by Vanessa Vale
“Look. I just need money.”
Garrison's hand gripped my arm. “How much?”
“One hundred dollars.”
Grant reached into his pocket, pulled out some bills, grabbed the money that was on the table where I'd been sitting and handed it to the man. “There. Take the fucking money. Are you done with my wife now?”
I was able to lean around and see Mr. Crumb. He was sweating and gripped the money Garrison had given him tightly. He nodded and took a step back.
“I ought to kill you for this,” Garrison murmured.
“No, don't!” I cried.
Garrison' turned his cold and narrowed eyes to me. I stepped back but he reached out and gripped my arm again. “Why? Do you love him?”
Oh God, I'd hurt Garrison so deeply that he thought that I loved another. He doubted my love for him because I'd never told him.
“No! No, I love you.” My eyes welled with tears. “His wife. They're holding his wife.”
Garrison looked to Mr. Crumb. “So you use my wife to save yours?” He moved quickly and punched the man in the face.
“Garrison!” I shook my head and grabbed him, made him turn to me. “No! He used me to save you.”
He frowned. “Me?”
“I have a gambling debt,” Mr. Crumb said, holding a hand over his nose. Blood oozed from between his fingers. “A debt that could be repaid by killing you. To ensure I hold up my end of the bargain, they've threatened my wife. If I don't kill you, or repay the money, they'll kill my wife. I'm not a killer and I don't want blood on my hands. I saw your wife. She's good at Poker. She could win back the money faster than I ever could. You wouldn't have to die and I can save my wife.”
“I should kill you for using my woman like this.” Garrison took a step closer. This time, the man held his ground, was ready to take whatever Garrison would mete.
“What lengths would you go to save your wife?” Mr. Crumb asked, his voice now rough with emotion.
Garrison was quiet for a minute considering. “Who is it? I want to know who the fucker is that will hold a woman as collateral.”
“Pringle.”
I remembered him from the restaurant in Carver Junction.
“You have your money now,” I said to Mr. Crumb. “It's over.”
Garrison shook his head. “It's not over. Pringle wants me dead. If he doesn't do it—” he indicated with his chin toward Mr. Crumb, “—someone else will. As for you, get the fuck out of my sight. If I ever see you again, even walking down the street, I'll kill you for using my wife in such a scheme.”
The man nodded and left, his steps beating a fast retreat.
Garrison looked down at me. “Now, sugarplum, it seems we have some unfinished business. I want to know if I'm dragging Opal Banks or Dahlia Lee back to the hotel room to spank and fuck.”
CHAPTER TEN
GARRISON
“Strip.”
My words had Dahlia spinning on her heel to face me. We were back in the hotel room, alone. The threat that bastard, Crumb, had over my wife was gone. He had his money and could return to Pringle and hopefully get the hell out of town. If he were smart, he'd take his wife and start a new life… far, far away from any saloon.
He wasn't my problem. The woman before me, my wife, most certainly was.
“Garrison,” she protested.
“Strip,” I repeated, my voice deep. She knew that tone, knew I was serious and she needed to obey.
With shaky fingers, she undid the buttons of her dress as I watched. I observed silently and with a simmering anger until she was completely bare. I moved to sit on the side of the bed.
“Over my lap.”
With apprehension in her eyes, she did as I bid, positioning herself so her hands were on the floor by her head, her toes just touching on the other side.
When I ran my palm over one lush ass cheek she stiffened.
“Did you or did you not play Poker when I expressly told you not to?”
“Garrison, I—”
Spank.
“That's a yes or no answer, Dahlia.”
She fidgeted, for I was not being gentle. “Yes.”
I spanked her once, twice more. My handprint rose quickly and in a very bright pink on three separate spots across her ass.
“Did you go off with a man, a stranger, who threatened you instead of coming to me?”
“He was going to kill you!”
Spank.
“That was another yes or no answer.”
“Yes!”
I spanked her again several times in rapid succession. She gasped at each one, but by the last a sob tore free. I felt her body quake as she cried. This was what I wanted, to get to the real Dahlia, to see her real emotions.
