“Ah’m happy to oblige, ma’am,” he announced, tipping his hat as he grinned back at her.
“You’re doing it again!” she squealed, as a shiver of arousal made her panties damp. Rafe picked up the pace a little more as they headed away from the fence, toward a distant row of small trees. With her legs spread wide by the saddle, the rocking motion of Cassiel’s gait against her mound had her breathless with anticipation by the time Rafe reined in at a wide, flowing creek surrounded by more green than she’d seen all day.
“Ready to go skinny dippin’?”
“What if someone comes along and sees us?” Ellen was suddenly shy.
“We haven’t seen a single soul all day. Besides, if Jeb or Steve were to get close, they’d give us a wide berth… ’specially when they heard you screamin’.”
“Screaming?”
“Well, darlin’, you’re not exactly quiet when you come,” he announced in a matter-of-fact tone that had her blushing again. “I’ve worked up a sweat out here. Let’s get naked and get inta that creek.”
He slid out of the saddle and lifted her off her horse, then began unbuttoning his shirt as he stood expectantly in front of her. Before when they were together, Ellen had been grateful for the cover of darkness, the soft glow of candlelight. She’d always been self-conscious about the fact that her body didn’t fit the slender, sexy standard set by Hollywood stars and Victoria’s Secret models. Uncomfortable about the idea of undressing in front of him out in the open, in the bright sunlight, Ellen turned away, rummaging in her saddlebag.
“Wouldn’t you like to have lunch first?”
His voice was low. “Later.”
When she turned back to face him, he was right in front of her, stark naked, wearing nothing but his hat, his cock standing proudly at attention. She smiled. “I love your outfit.”
He reached out and put his hat on her head. It was far too big, and he tipped it back so he could see her face. “Now you look like a cowgirl… but I’d prefer it if you wore the same outfit I’m wearin’.”
Ellen couldn’t move as his hands began unbuttoning her shirt. He worked slowly, deliberately, taking his time as he stripped the shirt off her, then unhooked her bra. His rough hands cupped her full breasts and he ran his thumbs over her nipples, making them stand out. When his head dipped and his mouth fastened over one hard nub, a jolt of electricity ran straight to her core.
Ellen moaned softly.
Rafe’s hands were busy, unzipping her jeans and sliding them down over her hips, while his mouth kept up the delicious assault on her nipples, first one, then the other. She reached down to stroke him and he gently pushed her hands away.
“Not just yet, darlin’. We’re goin’ to take our time today, take it nice and slow.”
He fell to his knees and pulled off her shoes and socks, then slid the tight jeans off in one fluid motion. He put his head between her legs and inhaled deeply as he nuzzled the damp spot on her panties before pulling them off.
“I love the way you smell when you get hot and wet.”
Ellen blushed again. She’d never had a man say that to her before. “Wow. I’ll have to remember to put that line into one of my books,” she babbled nervously.
He spread her thighs apart and slid his tongue between her legs. Anxiety disappeared, along with all thought of shyness and embarrassment. She fisted her hands in his hair and let herself go.
Rafe brought her to the edge, then stopped. “I want to make love to you out here under the open sky,” he murmured. “I want you hot and wet and aching to have me inside you.”
“Yes, please,” she whispered.
He grabbed a blanket from one of the saddlebags, then picked her up in his arms effortlessly and carried her to the soft grass growing at the edge of the creek. Setting her carefully on her feet, he spread out the blanket. Then he reached out to take the oversized cowboy hat off her head. Tenderly, he bent his head to capture her lips in a kiss.
Ellen’s arms were around his neck as he drew both of them down onto the blanket. He slid his big hands all over her, tracing her curves, caressing her skin, making her squirm with desire. But he was careful not to touch her throbbing clit or her dripping wet core. Instead, he ignited every other nerve ending in her body, turning the backs of her knees, her stomach, her calves, and inner thighs into erogenous zones with hot fingers and even hotter tongue.
