by Delta James
Reluctantly, she took hold of the bedpost. Hoss produced a roll of duct tape and quickly secured her hands and wrists to it. He tossed a large bowie knife and a twisted glass butt plug on the bed where she could see them. Oddly, she was far more concerned about the plug than she was the knife.
Hoss lifted her sweater so that it covered her head and arms, exposing her torso. She felt the cool flat of the blade slide under the back and shoulder straps of her bra, before it rotated, cutting them neatly in two. Remi felt the bra slip from her body.
He reached under her and unfastened her jeans. He tugged them down past her thighs and made short work of her panties with the knife. Hoss removed her boots and socks and then helped her off with her jeans.
“Planning to cut your sweater off me?” she asked, trying to lighten the mood.
“Hell, no. I like that sweater. Fact is I love seeing it hanging off your tits and knowing I can get a good feel of you without having to work at it,” he said with a grin.
“Because God forbid you have to work at easing your lust,” she teased and wondered when fear and dread had been replaced by calm and desire.
Hoss reached under her and gave the taut nipple closest to him a light pinch. She heard tape being unrolled just before the sweater was pulled down and the tape placed over her mouth to silence her. She barely had time for any of that to register before the sweater was brought back up over her head, taking away her ability to see what he was doing.
Chuckling, he said, “You’re right, Remi, most things in life can be fixed with duct tape.”
His hand slid down her body, tracing her contours. He stroked her back and belly several times before sliding his hand between her legs and stroking her sex. Remi had thought she was beyond his ability to arouse her in new ways, but she was wrong. Her stiffened nipples could be chalked up to the chill in the room, but there was no mistaking the warm, wet state of her sheath. The way he focused his stroking along with his seductive rumbling only made matters worse.
Hoss continued to caress and fondle her, sometimes merely running his hands over her body and at others rubbing her clit or penetrating her pussy with his fingers to pump her slowly, encouraging her body to produce more of her natural lubricant. He played with her rear rosebud and delicately traced the mostly faded welts he had given her.
Remi found herself wanting him to get on with whatever punishment he intended so that he could take care of their mutual need. It galled her to admit after everything he’d done, knowing that what would come next would not be pleasant, all she could really focus on in her semi-deprived sensory state was how much she wanted to feel him inside her, filling her up first with his cock as he hammered her pussy and then bathing her insides with his creamy warmth. She found it difficult not to make a sarcastic comment because the duct tape prevented her from doing so.
She tried to still, or at least quiet, her breathing not because she wanted to try to hide her response to him—that train had left the station—but to try to figure out what he was doing. Although, she had to remind herself, being tied to the bedpost as she was meant she had no real way of avoiding her fate. She found it curious that she had begun to think of being with him, being used by him, as inevitable. That acceptance brought with it a certain kind of comfort and peace.
The sound of his belt being pulled from its loops caused her to shiver and him to chuckle. Her mind barely registered the almost silent sound of his hand being raised before it descended, crashing into her backside. She forced herself to keep still and not even strain against the duct tape or cry out.
Hoss said nothing but began to thoroughly thrash her naked rump. His hand rose and fell numerous times, the crack of it as it connected sharply with her bottom the only sound. Heat and pain radiated from each impact. She could feel the tears form and begin to fall. Her resolve not to strain against the bonds or gag was quickly defeated as the spanking continued.
He covered not only the fullest part of her behind, but down to her upper thighs and the tender spot where they met the lowest curve of her bottom. His hand felt like a broad piece of well-milled oak as it continued to descend in one harsh smack after another. He never struck the same place twice so that her body could adjust and lessen the feel. Instead he moved it from place to place, never breaking the rhythm or pace, but instead finding new and more sensitive spots to punish.
As the long, harsh spanking went on, Remi began to dance trying to avoid the blows. She took a sigh of relief when he broke the steady rhythm. The relief from that respite was only moments before the first stripe was laid across her ass. Remi wailed into the tape.
Hoss carefully strapped her derriere five times, laying down a distinctive stripe each time. She could hear his labored breathing from the effort. Denied her ability to see him, her hearing sharpened. She thought she could detect not only the sound of physical exertion, but of increasing arousal.
She heard the belt as it landed on the bed beside her. Hoss reached up under the sweater and began to roughly play with her breasts. He kneaded and massaged the fullest part before focusing on her areola and nipples. The tugging and rolling of the last bordered on painful, but she didn’t care. Anything and everything that inflamed him only meant he was that much closer to grasping her by the hips, steadying her before shoving his cock as far up into her pussy as possible... and she longed for him to do so.
She screamed in frustration, at least as much as the duct tape secured over her mouth would let her, when his hands left her body. The darkness that had been created by the sweater was suddenly no more as it was rolled all the way over her head. The tape was ripped from across her mouth and she yowled.
“As effective as that was to keep you from mouthing off, I think I prefer hearing your response to getting your cute little butt spanked and then welted. I know for damn sure, I like hearing all the noises you make when I’m rutting you... makes me all the hornier.”
“Morgan, can you shut up and just fuck me already?”
