Cam glanced over her dance partner's shoulder for what had to be the hundredth time. Butterflies the size of bats seemed to have taken up permanent residence in her stomach.
The thought of her daring plan had her shaking, but thankfully, the heavy beat of the music covered it. She still couldn't believe she'd had the nerve to do it, but really, he'd left her no choice.
The heavy doors of the Red Cactus swung open to admit another group of rowdy cowboys out on a Friday night, ready to spend some of their hard earned wages. All of them were handsome, but none of them was the cowboy she was waiting for.
She was on the verge of giving up when he walked in. Her gut clenched, her knees got weak, and breathing became damn near impossible. Cam cursed silently at her body's response, but it had been like this since she'd first laid eyes on Spence McCormick when she was twelve years old. The crush had been instant and all consuming. He was the older brother of her best friend, which had turned out to be as much a blessing as a curse; being near him yet having him only think of her as a kid burned as she grew older. But then she'd gone off to college, followed by law school, and an internship. It was a lot of time away, and she thought she had finally outgrown her childhood crush.
That had all lasted about as long as it took her best friend and infamous older brother to burst into the storefront Cam had rented to start her law practice upon moving back home. Natalie McCormick was the very image of cowgirl, but it was Spence's tall, muscled cowboy frame that held her attention. Just as simple as that. Nothing had changed. Including how he felt about her.
In his eyes, she was still a kid. That would never do.
Cam spent the following few weeks letting him see just how much of a kid she wasn’t. She and Natalie had partied hard. She’d dressed in her sluttiest clothes and all but thrown herself at anything in jeans whenever Spence was around. She’d thought it had worked last Saturday when he’d drug her out into the parking lot of the rowdy cowboy bar and told her in no uncertain terms that she was to stop behaving like a brat. She was to take herself home and behave, or else.
“Piss off, Spence McCormick!” she’d shot back, despite the fact that her legs were shaking so badly they could hardly hold her up. Backing down was not an option. “I don’t answer to you or any other man. I’ll do what I want, when I want.”
“You’ve got a dirty mouth, brat. If anyone needed a keeper, it’s you.” They were toe to toe and gathering a crowd.
“You think you’re man enough to try?” It was a bold challenge, but it was what she’d been after for as long as she’d known how things worked between a man and a woman.
Spence sucked in his breath. It took everything he had not to take her up on her blatant offer. She was too young for him, he kept telling himself, but oh-so-tempting. So young and so full of passion. It would be like taming a wild filly. He’d ride her hard, but never break her spirit.
In the end, he’d forced her into a cab, told her to stay home, “or else,” and then he went home to jack off.
So she was here tonight for one last attempt and to find out just what that “or else” entailed. She had a good idea, thanks to the dirty magazines she and Nat had found in the bottom of his sock drawer when they were kids. Just thinking about it got her wet. She knew she was acting like the brat he’d called her and was hoping she’d finally push him over the edge. If being here didn’t do it, her outfit would. The short, flirty skirt barely covered the curve at the base of her ass, and the deep “V” of her lace-up corset top dipped so low between the full globes of her tits that her dance partner could see the shining glint of her belly button ring. The strappy, spiked heals had “come fuck me” written all over them. And if that didn’t do, the way she was out shaking her ass on the dance floor would.
When he spotted her, the temperature in the room seemed to shoot up about a dozen degrees, and the dancers parted like the red sea as he made his way towards her. Spence had a reputation for being the biggest and baddest cowboy around, and no one dared challenge him. The young man she’d been dancing with saw Spence’s face and stepped back from her as if she had the plague.
“Damn, brat, you’d try the patience of a saint, and lord knows I’m no saint,” he growled, his fiery blue eyes sparked as they swept up and down her scantily clad body. “I think you and I need to have a little talk.” And with out another word, he tossed her over his shoulder as if she weighed no more than an old sack of feed and strolled out of the bar.
Secretly, Cam was elated. It seemed as if her plan was starting to work, but she couldn’t let him know that. “Put me down you big ape,” she screeched, kicking wildly as her long, auburn hair tumbled into her face and the short skirt fluttered up, baring her round, g-string-split butt to the rough palm of his hand.
“Behave,” he said, delivering a stinging swat with that big, rough hand as he headed for his pick-up truck.
Cam gave a squeak of fear as it suddenly occurred to her that she might just have bitten off more than she could chew. She wasn’t a virgin by a long shot, but the pretty boys she was used to from her days in law school didn’t seem to reside in the same species as Spence.
She landed in the cab of his truck with an “umph” and scrambled for the door, rethinking her brazen plan. But he moved fast for a man his size, catching her by the scruff of her shirt even as he slid behind the truck’s wheel.
