THE COWBOY'S RULES: 3: THE SURPRISE (Cowboys After Dark Book 6)

by Maggie Carpenter

  “But she’s got her caterin’,” Chad argued.

  “Hey, Chad, it’s two days. You need to chew on a piece of straw for a bit.”

  The comment made them both laugh.

  When Chad had first hired Marty and they were doing everything themselves, if they became too frazzled Marty would grab a piece of straw, hand it to Chad and say, “Sit and chew on this for a bit.” Chad would roll his eyes, but he’d always surrendered and taken the straw, then the two of them would sit down wherever they were and have a break. Sometimes they talked, and sometimes they just gazed at the horses.

  “You know what, Marty, that’s about the smartest thing I’ve heard in a long time,” Chad sighed. “I’ll see you in the mornin’.”

  While Chad had stayed at the kitchen table as he’d made his calls, Cassie had slipped away to their bedroom to make some calls of her own.

  Mickey had chosen to go with her, laying next to her on the bed as she’d finalized her plans, but when they heard Chad walking down the hallway, Mickey leapt off the bed and trotted to his mat in front of the fireplace, and Cassie hurriedly tried to straighten out the bedspread.

  “Nice try,” Chad remarked as he ambled in, a wry grin on his face.

  “Huh?” she mumbled, looking up at him innocently.

  “I expect you to be willful, but you’re corruptin’ my dog,” he declared, sitting on the bed next to where Mickey had been laying.

  “What,” she frowned, “what are you talking about?”

  “Don’t be makin’ it worse by lyin’ to me,” he warned raising his one eyebrow, the one that meant the jig was up.

  “Corrupting your dog? That’s impossible. Mickey is incorruptible,” she quipped.

  “So these dog hairs, and this warm patch came from where exactly?”

  “Oh, Chad,” she smiled, leaning forward and wrapping her arms around his neck, “it doesn’t matter. Mickey is our hero, he should be allowed anywhere he wants to be.”

  “Yep, he’s our hero, but he rolls in the dirt, not to mention a manure pile if he can find one. You might be okay with him layin’ on the bed after that, but it doesn’t exactly work for me,” he said sternly, “and you,” he continued, abruptly grabbing her wrists and yanking over his knee, “are encouraging him.”

  His hand landed with a loud swat, and continued spanking as scolded her.

  “I told you I wasn’t gonna neglect you anymore, so I’ve gotta smack your butt, Cassie Davidson. You know you’re not supposed to be up at that job site, right?”

  “Yes, right, ouch, ouch, Chad I, ouch…”

  Though still dressed in her jeans and shirt, his hand was landing hard enough to make an impact, and she wriggled in a vain attempt to avoid the slaps.

  “Shush. You broke the rule, you get the spankin’, that’s how it works, you know that too, right?”

  “Yes, I do, but, ouch…”

  “And Mickey on the bed, I’ve been lettin’ it slide, and that rule’s been broken how many times?” he asked, his hand not missing a beat.

  “I don’t know, owwww,”

  “Take a guess.”

  “Half-a-dozen, maybe,” she wailed. “I’ll keep him off, I promise.”

  “I’ll bet it’s more than half-a-dozen, but I’ll make these six count, and that’ll be that, but if I catch him-”

  “You won’t, I swear,” she swore, wriggling on his lap. “Please, my ass is still sore from this morning.”

  “You should’ve thought about that before you broke the rules, no use complainin’ afterwards,” he declared. “Six of the best on your naked butt. Get on up and take off your jeans and panties.

  Crawling off his lap she stood in front of him, and face flushing she unzipped her jeans, and began to push them and her underwear down her legs.

  “Leave them around your ankles. It’ll stop you kickin’,” he ordered.

  Leaving them where they fell, she stood in front of him waiting for further instructions.

  “That’s somethin’ I guess,” he remarked. “You’re rememberin’ to stand there like a good girl until I decide what to do with you.”

  “You said six of the best,” she quipped.

  “I think the rule is, you stand there and wait, still and quiet.”

  “Sorry, it’s been a while.”