“I gotta hand it to you, Remi; most girls who just got disciplined would be pleading for forgiveness and promising to behave. But not you. You just want to get laid. But then, I’m not sure I’ve ever known a girl that got as wet as you do when I laid into her. Truth to tell, it was always your ass I thought of when I was spanking another women... yours was the ass I always wanted it to be.”
She couldn’t help the sharp intake of breath that escaped her.
“Romantic bastard,” she chided, letting her feelings for him starting to peek through.
“Don’t you worry, now that you’re mine, I won’t have to imagine anything or need any other women.”
She shook her head as he rubbed her flank soothingly, although when he made contact with the welts, she cringed.
“You may be wondering why I brought the sweater all the way up and over your head. That’s because I wanted to watch you get your butt plug ready for use. I know I told you if you weren’t careful, I’d put a plug in your cute little bottom hole and some ginger up your pussy. But since I plan to fuck your pussy, I don’t want any ginger up there.”
Remi started to protest, but Hoss silenced her by shoving the butt plug in her mouth.
“I’d get it good and wet if I were you, Remi, because it’s going from your mouth to your bottom hole. I plan to use all that slick in your cunt for my cock.”
Hoss began moving the butt plug in and out of her mouth. The twisted design made it difficult to simply apply saliva to get it really wet. Remi knew she wanted it very well lubricated as she had no doubt he planned to use it just as he said. The worst part was she wanted him to. She licked all around the twisted coils ensuring that she had managed to coat the entire plug.
Remi found it difficult to focus on the task at hand as Hoss used his other hand to continually play with her nipples. He alternated between rolling them between his thumb and forefinger and pinching them. Occasionally, his hand strayed to give her clit the same treatment. Duct taped to the bed as she was, Remi
found it difficult to get out of position.
“That ought to do it, Remi,” Hoss said as he moved behind her. He parted her ass cheeks with one meaty paw and held the plug up against her rear passage. “Easy, babe, it’s not nearly as big as my cock, which is why I got the one with the spirals.”
He pressed the tip against her tight ring of muscle and began to put it inside her.
“Morgan, you’ve made your point. Can’t you just mount me?”
“Don’t you fret; soon as I get this seated in your bottom hole, I’m going to mount you and give you a good ramming. I just think having your bottom plugged may bring home the message about who’s in charge.”
She felt the twisted cylinder push past her dark entrance. Her rear passage seemed to offer little resistance to his invasion. The feeling, as when he’d fucked her there, was not completely unpleasant and any discomfort was quickly replaced with an unwelcome feeling of pleasure and need. He gently stroked her with the butt plug until her body began its hedonistic response. Remi couldn’t suppress the moan of pure pleasure that escaped her and hung her head as he chuckled. Before her body could claim its climactic prize, Hoss pushed the plug to its hilt and left it there. Both hands grasped her hips, pulling her to him as he kicked her feet apart.
Hoss’ cock was rampant in its need and readiness. Holding her steady, he gave one savage thrust, driving the head of his staff all the way to the end of her sheath.
“Jesus,” he called as her body seemed to lose any resistance to his dominance.
Hoss began pistoning his hips back and forth, thrusting his cock in and out of her with a determined speed and strength. The remaining rational part of her mind knew she should feel violated and shouldn’t feel any pleasure at his treatment, but it was no longer that part of her brain that ruled. She gave herself the excuse that Hoss, not she, was in complete and total control. He was dominant, she was not. What rankled was that she didn’t care. All she cared about, at least in this one moment, was the incredible amount of pleasure she was deriving from his use of her.
The spanking and then use of his belt, being forced to lubricate a twisted plug that he used in her bottom hole, and then his powerful mounting should have made her fight him with a ferocity she rarely acknowledged, much less exhibited. The feel of his cock as he hammered her pussy was all that mattered. As much pleasure as he was taking from her was being given to her in return whether he intended that or not. Had his declaration meant that she was his only for the moment or did he foresee a future for them together... something Remi had fantasized about for years. If he had imagined spanking her, she had always imagined it was Hoss’ hands that connected with her in her fantasies and dreams.
With the exception of the expletive he had uttered when he’d driven his cock balls deep into her, he pummeled her pussy silently, making her come several times in rapid succession. Having her bottom hole filled with the plug increased the feelings of fullness she’d experienced each time Hoss had mounted her. She was also being subjected to a unique feeling of submissiveness she had never felt before. She told herself that it was unwelcome and was caused only by the plug, but she knew that wasn’t true. She feared it was the piece that had always been missing from her past relationships and could only be provided by this man.
As he continued to drive into her pussy, it spasmed in response, squeezing and releasing all along the length of the rod that consumed her thoughts. It became more and more difficult to do anything but be consumed by her ravenous need for him. As another orgasm approached, her breathing became more rapid and arrhythmic. The amount of impending rapture was more than she could fathom. When had she become a slave to his lust, or for that matter, to her own?
