The Marshal's Little Girl
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Gage released Billy and was about to walk over to Simon when a huge form filled the doorway. The sound of a hammer clicking echoed throughout the room.
“Hands up.” Dirk’s voice was a snarl as he trained his gun on Gage. His eyes darted past Gage to where Simon was lying on the floor and then to Billy, as if trying to stupidly process what had happened. Billy, her eyes wide with fear, backed away.
“We’ve got you now, you bitch,” he said. “Simon’s been talking of nothing but settling with you.” He moved his gaze back to Gage. “And we weren’t plannin’ to kill no marshals. But if that’s what it takes to keep from dangling from a rope, then…”
He raised the gun and the sound of a blast filled the room. But it wasn’t Gage who fell. Dirk hit the floor with a scream, clutching his shattered thigh bone. As he writhed on the floor, Gage leapt forward and kicked the gun out of his hand. There was a commotion downstairs as whatever henchmen had accompanied Dirk were dispatched by the other marshals. Someone screamed and more shots were fired. The sound of footsteps filled the stairwell and two more marshals burst into the room. Gage instantly put himself between them and Billy.
“Lower your gun, Billy!” he called over his shoulder, and she instantly obeyed.
The next few moments passed in a dizzying swirl. His boss, Jake Ferguson, arrived and—already having gotten a story that Billy later learned he wasn’t ready to believe—began to realize that Wilhelmina James had just been the pawn of a powerful man. Saddlebags on horses found just outside of town contained money and even a layout of McLean, as well as telegrams passed between spies along the away and one Eddy Simon, which was the true identity of the man Billy had known for years as Simon Holloway. There was even a three-word telegram dated the day of the bank transfer. “Money picked up,” it said.
“I’m sorry I doubted you, Gage,” Jake Ferguson said. “Here I was thinking this was just a tall tale you were spinning to save a pretty girl from the gallows for bank robbery.” He took off his hat and rubbed his forehead. “If there’s any way I can make it up to you.”
“Actually there is,” Gage said, looking down at the bound man, who was now alert enough to have the good sense to be afraid. “I’d like to have a word alone with Mr. Simon.”
A few moments later, several burly marshals were carrying a moaning Dirk not-so-carefully down the stairs as another stood with Billy outside the closed door to the room. From inside came Gage’s low voice, followed by muffled cries and thuds.
“I’m guessing Marshal Chandler is a friend of yours?” The other marshal was looking curiously at Billy. From inside the room came the sound of a fist hitting someone’s face and a muffled moan.
“Something like that,” Billy said, aware that her girlish dress must raise questions. But apparently, Gage had explained the situation to their boss, and he’d been satisfied.
A few moments later, Gage emerged, wiping blood off his knuckles with a handkerchief. “He’s all yours, Jay,” he said to the other marshal, who walked in and hauled Simon out, stopping long enough in the doorway for Billy to see the mess her fiancé had made of Simon’s smug face.
“You really are a terrible person,” she said as Simon regarded her through the one eye not swollen shut.
“So, do I look good enough to go?” Gage was asking her, dragging her attention away from the man who would hang just weeks later.
“Go where?” She turned her attention to the man she loved.
“To the justice of the peace.” He pulled her to him. “Look, Billy. I know girls dream of fancy weddings and white dresses and cakes. And I promise, we can have all that later, anywhere you want. But I don’t want to wait. I want to make it official now, this very minute. I almost lost you, baby. I’m not letting that happen again.”
She threw her arms around his neck. “I’m ready,” she said, and then she let him go. “But we’ll need a witness. Wait here.” She ran back inside the room and emerged a moment later with her dolly in tow. “Think she’ll do?”
He laughed. “I think she’ll do just fine.”
Chapter Sixteen
She was the perfect combination of innocence and sensuality. No wonder his cock was hard as a fence post as he approached her. Gage pulled on its length as he eyed her. Billy, lying on the bed in a short little shift that barely covered her ass, licked her lips as he approached.
“To everyone else, you’re my wife. But who are you to me?” he growled.
“I’m your little one. I’m your Billy.”
“And who do these belong to?” Gage climbed on the bed and cupped her small but perfect breasts through the thin fabric of the shift, circling the nipples with his calloused thumbs.
“Only you,” she said.
“And who does this belong to?” He slipped his hand between her legs. “Who does this sweet, wet pussy belong to?”
She whimpered her reply. “It belongs to you.”
“That’s right. It’s mine to fuck and nibble and lick and even strap if you ever disobey.” His words were greeted with an increased tribute of moisture. He moved his finger lower, to her recently plugged ass. He twisted the flange, pulling the plug slightly out before pushing it back in.
“Who does this ass belong to?”