  “Too long, it seems,” he frowned. “I guess it’s gonna be ten, and maybe somethin’ a little extra. Lay over the bed. I’ll be back.”

  Cassie felt a wave of submission, and as she laid over the sheets, the smell of Mickey filling her nostrils, she sighed heavily.

  He’s right, it doesn’t smell particularly good. Oh, shit, I’m such an idiot, I always have Mickey next to me on Chad’s side of the bed. Oh, good grief. Duh. No wonder he knew.

  She could hear Chad rustling around in his closet, and knew he was rummaging in his bag of wicked tricks.

  How great is this? Things are getting back to normal.

  “All right, young lady,” he said firmly as he walked back towards her, “let’s see if I can make an impression. Rules are to be kept, right?”

  “Yes, Sir,” she murmured, and closing her eyes she smiled happily.

  CHAPTER SIX

  “Things have been a bit haywire around here lately,” he began, his hand caressing her red bottom as he sat on the edge of the bed. “I’ve already started takin’ things in hand, like hiring Eddie, makin’ sure Dan Michaels knows what’s what, tellin’ Peter to get off his ass and earn his big-time salary, but you, Sassy Cassie…I thought you were all squared away this mornin’. I guess I was wrong. It’s real clear you need more remindin’.”

  “I don’t, honest, I was-”

  “But you do. You can argue all you want, but I made it real clear, Mickey’s not allowed on the dang bed, and what did you do? Huh? Tell me.”

  “Okay, you’re right,” she confessed. “I did, I invited him up, but I just now realized I always have him-”

  “Always? What do you mean always?” he interrupted.

  “I mean, when I do have him with me on the bed, he’s next to me on your side, and that’s why it bothers you, and I’m sorry.”

  “Cassie, do realize what you’re sayin?” he frowned. “It’s not about where he is on the bed. Lordy girl, the dog is not allowed on the bed, period,” he exclaimed, and raising his hand he let it fly with a fierce smack. “Got it?”

  “OW, OW, yes, sorry, I’ve got it,” she wailed.

  “Repeat after me,” she said, swatting her again, “Mickey is not allowed on the bed.”

  “Owww, Mickey is n,not allowed on the bed,” she stammered.

  Delivering a fast volley of smacks to underscore the moment sent her gasping and squealing, but it stopped as abruptly as it had begun.

  “Any questions about that rule?” he asked.

  “No, Sir,” she gasped.

  “You want Mickey near you when you’re here, you pull his rug on the floor next to your side of the bed. Tomorrow you’re gonna take this bedspread to the cleaners, and bring in the one from the guest room.”

  “Um…”

  “Now what?”

  “I, uh, sometimes I go in there and sketch because the light is really good, and I open up the patio doors and-”

  “Are you gettin’ to the place where you tell me you’ve had him on that bed too?”

  “Um, kind of,” she squeaked.

  His hand started up again, delivering several more stinging blows.

  “You are a very willful, bad girl, Sassy Cassie. You’ll take them both into the cleaners, and pull out the blankets from the linen closet. They’ll have to do until we get those bedspreads back.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Standing up he moved across to Mickey laying on his rug, and kneeling down he lifted the dog’s head and stared into his eyes.

  “You and me and Bailey are goin’ back in the show ring,” he said.

  At the word Bailey, Mickey’s eyes came alive, and he began panting excitedly.

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�You’ve gotta get back in trainin’,” Chad continued. “That mean’s you’ve gotta mind. You hear me?”

  Mickey sat up, barked and lifted his paw.

  “As for you,” he said, walking back to Cassie, “your bottom’s real red and I’ll bet it’s stingin’.”

  “Yes, Sir,” she replied, wishing he’d rub away the soreness.

  “The rules are the rules, right?”

  “Yes, Sir, the rules are the rules.”

  “I’m gonna give you somethin’ extra to think about for a while, just to make sure of it,” he declared, and picked up the lube and butt plug he’d left on the side of the bed. “Hands behind you, spread for me.”

  Groaning, Cassie did as she was told, the heat of humiliation washing over her, and as he touched the lubed intruder against her puckered back hole, she squeezed her eyes shut.

