by Piper Stone
The moment I felt his hand brush against my wetness, I shuddered, wanting nothing more than to scream. Instead, I moaned like some wanton girl who’d begged to be taken by a dominating man. I wasn’t that girl. I didn’t need a man.
Hell, I didn’t even crave them.
Liar. Big fat liar.
The little voice was already nagging me, a reminder that I’d fantasized about him, but not this way. Not so brutal and savage and beastlike and...
My thoughts were all over the place as the tip of his cock pushed past my pussy lips, spreading them, requiring my submission.
I would never surrender to a man like him. Never.
Then why are you so aroused?
Some days, I hated my inner voice.
“Oh!” The single word escaped my mouth as his cock was pressed further inside, my pussy muscles clamping around the thick invasion as if wanting this. I was in some kind of shock, even as the electricity we so obviously shared jetted through me like rocket fuel.
He wasn’t gentle as he thrust all the way inside, his body shaking from the effort, the powerful roar he issued swimming into my ears.
This was primal.
Carnal.
A man taking a woman he possessed.
And I knew that nothing would ever be the same between us.
“Oh. God!” I was unable to process what was going on as he plunged his cock deep inside over and over again. My heart raced, my body remaining tense but the sensations rocketing through me were incredible. I didn’t want this man.
I refused to accept just how much I enjoyed what he was doing.
Yet he fucked me savagely, the rough pads of his fingers digging into my skin, yanking at all my rational thoughts. Images floated into my mind, Neanderthal in nature.
“Uh. Uh. Uh.” The brutality of what he was doing would never be forgotten. I would find a way to get even.
You’ve always hungered for him.
Always was a huge word and not acceptable. I certainly didn’t want this, but there was no way of breaking free.
“Hot little pussy. Almost as saucy as that mouth of yours,” he whispered as he fisted my hair, yanking me away from the top of the desk.
“Not as hot as when I have your cock in my mouth and I bite it off.”
He smacked my ass with his hand then ground his hips against me, shoving his shaft even deeper. The angle stole my breath, the way he thrust harder and faster forcing stars to float in front of my eyes.
God, how I wanted to fight him, giving him a taste of his own medicine.
I was shocked as the dazzling sensations increased and there was nothing I could do; no amount of wiggling to get out of his grasp or trying to shut down the desires threatening to give me away did anything. I was his prisoner.
For now.
Don’t breathe. Don’t think. You don’t want this.
The ugly mantra wasn’t doing any good, my body on overload. Mere seconds later I was pitched into a moment of sheer bliss as my legs began to tingle, prickles shooting up on every inch of my skin. No. No. I was not going to have an orgasm. I was not going to allow my body to betray me even more.
But there was nothing I could do as the climax rushed like a raging tide into every portion of my body, stilling my cells and muscles, the force unlike anything I’d experienced. I shot up from the desk, opening my mouth in yet another silent scream. “Oh...”
“That’s it, come for me, bad cowgirl. Come on my cock.”
The intensity of his brutal plunges slammed me against the edge of the desk, shifting stars and circles of light in front of my eyes. And the single climax turned into a rabid wave, claiming me exactly as the bastard was doing.
“Oh. Oh. Oh!”
Montana gave me no time to rest or enjoy the euphoria, pulling out and sliding the tip up and down the crack of my ass.
“Please,” I moaned, begging; for what I was unsure of.
“Please what, little girl? I’m in control and like I told you, bad girls get fucked in the ass.” There was no pretense, no romancing the moment as he wiggled his cockhead between my aching ass cheeks, finding my dark hole. There was also no pretense as he breached my forbidden place, the one that had never been claimed by another man.
I was in shock, perhaps awe as he pushed past the tight ring of muscle, creating a cataclysm of pain tearing through me. I could no longer think or focus, had no idea even what my name might be. I was being taken by some primitive man.
Becoming his possession.
To take and fuck as he pleased.
“No. No. No.” I realized I’d thrust back, meeting his hard plunge with one of my own.
“Tight. God, so freaking tight. This is exactly what you needed.”
There was no stopping the brute, no way of getting out of his hold. I was reduced to that very bad girl he’d accused me of being. I even allowed myself to enjoy a few seconds as the pain shifted, searing every nerve, sizzling my blood cells.
He was like a crazed animal, the sound of hard fucking, skin slapping against skin permeating the small space.
“Tell me, little cowgirl. Have you always craved having a man take you in the ass, dominating you in every manner?”
“No. No way.”
A snicker left his lips as if he thought I was lying. I had no way of knowing any longer what I wanted or needed. I’d been lost for so long, simply trying to make a life of my own in a sea of garbage. I’d come to Wyoming hoping, praying for a change. Maybe that was never going to happen.
He seemed to unleash his carnal beast, one that I’d always been able to tell had been clawing at the surface. Another round of humiliation washed over me, heat flashes pulsing in my body and all the while pussy juice trickled down my legs.
Giving me away.
He continued fucking me, smacking my ass every few seconds, a not so subtle reminder that this was my punishment for a crime committed.
I heard the change in his breathing, scattered and husky. The man was close to coming. I did the only thing I could do, just to get this over with.