“Do you have any idea what I thought when I saw your note? Your ring?”
“Yes,” she cried.
I spanked her again, then again. Just having her across my lap knowing she was safe had me spanking her once more.
“What did I think, Dahlia?”
“That I left you. That you'd think I didn't love you.”
I placed my hand on her hot flesh and she stiffened, then relaxed. Grabbing her hips, I lifted her up so she stood before me between my open legs. Her teary eyes were level with mine, her breasts pressing against my shirt.
“I love you, Garrison. I'm sorry I didn't say it sooner, but I do. I have. I knew you'd think the worst, that you'd hate me, but I'd rather you be alive and mad then dead.”
I'd longed to hear her say those words to me and in this moment, I didn't doubt them.
“You are the most irrational, illogical and harebrained woman I have ever met.”
Tears dripped down her cheeks and she glanced down. I tipped up her chin.
“But you are also the bravest and most loving as well.”
Her eyes widened as she assimilated my words.
“I thought you'd left me, just as my mother had, that you chose the city life instead of me. Instead of running off, my mother killed herself.”
Her pretty pink lips parted. She would have been too young to remember my mother, but she'd known my father. Knew the bitter, miserable man he'd become after her death. “Garrison, I… God, I'm so sorry!”
I pulled her into my shoulder and allowed her to cry, my shirt becoming quickly damp with her tears. When they finally subsided into sniffles, I pushed her back so I could look at her. “Why didn't you come to me?”
“Because he was going to kill you!”
“Your protectiveness if very appealing, but I can easily keep both of us safe from the likes of Crumb.”
“It's over now,” she replied.
I shook my head. “That man was like you, desperate to protect a loved one, but not thinking clearly. He was lucky I didn't kill him for what he did to you.”
“He didn't hurt me, Garrison. He didn't even touch me.”
That was irrelevant. “What man pulls a woman in to do his dirty work? What man forces a woman to leave her husband? Just because he's already ten miles out of Cheyenne doesn't mean the danger's not over. If Pringle wants me dead, he'll keep trying.”
“I… I didn't think of that,” she replied, her voice laced with worry. “What are we going to do?”
“We are going to do nothing. I will take care of it, of Pringle, when we get home. Do you trust me to do that?”
“Yes, Garrison.”
“Good. Now tell me, why the hell did you leave your ring behind?”
She looked down, licked her lips, then met my gaze. Her eyes had a wary look. “You didn't want me to play Poker anymore. I knew you'd think I left you, that I chose Cheyenne over you. Poker and gambling over you. I knew you wouldn't want me anymore.”
I flipped her back over my legs, settling her in the same position I had for spanking her ass.
“Garrison, no! Please, I said I was sorry!”
Her ass was red still and probably smarted something fierce. When I cupped her hot skin, she flinched again, but I
did not spank her. Instead, I nudged her legs apart with my foot and slipped my hand in between to cup her pussy. It was as hot as her ass, but wet. She hissed out a breath at the contact.
“I'm not going to spank you, sugarplum. I'm going to fuck you. I'm going to fuck you until you know I will always want you, that I will never leave you. Never give you up. Since you don't know that by now, after all the times I've taken you since Carver Junction, I'll have to step up my attention.”
I stroked over her slick folds, dipped into her pussy with two fingers and felt her wet and creamy with my seed from the night before. My seed remained within, even after all these hours. Coating the digits thoroughly I let them slip out, the circle her clit before moving back to her pretty little asshole. The furled opening tightened as I slicked it with her essence.
“Garrison!” she cried, her hips shifting and lifting into my fingers.
I did spank her then, a light swat to still her.
“You are mine, Dahlia. Your pussy, your mouth, your ass.”
Because of playing with her there, filling her with various sized plugs, she flowered open for me easily, first one finger and then two, stretching and accepting me beyond my imaginings. My cock pulsed against her belly, ready to take my fingers' place.
