Rocky Mountain Ride (Rocky Mountain Bride Series Book 7)

by Lee Savino

  “You’re being so good.” He removed the stick from her mouth before positioning her over his knees. “You know why I do these things to you, darling?”

  “Why?”

  “Because they make you so very wet.” He reaffirmed his point by stroking her lower lips and feeling her shudder. “You like it. The pain, the humiliation. It takes you away to a place of pure feeling.”

  Her breathing quickened.

  “You’re safe here with me,” he whispered. “This game we play where I’m in control…You can let go. I won’t let you fall.” His fingers fluttered against her little nub until she gasped his name.

  “What’s that, my darling? You want release?” He stopped stroking her and peppered her bottom with a flurry of hard smacks, then went back to rubbing. He did that, alternating between smacks and fingering her until she whimpered and rocked over his lap.

  “Part your legs. Let me see. If you can come from this, you can come.”

  He swatted between her legs, savoring her long moan. The sensation would vibrate through her, tripping from pain to pleasure. He did it again.

  “One more,” he guessed, and gave it to her. Her body bucked as her orgasm took her. He rested his hand on her back, enjoying the sight of her in the throes of passion. When it was over, she hung limp over his legs, her hair brushing the floor. She was probably drooling.

  He soothed her with long strokes down her back and legs, caressing her hot backside. After a few minutes of touching, she shifted on his lap. He’d riled her back up, and his cock was nice and hard and ready.

  “My turn, darling,” he said. “Kneel before me.”

  Her face and chest were flushed beautifully with arousal. He traced her full lips with his thumb, smiling at the mixture of lust and defiance in her eyes. She loved his orders, and hated them.

  “Here we are, my lovely.” He presented his cock to her. “Give your master some relief.”

  She licked him up and down, then swallowed him until he spent into her mouth.

  “Now,” he growled. “It’s time for your punishment.”

  Her eyes widened.

  “Bedroom, my lovely.”

  She made a move to rise and he pointed to the floor. “Crawl.”

  *

  They reached the bedroom with her on her hands and knees. He’d taken the belt and whipped her with it, driving her before him. Francesca couldn’t believe she would let herself fall into such base acts. A few choice words from her ignoble noble and she lost all good sense, but after a long day of working her ranch and caring for her patients, it was almost a relief to grovel. The degradation was such a pure, powerful feeling, taking over her limbs, setting her free.

  She panted as she moved. The leather slapped her skin, tipping the blaze in her bottom into an inferno. Every nerve, every part of her was on fire, but not with pain. With desire.

  “Up,” he ordered and she crawled onto the bed. She flattened her chest to the quilt, offering her lower half to him. He continued with the belt, beating her bare ass, and she rocked into each slap. Somehow her mind didn’t register the sting as painful. The snap of the belt was a lover’s kiss, sharp and perfect.

  “Please.” She let her bottom sway, in the air, trying to entice him. “I need it.”

  “I don’t know if you deserve it.”

  “Please, I will be so good…”

  His hand went to tease her and she gasped against the bed. She was so close.

  He flipped her over and started lapping at her folds.

  “Oh, Sebastian,” she cried, raising her bottom off the bed, in part to keep her spanked flesh clear, and part to offer herself to him.

  He kissed her cuntpurse like it was her mouth, as if he enjoyed the juicy taste. Tremors rolled through her as she started to quicken.

  Then her husband stopped and stood, wiping his mouth.

  She writhed on the bed, fighting to reach the fading orgasm. “What are you doing?” she cried out.

  He loomed over her with a wicked smile.

  “Sebastian.” She reached for him. If he wanted her to beg, she would.

  “Time for bed, darling.”

  *

  Francesca let out a burst of Spanish. He raised a brow as if to say, “insults will not sway me.”

  She took the hint, and came to all fours on the bed, crawling closer. “Please, mi amor. I need you.”

  “You should’ve thought of that before you went wandering about. I told you you were to be punished.”

  “You spanked me!”

  “That’s not punishment. You like it.”