I squeezed my muscles.
“Fuck. Yes. Oh...” His roar was loud, filling the entire space.
When he erupted, there was no escaping the path of his hot cum filling me. The second he let go of my hair, I dropped my head, riddled with shame.
I expected him to back away instantly, freeing me of my penance. Instead, he pulled me away from the desk, sliding his hand around and cupping my mound. A single finger flicked back and forth across my clit as he leaned in, his lips brushing against the skin on my neck.
“Imagine what happens to good little girls who follow the rules.”
I blinked, clamping down on the wave of electricity as he continued fingering me, fearful I’d come again.
He eased back, patting me on the ass. “Now, you’re going to get dressed and come into the kitchen. I’ll be waiting. Oh, and Holland.”
I waited for the other shoe to drop.
“Don’t disappoint me. There’s a hell of a lot more punishment where that came from. I won’t care where we are or who’s watching. I don’t care how much you beg me for mercy. You’re not getting any. I’ll drag you over my knee, whipping your naked ass in front of ten thousand people if necessary. You are going to learn to obey. And trust me, I will establish strict rules that you’re going to follow. Any questions?”
I was afraid I’d blubber if I attempted to answer. Instead, I shook my head like some damn bobble-head doll. This wasn’t like me in the least. Then again, I’d never had a strong, rugged man call my bluff.
And he’d done so in spades.
I heard the clomping of his boots, the tinkling of the brass on his buckle as he walked out of the room.
Leaving me half naked.
Leaving me well spanked.
And leaving me well fucked.
Bastard.
Chapter Three
Montana
Opinionated, arrogant little brat.
That’s exa
ctly what she was. I refused to tolerate her behavior. I couldn’t believe she’d had the nerve to break into my freaking house. Who in the hell did that kind of thing? And all to snatch a look at my training videos? I wasn’t buying it. There had to be more.
Why did you fuck her, bonehead?
I rolled my eyes, my conscience flaring, guilt pooling into my already tense muscles. I wasn’t that kind of guy. The impulse had been overwhelming. The need taking me over the edge. I’d never felt that kind of blazing desire burning deep within me. I was a beast and nothing more.
Damn sad thing was I liked it.
Maybe it was the exotic scent of her perfume and pussy filling my nostrils, leaking into my brain had been the cause. Maybe the way she filled out a tee shirt like nobody’s business another. Definitely the aggressive way she attempted to corral a bull had at least something to do with it.
Possess.
Train.
Own.
Yeah, as if that was really going to happen. I rubbed my jaw, contemplating all the nasty things I could do to her. She did need to learn a few lessons. She definitely required strict discipline.
I paced the floor, cognizant that my actions could get me into trouble. Then again, how? Holland had indeed broken into my home in the middle of the night. I’d caught her red-handed. Yeah. I huffed, giving myself a mental high five. I’d done the right thing in spanking her... naked... gorgeous bottom until it was flaming red.
Swallowing hard, I stalked toward the cabinet, yanking out the bottle of bourbon. As if I needed another drink. The celebration at the local bar had gone on far too long, something I never allowed to happen. Not only was there another night of competition, but I had to work early in the morning. The last thing I needed was a hangover.
From booze or sex.
Fuck it.
I poured a partial glass then added more of the amber liquid, swirling the glass several times before taking a huge gulp. Was it courage I needed? And did I really think I was going to wash her mouth out with soap?
Well, if it quieted the bucking bronco and made the last night on the circuit any easier, then yeah, I would. I closed my eyes, holding the thick glass to my forehead, trying to calm my nerves. Why did this girl in particular get to me so badly? I could have my share of women, I suppose. All the chicks who followed me on Instagram and my Facebook page, all the ones who sent me love letters, even the ones who’d tossed their panties into the arena. They were certainly looking for a hookup.
Except they didn’t give a shit about Montana Cobalt. They only cared about Cobra and all the supposed activities and brawn that went along with the ridiculous nickname. Some asshole from the press had coined the phrase after one particular grueling rodeo and it had stuck. Few people would ever know how much I hated it. The entire cowboy gig had required a persona, a larger than life action hero who could save the world by riding a bull for eight seconds flat.
I took another gulp, cognizant that I’d just heard the sounds of careful footsteps. If the girl thought she was getting out of my house without a formal discussion, she had another think coming. I put the drink on the counter and leaned against the cold granite edge, folding my arms. Even in her rather disheveled state, she was gorgeous.
Her long copper hair glimmered in the dim lighting, the freshly fucked look soothing her pensive features. She stood as far away as possible and still be considered inside the kitchen, her expression one of fury. However, I could tell she was still aroused by the way her nipples were poking through the thin tee shirt.
If she’d noticed, she certainly wasn’t embarrassed by her condition. Then again, we had just fucked. Well, I’d been the one to do the fucking. And we hadn’t even kissed. I resisted snickering. There was no sense in being an asshole.
“Come here,” I commanded, nodding at the floor just in front of me. “You have a date with a bar of soap for that mouth of yours.”
“So you’ve told me. I think you’ve done enough. Don’t you?” she asked in a casual manner. Her defiance had returned but the flush on her cheeks remained.