“Oh God, I'm so full,” she moaned, her body now pliant over my thighs as if she'd given herself over to me to do as I wished.
“Not yet, sugarplum, but soon enough.”
I continued to finger fuck her, to stretch her open. I reached for and grabbed the small jar of lubricant I used with her plugs and worked some into her. Deeper and deeper my fingers went until a wet slurping sound along with her cries of pleasure filled the room. Her pussy was wet, so wet that it dripped down from her thighs and onto my pants. I could see every perfect inch of her stretched ass, her pink pussy, her hard little clit.
“I haven't shaved you yet. After I claim your ass, I'll get your pussy nice and bare. You're mine, sugarplum, to have and to use as I want and you're going to love it.”
“Yes,” she gasped.
With my fingers still deep within her back entrance, I brought her back to standing, but facing away from me. With one hand on her back, I pushed her forward slightly so I could continue to work her, her ring of muscle continuing to clench down and squeeze. I knew she was going to be so tight that I knew I wouldn't last long once I got balls deep in her. From this position, I watched as her breasts swayed, her nipples tighten.
With my free hand, I tugged open my pants and freed my cock. Carefully pulling my fingers from of her, I collected more lubricant and liberally coated my cock. Dahlia began to turn around but I stayed her with a hand on her hip and my voice. “Don't turn around. Sit on my lap.” I pulled her back and down, her thighs on mine. I held my slick cock in one hand and shifted her, moved her so that it aligned perfectly with her ass. She'd closed up tightly once again, but as I pulled her back toward me, my broad head pressed against that tight opening.
“Press back, sugarplum. I've got the perfect view of you fucking yourself down onto my cock. Take a deep breath, let it out and push back. Good girl. Oh look how you're stretching for my big cock head.”
She groaned as I helped her lower down, using my hand to pull her onto me. Wider and wider that pale skin stretched until all of a sudden I slipped through. Seeing the top of my cock embedded inside her was such an erotic sight, I almost came. The feel of her clenching and trying to expel me had my balls drawing up. We were both panting, Dahlia's skin was slick with sweat. I gently circled around my cock at the tender flesh, soothing it, adding lubricant to it as I thrust my hips up just a touch for her to take a bit more of me.
“That's it, sugarplum. Feel that? It's time for you to take me into you. It's your job to fill your ass with my cock. Sit down all the way. Get your thighs onto mine and I'll be all the way in. Yes, good girl. More. Now back up a bit, good, now down. Oh, yes. God, that's so good.”
I wasn't going to last. She was so tight, so perfect that I could feel my pleasure tingling at the base of my spine. Slowly but surely, she took me all the way in until she'd done just as I'd instructed and she sat in my lap, thigh to thigh.
Sweat dripped from my brow and I clenched my teeth at the intense need to rut, to fuck her and take her hard. “Now ride me.”
“Garrison, it's, I'm… oh.” The groan that escaped came from deep in her chest, a primitive sound that had me gripping her hip.
“Move, Dahlia. Make yourself come because you're going to make me fill you with my seed.”
She began to lift and lower and she learned the dark decadence of a good ass fuck. Her nipples tightened and her skin flushed pink as she began to ride me, her breasts bouncing with her movements.
I wasn't going to last so I reached around and flicked her hard clit. She began to cry out, little mewls at first and then louder and deeper until I pinched her clit between two fingers, sending her over the edge. She screamed so loud I worried—through my lust filled brain—that someone would bang on the door and complain. Her ass clenched down on my cock so hard I let go, the need to come so great that I shouted, too. The pleasure spiked through me like a white-hot knife, almost blinding me in its intensity. I came, thick jets of seed shooting deep into her ass, filling her.
When her own pleasure ebbed, when her muscles stopped clenching me in a strangle hold, when she sank down onto me completely and her head dropped forward, I carefully lifted her off me, my cock slipping out with an audible pop. My seed seeped out directly after. I stroked up and down her back, kissed the little bumps of her spine before I picked her up and laid her out on the bed.