“Sit down and shut up brat,” he ordered. “You’ve been asking for this for weeks, so let’s just hope you can handle what you got coming. I warned you last week, and your lips are going to feel a hell of a lot better around my cock than on the back of my hand.”
He threw the truck into gear and sent gravel flying as he plowed out of the parking lot.
The ride back to his ranch seemed far too short for the miles she knew they covered. She’d expected him to take her into the sprawling farmhouse, but instead, he continued to drive around to the back of the ranch, right up to the old barn. “You want to act like one of my mares in heat, then I’ll treat you like one,” he growled, dragging her into the large, hay-scented building.
Pulling up her bravado despite her growing unease, she retorted, “And what, you think you’re man enough to play stud?” It was a challenge she knew he couldn’t refuse.
Pinning her against the rough plank wall, he fisted her hair, yanking her head back, forcing her to meet his wild, blue eyes. He kissed her hard and hot. Forcing her lips wide, he took her tongue and all but raped her mouth before drawing back.
“Oh baby girl, by the time I’m done with you, you’re going to be begging me to fuck you. Now get those slutty clothes off.” He shoved her towards the center of the barn.
Cam stared at him dumbfounded. Was he serious? He sure as hell looked serious, but now that the moment of truth was here, she couldn’t seem to make herself move. It was what she’d wanted for more years than she’d care to admit: his dominance, his wicked loving. Yet, suddenly her limbs seemed to go numb.
Sensing her shock, he stamped over to her and caught the front of her shirt and ripped it from her shivering body in one, quick yank. Cam let out a gasp as her large breasts bounced free. Reaching out, he tweaked the coral pink tips, causing them to harden in anticipation.
“Not having second thoughts are you?” he teased, taking in her shiver.
The sane part of her brain wanted to say yes, but her libido was taking over. She might be scared but she wanted what was coming. Resolutely she shook her head no.
“Then get your clothes off,” he ordered again, though this time his voice was smooth and seductive, and she could tell he was fighting not to smile.
With shaking hands she slid the barely-there skirt down over the curve of her hips and let it pool around her ankles. Next came the piece of lace parading as underwear. With a final gulp, she kicked them aside and knelt to pull off her strappy shoes. His gruff voice stopped her.
“No, leave the shoes.” She could tell that he liked the way they screamed, “Come fuck me!”
“Turn around.”
Cam stuck her chin in the air, proud of the fact that he was finally seeing her as the woman she was. She turned in a slow circle, enjoying the feel of his eyes on her.
He was nodding in approval. “God, your beautiful!” he rasped, transfixed for a moment before he took a deep breath and moved to the wall of the barn. He pulled a long leather strap from its hooks. He used this to bind her wrist and hooked them high above her head on a bolt anchored in the barns rafters. She couldn’t help but wonder how many other women he’d brought there. But that didn’t matter. She was here now, and here, she intended to stay.
He moved away, and she heard him rustling behind her. She strained to see what he was doing. Her breath caught in her throat as she saw him draw out several of the devices he used to train the horses. She recognized the riding crop, flogger, and bullwhip. Shivers chased each other down her spine as he lined up the erotic devices on the worktable behind her. Cam bit her lip to keep from whimpering. She had dreamed about being his slave for so long. The quiver in her pussy made her shake with need. Unable to resist, she squeezed her thighs together, savoring the pressure on her clit.
“Keep your legs spread,” he ordered, noting her actions with a hidden smile. He’d been fighting his attraction to her since he’d stepped into her office weeks ago, and she’d been enjoying his torment way too much. Now it was time for a little pay back. There would be no relief for her until she begged for his cock. And he knew he would have to stoke her passion to a fever pitch for that. “Time to play, little girl. Green means you’re good, yellow means you need to slow down, and red means you need to stop. Other than that, I don’t want to hear anything more from you other than ‘please’ and ‘thank you.’ Understand?”
Cam swallowed and nodded. Now that the moment was here, she couldn’t stop shaking.
He circled around her and she blinked at the long, lethal-looking, black bullwhip in his hands. She knew the damage that could be done with that wicked device. With a small flick he could separate the flesh from her body, leaving her a bloody pulp, or he could deliver just the slightest kiss of pleasure. She didn’t doubt that he knew what he was doing and didn’t doubt for a minute that he’d never hurt her, but that didn’t take the thrill from it.
