by Delta James
Ryder squirted some of the lubricant on his fingers and proceeded to rub it into her puckered hole before covering the plug itself.
“Relax, Sierra and breathe. You know I’m going to do this and you know it’s easier if you relax and submit.”
He put the plug at her back entrance and watched her relax. Slowly he pushed it in up to the widest point before sliding it back and forth. When he felt she had accepted it being there, he eased it past its widest point until it was seated deeply within her ass.
“Think you can go stand in the corner now, little girl?”
“Ryder, no,” she cried. “I don’t need another spanking.”
“I think you do and who decides that?”
Realizing that nothing good was going to come out of continuing to argue, she sighed and said, “You do.”
“That’s better,” he said, his voice losing a little of its edge. “Now, naughty girl, you go stand in the corner.”
He helped her to her feet and let her make her way back to the corner. She stood a bit hunched over and sniffling. Ryder had learned to watch her body posture. If her spine was still straight and she was standing rigid and proud, he knew he had failed to get her to yield to his authority. He knew her bottom was sore, although not as sore as it was going to be, but she had learned better than to try to reach back and rub the sting away.
He smiled as she squirmed as she always did when plugged. She wouldn’t admit that being plugged dramatically increased her arousal, but they both knew it did. Ryder continued to remind her that at some point he meant to relieve her of the virginity of that pleasure portal. As he would whisper that in her ear, she would shiver with desire.
“Why won’t you tell me why that man was here?”
“Why won’t you just assume that it isn’t anything bad? I got news for you, little girl, before we’re done, you’re going to apologize to me for jumping to conclusions again. I thought you agreed you’d talk to me before you lost your temper.”
“I asked you and you wouldn’t tell me,” she said, starting to get angry again.
“You didn’t ask me, Sierra; you accused me. I didn’t deserve that five years ago; I don’t deserve it now, and you’re going to stop doing it. Now you come back over here for the rest of your spanking.”
“Oh, no, Ryder, please? I’m sorry. You’re right, I should have asked you and listened to what you had to say.”
“Damn straight. Now get your sweet, red ass back over here and let’s get this finished.”
“God, Ryder, please?”
“Now, Sierra. You misbehaved. I gave you a chance to quit before you got in trouble and then I gave you another chance to take your punishment like a good girl. But you chose to be a naughty little brat…”
She turned in the corner, tears starting to form. “Please, babe?”
“Sierra, baby, do you want me to use my hand or do I need to take my belt off?”
“No, once was enough. I hate that belt.”
“It does seem to have made an impression. Now, you come put yourself over my knee.”
Dejectedly, like a prisoner going to meet her doom, she walked over and laid across his lap. She stifled a sob.
“That’s better,” he said quietly.
He rubbed her backside and watched her grimace. He slipped his hand between her legs and stroked her pussy, liking the degree of wetness he found there. She shivered with desire. He brought his hand back up and removed the butt plug.
Ryder told her, “I’m going to give you the spanking you deserve for being a brat. When I’m done, you crawl up on our bed. You stay on your knees but you stretch and put your tits and your cheek on the mattress. You spread those legs and offer your pussy and your ass to me for a good hard ramming.”
She shivered again in response. Ryder smiled. There was no doubt in his mind that the glorious creature who was draped over his lap and who he would soon call wife responded well to his form of dominance in their relationship.
His hand made a sweeping upward swat, catching both her sit spot and the fullest part of her bottom. Her sharp inhale of breath let him know he’d gotten her full attention. He gave the other side of her ass the same treatment. Ryder began to lay down a series of the upward sweeping swats interspersed with his hand coming straight down and crashing into her buttocks.
Her bottom quickly began to deepen in color and get more heated to the touch. Sierra began to cry in earnest, first because of the level of pain and then because she realized he was right and she’d jumped to a conclusion and accused him of somehow betraying her… them. And she knew she was wrong.
“I’m sorry, Ryder. You were right. I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have done that. Babe, I’m sorry.”
“You deserve this spanking, don’t you, little girl?” he said as he continued to land blow after blow.
“Yes,” she sobbed.
Her backside had turned a deep shade of red and was throbbing. Ryder continued to spank her, making sure her bottom was well covered.
“I don’t deserve for you not to trust me, do I?”
“No, sir.”
He continued to swat her buttocks and landed an occasional smack to her tender sit spots, causing her to cry out.
“You going to do it again?”
“No, sir. I promise.”
“Best you remember that promise, little girl. Next time, you and my belt are going to have another go-around. Do you hear me?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Do you remember what you’re supposed to do?” he said as he slid his hand back between her legs to swirl around and tug at her clit.
“Yes, sir,” she said with a sigh.
Ryder chuckled. “Then be a good girl.”
Sierra got up. Before she could move up onto their bed, he spanned her waist with his hands to keep her from going and reached up to suck and lightly bite her nipples. He cupped both of her breasts and smiled.
“I really think we need to get some nipple jewelry for you in France.”
“You don’t want me to get my nipples pierced, do you?” she said with a little concern but knowing she would comply if that’s what he wanted.
“Hell, no, baby. The jewelry will just attach to them either with stretchy bands or clips. We could get something for that pretty clit of yours as well.”
“Babe?” she squeaked.
“Where did I tell you to be, Sierra?”
“On our bed in position, presenting my pussy…”
“Not just your pussy, Sierra…”
She swallowed hard. “My pussy and my ass to you for fucking.”
“Up you get,” he said, helping her onto their bed.
He watched as she put herself in position. His cock was painfully hard. He opened his fly and allowed his cock to be released from the confines of his jeans.
Ryder saw her look back at him without lifting her head and tremble with desire. He watched as the nectar that had gathered at the entrance of her pussy started to drip. He chuckled and saw her blush. He knew that she had seen how wet and ready she was for him.
Ryder climbed up on the bed behind her. His cock twitched in anticipation of mounting her.
He rubbed her red, swollen bottom. “Who does this pretty ass belong to?” he said seductively.
“You,” she replied, her tone dripping with the same amount of lust as her pussy.
He reached out and stroked her. “And whose tight little cunt is this?” he said, deliberately using the term she hated.
“Yours,” she mewled.
He fingered her anus again. “And this sweet, tight little hole… who owns this?”
“You,” she cried now, desperate for him to mount her and claim her completely.
Ryder gripped her hips tightly and then mounted her, plunging his cock all the way to the back of her sheath in one powerful thrust.
Sierra gasped and her pussy closed around him. Ryder groaned in pleasured response.
“Damn straight,” he said as he began to drive
into her. His cock felt like a jackhammer as he fucked her.
Sierra clutched the bedding. She had felt so empty and now Ryder filled her so completely. She could feel his cock stretching her, moving hard within her. A man who was sure of the woman he had in his hands, knowing he commanded not only her body, but her heart and soul as well.
He continued ramming his cock into her pussy, holding her still so she couldn’t ease her own growing need.
“Ryder, please, I was a naughty girl. I’m sorry.”
“What do cowboys do to their naughty cowgirls?”
“They spank them.”
“No, they tame them. And they spank them to make them mind. But once she’s been properly punished, what happens to naughty cowgirls?”
“They get mounted like a stud horse mounts his mare and fucked until they are sore and exhausted.”
He leaned down, still holding her tight against him as he pistoned his hips forward and back, plunging into her depths repeatedly.
“And then they get their asshole fucked,” he said seductively.
He nuzzled her neck as he continued to thrust. He slid his other hand underneath her breasts and began to milk them in the same rhythm he was using in her pussy.
She screamed into the bedclothes. She could feel her pussy begin to convulse around him as she climaxed calling his name. He ceased to move and allowed her to experience the full measure of her orgasm. Slowly he withdrew from her.
“Ryder?” she asked in a pitiful voice.
Ryder reached over and opened the tube of lube. He fingered her puckered entrance and she gave him no resistance. Ryder smiled. His cowgirl would now be completely his. He thrust first one and then two fingers into her bottom hole. He grinned as she moaned.
He applied more lube to her back passage and then added her natural lubricant all over his cock. He probed the tight ring of muscle with the head of his cock.
“Breathe, Sierra. You know you deserve this and that you will enjoy it, don’t you?”
He was gratified to see her nod her head before she whispered, “Yes, sir.”
Slowly he pushed forward, allowing her private passage to expand enough to accommodate both his length and his girth. He moaned with the pure pleasure he felt both at the tight feel of her around him and at her complete surrender.
Once he had seated himself completely, he reached under her with one hand and rubbed her clit. She cried out in pleasure. Never had he fondled her while he had her plugged.
“Good girl.”
Slowly Ryder began to work his cock in and out of her, thrusting gently but deeply and causing her to writhe in wanton pleasure at his use. Repeatedly he plunged in and out of her, reveling in her response. Sierra came with a cry that was half pleasure and half surprise. Ryder chuckled.
“Oh, my God,” she gasped.
Her climax had triggered a complete physical acceptance of his cock moving in and out of her. He responded to her climax by grasping her more firmly and increasing the depth and power with which he plunged into her. He felt the inner walls of her bottom grasp him in return and he came calling her name and gushing his semen into her.
When he was done, he stroked her back and then left her on the bed. Sierra had learned to stay where he put her, especially after she’d been spanked. Ryder cleaned his cock and placed it in his jeans, zipping them up as he did so.
Ryder returned to her and lovingly ran his hand over her well-spanked and now well-fucked bottom.
“You can relax, baby, but you stay up here on the bed. I’m going to go tell Ruthie we’re having dinner in our room.”
Chapter Twenty-One
Sierra purred contentedly in Ryder’s arms. Tomorrow they would be getting married. Ryder had convinced her to turn in early and had wasted little time in getting her on her back and between her legs. She was thoroughly sated and happy lying next to him with his arm around her and her head on his shoulder.
Ryder disengaged himself from her and sat up on the edge of the bed.
“Are you okay?” she asked.
He looked back over his shoulder and smiled wryly at her.
“I’m about to do something you aren’t going to like. And while you can tell me that, I am going to expect you to accept it and behave.”
“Ryder, what is it?”
“Did you hear what I said?”
“Yes,” she said, concerned that whatever it was, she wasn’t going to like it one bit.
He leaned back and kissed her, slipping his tongue into her mouth to gently taste and coax a response. She sighed into his mouth and her body lost the tension he had seen forming.
“I’m not taking any chances and you and Ruth have been pretty firm about it being bad luck for me to see your dress…”
She giggled. “I got my way so why would I not like it?”
He chuckled. “Brat. What I was saying before you interrupted me was that I think tradition is a good thing. So, on that note, my beautiful bride-to-be, I’m going to go sleep at Crooked Creek. That way you can do whatever you need in the morning without either of us worrying about running into each other. I don’t want to see you until you’re coming down that staircase in your wedding gown.”
“Ryder, that’s silly. I don’t want to sleep by myself. And lord knows we both like to fuck in the morning.”
Ryder shook his head. “Don’t start, Sierra. I love you and I’ll see you tomorrow night. You behave while I’m gone.” She started to speak. “Shhh. You be a good girl. Misbehave while I’m gone or at the wedding, and you’ll be wearing a butt plug all the way to France. Do you understand me?”
“Yes, sir. But I don’t like it.”
He smiled. “I know, baby, but you’re going to accept it like a good girl, aren’t you?”
“Do I have a choice? The least you could have done was leave my vibrator,” she teased.
He swatted her backside, liking the way she jumped.
“What did I tell you about your girlie parts?”
She smiled. “That they belonged to you.”
“Damn straight. And I mean to make good use of them tomorrow night when you are finally Mrs. Malone… you are all right with being Mrs. Malone, aren’t you? I mean you didn’t want to keep using Morgan, or did you?”
“I’ve rarely been as all right about anything as being Mrs. Malone.”
Ryder kissed her one last time. “I love you.”
“I love you more.”
Ryder pulled on his clothes and headed out to his truck to go back to Crooked Creek. It was late, almost midnight and everyone was asleep. There was a blanket of snow on the ground, not unusual for this time of year in Idaho.
He had parked his truck up behind the house as they had unloaded some things for the wedding. With the ground frozen, there was no worry about damaging the landscaping.
Just as he was getting into his truck, Ryder heard a distinctive whistle from the balcony off of their bedroom. He turned to see Sierra standing there—naked. Even though it was dark, there was a full moon and it was easy to see her creamy breasts with their dusky rose areolas and stiff nipples. He had no trouble imagining that she was wet as well.
“Just thought you should see what you’re going to be missing all night, Malone,” she called down to him.
He shook his head and got into the truck. Once he was down on the driveway he phoned her cell.
“Hello lover, wanna change your mind about that bullshit decision to not sleep with me tonight?”
Ryder could tell from her tone of voice she was quite pleased with herself.
“And here I was thinking you’d changed your mind about wanting to be able to sit comfortably on that flight to France.” He chuckled. “That was very naughty, Freckles. You’d better be on your best behavior tomorrow unless you want our wedding night starting with your first spanking as a married lady.”
“Yes, sir,” she said, only the tiniest bit remorseful. “Good night, babe. I love you.”
“I love you more.”
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Ruth was helping Sierra into her dress. The guests had arrived and they could hear people talking, getting drinks and appetizers, and admiring the decorations for the party.
“I’m telling you, baby girl, that man of yours is going to cry when he sees you coming down the stairs.”
“He’d better. I could kill him for leaving last night.”
Ruth smiled. “Oh, you hush. I think it was very romantic and very gallant of him. And lord knows the two of you retired to your bedroom early enough for him to have his way with you several times. Or do you have your way with him?” she teased.
Sierra laughed. “A little bit of both.” She turned and threw her arms around Ruth. “I’m so happy. He is here, right?”
“Yes, he is. And the first thing he did was make note that your truck was here and then checked to make sure Joker was in his stall. Now, let’s get you into this dress and get you married to that man of yours.”
Sierra turned back around so Ruth could lace her into the dress. The designer in Boise had created an amazing dress. The weight and color of the fabric had been perfect for a winter wedding. She had cut her mother’s sheath dress so that it was a figure-hugging strapless sheath with a sweetheart neck and corseted back. The fitted part of the dress came to just below Sierra’s ass and showed it off to its best advantage. From that point, the dress flared out in a beautiful silk that matched the color of her mother’s dress perfectly. There was a raised design of abstract roses covering the entire bottom of the gown. The result was sensual, elegant, and comfortable.
Ruth had arranged part of Sierra’s blonde mane on top of her head in a loose, bohemian style with ribbons of pearls and rhinestones from her mother’s dress woven throughout. The rest of her hair had been left long in soft waves. The veil was a light filmy gossamer fabric gathered at the back of her head and secured by two of the rhinestone buttons from her mother’s wedding coat.
The overall look was romantic with a nod toward both her mother and her own eclectic style.
When Sierra had turned to look in the full-length mirror, she had let out a small gasp and then giggled with excitement.
