.”
“Oh, certainly, my dear.” The old man cackled. “Tonight’s your night. Bask away.”
“Thank you all.” Amy Sue waved at the room, smiling smugly. “And to all my losing competitors for this here coveted Mail Order Bride Crown, well, you can all kiss my…” She slapped her lovely rump for emphasis.
A loud murmur went around the room. A few of the other contestants and their attendants swore at the arrogant woman on the stage. She gave them back as good as she got, waving her hands around, hurling curses and making obscene gestures.
“Now, now, that’s enough of that.” Devlin J. Morrison climbed up on the stage and ushered his nineteen year old daughter away. “Amy Sue here won fair and square, she did.”
The others began to boo and throw pieces of paper at them. Some even made faces.
“Don’t mind them, Daddy.” Amy Sue laughed. “Those wretches are just jealous of little old me.”
“Yes, my dear.” Her father nodded, swatting away a paper missile. “They are, they all are.”
“Won’t old Andrew Jonah Hartford me happy to see me?” Amy Sue gushed. “I hear he’s got the biggest cattle ranch in all of Texas.”
“Why, of course he will.” Morrison nodded. “A J Hartford won’t believe his amazing luck. Now go wait in the carriage for me, dear. We’ve got to make all the arrangements for your long travel.”
“Wha… already?” She looked at him in wonder.
“Yes, my dear.” He urged her outside. “The sooner the better.”
Amy Sue waved at her father and walked toward the large black carriage, seductively swaying her hips, her new gleaming crown on her brow. Morrison cast about a furtive glance and discreetly handed Conrad a wad of tightly rolled ten dollar bills. The Judge nodded and shook his hand, slipping the wad up his sleeve.
“Fine looking gal you got there, Mr. Morrison, mighty fine looking,” He grinned. “She’s going to make that rich man in Texas real happy, she is.”
“Oh, yes. She is, she is.” Morrison nodded and put on his hat, turning swiftly on his heel to follow his daughter into the carriage. “God willing, she is.”
“Oh, Daddy!” Amy Sue exclaimed, as Morrison joined her in the carriage. “I’m so
excited. Is it true that A J Hartford is the richest man in all of the Lone Star State?”
“Yes, my dear.” He nodded with a smile. “He does have a strong monopoly on the Steer Market in most of the Southern States.”
“Have you ever met him?” She had stars in her eyes. “Does he have a great big mansion, with dozens of maids and servants, and a fleet of coaches?”
“So they say, Amy Sue, so they say.” Morrison replied. “And I met him once, in a Cattle Sale in Oregon. A pretty distinguished looking fellow.”
“Oh, and he’s going to be my husband.” She sang out. “I’m going to be the Queen of Texas.”
“Oh yes, you are.” Morrison sighed, happy to have his daughter sent off, away from his household.
She was a sweet child growing up, the apple of his eye. But since her twelfth year, Amy Sue had become quite the nightmare that every parent dreaded. After his wife passed, fifteen years ago, Morrison never remarried, and focused his attention on work. Often pampering his daughter’s every whim, he knew that he was responsible for spoiling her rotten. But not anymore. She was nineteen, and still the petulant little brat she had always been. Getting her married and far away from him was the best thing he could ever have done. He had lied to her about Hartford. The rancher and he were friends and business partners for more than a decade, and even though the cattle man was a strict disciplinarian who brooked no insolence, Morrison knew that his errant daughter was going to be in good hands and safe from harm.
“Well, here we are, my dear.” He said as the carriage drew in beside the large stage coach. “Filberts had already loaded your bags onto the coach, travel safe.”
“Oh, Daddy, I’m going to miss you.” She hugged his neck after they stepped off the carriage.
“Yes, and I’m going to miss you too.” He kissed her brow. “Now come on, hurry on up.”
“But Filberts, how did you know that I would win.” She looked inquiringly at the tall family butler.
“Ah, but who else would, dear Miss.” The balding man bowed. “No one here in New York holds a candle to you.”
“Why thank you, Filberts.” She smiled at him as he assisted her into the coach. “I’ll be missing you too.”
“It’s been an honor.” The butler lied and Morrison suppressed a smile.
“Buh-Bye everyone.” Amy Sue waved at the staff of her father’s house that had assembled to see her off. In her exhilaration she didn’t notice the relief on their haggard faces.
“But what if she returns in a week, Sir.” Filberts whispered to his employer.
“Oh, no.” Morrison chuckled. “Not if I know A J Hartford. He never gives up on anything.”
“A hard man.” Filberts smiled back. “A fitting match for our little Miss.”
“Indeed.” Morrison nodded, turning back toward the carriage.
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“What the hell is all this?” Amy Sue sounded horrified, as she stepped down off the Coach. “And you are you?”
“Why, I’m your husband, Missy.” The tall, broad shouldered man facing her said in a deep rumbling voice. His hand rested on the large head of a wolf like animal sitting near his feet. “And all this is my estate.”