I simply lifted a single eyebrow, doing nothing else.
“You really are an asshole.” She stormed closer, clomping her cowboy boots as she walked. She was pushing all the buttons and I had the distinct feeling she was doing it on purpose just to goad me.
The girl didn’t know what I was made of or the shit I dealt with on a day to day basis. When she was finally a foot in front of me, only then did I walk toward one of the cabinets, praying I had anything like a bar of soap in the house. I heard her half laughing as I spent far too long searching through the limited supplies.
“I can just come back.”
Everything about the girl riled me as well as tightened my balls. My cock hadn’t stopped throbbing from the moment I’d pulled out of her. I was already hungering for more, including burying my face in her pretty little pussy. The thought was ridiculous. We certainly weren’t going to start some kind of relationship. I had no time for a girlfriend.
My hand wrapped around a single travel size bar of Ivory soap, obviously left over from some business trip. “I found what I need.”
When I held it into the light, only then did she seem nervous, but to her credit, she didn’t move. The girl had a set of balls bigger than the majority of men on the circuit. I’d heard the way the cowboys talked about her; some disgusted that a woman had taken a man’s spot on the team and others hungry to fuck her brains out.
If they only knew what had occurred between us. Nah. No one would believe a surly goat like me would have anything to do with her.
I took deliberate and very slow steps in her direction, taking my time peeling away the wrapper.
“Why are you like this?” she asked as she watched me intently.
“Like what, dealing with a criminal?”
She sighed and I could tell even out of the corner of my eye just how nervous she was. I’d had no intention of turning her in, even to my buddy the sheriff, but her nervousness was on an entirely different level. Maybe she really was a criminal, hiding out in Cheyenne.
“Fine. I’m sorry I broke into your house. It was the wrong thing to do. I really do care about learning more and I’ve been trying but as you might have guessed, very few of the cowboys will give me the time of day.”
“Because they don’t think you belong on the circuit. They’re right.”
“To hell with you!”
“Listen to me. Bull riding is a dangerous sport. We’re talking thousands of pounds of all muscle ready to stomp or gore you to death and they honestly don’t give a shit who you are or what kind of attitude you have. One wrong move and you die. Don’t you get that?”
“I can do it.”
Sighing, I bit back a series of guttural exclamations. She didn’t get it. That was the problem. “I don’t want to argue right now. We made a deal and that’s that.”
“That’s that? You aren’t God or the executioner.”
Interesting words for her to choose. “No, but right now, I’m your master and if you don’t learn to respect me then your bottom is going to stay inflamed. Got it?”
Nodding several times, she laughed bitterly and in the sexiest move that forced my cock at full attention, she brushed her hand through her long mane. I allowed myself to envision tangling my fingers in her hair, tugging brutally as she called out my name.
That was never going to happen. We were oil and water.
“I’ll have you know that I’ve ridden in three rodeos besides this one, even placing second in one in Missoula.” She smiled provocatively. “Yeah, this little bad girl all the cowboys think shouldn’t be here.”
“I figured you for some city slicker.” The single flash of her eyes told me I’d struck a nerve. She instantly tried to cover it up, pursing her lips before retorting.
“I grew up in Colorado, learned ropin’ and ridin’ by the time I was ten. I deserve to be here. And as I said, I was simply trying to learn some of your techniques, sin
ce you are considered the best. At something.”
The comment was meant to cut me to the core and while I was aggravated, instantly bristling like I usually did, I brushed it off. She had props after all. Perhaps she could make a name for herself on the circuit. I turned on the water, sliding the bar under the stream, wondering what in the hell I’d gotten myself into. “I think you forgot something.”
She clenched her jaw.
I had no other choice but to drag her over my arm, smacking her ass several times.
“Ouch. Don’t!”
“I explained about respect, but you don’t seem to care.” I issued several more, the sting in my hand more exciting than it should be.
She wiggled, moaning as she tried to get out of my grasp. “Okay. I’ve learned my lesson. I respect you. I do. Really. Okay?”
I refused to stop, swatting her several more times on one side then the other. She certainly didn’t seem to be getting a clue. Only when she went limp in my arms did I stop, pulling her to a standing position. “I’m serious about this. You might think I’m joking, Holland, but you’re going to find that I don’t joke about business or pleasure. You belong to me, every inch of you, including your obedience and respect. The sooner you grasp this, the better off you’re going to be.”
Even though her eyes narrowed, her mouth twisting, she nodded over and over again.
“I can’t hear you,” I said under my breath.
“Yes, I’ll obey your every command.”
“That’s more like it. We’re going to finish this.” While fire burned deep within, exhaustion was also settling in, a reminder that I wasn’t as young as I used to be.
Holland kept her arms folded as she moved closer to the sink, sticking out her lower lip in a pouting manner. She was certainly the drama queen.
“Open your mouth and stick out your tongue.”
“Would you really call the sheriff?” This time, there was softness in her tone, even a hint of fear.
“You bet I would. I don’t take kindly to liars, cheaters, and thieves. Now, open your mouth. I don’t think you want me to do it for you.”