“It’s yours. Only yours.” She breathed the words rather than said them, her body trembling with desire as she spoke.
“That’s right. And if I want to spank you raw or fuck you there or even stick my tongue inside you…” she moaned at this, “…then you aren’t going to stop me, are you?”
Now she did look at him. “Oh, papa. I couldn’t stop you even if I wanted to. But I wouldn’t want to.”
“Damn, but you’re sweet as honey,” he said, and sat her up, lifting the shift from her body and tossing it aside. It would be the last time she’d wear clothes for the next forty-eight hours.
Gage stood and grabbed Billy by her hips, pulling her down until her bottom was resting on the edge of the bed. Kneeling between her legs, he gazed at her pussy, at the dewy petal-like inner labia peeking through the plump lips. He ran his tongue up the seam, stroking the velvety folds and stopping to apply pressure and then swirl around the clit, his persistent attention coaxing it from the hood. When he emerged, he captured it in his mouth, alternately sucking and gently worrying it with his teeth. Her hips rose from the bed, offering herself to him, and he plunged two fingers into her slick passage, working them back and forth as he continued to lave her with his tongue. Short seconds later, her pussy pulsed rhythmically on his fingers, and he lapped away the remaining cream from her silken folds before moving up to kiss her deeply on the mouth.
“I love you,” she said into his hair. “If I had only known how it could be, I’d have never run that first time.”
“You’ll never run from me again, Billy,” he said, sitting up and putting her over his lap. “You know what will happen if you do.”
She looked back at him. “I think I need you to remind me…”
Gage grinned broadly. The impudent little minx was arching like a cat in heat across his lap, asking for a spanking. If it was a spanking she wanted, it was a spanking she’d get. He began to pepper her bottom with smacks, light at first and then harder as her skin began to take on a deepening shade of pink. His intent here was not to hurt, but to arouse. This was the spanking Billy was getting for being a good girl, and she responded with moans as she writhed against his rock-hard cock.
Finally he could stand it no longer. Laying her on her back, he thrust into her pussy with one swift motion. She was so tight, the pressure of the plug in her ass only adding to the tight fit. Her head was thrashing wildly on the pillow as she came almost immediately, her pussy deliciously strangling his cock with her strong contractions. He rode her waves with a sense of euphoria, holding off his own pleasure.
He wanted to come in her ass, and it took all his control to keep from filling her with his seed as he pushed her back up to the peak.
“Not yet. Not yet. Don�
��t you come yet,” he said, and she whimpered with need. He’d never kept her from coming before. “Wait to come when I’m deep in your ass,” he continued throatily, and she moaned as he flipped her over and pulled her to her knees, spreading her legs wide.
The flange of the plug jutted from her anus. He worked it free, and reached on the bedside table for some lubricant, although his cock was plenty slick from her juices and her dusky little rosebud was still slightly agape from the plug he’d just removed. Gage had to force himself to take it slow. Even with the plugs and attention, her ass was still tight, and oh so welcoming.
“Aaaahhh,” he said as he inched in until he was up to the hilt. It amazed him that she could take it all, and he watched as her fists clenched and unclenched in the bedclothes as she rocked her hips back to meet his thrusts.
He could not hold back now. It was too much. Gage felt the tingle, stronger than ever and then the delicious pressure. He reached under her to pinch her clit.
“Come now,” he ordered, and he could feel the contractions ripple through her, causing her entire core to clench. His seed exploded into her that moment in wave after wave. They were both panting as he collapsed sideways on the bed, gently pulling her down along with him.
Billy was very quiet as they lay together.
After a moment, she turned to him.
“I think the best thing I ever did was breaking the law,” she said.
He chuckled at this. “That’s not a very nice thing to say, Billy.”
“No?” She raised herself up on her elbow and looked down at him. “If I’d refused, I’d still be stuck back at the ranch with a man who didn’t really care for me, a man who used me and hurt me. And I’d still be telling myself that was love because I wouldn’t have known any better. You’ve taught me what it is to love, Gage. I don’t ever remember having a parent, but you’ve become both a papa and a husband to me. I’m safe with you. And satisfied. And I’m happy. I’m so very happy.”
“And I’m happy, too,” Gage said, thrilling at her words. “I love taking care of you, even if it means punishing you until you are crying like a baby and begging me to stop. Although I’d rather lick and fuck you until you’re moaning like a strumpet.” They both laughed, then his expression turned serious. “But let it be known, Mrs. Billy Chandler, that your law-breaking days are over. There’s only one law now: mine. And I aim to see you follow it. You got that?”
“Oh, yes,” she said, rolling over on her back and pulling him on top of her. “And I’m going to love every moment of obeying it for the rest of my life.”
The End
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Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen