by Chloe Lang
A warm jolt shot down her spine. “Yes, Sir.”
“What state are you in?” he asked, with lust on every syllable.
“Green, Sir.”
“Good. Strip for me.”
“Yes, Sir.”
She took her time, hoping to give him a good show.
When she slipped the last piece of clothing off, he said through heavy breaths, “God, you look so amazing.”
She felt beautiful under his constant gaze.
“You’re the sexiest, most adorable woman I’ve ever seen. But you’ve been very bad.”
“I have, Sir?”
“Oh, yes. You said your safe word at the hotel to piss me off and push me away. Isn’t that true?”
She closed her eyes, remembering how she’d hurt him. “Yes, Sir. I’m so sorry.”
“I know you are, love. But you’ve got to learn to trust me. Now that you’ve heard how it can be in my family, you understand. If I had told you then, you would’ve bolted. Right?”
She said meekly, “Probably.”
“Trust is hard for you. I can tell. But I will have your trust. Believe me.”
His tone sent tingles over her skin. “Yes, Sir.”
“Get on your knees.”
She instantly obeyed, hoping to please him.
“You’ve got so much courage. I’ve never seen anything like it. You’re smart, too.”
She loved his words of adoration, and the command in his tone peeled back her layers. “Thank you, Sir.”
“There will be no more holding back from me. Understand?”
She gulped, excited to find out what he had in store for her. “Yes, Sir.”
“Your silky red hair is mine. Your sexy green eyes are mine. Your pouty lips and soft curves are mine, too. Pinch your nipples, love.”
She did, imagining it was his teeth biting down, delivering the sweet sting.
“Whose gorgeous tits are those?”
“Yours, Sir.”
“Damn right, they are. Finger your pussy, love.”
She moved her hands down to her mound, discovering how soaked she’d become in the past few minutes.
“Whose pretty cunt is that?”
“Yours, Sir.”
“Fuck, yes. That’s my pussy. Touch it, get it nice and wet.”
His dirty talk had her nipples peaking and her body shaking. She threaded her fingers against her swollen pussy’s lips. She needed him inside her in the worst way. If he didn’t take her soon, she thought she might even scream. Once he took her, he would know she was submitting to his dominance.
“What state?”
“Green, Sir.”
“Get my hot little mouth over here, love. But stay on your knees.”
“Yes, Sir.” She shuffled her way to him as instructed.
“Closer. That’s it. I want my cock sucked on right now.”
She nodded and swallowed the head of his dick.
“Ah, yes. That’s the ticket. Suck me good, love. I won’t reduce your punishment you deserve, but you will please me.”
She went up and down his shaft until her jaw began to ache.
“Yes. I love getting head from you.” He touched her shoulder, and she felt her cheeks warm. “Keep going. Excellent.”
“Mmm.” She loved earning his praise. Emboldened, she doubled her effort and cupped his balls.
“That’s my girl. Fuck. That feels so good.”
There was no shame here, only primal heat. This was no place for regrets.
“Yes. God, that is awesome. Keep devouring my cock, love.”
His orders made her feel more comfortable, more desired. She loved his forcefulness and hunger. Her nerve endings fired in rapid succession. Would all the waiting she’d done for Michael end up working in her favor? The Wilde brothers seemed glad she’d not been with any men prior to coming to town.
“That’s enough, love. Stop.”
She pulled her mouth off his cock and heard the popping sound at the last moment. Hunger burned inside her.
“Good girl. I’ve got to get you back to the tree.”
“Please, Sir. Yes, Sir.” She’d discovered much there, but was certain there was more to know.
Dallas nibbled on her neck, and she loved the feel of the flat of his tongue on her skin. She wanted to surrender to him. No longer did she care that they’d all lied to her. Let them continue winning her heart. Someday, she would tell him everything. Every worry. Every dream. Every secret.
“You take my breath away, love.”
She smiled. “Thank you, Sir. You take mine away, too.”
“What state?”
“Green, Sir. I’m green.”
Dallas stood up and walked next to her.
She bit her lip as he rubbed her ass. “God, I love your curves. You know what I want right now?”
“No, Sir. I don’t.”
He walked around her like a man on a mission. As he touched her chest, ass, and pussy, her body began to pulse and pulse. Dallas moved his hands back to her breasts, and then he cupped her chin. “On your feet, Jessie.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Once she was standing next to him, she felt him feather her lips with his.
Her lips quivered against his. “Mmm.”
“I want to fill up my pussy. I have condoms.” He pointed to the nightstand by the bed. “Get them.”
“Yes, Sir.” She went to the nightstand. “How many, Sir?”
“Wicked child. Let’s start with a couple, for now. If we need more, we know where they are.”
She brought the two wrapped condoms to him and held them out to him like a supplicant.
He took the packages and kissed her. A little moan escaped her lips as he glided down her sides with his hands. “I don’t have my toy box here, love. You still have to be punished before I fuck you.”
Her entire body trembled and warmed. “Okay, Sir.”
“Damn right, okay. Go find a wooden spoon in the kitchen. Once found, bring it to me. Understand?”
“Yes, Sir.” She hurried into the kitchen and found what he’d sent her for. She knelt down in front of him and held the spoon up. “This is for you, Sir.”
He didn’t answer but took it from her. Then he cupped her chin, bent down, and kissed her. She parted her lips, and his tongue swept into her. She loved his kisses. Though he had kissed her tenderly before, there was none of that here. This was more hardcore I-want-you-right-now kissing.
Desire rolled through her for more, much more.
Dallas ended the kiss. “Bend over, love. Grab your ankles.”
A shiver shot up her spine. Her nipples peaked, and her pussy dampened as she complied with his last commands. She squeezed her ankles, bracing for the first blow.
“Can you tell me why you deserve this punishment, love?”
“I didn’t trust you, Sir.”
“Right. Will you ever distrust me again?”
“Never, Sir.” The words felt true and genuine to her.
Slap.
Tears welled up from the smarts that first spank delivered.
Slap. She swallowed hard, still holding back the tears.
Slap. He never seemed to strike her the same place twice. Her bottom burned, and the tears came down. She had no desire to say her safe word. Her mind drifted into a nirvanic place. The smarts Dallas delivered to her backside eased away her guilt for hurting him. He deserved better from her. She would give it to him.
“Don’t ever push me away again, love.”
“I won’t, Sir.”
“What state?”
She felt amazing, hot, and so wanton. “Green, Sir.”
“Stand up, love.”
She released her ankles and stood.
“Let’s take this to the bedroom.”
She nodded.
“Follow me, love. Bring my pussy to me.” Dallas didn’t wait, but headed down the hall to the bedroom.
Jessie ran after her cowboy.
When she entered the be
droom, he shut the door and hoisted her up. She threw her arms around his neck. Tingles shot into her body from where his hands and arms touched her skin. Her breath caught in her chest when she saw his dangerous gaze. There was no denying him anything.
“I’m going to fill up that wet pussy with my dick. I want to brand tonight on your brain so that you never forget that you’re mine. You always will be mine, love.”
His words made her wondrously woozy. “Yes, Sir.”
Dallas tossed her to the bed then pounced on top of her. Immediately, his fingers shot to her breasts, kneading them gently. When he moved his right hand down to her pussy and circled her clit with his forefinger, her back arched away from the mattress, but before she climaxed, he stopped touching her.
“Not yet, love.”
“Y-Yes, Sir.”
“That’s my girl.” He sent a finger into her pussy, and she felt heat well up inside her. “I can’t get over how tight my pussy is.” He licked her nipples, and she touched his muscled chest with her fingertips.
His thumb hit her clit, and she yelped. “What state, love?”
“Green. Very green, Sir.”
“Good.” Dallas smiled. Then he simultaneously pinched her nipples and nibbled on her neck, setting her ablaze with want. Sensations shot through her that she couldn’t describe, but oh, boy, she could feel.
Dallas shifted down between her legs. He hit her clit with the tip of his tongue. Her pussy flooded. He moved her legs over his shoulders and continued his oral storm, marching through her folds like an army. Her heartbeats pounded faster and faster.
“Please, Sir,” she breathed.
He lifted his head. “Say my name, love.”
“Dallas. Your name is Dallas, Sir.”
“Fuck yes. Give me your sweet cream, love.” He dove back down, and she felt him devour her pussy. She felt his hands on her bottom. She fisted the sheets, hoping to hold back her climax until he gave her permission to come.
“I-I am c-close, S-Sir.”
“Come for me, love. Scream my name.”
Suddenly, he sucked on her clit, and the pleasure and ache pushed her over the edge. “Dallas! Y-Yes, Sir!”
She pounded the bed as the pulses in her pussy burned like lava. She felt like a live wire, with electrons sparking every molecule in her body. She shook from head to toe.
“I’ve got to get inside my pussy while you’re still riding that climax I gave you.”
“Oh, God.”
He donned a condom on his massive cock. She bit her lip, yearning for him to be inside her so badly she thought she might lose her mind.
Jessie felt Dallas move up her body and place the hard edge of his dick on her soaked pussy. She closed her eyes, lavishing in the quakes rocking inside her.
Dallas thrust into her, and sparks fired. It was almost too much. Almost.
“P-Please, Sir. Take what’s yours.”
“Fuck yes! Love, you’re fantastic.” He kissed her and then drilled into her pussy with abandon. She shot her hands up to his shoulders and clawed at him to not stop. Never stop. Dizzy and hot, she met every one of his thrusts by pushing up into him, welcoming his conquest.
A deluge of need she’d never known rolled through her. Now, her orgasm seemed to be picking up steam, taking her higher and higher. Waves of desire crashed frantically inside her body.
Dallas’s eyes never closed. His stare held her hostage. She moaned as he continued thrusting into her with his monstrous cock. She panted as if running a marathon.
“Say my name again.” Dallas growled.
“Dallas, Sir. You’re Dallas.”
“You’re mine, Jessie. Don’t forget. Don’t ever forget.” His breaths hit her like hot branding irons, stoking her fire inside and out.
Dallas’s strokes pounded deeper and harder, filling her up totally. Another release rumbled deep inside her.
“Fuuck!” His one syllable told her she’d done well. “Come for me, love. Can you do that for me?”
“Y-Yes, Sir.” Her body answered his command, and her womb’s spasms threatened her consciousness.
His eyes shut. “I-I’m coming.”
Jessie’s channel pulsed with such intensity she had to scream. “Yesss! Yesss! Yesss!”
Sensations shook her violently. How could she not trust this cowboy? He knew what it took to deliver such immense pleasure for her to enjoy. She needed him.
Dallas kissed her. “Thank you, love. You did great.”
She melted into him. “I’m sorry for being so mean to you back at the hotel and in the casino.”
“Shh. That’s done with. Time to move on.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Just Dallas, now, sweetheart.”
“Okay.” She touched his dimpled chin. “Dallas, I didn’t know I would ever want someone so much. I’m not sure I can be a woman like your gran was.”
Dallas kissed her forehead. “Just be yourself, Jessie. That’s all I want. That’s what we all want. You don’t worry about the Wilde way. Let us work that out for you.”
Jessie snuggled into her cowboy. “Dallas, please find a way to convince me.”
“Trust me, love.”
* * * *
Dallas woke first. He and Pappy Jack got the horses saddled. Jessie smiled broadly when she’d learned that his granddad was coming with them to the Old Mine.
It took them about two hours to get there. The gate that the teenager had climbed over was still intact. All the signs were posted.
“Looks good here. No violations that I can see.” Jessie put away her notepad in her satchel. “I’d like to take a look inside. See where the accident occurred.”
“Best to let this old miner take a look first, child. Once I deem it safe, I’ll come get you.”