  “That’s it, take it like a good girl, a girl who obeys the rules, a girl who doesn’t have to be spanked twice in one day. You know I’ll spank you three times if I have to, you know that, right?”

  “Yes, Sir,” she gasped, feeling the plug push its way in.

  “There, now you just lay there a while and think about things. I’m goin’ to my office, gonna start takin’ care of the loose ends so I can get away without stressin’ too much.”

  He patted her bottom, fondled it for a moment, then headed into the hallway.

  Cassie’s cheeks were burning, and taking a deep breath she sank into the mattress.

  Man, I wasn’t just feeling neglected, I was feeling completely restless. I already feel calmer. It’s like some kind of weird therapy. He’s coming back to me, my Chad is coming back. This weekend away is going to be so good for him, for both of us. I just hope he’ll be okay with what I’m doing.

  In his office Chad was going through the many papers stacked up in their various piles, and as he often did when he was alone, he began muttering to himself.

  “The department stores I had were enough. Why did I let myself get talked into expandin’? Maybe I should pull the plug and go back to the way things were. It was manageable, just barely, but it was. If I shut it down I’ll take a loss but I can handle it. I’m gonna think about this. Maybe I’ll do less clinics next summer. Damn, maybe I won’t do any, maybe I’ll let Marty do ‘em.”

  Sighing heavily, but feeling relief at just the thought of slowing down, he headed back to the bedroom. When he walked in and saw Cassie’s crimson moons staring back at him, the flange of the butt plug clearly visible, he felt his cock spring to attention.

  “Keep your eyes closed,” he said firmly.

  Walking into the bathroom he stripped quickly, and hurrying back to her he pulled her hips from the bed.

  “You ready to be ravaged?”

  “Yes, Sir, definitely, so ready.”

  His hands were clutching her tightly, and she could feel his cock touching her entrance. He was teasing her, sliding between her lips, coating himself in her hot wetness.

  “Don’t you dare come without permission,” he said sternly.

  “No, Sir, no, I won’t.”

  Snaking slowly forward Chad closed his eyes, relishing the feel of her, and as he began to pump he silently swore he’d never let their unique intimacy slip away.

  “You feel amazing,” she muttered.

  “You do too,” he mumbled, his strokes gaining momentum. “Touch yourself, play with your clit, arch your back, let me hear you moan.”

  His instruction sparked a fresh wave of heat, and dropping on to her elbows, giving her back a natural arch, she moved her fingers against her sex.

  “Chad,” she gasped, “the dildo feels so big inside me.”

  Moving one of his hands he placed his thumb against the flange, rubbing it lightly.

  “Good, I hope it got my message through.”

  “It did,” she swore, “it truly did.”

  “Work that pussy, get yourself real hot,” he growled.

  Massaging furiously, his words tumbling through her head, it was only a short time before she could feel the shadow of her orgasm, and his thumb’s insistent presence on the butt plug was hastening its journey.

  “That’s it, that’s what I wanna hear,” he breathed as he listened to her moans.

  “It’s almost here,” she stammered, “I can feel it hovering.”

  “Take your hand away,” he said sharply.

  Letting out a groan of disappointment she moved her fingers to her inner thigh, lightly pinching her skin to take the edge off her frustration.

  “I’m gonna really fuck you now,” he warned, “you ready?”

  “Yes, Sir, please fuck me, please fuck me hard.”

  Moving his thumb from the flange of the plug he held her hips in both hands, then spreading his feet he plunged forward. His strokes weren’t as fast as they were determined, but his speed increased as he felt his cock wanting to burst.

  “Sir,” she cried, “it’s close, really close.”

  He paused, eliciting another groan of dismay.

  “You gonna behave?” he panted.

  “Yes, Sir, I will, I swear.”

  “You gonna follow the rules?”

  “Yes, Sir, all of them, please ride me, please ride me and let me come.”

  “I’ll whip your ass and keep your pussy hungry for a week if you don’t behave,” he warned, slowly stroking as he spoke.

  The threat made her even hotter, and she dropped her head on the mattress, thrusting her hips back at him.