  “I don’t like the cane or the birch…”

  “Are you offering to go pick a birch?”

  She grimaced, but he could see she was considering it. “No darling. It’s late, and, as I said, this is punishment.”

  She sat up, frowning, hair falling in her face.

  “But, Sebastian.” She reached for his stiff dick. It didn’t make sense; he was ready for another go. This punished him as much as it did her. “I can make you feel good…”

  He stepped away. “None of that now, or I’ll tie you to the bed. You got one orgasm tonight. Now take your punishment like a good girl.”

  She huffed and slammed down onto the bed, pressing her face to a pillow. Hiding a grin, Sebastian lay down beside her, pulling her to him and tucking his long form into her back. She let him hold her.

  “If you’re good, in the morning I’ll give you your reward.”

  *

  When Sebastian woke the next morning, something tickled his face. A warm weight lay on top of him, and he smelled rosewater and herbs. He smiled at such a pleasant dream.

  “Wake up, milord,” Francesca whispered. He opened his eyes to a lovely sight. His naked wife straddled and leaned over him, her black hair tickling his bare skin.

  He could get used to waking up like this.

  “Is it morning?” He started to stretch and realized his hands and feet were tied.

  “Not yet,” she purred.

  He frowned, pulling at the binds. She’d trussed his limbs to the four poster bed. “Darling…”

  Moving over him, she slid her beautiful cuntpurse closer to his face. “I have a job for you,” she said.

  Sebastian’s eyes widened as she hovered over his face.

  “You will lick me,” she ordered him, presenting her wet, pink folds to his lips.

  He didn’t like being tied and told what to do, but if she wanted to play, he would play. And he could never resist a beautiful quim. He kissed her lower lips a few times, then delved there with his tongue, slurping her sweetness. Her folds were so soft and sensitive. He licked, sucked and worked his tongue inside while she shook over him.

  “Yes,” she growled. She fisted his hair in a painful grip, pulling him closer and riding his face to her climax. She fell to the side, sated, while Sebastian waited and licked his lips.

  “Good boy,” she sighed.

  He couldn’t help but chuckle. She’d gotten what she wanted, in true Francesca style.

  As she climbed off the bed, his own cock stood up like a ship’s mast, hopeful. She reached for it and Sebastian strained against the bonds, raising his hips to her touch…

  At the last minute, she snatched her hand away. “No. I have things to do.” To Sebastian’s horror, she flounced to the door. “Wait here for me, like a good boy. I may want your mouth again.”

  She gave him a look of pure, wicked triumph.

  “Francesca, no, untie me.”

  She blew him a kiss just before she shut the door.

  *

  When she returned, a few minutes later, he breathed in relief. She’d bound him better than he’d imagined she could and it would take him a while to work free.

  “Darling.” He let his head fall back with a sigh. His cock still waving in the air.

  “Did you miss me?” She climbed up on the bed by his hips, and he watched warily. He didn’t like the look in her eye, but when she lowered her he
ad and engulfed his cock in her mouth, he could only pant in pleasure. Her tongue rolled around his manflesh, promising release. She sucked on him just enough to get him very hard, then stopped again.

  Sebastian groaned.

  “Now, now.” She shook a finger at him as she climbed off the bed. “I will come back and enjoy you when I’m ready. I need to finish some things in the apothecary.”

  “Francesca,” he said in a serious tone. “If you leave me like this, you will not like the consequences.”

  Her laughter floated around him, telling him she looked forward to whatever he would dish out.

  “One more thing I forgot.” She pushed the cloth into his mouth, gagging him. “This will hold you until I return.” She kissed his brow, her mouth curved in a mocking smile. “Think of me. Think of my beautiful cunny.”

  Sebastian yelled and thrashed as much as he could, as his wife sashayed to the door to the music of his muffled cries.

