by Madison Faye
“Eighteen-point-seven seconds!” the announcer’s voice rang out.
They’d done it! First place so far, and there were only two more cowgirls left to ride.
Outside the gate, Caine lifted her down. “You did it! I knew you would!”
He bent her back over his arm, sealing her lips with a kiss. “I’m so proud of you, baby girl.”
For the rest of the day, Tessa barely left Caine’s side. When he was competing, she sat on the rail and watched; when he wasn’t competing, they were together at the bar, or watching from the bank with the rest of the spectators, or out with the horses. He was attentive and kind, offering her drinks and food, and always walking beside her with his hand resting possessively in the small of her back, guiding her.
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“You brought a dress, right? I want to take you out for dinner tonight, little girl,” Caine whispered. “Like a proper date. I want to spoil you.”
A tingle of excitement started deep in her belly and she smiled up at him. “I’d like that.”
She had indeed packed a dress—a sexy short red cocktail number, in slinky fabric that clung to her curves, showed just enough cleavage to be tantalising but still classy, and finished just above her knee. Paired with shiny red heels, the ensemble was stunning. Caine would love it. She fished it out of her duffel bag and shook it out, hoping the wrinkles would fall out once she put it on.
“You’re going to wear that for me?” Caine whistled. “I’m a lucky man.”
Gently, he helped her into the dress, zipping up the back, then he picked up her hairbrush.
“I can do that,” she protested, reaching for the brush, but Caine held it out of her reach.
“Daddies like to take care of their little girls,” he told her. “And that includes brushing their hair.”
Deftly, he brushed out her tresses, tugging the brush slowly through her tangled mane, before twisting it into a sleek up-do and securing it with a butterfly clip.
From behind, he wrapped his arms around her and nuzzled her neck. “Gorgeous.”
When Caine was ready, Tessa really wished she knew how to wolf-whistle. Gone was the scruffy cowboy, and in his place stood a clean-shaven, respectable-looking man dressed from head to toe in black, with tidily brushed hair. He’d buttoned the sleeves right down to his wrists, hiding his tanned, wiry forearms, but the shirt stretched tight across his shoulders, emphasizing their width. Black jeans hung off his narrow hips and clung to his tight butt, making her want to rip his clothes off then and there.
“My god, you’re spectacular!” she murmured.
The tight skirt wasn’t ideal attire for clambering into the front of the horse truck, but it was the only vehicle they had, so she hiked the dress up and made it work, with Caine hauling her up from inside.
The soft jazz playing in the background of the classy restaurant was relaxing, after so many hours spent listening to country music blaring from the speakers at the rodeo. After ordering, while they waited for their meal, Caine reached across the table and took her hand, linking her fingers with his and lazily rubbing his thumb across her palm. His touch made her tingle. Her tummy flipped and her pussy ached. She squirmed uncomfortably on the soft seat; her bottom was still a bit tender.
Just thinking about being spanked made her aroused, dampening her underwear. She remembered the way Caine had spanked her, twice, first the thorough whipping with the crop and then, later, letting her taste the strength of his hard hand. Electricity shot through her. Caine’s fingers squeezed hers and she looked at him, locking her eyes with his smouldering gaze.
She sucked in a breath sharply as he leaned forward and slipped his free hand under the table, reaching for her, his fingers trailing up the inside of her thigh, under her skirt. She tried to breathe normally, to act like everything was fine, but the air was too thick and her breath came in a short, ragged gasp. Slowly, gently, his light touch barely there, Caine’s fingertips traced their way slowly up her skin, each second bringing them slightly closer to her damp underwear and her slick pussy, now pulsing with desire. She inhaled quickly and held her breath, her eyes locked with his, mesmerized.
His fingers reached her underwear and traced their way around the edge to her very core where they rested, still, on her sodden gusset.
“I want you to go into the bathroom and take these off, little girl,” he whispered across the table. “Then I want you to bring them to me so I can put them in my pocket.” He winked rakishly at her as her face flooded with shame. “I want to know my little girl is bare-bottomed under her dress,” he whispered. “Just the thought of it is making my cock hard.”
She bit her lip to stop herself from crying out as he slid one finger under the fabric covering her most intimate parts, and traced his finger upward to flick at her clit. She closed her eyes and fought against the moan building at the base of her throat. Damn. What was he doing to her? Here, in public?
His finger delved inside her, deeper, up to the knuckle, while the rest of his hand stayed on the outside of her underwear, pushing aside the fabric now drenched with her juices, and slowly turned his wrist. She was going to explode. She could feel it … lightning sparked within her, sending bolts of electricity to her core, his thumb against her clit now, teasing gently, his strong fingers tormenting her, driving her wild with desire.
“Go now,” he commanded softly. “Take them off.”
Tessa fought to control her breathing as she slowly slid her chair back from the table. Her legs were shaky as she wobbled on her heels, carefully putting one foot in front of the other, following the discreet sign to the bathroom in the corner of the packed restaurant.
Locked in the stall, she slid her knickers down her legs, then off her feet, scrunching them up in a ball, hiding them as best she could in the palm of her hand. She smoothed out her skirt. It was clingy; was it obvious she wasn’t wearing any underwear? Her breath hitched in her throat. I can’t believe I am doing this!
It felt like every eye in the restaurant was on her as she slunk, all her senses heightened with both embarrassment and arousal, back to her chair. She passed Caine the scrunched-up wad of fabric under the table and wanted to sink through the floor in embarrassment when he stood up to stuff them into his back pocket, leaving a tiny bit of material poking out. Her face was flaming, she could feel it.
Caine reached across the table and rested his hand on her cheek. “Good girl,” he murmured. Then he winked rakishly again. “But your knickers were drenched, young lady!” he exclaimed in a whispered mock-scold. “I’m going to have to spank you for that. Good girls don’t have sodden knickers.” He shook his head playfully. “Just as soon as we get back to the truck I’m going to have to turn that bare bottom over my knee and redden it thoroughly, to teach my naughty little girl a lesson.”
Tessa’s breasts ached under taut nipples, and it took everything within her to suppress the moan that teetered on the edge of her lips as Caine’s words sent bolts of passion straight to her core. Her thighs were slick as another wave of desire rocked through her; her pulsing pussy was drenched. She couldn’t get enough air.
Just then, the waiter appeared, placing plates piled high with fish and vegetables in front of them. How the hell was she meant to eat her meal like this, driven half-crazy with desire, with no knickers on, her juices flooding between her legs?
It was almost impossible to act normal, to eat and drink slowly, when all she wanted to do was take Caine by the hand and drag him outside where he could do what he’d promised. She longed to feel his hard hand smacking her ass, his huge cock grinding into her, bringing her release, over and over again. She pressed her thighs together as hard as she could; she felt scandalised, knowing that her underwear was in Caine’s pocket.
Just as she began to relax, Caine reached under the table again and walked his fingertips deliberately up the inside of her leg. She relaxed her thighs, opening herself for him. Her muscles clenched in sweet anticipation as his fingers drew closer t
o her core but he stopped, his hand resting lightly on her leg, less than an inch away from her intimate parts that were burning for him. He kept his fingers there, teasing her, moving them every so often to remind her that they were there. But how could she forget? Her skin burned at his touch.
Caine’s fingers stayed there, resting on her leg, while the waiter cleared away the plates and brought dessert. After the decadent chocolate mousse was placed between them, with just the one spoon, Caine smiled slowly, teasingly, at her, and patted his pocket, where her knickers were stuffed. Slowly, so slowly, he trailed his fingers up higher, just touching the very edge of her dripping pussy.
“Such a naughty little girl,” he whispered. “So wet, and in public too! That will need to be punished.”
They shared the dessert, Caine feeding both her and himself alternately. It was delicious, but she couldn’t concentrate. All she wanted to do was leave, to find refuge in the back of the horse truck, and let him have his wicked way with her. Sitting here, with his fingers there, and her bottom bare, was torture.
Finally, he put down the spoon.
“Are you finished, little girl? Would you like to leave?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she whispered. “Please.”
If she looked carefully, she could just see the top of her underwear peeking out of Caine’s pocket, which meant the other diners could see it, too. She looked at the floor, embarrassed. His hand pressed against the small of her back, claiming her as he always did, guiding her, giving her the sense of security that she’d so recently come to crave. When they halted at the front desk to pay the bill she shivered as his fingers roamed across her back, tracing the path along the base of her spine where the top of her knickers should be, but weren’t. His face didn’t give anything away as he handed over his credit card, and the waiter didn’t say a word, but she couldn’t stop squirming. Everyone knew. They had to know. How could they not?
Outside, instead of getting into the cab, Caine unlocked the side door that led to the accommodation.
“Get in, baby girl, up on the bed. I promised you a spanking.”
“But someone will hear!” she protested.
Caine shook his head. “No, they won’t, this end of the carpark is deserted. Now get inside, so I can smack that naughty bottom of yours. Only naughty little girls drench their knickers so thoroughly with their juices, and naughty little girls get spanked.” The arousal in his voice was unmistakable as he locked the door behind them and climbed up behind her. He pressed his body into her, his erection hard against her hip. His breathing sounded as ragged and shallow as her own.
“I want you on your hands and knees,” he commanded, taking her hips and shifting her body so she was positioned just how he wanted her. He released her hair clip, letting her hair fall free over her shoulders. He grabbed a handful and tugged gently, pulling her head back.
“This is what happens to naughty little girls who get their knickers so wet,” he scolded in a low growl, the rumbling tone sending tingles to her very core.
She felt him lift the hem of her dress and slide it up her legs, exposing her slowly, folding the skirt up over her back so her bottom was bare to his gaze.
“Such a beautiful bottom,” he whispered. “And still sporting a few marks from the whip.” Tingles shocked her as he bent down and kissed the marks he’d made, then his left hand took up that familiar, possessive position in the small of her back.
Smack! Smack! His flattened right palm landed hard, branding each cheek, and she gasped at the impact. Smack! Smack! A bit lower this time, but just as stingy.
“What am I going to do with you, little girl?”
The same hand that had slapped her now slid between her legs to cup her pussy, two fingers drumming her clit in a quick staccato beat, while two more fingers delved inside her, teasing her, bringing her closer to the edge.
He wiped his fingers over her bottom, spreading her wetness down the cleft between her cheeks, and pressed his thumb against her virgin rosebud.
“After your spanking, Daddy is going to fuck this bottom,” he growled.
A shiver went through her. She’d never been touched there before and yet with Caine, the idea of it turned her on. She wanted him.
Caine spanked her again, twice on each cheek, the smacks much lighter now, and she wiggled her bottom in response.
“You want more, naughty girl, hmmm?” He smacked her again, harder, his splayed fingers marking her reddened skin.
“Yes,” she groaned. “I want more.”
Six more times Caine’s hand rose and fell, sizzling her ass with precise smacks, one on top of the other.
“Please,” Tessa groaned again. “I want you. Inside me.”
“You want me to fuck your bottom, little girl?”
“Yes, Daddy. Please.”
He smacked her again, softly now, then ran his hand between her legs from her slick labia, up to her anus. “Reach back for me, little girl and hold your bottom wide apart.”
Shame flooded her. This was wrong. It was so wrong. But she was powerless to refuse, she wanted him so badly. He turned her on so much, and she wanted him to claim her. She wanted him to claim her in every way there was to be claimed, so she reached back and did his bidding.
Holding her cheeks apart, Tessa held her breath as Caine ran his cock up the cleft of her ass, stopping to press against her tight hole. She felt something cold and sticky; lubricant of some sort. She felt him spread it with his finger, felt him pushing inside her, stretching her wide. There was a burning ring of fire as his finger entered her.
“Just relax, little girl, Daddy is preparing you to take his cock. Bear down, if that helps.”
She took a deep breath, focusing on blowing it all the way out and breathing in again. Maybe if she thought of something else, having Caine’s finger in her bottom wouldn’t feel so naughty.
The pain eased and was replaced by a fullness, a pressure that wasn’t entirely comfortable, but didn’t hurt, either. She gasped as he pushed another finger inside her and rotated them, moving them in and out, fucking her with his thick digits. She didn’t know what to think or how to feel as his fingers inside her slowly did deliciously wicked things to her pulsing pussy. Her breasts felt hot and achy and a slow burning heat spread through her body.
Caine withdrew his fingers, making her moan at the sudden emptiness. But the emptiness didn’t last long. In less than a second the head of his large cock was pressing against her, begging for entrance, pushing harder, forcing its way in. Her tight hole stretched wide, burned viciously. She stifled a cry.
“Relax, little girl,” Caine reminded her. “Let me in.”
His cock broke her virgin barrier and the pain eased again, giving way to the most delicious fullness. She was so tight, so full, she doubted he would even be able to move, but he did. His hips moved in big, slow circles, teasing her, tormenting her. The discomfort turned to pleasure with every movement of his cock, stirring up something inside her that threatened to boil up within her and explode. He gripped her hips and thrust hard, not gentle now but slamming into her over and over again, taking her, claiming her, making her his. Completely his.
Sparks shot through her. Her pussy clenched. Her mind whirled. Her throbbing bottom ached with both pleasure and pain, mingling together to create mind-blowing sensations that she couldn’t begin to understand.
“Caine!” she cried, teetering on the brink of sanity, about to tip over the edge.
The tempo increased, Caine’s pelvis grinding into her, his cock sinking deeper inside her with every thrust.
“Come with me, baby girl,” he whispered. “Come now!”
With one final thrust, he slapped her ass, then sank against her, still. Tessa’s whole body shook as wave after wave of incredible orgasm washed over her. Caine pressed her down and lay behind her, holding her tight against his body, as intense pleasure continued to ricochet through her. In her ear, his breathing was fast, laboured. His heart pounded against her back.
“I think I’m falling in love with you, little girl,” he whispered, nibbling her ear.
Suddenly, sadness overwhelmed her and tears filled her eyes. This was it—their time together was nearing its end. Tomorrow was their last rodeo and then Caine would take her home. After that, life would go back to normal. Caine would return to his high country station and she would return to… what? Back home? To the place where memories of her father lingered in every corner, where his clothes still hung in the closet, where she knew nothing but loneliness? For the past two days Caine had made her feel alive. He’d made her feel special. He made her happy. Even when he was spanking her ass, he made her happy. And now she had to leave it all behind.
She choked back a sob.
“What’s wrong, baby girl?”
A lone tear tracked its way down her cheek. Caine brushed it away.
“Why the tears? What’s wrong?”
She shook her head. She couldn’t tell him. She felt so stupid. This was only meant to be a fling, nothing more. She’d known that right from the start. She wasn’t meant to go and fall in love with him.
He hugged her tighter. “Tell Daddy,” he commanded, his rough voice a deep, reassuring rumble that washed over her, comforting her.
“I can’t believe this is almost over,” she whispered. “I don’t want it to be over. I’ve loved this—being with you. I’ll miss you.”
Caine leaned down and kissed her cheek softly. “It doesn’t have to be over, you know. We could make it into a permanent arrangement. If you want to.”
He hesitated, maybe waiting for her response. But she couldn’t respond; she was so happy she couldn’t speak. She swallowed hard, but couldn’t clear the lump in her throat. So she nodded instead, fighting for words.
“I’d like that,” she whispered. “I’d like that very much.”
“Good. That’s settled then.” He rubbed his thumb down her cheek, over her lips, to touch her nose. “I’m so glad you’re mine, little girl. I didn’t want to give you up, either.”