He disappeared behind her, and she heard the whistle of the whip as it snapped through the air just before a hot sting spread across her lower back, too light to really hurt, but just enough to steal her breath. A strangled gasp was ripped from her trembling lips, but it quickly became a moan of pleasure as he gave no quarter. The light, well placed blows continued to rain down, leaving pale pink welts in her skin, scattered from her delicately boned shoulders to the generous curve of her ass. She danced under the gentle barrage, moving with the tide of the whip as it flowed towards her, spreading heat over her body, the waves all centered on her quivering pussy. She could feel the liquid heat of her desire wetting her thighs.
Then he was there behind her, pressing his hard cock into the plump, stinging curve of her ass, whispering huskily into her ear. “You’re so beautiful, baby. Your skin is so pale that the lightest touch makes it glow. What color are you? Can you take more?”
Cam shivered as the heat of his breath waved across her sensitive skin. She was so eager, wanting nothing more than to be fucked. “Green! Oh Please,” she whimpered.
“Please what?” he pressed, wanting to force the words from her.
“I…” she stammered, “I need to come. Please Spence, please.” She writhed against him. She felt his knowing smile as he whispered in her ear, “Not yet, baby.”
And she knew he was only just beginning.
Spence had to step back from his shivering new slave. He’d known how she felt about him for years, but he’d never imagined her response would be so perfect. She was so hot and so eager. It was all he could do not to grab her legs and wrap them around his waist, sinking balls-deep in her hot little cunt. He could hardly believe he’d just taken the bullwhip to her and she’d begged for more. Of course, he’d been gentle with her, but then it was never really his intention to hurt her, only take her to that fine line just at the edge of pain.
He couldn’t help but wonder just how far he could go. Not that it mattered. She was his now.
Moving away, he dropped the whip and picked up the spreader bar. Standing in front of her, he held it up. “You know what this is?”
Cam's eyes widened at the device she'd only seen in pictures. Only in her darkest fantasies had she ever imagined wearing one. Taking a deep breath, she nodded, and watched in fascination as he knelt to fasten it in place. An electric shock seemed to shoot up from her ankle as he carefully clicked the lock shut, and she was grateful for the leather strap holding her up because her knees suddenly felt like jelly. She bit back a groan as the heat rose several more degrees between her legs. Her cunt felt like it was weeping with need.
Noticing her elevated state of arousal, Spence chuckled wickedly, reaching up to trace her glistening slit. Unable to resist, he parted the damp nether lips and swiped his tongue across the swollen bud of her clit, drawing a ragged cry from her.
"Oh gawd, Spence, please,” she begged, completely forgetting his command not to speak unless spoken to. This earned her a sharp smack on her already stinging bottom.
"Quiet, baby. I'm not done punishing you for your behavior these past few weeks. Don't make it worse." He reached out to lightly pinch the now throbbing bundle of nerves nestled between her slick thighs.
A ragged cry was wrenched from her and she arched towards him. Cam bit her lip to keep from begging him. She knew it would do no good, and if he kept touching her like he was, she was going to come anyway. She could already feel the trembling beginnings of her orgasm. But he must have sensed how close she was because he backed off and disappeared from sight, pulling a second ragged groan of frustration from her.
Behind her, she heard him move to pick up something new from his wicked collection, and was certain her eyes were about to pop out of her head when she saw the riding crop in his hand.
He placed the crop to her lips. Instinctively she knew what he wanted. She kissed the supple leather tip. With no further warning, he brought the narrow end down on the soft flesh of her inner thigh, drawing a sharp gasp from her. Then another fell on the opposite thigh, back and forth, setting up a wicked, erotic rhythm as he peppered her tender flesh. Her hips swayed with each blow, creating the appearance of an erotic dance.
Spence felt himself becoming uncomfortably hard at the eagerness of her response. She was making little mewing and gasping noises with each strike, her body writhing to his command. He could imagine her eagerly writhing beneath him as he took her hard and fast, fucking her like a Texas tornado.
Time to prime her. He knew he was getting close himself. Changing the angle of the crop, he delivered a quick, light smack to the saturated lips of her pussy. It landed with a wet, sharp pop.
It hadn't really hurt, but the shock was almost overwhelming. A keening cry exploded from her lips as the wicked little device made contact with her swollen clit. With each blow, she became hotter and wetter, more swollen, her cunt more juicy. Her ragged breathing echoed in the barn as he drew closer and closer to the edge.
Then he was there, the riding crop tossed aside. He was as far over the edge as she. He yanked the spreader bar from her legs and made quick work of the leather ties binding her. She fell limply into his arms, a mass of quivering flesh, on the verge of oblivion.
“Please, oh please,” she whimpered, beyond caring about pride, and Spence was happy to oblige. He pulled her gorgeous, long legs around his waist as his cock nudged the throbbing entrance to heaven.