  “I will, I’ll be so good, I’ll be the best girl ever,” she promised.

  “Fingers against your cunt, and rub.”

  He moved slowly and purposefully, and as he felt her nearing her moment he slowly withdrew the butt plug, and pulled his cock from her depths. It had been months since he’d taken her bottom, and every instinct was telling him to do just that, to reassert his ownership of her body.

  “Sir?” she squeaked.

  “Yep,” he growled, “you just keep that pussy at bay until I tell you.”

  Cassie knew what was coming and felt a sweeping need, a hunger to feel him back there, to experience the engrossing sensation of his possession. When he pressed she didn’t resist, opening for him like the proverbial flower, hearing him hiss through his teeth.

  He fucked her ass slowly for a minute or two, then gathered momentum, and began spanking her cheeks with one hand while he held her hip with the other.

  “Come for me,” he ordered, his voice a husky rasp.

  Cassie had been sitting at the edge, lightly touching herself, and rubbing furiously she set off the explosion, wailing into the mattress as the power of the all-consuming convulsions rattled through her body.

  Chad could hear her muffled cries, but in the grip of his own rocketing climax they seemed far away. His head was sparking as his cock joyously released between her cheeks, until completely drained his flaccid member slipped away and he fell next to her on the bed.

  Whimpering and exhausted, Cassie crawled up and stretched out next to him.

  “Chad,” she gasped, “where have you been?”

  “Don’t matter,” he mumbled, “your man’s back.”

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  The rest of the week Chad spent working with Bailey and Captain, getting them ready. While Bailey and Mickey were the stars, Captain’s back-up role was just as important, giving the show variety and depth. The more he worked with them, the more he realized how much he had missed it, but the heat of the summer sun hadn’t let up so he had to carefully pace the sessions.

  When he and Mickey would come home after their last session of the day, Mickey would have his supper and go directly into the bedroom where he would flop down on his bed to sleep, and Chad would doze off as he sat on the sofa after dinner drinking a cold beer.

  Cassie has been rising with Chad in the early morning hours, not just to be in his strong arms and surrender to his artful lovemaking, but because she needed to ride, and after nine-o’clock it was simply too hot. />
  The night before they were to leave, they were at the dinner table finishing off the last of the cornbread and some barbecued ribs Cassie had picked up from their favorite smokehouse in town. Cassie had been watching him, and leaning across she reached out and took his hand.

  “I’m a bit worried, you look tired. Are you up for this? The two hour drive and three performances?”

  “Yep, I am tired,” he admitted, “but it’s a different tired. The truth is I feel energized, and I can see the horses are as well, and Mickey, you should’ve seen the leap he made today. I’m tired ‘cos I need to rest, but I’m not bone tired, not like I was feelin’ a couple of weeks back.”

  Cassie could see the joyful satisfaction on his face, and picking up the empty plates she began to clear the table.

  “I think we need to have an early night,” she said. “Why don’t you go and take a shower while I do this? I’ll be in shortly.”

  “That’s a good plan,” he sighed, standing up and stretching. “I’d fall asleep on the couch anyway.”

  Smiling happily she watched his tall, powerful body lumber away. Things were falling into place, but as she finished with the dishes she couldn’t help but feel slightly worried.

  Please be thrilled with my surprise. Please, please, don’t let your masculine ego get in the way.

  Standing in the steaming shower, letting the hot water wash away the dust and grit, Chad was running through the show in his head; it was his process, and the more he imagined Bailey and Captain captivating the audience, and Mickey causing them to gasp in delight, the happier he became.

  Stepping out he toweled off, and moving into the bedroom he found Cassie in bed waiting for him. Climbing between the sheets he pulled her into his arms, relishing the feel of her body as she snuggled against him.

  “I’m really looking forward to this weekend,” she sighed. “You know Randy will only be an hour away showing with his junior riders. You never did go to his barn and give those kids some lessons like you promised.”

  “What are you askin’ me?” he chuckled, rolling on to his side and staring down at her.

  “Asking you? I’m not asking you anything,” she replied innocently. “Was there a question in what I said? I was simply stating a fact and making an observation.”