Dev's brow shot up. “Want to bet? Blackie,” he called out to the bartender. “You still got that paddle behind the bar? The big one?"
"Sure thing, Dev.” Blackie held up the monster device, two feet long, made of lacquered oak with a taped handle.
"What's it going to be?” Dev asked her.
Elisia looked to the door, out of the corner of her eye. Could she make it out before anyone stopped her? She probably could, but something was happening here, something inside her that was making her hot and wet and ... pliant.
"Would you really use that on me?” She asked softly.
"In a heartbeat."
Elisia went to Rose. It was a little hard to talk because she wanted sex right now—with Dev. “I'm sorry,” she mumbled, her head focused on her pretty boots.
"Speak up,” ordered Dev. “And look her in the eye. You're a grown woman, act like one."
A grown woman who was being threatened with a bare-assed beating for her misbehavior.
"I'm sorry,” she said more distinctly. “I was mean to you. You didn't deserve that."
Rose stung Elisia with shame, taking her immediately into her arms for a hug. “It's okay, baby, I know you didn't mean it."
"Now I want you to apologize to Blackie for giving him a hard time about the beer,” Dev told her as soon as Rose released her.
She went to him, chagrined, humiliated ... and painfully aroused. “I'm sorry, Blackie. I was acting like a brat."
"Don't mention it, kid."
I wouldn't have, she thought, if Dev hadn't made me. It was an odd feeling. Part of her wanted to be good, so as not to be punished again. But another part of her wondered what would happen if she pushed the envelope. Whatever occurred, she realized now would be just between the two of them. Involving other people was wrong.
"Are you satisfied?” She demanded of Dev, nose properly upturned.
"Actually I am,” he replied.
"What's the matter,” she taunted. “Don't you want an apology from me, too?"
"Nope, can't say it'd affect me one way or the other."
His disinterest was killing her. “You're gay aren't you?” She charged.
Dev chuckled. “You really are a stuck up little thing, aren't you? It just kills you to think of a man not being interested in you."
"Any normal man would."
"What makes you so sure of that?"
"Look at me. Isn't it obvious?"
"Some men want more than an attractive body, Elisia."
She went to him, reaching up to grab his face in her hands. Positioning his mouth at optimum angle she did the inevitable.
The kiss was long and hot, a match of sizzling searing lips. Still, it was only play, idle fencing, teeth clicking, mouths moving to and fro. The man was giving her no indication of his real intent as he nursed her along, neither resisting nor ravishing. He was like a sleeping lion, with her the lamb, nuzzling its fur, waiting to see if it would bite.
She moaned softly now, her senses overwhelmed by the smell of his cologne and the feel of his hot skin combined. She'd made a mistake and she cursed herself for it. She'd thrown herself at him, like a total floozy, and in return, he'd given nothing, allowing her to bend in supplication, breasts depending, belly turgid with anticipation.
It was a gambit, and she'd just lost.
She offered no resistance as he took her hand, placing it on his thick erection. “You have two choices, Elisia. You can walk out that door, right now, no harm done. Or you can stay."
"And if I stay?” She breathed, her fingers trailing the hard shaft, pressing the denim.
"We do it my way,” he said, encouraging her to rub him harder. “Start to finish."
"That sounds like a threat."
"It's just a fact. I'm a cowpuncher, Elisia. I see a wild bronco, I have to ride it."
A thrill passed through her small, curvy body. She pictured herself, in the man's ropes, under his control. “You see me that way? Something to be ridden and tamed?"
"You're out of balance is how I see you. You're out looking for a man so you can get hold of some money. It can't work that way. Not if you want to be happy."
"And you know how to be happy?"
"I've learned the hard way how to avoid some real obvious paths to unhappiness."
Elisia broke off, taking back her hand. “No, this isn't going to happen,” she decided, employing her last bit of reason.
He caught up to her on the sidewalk out front.