When he got to his knees and lifted her into his arms again, she sighed. It was a scene right out of a perfect story. She wrapped her arms around his neck and rested her head on his shoulder. But as he stood and began heading for the creek, her arms tightened.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m takin’ us skinny dippin’, just like I said.”
He waded into the creek, making straight for the deepest part in the middle. She giggled, then began kicking and shrieking as she felt the water touch her naked ass. “No! Stop! It’s cold!”
Rafe laughed and tightened his grip on her as he sank to his knees in the water, drenching both of them up to the neck. She managed to wiggle away and struggled to her feet, glaring at him.
“Is this your idea of showing me a good time on the ranch?”
He looked up at her soft, lush breasts, inches from his face, water dripping from the nipples made tight from the cold. Wordlessly, he cupped them in his hands as his mouth fastened on one hard bud, sucking gently at first, then harder. Ellen moaned as his tongue swirled around it.
He drew his head away and looked at her solemnly. “Havin’ a good time yet?”
Her only response was to draw his head back down to her other breast. Rafe complied, giving it the same sensuous treatment. When he finally stood up, Ellen gasped. The chilly water had only made his erection stand out larger. Heedless of the cold, she sank to her knees and took him in her mouth. She ran her tongue down the shaft, then raked her teeth gently along it. He shuddered. She glanced up to see him staring down at her, eyes dark with lust.
Silent, he lifted her to her feet and led her back to the blanket. This time, there was no lengthy foreplay. She lay down and he slid on top of her, his body hard and wet. He reached down with one hand and guided his cock to her aching pussy. Then, inch by inch, slowly, relentlessly, he entered her. Ellen cried out. His cold body covered every inch of her as his hot cock drove inside. She wrapped her legs around his waist to take him deeper.
Rafe made a sound deep in his throat and rammed himself all the way in. He pulled back, locked her eyes with his, and plunged inside her again. Ellen cried out his name, once, her voice ragged. As though he’d just been waiting for that signal, he began riding her hard and deep. Already aroused by hours with her mound rocking against the saddle with every step the horse took, she exploded.
“That’s it, baby. Come for me. Oh yeah, squeeze me tight.”
His words sent her straight into another orgasm, this one driving her even higher. He groaned and ground himself into her, his arms pulling her closer. She tightened her inner core around his stiff cock and felt it beginning to pulse. Rafe captured her mouth in a ferocious kiss and thrust deeper. She was lost in wild sensations, unable to tell any longer where she ended and he began. Locked in his arms, his tongue deep in her mouth, his hard cock grinding into her, Ellen came again as she felt him explode inside her.
* * *
Later they devoured the contents of Jeb’s picnic sack. Ellen sighed happily as she swallowed the last bite of fried chicken, then wiped her sticky fingers on a corner of the damp blanket. She lay back, tucked her hands behind her head, and closed her eyes, relishing the warmth of the sun on her face.
“Perfect day, great food, hot sex. I think I’m in heaven.”
“I know I am,” Rafe smiled, bending his head to kiss her.
She opened her eyes. “We’d better be heading back, hadn’t we?” she asked, with a glance at the lengthening shadows the sun was casting on the blanket.
“We’ve got plenty of time,” Rafe murmured, tweaking one of h
er nipples until it stood out again, tight and hard. “How ‘bout round two? Roll over and let me play with your ass a little. I missed it this last time.”
“No, Rafe. I’ve had all I can handle today. Really.”
His voice hardened, the commanding tone that sent shivers straight to her pussy. “Have you forgotten? You’re not allowed to say no to me. You just earned yourself another spankin’.”
“No, please. That’s not what I want right now. It’s too much… I’m not ready for all of this.”
“I told you before—it’s not about what you want. It’s about remembering who you are, who we are together. You belong to me again, just like you did before… and I’ll do whatever I want to you. That includes playing with your ass—or paddlin’ it whenever I say you deserve it. I’m gonna spank you. Now. So roll over… or I’ll throw you over my shoulder and carry you to that tree stump by the side of the creek. If I have to bend you across it, I’ll wallop you twice as hard.”