  *

  Francesca left the apothecary just after dawn and ran on bare feet back to the hacienda. She slipped in through an open window, to avoid meeting Ana, who would be just rousing. Her husband was still tied to her bed, and she wanted plenty of time to play. Before she went in, she pushed back her wealth of hair. The fresh morning air gave color to her cheeks, and her nipples were already hard and ready. She’d spent the last hour cleaning herself out with a clyster, using water to flush out her bottom hole. Now she was clean and ready for the buggering her blond lord promised her. She would ride him to her pleasure, then untie him so he could spank her and take her ass with his tasty cock.

  Quivering with excitement, she opened the door.

  Her beautiful Brit lay waiting, his cock jutting up from his narrow hips. Francesca paused a moment to admire his long, lean form, the muscles of his chest and legs chiseled from his labor. He saw her and his jaw clenched, as he gritted his teeth into the gag. His blond hair and blue eyes gave him an innocent air, but she knew the truth: here was a man born to ride, use and dominate her.

  Her cunny clenched in anticipation.

  “Dawn comes and you’re still in bed?” she asked playfully. As she passed, she reached out and brushed his cock. It jumped in her hand, so nice and hard.

  “Awww, my poor—”

  His hand shot out and grabbed her, flipping her over his lap. She squawked and tried to push herself up and he held her down. They tussled for a moment until he pinned her flat. A thrill ran through her. He’d gotten his arms untied.

  One arm held her and the other pulled out his gag.

  “My turn to play,” he growled. “And mark my words, you’re going to pay.”

  *

  “That was not a very good idea,” Sebastian said. He’d spent the last few minutes tying his struggling wife to the bed. She half knelt, half lay on her stomach, her arms bound together over her head in a modified strappado. With legs tied and spread and body tipped forward over plenty of pillows, her bottom and cunny were at the perfect height for him to plunder and punish.

  “What did you think, that you’d leave me tied to the bed forever?” She made a noise through the gag. He’d been careful tying her arms above her and her bent legs apart, but even propped on a huge pile of cushions, it couldn’t be very comfortable. Especially not with all her private parts exposed to the room, and a cross husband. “Very, very naughty,” he continued, taking his place on the bed beside her. “I think a spanking is in order. We’ll start with one hundred.”

  She cried out behind the gag.

  Her bottom bore a few fading marks from the belt last night. He’d thought about starting with the belt and continuing with every available implement—razor strop, hairbrush, carpet beater, even the smaller whips the vaqueros used. When she’d left him the second time, straining against his bonds with blue balls throbbing, he’d been mad enough to do it.

  But he’d never hit her in anger, and he’d never want to truly hurt her. Besides, his cock wouldn’t last through such a long discipline session, and after denying himself last night and the morning’s torture session, he was going to enjoy his wife as much as possible. Too bad she would only enjoy part of it.

  “Yes, one hundred. You deserve it, you naughty, naughty girl. But don’t worry, I won’t count them out. I’ll just go until your bottom is bright red. How does that sound?” He chuckled over her gagged protests, and started smacking her perfect arse. She tried to move but with legs and arms tied, could only rock back into his punishing hand. He slapped her bouncing bottom as long as he liked, enjoying the heat and the ripening color.

  He paused and listened to her whimpers. She was close to that magical place between pain and pleasure. A few more swats and she’d cum. Her cuntpurse wept.

  Crossing to the dresser, he found her hair brush. A change of implement would give her a fresh round of pain, perhaps tip her over the edge. He grabbed the hair brush, noting the vial of oil standing ready. He might take her arse again, once it was properly dealt with.

  Walking to her head, he pulled the gag out. He wanted to hear her howl.

  “You’ve been a very, very bad girl. But if you’re very good and take me in your bottom, I might give you a reward.”

  She murmured something and he leaned closer. “What’s that, my lovely?”

  He expected insults, but instead she said, “I cleaned myself for you.”

  He reeled in shock and went back to check. Her cunt lips were freshly shaved, and, sure enough, her bottom hole was pink and stretched and ready for his long prick. She’d woken before dawn, teased him mercilessly, then submitted to a deep cleansing to prepare herself for him.