"Don't you want to know what I'd do to you?” He pressed her against the building. “I'd put you in bondage. I'd force you to deal with yourself, to come to terms with your own guilt, your own desires."
Elisia squirmed half-heartedly to get away. “In what, your personal dungeon?"
He shook his head, his knee close enough to part her thighs, his chest squashing her heaving breasts. “I think a stable would suit you better, don't you?"
"You're a pig,” she declared. “I'd never go with you under such circumstances. I don't even know you."
He kissed at her neck. With one hand he undid the blue bow so he could play with her hair. “And yet a half hour ago you were ready to marry me."
"Let's get a hotel room, instead,” she pleaded. “I'll take care of you, like you've never been loved before."
Dev's hand slid up her thigh, up under the hem of her short skirt. “Pretty presumptuous aren't you, my dear?"
"Just stating the facts."
"Be careful with facts,” he warned. “They can take you places you don't want to go."
"Are you going to force me?” She wanted to know. Though she did not dare admit this to herself, the idea had a dark, lurking appeal, one that was leaving her as little more than putty in his hands.
"No,” he let her go suddenly, as if deciding on the spur of the moment. “That would be too easy. I want you hungrier for it. Much hungrier."
"Where are you going?” She demanded.
"Home,” he called over his shoulder. “I suggest you do the same."
CHAPTER TWO
Dev watched her come in to the bar three nights straight. He'd never seen a woman make more of a show of acting like she wasn't interested in him. Every other minute he'd hear her laughing noisily with someone, trying to draw his attention. Then when he'd look, just to quiet her down she'd turn up that pretty little nose and act all offended that he'd had the nerve to look at her.
It was inevitable he was going to have to make love to her. And maybe more things besides. He kept putting it off, though, mostly out of cowboy stubbornness. Damned if he'd be the first to back down. The thing was, he was running out of time. Four days from now he was back out on the road for the Silver Spurs competition down in Kissimmee.
He needed the cash to boost his place in the standings, not to mention to keep making his truck payments. Maybe he'd just get himself a prostitute or share a little sack time with Rose. She was certainly more his speed. A woman like Elisia was like a Ferrari, with her blonde hair, perfect body and expensive skirts and blouses. Sure, it was fun to take a spin in one, but the upkeep was hell.
It was on the fourth night that everything broke wide open. Elisia was flirting with Bobby Joe Reynolds, making sure he saw every last fluttered eyelash and pushed out breast. He was falling into a worse and worse mood, and finally he just got up and walked out.
That'd fix her.
Being the vixen she was, though, Elisia came right out after him.
"What the fuck is your problem?” She wanted to know.
"My problem?” He was at the door of his shiny red pick-up, not at all up for a debate.
"Yes, I said your problem. Every time I turn around you're looking at me, scowling like you think I'm some kind of hussy."
"How could I ever think that? A fine upstanding woman who likes to get marriage out of the way before anything messy such as kissing or knowing people's last names."
Her face flashed with rage. It was the anger of a female far too used to getting he
r own way.
He caught her wrist in midair. She'd been about to slap him.
"I believe I've had enough,” he decided.
"No, you haven't,” she tried to break free.
Dev whirled her about and did the logical thing. Employing his free hand, he delivered a hard swat. The impact on her pert ass cheeks was incredibly satisfying, not to mention lust provoking.
"Let go of me,” she protested.
"Not till I've taught you a lesson.” Lowering the tailgate, he bent her forward, her arms spread out over the plastic liner.
"Legs apart,” he flipped up her red pleated skirt, an enticing match to her pink shirt and boots.
"Go to hell."
Dev delivered a second blow, hard and punishing.
His captive cried out, quickly relenting.
"Just so you know,” he massaged her wriggling posterior. “If we were actually married, I would consider this nothing more than domestic discipline."
"Assault more like,” she spat.
Dev took the opportunity to pull her panties down, just below the crack of her ass. “Oh, really? Then how do you explain this?"
