Submitting to the Sheriff in Lockdown
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He bent over her back, breathing hard, pressing open-mouthed kisses across her shoulders.
“Stay with me.”
“Yes, Eddie.” She was still catching her breath.
He pulled out of her, lifting her off the bed and pulling her against him. She wrapped her arms around his neck as best she could with the handcuffs still on and wrapped her legs around him. He kissed her as he walked to the front of his house where his keys were. After removing the cuffs, he picked her up again, wrapping her around him. He pressed her hips tighter against him, capturing her lips and kissing her deeply as he walked to his bathroom.
He squeezed her ass in his hands, letting his fingers brush against her opening.
She was slippery with arousal, and he moaned into her mouth.
He pulled his mouth back, still holding her.
“Stay with me.”
“I already said yes,” she said, laughing lightly.
“No,” his face was serious. “Stay. Stay here. We’ll find you a job that will make you happy, and when you have a bad day, we’ll have the den to work it out.”
He saw her forehead furrow.
“You mean, stay as your sub?”
He kissed her quickly and barely breathed.
“No, stay here and be mine, and I’ll be yours. Not as my sub, but as my woman.”
Her voice was low and quiet.
“And when the quarantine is over?”
“As far as I’m concerned, it will never end. Not for us, not for how I feel. The only difference will be taking you out for dinner and then cursing myself for leaving the house because I can’t pull you on my lap in a fancy restaurant and kiss you senseless.”
She nodded and pulled him in for a kiss as he turned on the water in the shower.
Epilogue
Six months later
Eddie walked into the house, looking around.
“Honey, where are you?”
He was on pins and needles and couldn’t wait to see her.
“In the den, Sir.”
He smiled as he started pulling his uniform off and walked down the hall.
She was kneeling next to the bench waiting for him.
“How was your day, beautiful?”
He glanced at the crop and flogger she had pulled out as well as the new nipple clamps he had bought as part of her birthday present a few weeks ago when they had packed up the last of her belongings in New York.
He angled her back over his arm so he could reach her nipples with his mouth, switching back and forth until her nipples were pointed and hard. He rubbed the lube around her nipples before securing them.
“I had the strangest request come in.”
He raised an eyebrow then lightly tugged on the chain attached to the clamps, smiling when she moaned.
“What was so strange?” He asked, guiding her the ottoman on a raised platform that only had ankle restraints and arranging her hips before securing her. He smiled as she lightly tugged the chain while he worked behind her.
He rubbed her ass before spanking her lightly a few times.
“Someone sent the request to the Blue Moon for a wedding, but the names and contact information were left blank.”
After the world came back to life, Karli had mentioned that Blue Moon Ranch was looking at adding special events in addition to the dude ranch bookings after partial owner Becca had started planning her wedding there. Tina had been hired and quickly found her niche planning weddings, private parties, and local farmer’s markets. She had even booked her former employer for a teambuilding event.
“When do they want it?” He picked up the crop, lightly flicking against her then smoothing her skin with his hand before flicking it again.
“March 6. Which is a strange time to hold a wedding since the weather can be so fickle.”
“March 6, you say?” He increased the force on the crop, and she inhaled quickly then pulled on the chain between her breasts.
“Yes-” she gasped when he peppered her ass and thighs with quick slaps from the crop, then moaned when he stopped. He bent forward, running his tongue over her stinging flesh.
She looked up in the mirror and watched him finally put his hands on his belt. She raised her hips and groaned when he walked around until he was in front of her.
She placed her hands on his hips, wanting to pull his pants open and take him in her mouth, but he kneeled in front of her, capturing her lips.
“What was the date again?” He pressed kisses against her and pulled on the chain until she was panting.
“March 6.” She pushed up, looking at him, “Why are you so focused on the date?”
He leaned forward, removing the restraints from her ankles, laughing lightly when she groaned.
He picked her up after pushing his pants off and walked to the love seat. He guided her to straddle him, wrapping her legs around him and sliding into her.
She pouted even as she smiled. “I didn’t get to my dreamy space, you know.”
He kissed her hard then pulled back. He grabbed for her hands, pulling them behind her back before removing the clamps.
She shuddered on him, moaning lightly.
“You know, I think that was the day I found you shivering in your rental car.” He pressed kisses across her chest until she pulled back to look at him, narrowing her eyes.
“Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you in a minute.”
He brought her left hand between their bodies, shifting his hips and smiling when she sighed as she ground against him before moving her hips to slip his dick inside of her. He kissed the back of her hand before opening his palm.
She gasped when she looked down.
“I couldn’t put our names on the request until you said yes.”
“Eddie, are you-”
“Marry me, Tina. Marry me on the same day I met you when you turned my world upside down.”
She nodded and held out her hand.
“Say the words.” He was smiling so broadly his cheeks hurt.
“Yes, Eddie.”
He slid the ring on her finger and kissed her, then laughed when she lightly pushed on his chest.