Reluctantly, Ellen rolled onto her stomach. His hands stroked her bottom, squeezing lightly.
“That’s it. Relax. If you tense up, it hurts more.”
Without warning, he gave her a firm smack. “You need to learn some lessons all over again, darlin’.” He rubbed her bottom again. “I decide when you get spanked. How long, how often.” His hand cracked down again, hard enough to bring back the fierce sting of last night.
“This is what you want, Ellen. This is what you need.” He spanked her again, a sharp swat that left her breathless. He followed it with a finger sliding between her legs. “You love it. Your body responds instantly, even while your mind fights the idea.” He probed her hot center, then held his finger up for her to see.
“You’re wet again already and I’ve barely begun. Now, lie there and don’t move.” His callused palm smacked her burning bottom over and over again. But this time, the heat only ignited her passion. Suddenly she couldn’t get enough. It was all she could do not to lift her bottom expectantly, welcoming each harsh smack. The heat spread like a wildfire out of control, moving from her ass to deep inside her core. She panted heavily, trying to lie still, then jerked in surprise when she felt his finger dip between her legs again.
“You took your spanking like a good girl and now you’re hot and wet. Would you like to come again?”
Oh God, yes, she thought. Do it. Please. Make me come right now. Fuck my ass again with your fingers like you did before. She shook her head yes, not trusting her voice.
“You’re not getting off that easy. If you want to come, you need to say so. I expect you to be honest and open with me.” His hand cracked down on her aching bottom, sparking another lick of fire. Ellen groaned.
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Yes, what?” He spanked her once more, harder.
“Yes, I want to come again.”
“Do you want me to play with your ass?”
Every fiber of her being wanted to shout yes. But then she remembered how big his fingers were, how thick and long. Ellen shook her head wildly. “I… I can’t take any more of that. It’s too much.”
“Are you sayin’ no to me again?” He whacked her yet again, the palm of his hand cracking down just hard enough to send a shiver of desperate desire through her.
“I’m scared, Rafe. What if it hurts?”
He pushed her thighs apart. “I didn’t hurt you before. You said you loved it, didn’t you?” His hand moved down to roam between her legs.
“Yes.” The whispered confession was drawn from deep inside her.
“Then you’ll love this too.”
This time, Ellen knew what to expect. Still, she gasped when his finger invaded her tiny bottom hole. He shoved her legs further apart and got on his knees between them. The fingers of one hand teased her ass while the other stroked her pussy. Ellen squeezed her eyes shut and buried her head in the blanket, overcome with shameful sensations. Somehow it seemed even more wicked this time, out in the bright sunlight.
She lay on her stomach, tense, legs spread. He stopped and reached behind him, grabbing something. The next moment, Ellen felt his finger slide easily past the tight opening of her bottom hole. She realized he’d come prepared with a tube of lubricant tucked into a pocket of his jeans. Delicious sensations washed over her as he slid his finger in and out, all the while stroking her pussy. When his thumb moved up to circle her throbbing clit, Ellen thought she couldn’t take any more.
“Get up on your knees.”
His voice was stern. She shivered and pushed back until she was crouching, ass high in the air, head still touching the blanket. His hands moved easily now, unimpeded, able to touch and stroke and manipulate her everywhere.
“Soon I’ll have you taking my cock inside your ass like you take me into your pussy,” he growled.
His words sent her over the edge. Ellen screamed, grinding herself back against his hands as wave after wave of pleasure poured through her.
Chapter Nine
Ellen slid off Cassiel back at the barn, legs quivering. She reached out a hand. Rafe grabbed her around the waist, steadying her.
“My entire body aches,” she groaned. “My legs feel like Jell-O, my back is in knots from struggling to stay upright on horseback, and thanks to a combination of that last spanking and the hard saddle, my poor bottom has never been so sore.”
“Come on, darlin’. You need a good soak in a hot tub with an old cowboy’s favorite remedy before we set out for Melanie’s house.”