'This’ was a trail of liquid on the edge of her pussy lips, evidence of her fragrant, submissive desires.
"It's not for you,” she lied. “It's for Billy Joe."
"His name is Bobby Joe.” He inserted two fingers inside her, sliding them to the second knuckle.
"Oh, god,” she exclaimed. “What are you doing?"
"If you have to ask,” he quipped. “I don't think you're quite ready for that no strings marriage of yours."
"But you can't do that out here,” she protested, her splendid behind glowing angelically under the pink neon sign. “People could see."
He wasn't worried much on that score. The ones coming out would be too drunk to care and the ones going in would be too sober. “There will be a lot more to see in a minute,” he informed her. “When I have my cock in you."
"No! No fucking!"
He proceeded to spank her, five crisp swats, alternating cheek to cheek. He left handprints, nice and big and pink. “I already told you,” he declared, having gotten her attention. “There were only two ways. Either you leave, forever, or you submit to everything."
"But you're holding me down,” she challenged. “That's no choice."
"You're right.” He moved back, away from her. “Is that better?"
"Yes. I mean ... no.” Elisia pushed her ass up and back. “I mean, don't leave me like this. Please, finish me off?"
"You know the conditions. All or nothing."
"The stable,” she said, her voice a sexy, awe-filled rasp.
"And everything inside it. All the trouble we could get into in one night. The ropes. The whip. The collar."
She shuddered in response. She was a natural submissive, he could tell.
"I need your cock,” she begged. “Please, fuck me?"
Dev unzipped, pulling his shaft through the narrow opening. Elisia was narrow, too, tight and satisfying.
"Oh ... god,” she groaned as he sank himself to her depths. “Oh, god, yes."
He reveled in the familiar power, the feel of a woman succumbing, yielding herself completely. It was the only way he knew pleasure and he made no apologies for it. “After I'm done with you, you'll get in my truck,” he told her. “I want you to strip off your skirt and panties. Buckle yourself in, legs wide open."
Her head shook side to side. “I just don't know if it's safe."
"Sure you do. Knowing you, you asked around plenty. If you like, I'll furnish references."
"I do know you,” she confessed, her voice weak with need. “I looked you up ... you're a rodeo star."
"That would imply actually making a profit at it,” he finessed her slit with the tip or his cock.
"Dev, don't tease,” she cried.
"I can do what I like, Missy."
"Yes,” she acknowledged her place in the scheme of things. “You can."
"You're going to look awfully fetching strung up from the rafters on your tiptoes,” he promised.
"You'll whip me,” she cried softly, more in want than fear. “You'll use me."
"Mercilessly,” he concurred, slamming himself home once more between her bright pink cheeks.
Elisia groaned. “Oh, baby, yes, do it."
"I want you to come for me, Elisia. Give it to me."
She shuddered in sheer surrender, the command pushing her over the edge. As he continued to pummel her, she shook with ecstasy, pushing her ass up and towards him, again and again. He let her orgasm pass through her, like an electric rod grounding itself. It wasn't till she was done that he considered his own reward.
Should he come inside her? Why not try something different, right off the bat?
"Let's get that skirt off now. I'm going to come on your ass."
Elisia was too drained to be of much help. Finding the clasp himself, he got her to lean back just enough to unwrap it from her. After this, it was a simple enough matter to pull the panties down over her ankles, one by one.
"I want it all over you where I can see it,” said Dev. “I want your ass hot and sticky with semen, freshly punished and fucked."
"G—god,” she stammered, indicating a second orgasm. “I'm coming ... again."
Dev deprived her completely of his cock. “Take it in pain,” he decreed, commencing to whack at her behind all over again.
"Yes,” she whimpered, surrendered fully to both sets of sensations. “Oh ... yes."
"I only ejaculate on a red ass,” he explained. “So we have to go a little harder this time."