  “Darling.” He stroked her bottom. “My beautiful, beautiful girl.” His fingers stroked lower, rewarding her. Her whole bottom quivered. “A bit more punishment, and then you will get your reward.”

  He spent some time massaging her bottom cheeks, squeezing and parting them and enjoying the sight of her lovely hole. Then he tapped the hairbrush against her cheeks before smacking it down hard.

  She moaned, a sound not only of pain but of longing. It gave him an idea.

  After spanking her with the hairbrush a few times, he tapped it against her lower lips before bringing it up with a wet, slapping sound. Her entire body tensed and she gasped.

  “You like that?”

  Her hips bucked as much as they could in the binds.

  “Maybe I should try it again.” He spanked her cunny again and she cried out.

  “Please, it is too much.”

  “What do you call me when I’m disciplining you?” He spanked her again.

  “Master, master. Please, master, have mercy.” She broke down into a tumble of Spanish. Her torso hung limp and helpless over the mound of pillows. He decided to take pity on her. Bending down, he kissed and licked her red, wet cunt, taking extra care with her freshly punished pussy lips.

  Her orgasm came with a long, lowing sound, and he wiped his face in triumph.

  He oiled his prick as she recovered, then resumed his place.

  “How was that?”

  “Lovely, thank you, master.”

  “Good girl.” He went back to massaging her hot bottom. “I want this.” He slapped her ass, hard, and then parted her rear cheeks. “Naughty girls get taken in their bottom holes.”

  He slapped her rear again and savored her cry of longing.

  “Do you want it, darling?” He leaned forward and took her hair, drawing her head back. “My cock in your ass?”

  “Yes, master.”

  “Beg.”

  “Please, master,” she panted. “I want your cock in my ass.”

  “As you wish.” He savored the beautiful moment. His wife limp and tied, spread open for him. Then he slid his cock into her perfect rear.

  They both groaned. She was tight, so tight, and felt so good.

  “How does it feel?” he asked, staying very still.

  It took her a moment to answer. “Strange. And full, master.”

  He started slid
ing in and out slowly. The sight of his cock disappearing between her reddened cheeks was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. “I’m going to fill your ass with my cum. And every time you disobey me, I’ll whip your bottom red and then give you a good ass fucking.”

  She clenched around him and he cursed. “What do you say to that?” He slapped her right hip.

  “Yes, master,” she moaned.

  “You like it? You want me to make you cum with my cock in your ass?”

  “Ay dios mio,” she muttered, and he spanked her again.

  “Answer me.”

  She was silent for a moment, so he pulled out and peppered her behind with smacks.

  The words dragged out of her at last. “Yes, master.”

  “Yes, what?”

  “Yes, I want to cum…with your cock in my ass.”

  “Good girl.” He sped up, and his fingers went to her pussy lips. In no time, she was quaking, her asshole squeezing his dick until he lost it and finished deep inside her.

  He planted kisses on her backside while she recovered, then untied her. After cleaning them up, he gathered her into his arms. The cock crowed, signaling the start of the work day.

  “How was that, darling?”

  “Good,” she sighed, but after a minute, she spoke again. “I think of what we do together, and I am ashamed.”

  He propped himself up so he could see her face. “That is natural. Our play is so intense.” He bent down to hold her eyes. “You know I love you, don’t you?”

  “Yes.”

  Satisfied, he kissed her shoulder and wrapped her in his embrace. “Perhaps, if you submit to me here, inside the bedroom, you can be stronger outside of it. Running this ranch, you must always be in control. With me, you can let go, and find release.”

  “It maintains balance,” she said.

  “Yes.”

  She relaxed and snuggled deeper into his hold. “I understand that.”

  Her tone told him that perhaps she could live with it.

  “Then you understand, though we played this game, I mean it when I say you need to be escorted everywhere you go.” He kept his tone soft, but serious.

  She stiffened.

  “You know I'm very proud of you, my lovely. I want you to be safe.”

  She made a little noise of protest. He thought about it. This independence was important to her.