“A cowboy’s favorite remedy? Is this another one of your recipes like the cowboy coffee?”
“Sorta. It’s a cup of hot coffee with a splash of good whiskey dumped into it—along with a cup of Epsom salts dumped into an even hotter tub.”
“Sounds divine,” she said, forcing herself to put one weary leg in front of the other as they headed for the house. Inside, Jeb was already busy at the huge stove, with Sierra at one end of the long wooden table, peeling and dicing a mound of potatoes.
“Back already?” Jeb asked.
“Already? We’ve been out there for weeks! At least, that’s how my body feels right now.”
Sierra nodded sympathetically. “I know just what you mean,” she said. “I remember when Steven and I first came here to the ranch. I was a city girl, not used to spending hours on horseback and then hours more doing physical labor. I was so tired and sore some nights, all I could do was take a hot bath and crawl into bed. Forget dinner.”
She smiled fondly. “Best diet and exercise program I ever found. I’m in better shape than I’ve ever been—and the bonus is that I can eat all I want now and not gain an ounce.” She gestured to the growing mound of spuds in front of her. “Even a second helping of Jeb’s mashed potatoes loaded with butter and sour cream.”
“There’s meat loaf tonight to go along with them ‘taters an’ gravy,” Jeb announced. “Green beans sautéed with bacon an’ mushrooms too. Hope y’all’re hungry.”
“That sounds great, Jeb,” Rafe replied. “But we need to clean up first. Come on, Ellen, I’ll show you to the big tub in the guest bathroom. I’m gonna go back out and see to the horses, then take a nice hot shower.”
“I’ll go with you,” Ellen offered. “It’s not fair for you to have to deal with both horses. You must be as tired as I am, or more. You worked all day while I sat and watched.”
“I didn’t work all day,” Rafe said, turning toward her so that only Ellen could see and wiggling one eyebrow suggestively. “Now, you get yourself into that tub, ma’am. We have a long night still ahead of us and I need you in top shape.”
Ellen began to protest and Rafe shot her a stern look. “Do I need to give you another spankin’ right here and now to remind you that you’ve promised to do as you’re told with no arguments when you’re on the ranch?”
Ellen stared at him in horror. He had just blurted out her darkest secret in front of two people she barely knew. How could she ever face them now?
To her shock, Sierra grinne
d. “That’s another thing you’ve gotta get used to around here, Ellen. These guys are old-fashioned cowboys. They believe in disciplining their womenfolk. I can’t tell you how many times I cringed as I sat down in the saddle with my butt freshly paddled when I first came here. I had a nasty temper then, quick to blow up and say some pretty mean things I always regretted later. Rafe gave Steven some coaching and before I knew it, I was getting yanked over Steven’s knee every time I let loose with an outburst. And it didn’t matter if Rafe or Jeb was around. Steven’s rule was ‘If you misbehave in front of others, you get spanked in front of them too, right then and there.’”
She went on, a touch of pride in her voice. “I may not have liked it much at the time, but it worked. After suffering the consequences way too often, I’ve learned to control my temper. I rarely get spanked for cussing or speaking unkind words nowadays.”
Ellen was torn between fascination and terror. Till now, she’d been certain Rafe’s promise to spank her no matter who was around was nothing more than an empty threat. But apparently such behavior was not only tolerated, it was the accepted practice on this ranch. In fact, it sounded as though Sierra still got spanked in front of the other men occasionally. The naughty part of her mind immediately fastened on the image of Steven striding into the room, demanding that Sierra bend over his lap right there on one of the kitchen chairs, then pulling down her jeans to bare her ass.
She found herself getting wet again as she imagined being there in the room when the young woman got a hard spanking. Watching her struggle to stay in place over his knees, hearing the crack of his hand on her naked bottom, seeing her ass redden. Ellen had written plenty of spanking scenes, but she’d never actually seen anyone get spanked except in the movies. Suddenly the idea of watching it happen in real life got her hot.
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