All of Remi’s muscles began to contract—from the curling of her toes to the trembling throughout her entire body—signaling her impending climax. The very thought of it should have terrified her, and yet, what she felt was a calm acceptance that this was the way it was always meant to be. Well, maybe not duct-taped to a bedpost with a welted ass and a butt plug shoved up inside her but accepting this man’s dominance over her body and soul.
Her reverie and musings were interrupted as Hoss gave a vicious thrust, sending her over the edge and resulting in her cry of wild abandon. Her pussy contracted as he began to pump his semen into her, draining his cock, relishing every bit of pleasure as he held her, groaning in ultimate male satisfaction as he did so.
* * *
Hoss hadn’t meant for it to happen that way. His plan had been to spank, welt, and plug her and then fuck her hard and fast to get himself off with little regard for her pleasure. The problem was that he took almost as much pleasure from her climaxes as he did his own. He had finally accepted the fact that he had never really gotten over Remington Caulder. She’d taken dead aim at him when they were kids and had shot him straight through the heart. He wasn’t sure where they’d end up or how they’d get there, but Hoss had decided he would never give her up even if that meant he had to keep her duct-taped to the bed.
He felt the last of his cum spurt deep inside her. He groaned from the exquisite combined sensations of her welted ass being snug up against his pelvis, her pussy as it continued to tremble in the aftermath, and the peace from the certain belief that she belonged to him and that he would keep her safe.
Leaning forward, Hoss kissed her shoulder as he released her hip and brought the knife from the bed to slice through the duct tape. He stepped back as he withdrew from her and turned her toward him, removing the sweater altogether. He pulled her into his arms and took her mouth in a kiss that was both tender and possessive. He was still angry at what she’d done, but she needed to start learning that once he’d punished her, all was forgiven.
At first, she offered a token resistance, but that melted away as he continued to assault her senses with the intensity of his kiss. Hoss lifted her in his arms and sat down on the edge of the bed, bringing her into his lap and holding her close. He felt her tears as they began to fall without a sound. He said nothing but rocked her in his arms.
“You ever run off from me again or put yourself in danger and I will put ginger up your pussy after I spank you and while I make you wear your butt plug. Then I’ll put on a condom and cause enough friction in your snatch to really make it burn. You understand me?” he growled.
She nodded. He wasn’t sure if a condom would really protect him from the effects of the ginger, but he suspected she didn’t know that. Once she’d quieted, he helped her to stand and led her to the corner of her bedroom.
“I need to call the boys and let them know you’re safe and sound. Then you and I are going to talk. Between now and when I get done, you’re going to stand in this corner with your bright red ass and welts on display and with your legs wide enough apart that I can see the plug and your gaping pussy.”
“Aren’t you going to take this thing out of my bottom?” she asked softly.
He shook his head and smiled ruefully. “Not yet. I think it needs to stay put until you’re ready to talk about things. If you do anything that makes me think that having it there might be conducive to getting the truth from you, or that you didn’t learn your lesson, you’ll still be wearing it when I sit you back on my cock. Get in the corner, Remi.”
He watched the struggle to obey him play out across her face. He was far more pleased than he should have been when she chose to face the corner and put herself in position.
“That’s my good girl,” he crooned in her ear as he caressed her body before walking back to her vanity, picking up his cell and calling in.
Chapter Twelve
“Hoss? I take it she’s with you?”
“Yep. And I do believe we’ve made some progress in the relationship status department. In any event she’s standing in the corner right now with a fresh set of welts contemplating the error of her ways.”
“As long as you guys are safe, do you think we can put together a conference call in about an hour with Adam and your girl as well?�
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“Sure. That’ll give us some time to get a few things straightened out.”
Hoss hung up and was pleased when he turned back to her that she was standing exactly as he’d instructed. He wondered if she had any idea at all how incredibly sexy she looked.
“Remi?” he called.
“Yes, Morgan?” she answered without turning around.
He crossed back to her. Hoss stroked her, lightly skimming her body with his hands and marveling that she was quivering with renewed response. He grinned. He was beginning to believe that perhaps he’d been given a second chance at a life with her. There were still things they needed to resolve, the most pressing of which was ensuring that she understood what she’d agreed to earlier—that she obey him—and the second being who had murdered Becca in order to clear Remi’s name.
“You going to behave? Or am I going to have to get more creative in how I discipline you?”
Hoss smiled as his cock began to respond to her close proximity. He embraced her from behind, smiling as she winced when her welted bottom came into contact with his groin, but didn’t move away. He wrapped his arms around her body, bringing his hands up to cup her breasts and fondle them. Remi moaned blissfully and pushed back into his body, seemingly wanting to be closer to him.
“No, Morgan. I’ll try to behave better, and I won’t run off again. I just needed some space to keep from being overwhelmed—the murder, the threats, seeing you again, and you disciplining and fucking me the way you did was just more than I could take.”
He kept one hand in place and played with her nipples while the other hand slid down to caress her mons. As he circled her clit with his finger, she undulated against him.
“If you misbehave in front of others, they will know of your discipline one way or another, especially if it’s my men. I’m their leader. How can they expect me to lead if my own woman doesn’t respect me enough to follow?” he asked quietly.