She frowned.
“He’s right, Jessie.” Dallas turned to his granddad. “I’m coming with you.”
“Son, you know horses and cattle better than anyone in the state, but you’re about as green as it gets when it comes to mining. No, you stay here with sweet Jessie. I’ll be back in five minutes.” His granddad didn’t wait for an answer, and then he unlocked the gate.
“Stubborn much?” Dallas mockingly asked.
Jessie smiled. “Runs in the family, I hear.”
Pappy Jack walked through the gate and disappeared into the mine.
Dallas couldn’t resist and grabbed Jessie for a quick kiss. Her lips were soft but still swollen from their lovemaking the previous night. If his granddad hadn’t come with them, Dallas would’ve had her on the ground this very moment.
“Your grandfather will be back any minute. Don’t you think you should let me go?”
Dallas shook his head. “I’m never letting you go. Trust me.”
“I’m getting there. Why don’t we head into the mine now? I’m a mining engineer for heaven’s sakes.”
“Okay. Pappy Jack won’t like it, but—”
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Dallas pulled Jessie to the ground as the dust from the explosion poured out of the entrance of the cave.
“Pappy Jack!” Jessie screamed.
* * * *
Two people crouched behind a large boulder on a nearby hill, watching the duo at the mouth of the Old Mine.
“Fuck,” the person looking through binoculars said.
The other one asked, “What happened? Let me see.”
“You fucked it up, sweetheart.”
“Not possible. You heard the explosion.”
“Yes. But Ms. Greene wasn’t in the mine.”
“She got out? I don’t understand. I placed the dynamite like you said I should. The trip wires were undetectable.”
“Pappy Jack went in without her. Probably best that it didn’t happen. Dallas might’ve gone in with her, even though he hates mines. I think he’s got a touch of claustrophobia, but he’s too proud to admit it.”
“So, what now?”
“Don’t worry about it, kid. Apparently, I’ve got to ste
p up my game when it comes to Jessica Greene.”
Chapter Eight
“That’s about it.” Jessie sat in the waiting room in the hospital in Elko. She, Dallas, and Wilde’s sheriff were the only ones there. Her eyes were nearly swollen shut from crying.
She and Dallas had recovered a very battered and broken Pappy Jack from the mine. He was conscious, but just barely. They’d gotten him on his horse, and Dallas hopped up on the animal behind his granddad, keeping him from falling off the saddle. It took them four hours to get back to Wilde. Luckily, the mine’s physician was eating his lunch at the Horseshoe and was able to stabilize Pappy Jack until the Elko ambulance arrived. She and Dallas had followed the emergency vehicle back to the hospital in his truck.
“Thanks, Ms. Greene. If you think of anything else, just call me.” Though Sheriff Aubrey Lewis looked to be at least seventy, Jessie thought few men would be brave enough to mess with him.
“I will.”
“Have you thought about going back to DC until we solve this? I’m sure you have friends and family there that might want to make sure you’re okay.”
On the way to the hospital, Michael had called from the airport in Vegas to check on her and say goodbye. When she’d told him what had happened, he’d offered to come back. She’d thanked him but told him she was in good hands.
“Sheriff, if I leave, whoever did this wins. I’m staying put. Besides, I’ve got a job to do.” Jessie knew her investigation had been more at the back of her mind lately. She needed to change that even though she’d rather be spending more time with the Wilde brothers. Well, all but one of them anyway.
“I suppose so, but this isn’t just safety violations, Ms. Greene. We’ve just moved past your scope and into my jurisdiction. You understand that?”
“I do. If I find anything out while I’m working my investigation, I’ll let you know.”
“Make sure you do that. Please be careful and stick with this one.” He pointed at Dallas. “Or one of his brothers.”
“Like we’d let her out of our sight, Sheriff.”
The man glared at Dallas. “And if you or your brothers don’t come to me with cut brake lines or anything suspicious like that ever again, I’ll bust your heads together and throw you all in jail. Got it?”