“This god-forsaken wilderness and… and that ramshackle old building?” She cried in exasperation, eyeing the wolf uneasily. “This can’t be right, you’re not A J Hartford and this isn’t a mansion.”
“Never said it was, Missy.” The rough looking man spat out a wad of tobacco to the ground near her feet. “And I am Andrew Jonah Hartford, your legally wedded husband, Miss Amy Sue Morrison.”
“You can’t be him.” She looked around desperately. “A J should be a young man, in fine clothes and a gentleman of class… and live in a mansion fit for a king.”
A low growl from the wolf made her stiffen; she felt her heart begin to beat faster.
“This is as much class as you’ll get out here in the cattle ranch.” Hartford tipped his cap, his jaw clenching and the thick muscles of his bull neck pulsing.
“I can’t be here… this is all wrong.” She turned back to the Coach as it left, starting to run after it. “I’m leaving at once.”
“That coach ain’t taking you nowhere tonight, and you’re not going anywhere anytime soon.” The large man grated, barring her way and towering over her as the wolf sniffed at her heels. “I am your legally wedded husband and I got all the paperwork signed for right here.”
She looked up at his imposing bulk and felt a shiver run down her spine. He was the biggest, roughest looking man she had ever seen. And even though his weather beaten face was handsome, in a rough cut kind of way; he was at least fifteen years older than her. She took a step back and flashed out her small palm at his face. His iron hard grip closed over her slender wrist before she could make contact and he grinned. The wolf growled as he caressed its head with his other hand, calming it down.
“I like the ones with some fire and spirit.” His gravelly voice grated. “It makes the breaking in so much more fun.”
“I’m not some steer or mustang, you hairy brute.” She spat. “And you’re hurting me.”
“No, I’m not.” He grunted, releasing her. “Not yet.”
“What do you mean?” She glared at him as he stepped back, his large pet following him.
“It will best serve you, Amy Sue…” He said, turning and walking away from her and toward the large ranch house. “To behave like the proper woman of the city that I have paid for.”
She exhaled loudly and stood with her hands on her curvy hips, watching him walk away. Her travel bags were lying near her feet. No one else had come from the old ranch house and the huge cattle rancher had already entered the building.
“Do you at least have a servant to help me with my bags?” She called after him.
“Carry them yourself. It’s your own baggage.” He called back. “It’ll help build some character.”
Amy Sue cursed him under her breath. She hadn’t expected him to help her anyway. He didn’t look like the sort that would care much, and she was married to him. She decided to put on her worst ever tantrums and make an absolute nuisance of herself, so that he would send her packing within a few days. Lugging her heavy bags along, she recollected feeling a strange sensation when he was near, something she couldn’t quite understand. He was a handsome enough man, hardened and made tough from years of wrangling cattle and wild horses, and he looked more like a ranch hand than the owner of the place.
“Oh, lord.” She gasped, struggling with her bags near the front door. “I can’t do this.”
She dropped her bags by the door and stepped inside. He was sitting on a wooden stool by the window, watching her intently. The wolf lay at his feet, its golden eyes locked on her.
“What the hell… A J?” She threw up her arms. “You’re supposed to be the richest man in the State. And you live in this beat up shack with no servants at all?”
“The bedroom is upstairs.” He pointed with his horn pipe.
Amy Sue groaned and squatted on the wooden floor, shaking her head. He laughed and stood up, grabbing up her bags as if they were filled with feathers. She eyed him warily, watching his huge muscles rippling under the cotton shirt he wore. He looked at her and jerked his head in the direction of the bedroom upstairs.
“Do you want to do it already?” She gave him a sour look. “I’ve been traveling for hours. I’m tired and hungry.”
“Not tonight, Missy.” He grinned, glancing over his shoulder. “Tonight you dine and rest, and preserve your beauty for later.”
“I’ll preserve my beauty alright.” She muttered, and followed him up the stairs. “All the way away from you.”
“I hope you like steak, Amy Sue.” She heard him say as he entered the bedroom. “Home grown and aged, right here on my ranch.”
“Judging by what you have here, I can’t really say I’m looking forward to it.” She sneered.
“Well, I got some smoking in the pit and that’s what we’ve havin
g tonight, with cabbage and beer.” He said with pride as he placed her bags beside the bed.
“Oh, that sounds so gourmet.” She snorted, looking around the Spartan bedroom.
At least the bed was large enough and comfortable looking, and she knew he would want her on it soon enough. She eyed him again, taking in the dense muscularity of his powerful body. His dark hair and handlebar moustache had streaks of grey in them and his tanned face bore a few wrinkles when he smiled. But he reeked of a masculinity that overpowered her senses. She felt weak in the knees and her belly fluttered every now and then. The thought of her under him, naked, writhing on the bed while he ravaged her made her head spin.
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