She was soft and pliant… and silent. It seemed the only way I could get her to submit completely was to fuck her and do it well. By the look of her, all flushed and sweaty and limp, she was well satisfied, that ass fucking was something that she enjoyed. Hell, she'd screamed.
Going to the washbasin, I wet a cloth and cleaned my cock thoroughly. With a well-fucked look on her face, she watched me. I'd only opened my pants to free my cock; otherwise I was fully dressed. After I washed myself, I stripped off my clothes, wet a second cloth and climbed on the bed. Grabbing one of her ankles, I spread her legs and cleaned her as well, doing it slowly and gently. I leaned down and kissed her scarred side, then met her eyes. I stroked over her clit with the cloth.
“Whose pussy is this?”
“Yours,” she whispered, her back arching.
“And who am I?” I didn't look at her face but gazed at her pussy.
“My husband.”
Stepping back, I collected my razor and other supplies and a clean cloth to shave her bare. She didn't close her legs, her modesty fucked completely from her.
“That's right. I'm your husband. I'm the one that fucks you. I'm the one that protects you. I'm the one that gives you your pleasure or spanks your ass. I'm the one who loves you.”
CHAPTER ELEVEN
DAHLIA
Our trip home was different. I was different. While I worried about Mr. Pringle and his plan to harm Garrison, I had to trust that he would tend to the problem. I no longer dreamed about moving to the city. I only wanted to be with Garrison, for where he was, I belonged. I realized I shouldn't have been searching, for I'd just been waiting for Garrison. I'd been adrift and lost until he'd married me. I loved that he was bossy and demanding. Once I relented my control to him, let him be the man I loved, I'd found a happiness I'd never known before. I wasn't even contrary with him, except when I wanted a spanking.
Garrison was more relaxed as well, perhaps relinquishing the fear that I would choose Cheyenne over him. With this, he actually became more imposing, more controlling… and I loved it. While I chose my own clothes, he was adamant still about no drawers. Every morning I parted my legs for him and he inspected my pussy, ensuring that it was completely bare of any hair, for we both loved the sensitivity of my skin that way. He also slipped a finger inside me, either my pussy or my ass or both, to feel his seed within. It alwa
ys got him hard and he always took me again.
This was the kind of control I savored, that I submitted to willingly. Had I known I would submit to Garrison in anything before I married him, I probably would have fled to Cheyenne on my own. But now, riding in the stage on the last leg of our journey, our new horse tethered to the back, I reveled in his command.
“Lift your skirt and show me my pussy.”
Sitting across from him, I did as he bid, pulling the long hem up to my waist. I knew what he wanted next, for this was not the first time he'd demanded this. I slid down lower in my seat and put my feet on his knees. He widened them, which only presented me to his gaze. I bit my lip and waited for his next instruction.
“Who knew you'd be so biddable?” he asked, one eyebrow arched. He smiled and my breath caught in my throat at the sight of him. So handsome, so virile and so…. mine.
He pulled a plug from his pocket. My body heated and softened knowing he'd put it there just for this moment. While he'd trained my ass for his cock quite thoroughly, I hadn't known what it would be like to have his cock deep in me. Now I did and my pussy dripped in anticipation of just playing. I knew a plug was always a precursor to a good ass fucking.
“I can see my seed still dripping from your pussy. I either was overly copious or I took you too many times last night.”
I shook my head. “Neither. I love feeling you in me, on my thighs.”
He groaned and handed me the plug. “Get it nice and slick with all that seed, then work it into that tight ass of yours. You'll ride the rest of the way just like this so I can look at how beautiful you are.”
“How long will the plug remain in?” I asked.
He cocked his head to the side. “Do you need your ass fucked now, sugarplum?” He tsked me. “So insatiable.”
I slipped the hard object into my pussy, getting it nice and slick before moving it lower to my bottom. I loved the feel of my ass being opened, with Garrison so deep inside of me. I'd had no idea I'd find such pleasure in it, that I liked the hint of pain that went with it. Garrison had known.