“We are not telling people you proposed to me while you were spanking me.”
“Technically, I wasn’t spanking you. You were sitting on my dick.”
Her eyes went wide, and she lightly smacked his shoulder.
“Okay, give the ring back, and I’ll propose to you later.”
“Not a chance I’m taking this off, but you’re proposing later when we aren’t in the middle of having sex.”
He spanked her, and she shifted her hips.
“Alright, then let’s finish so we can get dressed, and I can take you out to dinner and propose.”
“Then hurry up,” She said, circling her hips.
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COMING FALL 2020
Chapter One
“Are you kidding me?” Becca’s hazel eyes flashed as she surveyed the damage. “I don’t have time for this!”
Becca had turned back when she heard the creaking of metal while she was heading to the gate and wished she hadn’t.
Hadn’t what? At this point, she wasn’t even sure.
“It is too fricking hot to deal with this right now.” She was muttering to no one in particular. She wiped her dark brown hair that was plastered to her forehead away, but it didn’t do much to help under the oppressive heat and still air of Northern Colorado in July. It wasn’t even mid-morning, and the temperature was about to kiss 100 degrees.
“I can’t believe you flipped my UTV. Do you have anything to say for yourself?”
She was met with silence. At least this wasn’t the new utility vehicle. She’d finally given in and replaced the older one in the spring. The one someone had driven over a rock outcropping that had ripped through the floor under the passenger seat.
And by someone, she meant one of the guests on the Blue Moon Dude Ranch her brother Ry ran on the front acreage. It finally opened four years ago, and within a month, the decision was made to only stock beer and wine after a dozen guests killed off four bottles of Jack after dinner.
Halfway through that night, the sheriff called when two of the five horses that they let out were seen grazing up against the road. Thankfully, only the one UTV was worse for wear from that evening.
Becca still didn’t get the appeal of having a rotating group of strangers around every week for most of the year. After the sale of part of the land and cattle herd to fund the opening, she had stayed as far out of the dude ranch business as possible. Her main interactions were smiling if she ran across guests in the main house and the weekly trail rides.
But back here in the far pasture, Becca was in her element. Today the heady and mildly tangy smell of feed and manure settled over the land in the still air. Usually, the light scent of pine from the National Forest on the western border of the ranch was carried on the wind and mixed with fresh hay and grass muting everything else.
Usually.
She strained and pushed, finally tipping the vehicle onto its side in the ditch.
“See if I take you out to meet up with any of the ladies, you jerk.” She grumbled.
Becca backed up from the UTV now on its side, breathing hard and sweaty, her clothes wet, sticking to her uncomfortably. She peeled her long-sleeved work shirt off, then decided to hell with it and stripped off her tank until she was only in her sports bra.
“You could have at least helped since you started this.”
A loud snort from the other side was her only answer.
Lambchop bumped the side of the vehicle, thankfully not knocking it on its roof again. One of the largest bulls on the ranch, he was also the most adept at finding ways to annoy her.
Today, Lambchop decided pushing over the UTV would be hilarious. At least the delinquent waited until she was out of it first.
“Maybe my walk back to the house will give me time to cool down, so I don’t make you into dinner next week, Lambie.” She glared at him across the UTV, checking to make sure nothing appeared bent except maybe the roof. Shaking her head, she saw him moving around to her side chuffing and snorting.
“Oh no, you don’t, mister!”
Over a ton of bull slowly lumbered toward her. Even filed down, his horns were broad and dangerous. He snorted and chuffed then settled on his belly in front
of her with a huff, blocking the gate.
She shook her head and huffed out an aggravated sigh. She had a soft spot for him, even when he was a brat. Lambchop had been a bottle baby, and she’d moved into the barn with him a few hours after he had been born. He was the only bull she felt comfortable turning her back on completely, although today hadn’t been the day to do that.
Clearly.
In many ways, he was her baby. They had the same dark chocolate hair and golden eyes. Technically, hers were hazel, but sometimes they flashed nearly the same caramel gold he had, and her best friend Dani thought it was hilarious to point out how much her baby bull looked like her mini-me, just a little bigger weighing in at over a 2,100 pounds. She even had a picture of them together from when he was a week old in a blue “It’s a boy” frame Dani had given her on her dresser.
She sat down and scratched his forehead. “I shouldn’t be rewarding you since I get to walk almost five miles, you know. I’m probably going to get sunburned too.” She breathed in the sweet scents of fresh grass and earthy livestock relaxing into his shoulder.
The bull chuffed again and bumped her leg. She moved to scratch his neck, where the softer hair turned wiry.
“I suppose I could walk through the wash, but I don’t feel like twisting my ankle.” Even in the middle of the summer, they were lucky this year to see a trickle from the run-off from the mountains to the west. The trickle was only a few inches at the deepest, and while it would be a shorter distance to the main truck path that cut thru the center of the ranch, the slick rocks were a bad idea based on how the day had gone already.