"Is mine red yet?” She wanted to know, her voice coming in broken gasps.
"Close enough.” He grasped his shaft, running his fist up and down the length of it. From here on, her behind was the bull's eye. No flinching, no backing down.
"Are you playing with yourself?” His curious little submissive wanted to know.
"Yes,” he sought to paint as full a picture for her as possible, since she couldn't see for herself. “I'm masturbating, right over you. I'm going to shoot my load all over you..."
"That's right. All over my ass...” she confirmed.
He could see it was the words turning her on, as much as the deed. “And after that, you'll ride to the barn. Legs wide, while you play with yourself."
She was writhing, so sweet and young, so full of life ... so ... Elisia. All at once he felt his aches and pains fade. The wrist he'd broken twice, the busted ribs he was still nursing from Amarillo. And his heart, busted more times than he cared to remember.
"Come on, Cowboy,” she challenged.
Dev grunted, deep and powerful. He'd stored this up a long time. Pinching the vein tightly on the underside of his straining cock he let loose the stream, white and warm and thick, more copious than he'd remembered in a long time.
"Yes,” she cried as his semen arced onto her perfectly curved derriere. “Yes."
"So ... fucking ... good,” he grimaced, robbed for the present of the five star vocabulary he'd acquired as a lad riding herd with the legendary cowboy philosopher Sage Hennessey.
"Oh, Dev, honey.” She wriggled proudly, making him laugh.
"Here, clean yourself off.” He grabbed a clean towel from his duffel bag in the truck bed.
"Only if you promise there's more where that came from."
"I'll give it my level best, just so you know I'm not exactly in my prime anymore."
"Says who?” She gathered him in for a kiss. Appreciative, warm and tender.
Dev whistled. “You keep on acting like a lady this way and I'm gonna back off from taking you to the barn."
"Don't you dare. I'm in this for the long haul."
Something clicked, the way she said the last two words. It sounded like more than tonight. Was she thinking about her marriage scheme again, or...
He pushed the thought from his mind. Why should he care what the young woman thought? Dev had fallen into too many mar
riages already, each time for a different reason that always sounded right at the time.
As far as he was concerned the term marriage of convenience was the mother of all oxymorons.
"I want you to do something for me first.” He pulled one of his cards from his wallet. The cards were a promotional thing his sponsor, Western Oil, had convinced him to do. He jotted down an address on it and handed it to her. “Call someone you trust with your life, tell them all the information that's on here. Tell them you'll call back when we get there and after that an hour later."
She looked at him funny. “But I trust you, Dev."
He shook his head gravely. “I don't want you trusting me that much. I want you thinking about your safety. Frankly, I'd go ballistic if you ever did something like this with a strange man and you were my—"
She smirked, knowing he was about to say daughter. “Okay, Old Man,” she teased getting out her cell phone.
He grumbled, walking to the door of the truck. Over his shoulder he could hear her talking in a hushed tone to someone named Bonnie.
Jumping Jeremiah, as Sage used to say. This woman really could be his daughter. He sure didn't feel paternal, though. He wanted her. Naked, writhing in the hay in that barn, playing all the nasty games a cowboy and cowgirl could play. Was there any way for a man to keep moral in a situation like this? Maybe he ought to cut her loose. But then she'd find another who could really hurt her.
There was only one way he could think of. And that was to try somehow to be both mentor and lover at the same time. All without actually falling in love with her or marrying her. Talk about trying to get wool off a cactus.
"Okay,” she bounded into the passenger seat a few seconds later. “I'm ready."
She spread her legs on cue. It was the pinkest, loveliest little pussy he'd ever laid eyes on. Just because he could, he reached down to swab a sample. “Sweet as honey,” he winked. “And no calories."
Dev put the truck in drive, backing across the gravel.
"Do you want me to play with myself now?"
He could see she was getting a little too eager for her own good. “No, I think we'll have you sit on your hands a while; build the anticipation a little."
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