“Open your eyes,” he ordered, refusing to give her what she so desperately needed.
Cam groaned, but complied, knowing he was completely serious. Their eyes met, clashed. He couldn’t help but admire her fire. She’d taken all he had to give and was begging for more. “You belong to me. I own your hot little body. I am the key to your pleasure. Do you understand? Say it, tell me.”
Cam felt her independent nature threaten to take over. Could she make herself say it? She was desperate for his cock, could feel it large and throbbing, ready to impale her. She wanted to say it. Wanted to say anything that would make him fill her aching hole. But could she get the words past her stubborn trembling lips?
Sensing her hesitation, Spence backed her up, pressing her into the plank wall, then he kissed her again, hard and fierce. When he drew back they were both gasping for air.
Their eyes met, and he growled, “Say it!”
Cam’s throat worked convulsively. The rough wall of the barn worked against her already stinging backside, and the rough muscles and hard planes of Spence’s body worked against the stinging flesh of her thighs. She was alive with sensations. Her body quivering with need, and the key to her desire lay poised at the saturated entrance of her cunt. All she had to do to finally have what she desired was to say a few little words.
And in reality, they were true. But saying them was so damn hard!
Forcing a deep breath into her lungs, she traced the strong line of his jaw with her now free hand. “I’m yours, body, heart, and soul. Always have been, always will be.” Her voice was husky with the desire and emotion he’d rung from her.
“Never forget who your master is,” he rasped, and then he was thrusting inside her with a bruising intensity, her tight body struggling to accommodate his girth as he filled her at last. His lips covered her mouth in a bruising kiss as the rest of his body set up an incredible rhythm, pounding into her, leaving her no choice but to ride the storm.
Cam screamed into his mouth, as his engorged cock slammed into her over and over. She was full beyond anything she’d ever been in her life, stretched, impaled, completely and utterly claimed. She clung to him like a drowning soul, trapped between heaven and hell, so close to ecstasy, but not allowed to come. Her surrender was all consuming. She was completely his.
Spence felt his balls tighten and knew he was close to coming, but it was too soon. Determined to slack the lust that she’d spent days kindling with her bratty behavior, he stepped back from the wall, still cradling her. Dropping to his knees, they landed in the soft, fresh bed of hay. He knew the prickling stuff would torment her sensitive back, bringing her greater pleasure when he finally allowed her to come.
He drew back and caught her ankles, forcing her legs wide, opening her completely to him. Gazing down, he watched his thick cock slide into her fist-tight sheath. She was so tight; he could see the throbbing red skin of her pussy stretched taught around him. He couldn’t help but grin. “Baby, if there’s any doubt who you belong to, you’ll remember it ever time you sit down for the next few days,” he quipped, tracing her tight entrance with a thick, blunt fingertip. “Nothing enters this hot little pussy but me or what I put there. You come to me for your pleasure. I catch you with anyone ever again, and I’ll whip your cute little ass until you can’t sit for a year. I catch you playing with yourself, and I’ll put you over my knee. You don’t come unless I allow it. You belong to me.” And he began to power into her, rocking her with the intensity of his thrust, able to go even deeper with this new position.
Taking her hard and fast, his skillful fingers reaching down to lightly pinch the aching bud of her clit, holding her orgasm at bay as he let his own desire build. Then he was there, and he stroked her, ordering her to come. “Now, baby. Give me your orgasm,” he said, his deep, rough voice carrying them over them the edge. She gave a keening cry when her orgasm hit her.
Cam was past rational thought. Her body was convulsing, squeezing the breath from her lungs. Her ragged cries echoed in the tall barn as she surrendered completely. No orgasm had ever been stronger, more fulfilling, nor more complete for either of them.
Later, they lay curled together, her shapely back pressed to his muscular chest. The light throbbing of her skin and the telltale ache of her pussy were testament to the fierceness of his loving. His rough, work hardened hand lightly stroked the soft curve of her hip.
“You realize I was serious about not letting you go,” he grumbled softly, still shaken by the force of his orgasm.
Cam nodded, feeling him draw her even tighter against him. “But only in the bedroom. I am still my own person with my own mind.”
Spence kissed her affectionately. “I know, baby, and I don’t want a robot, but most woman find my sexual tastes a bit extreme. You sure you’re okay with what just happened?”
“Spence, I’ve known what you liked for years. It only made me hotter. Why do you think I went to so much trouble to seduce you?”
He chuckled, lightly pinching her pink-tinged nipple. “Is that what you call the past few weeks? You’re lucky I didn’t beat your ass worse, brat.” He paused as he slid his hand down the now striped curve of her ass before he added, “Of course, the night is young...”
Originally published August, 2008