Contents
Title Page
About This Book
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Copyright Page
By Megan Michaels
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Epilogue
By Megan Michaels
From The Author
Renegade’s Captive
Megan Michaels
About This Book
A kidnapped woman, rescued by a hero… but could her hero rescue her from her dark desires too?
For headstrong, newly married Minnie, the long trip across the American prairie was arduous enough. But her rescue by the heroic US Marshal, Silas, only made things more complicated. She’d married her hero — and thought she was well on the way to her much-deserved happily ever after.
Life was never that simple though. Yes, Silas, the gruff alpha male with a very dirty mouth, a heart of gold, and a spanking hand of steel had won her freedom, but her kidnapping ordeal had awakened something else within her. Something dark. Something forbidden. A twisted desire she didn’t understand.
It was a need to relive her experience, to reenact her capture, to feel her surrender all over again.
A US Marshal’s first duty was to protect, to serve those he was charged with watching over. And nothing gave Silas more pleasure that watching over, protecting — and strictly correcting — the sassy, chestnut haired beauty named Minnie. So much so, that he’d made her his wife.
But their sexual dynamic had evolved, intensified, become something much deeper than merely that between man and wife. The kidnap and capture games he and his gorgeous wife enjoyed only brought them closer, even as they stirred within him primitive dominant urges, desires which might prove too dangerous to control.
It had become a burning fire he feared could consume the both of them.
Traveling to Green River, Wyoming offered more than a fresh start for them. It offered somewhere the two new lovers could find themselves — and find a place they could build a new life together.
The great wide open was a harsh, unforgiving place, but with the able and loyal help of their friends, Angus and Clara, they intended to conquer it. Planting a new homestead was but the beginning of their challenges in the hardscrabble west though. The lawless frontier offered much more than opportunity, and a fresh start.
It offered hardship, and conflict, anguish.
And at every turn, a chance to lose much more than your way…
Publisher’s Note: This book can be read as a standalone. Enjoyment of the novel will be enhanced by reading the previous entries in the Widow Wagon series, but it’s not necessary.
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Copyright © 2016 by Megan Michaels
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This book is a work of fiction. The characters, incidents and dialogues are products of the author’s imagination and as such, any similarity to existing persons, places or events must be considered purely coincidental.
This book contains content that is not suitable for readers aged 17 and under.
For mature readers only.
Published in the United States of America.
First Electronic Edition: October 2016
By Megan Michaels
The Service & Submission Series:
Finding Submission
Mastering Inga
My Russian Master
Colorado Christmas
The Widow Wagon Series:
Second Chances
More Than She Bargained For
Cinch Your Saddle
Renegade’s Captive
The Desiring The Forbidden Series
Desiring The Forbidden
His Sassy Girl
Carnal Indulgence
Published By Stormy Night Publications
What Naughty Little Girls Get
The Little Princess Cruise
Chapter 1
No air. Need to breathe.
Hands. Hands squeezing.
Panic.
Minnie had startled awake to rough, callused hands squeezing her slim neck. She could barely breathe, becoming dizzier as the seconds ticked by.
Where is my husband?
She needed Silas. She tried turning her head to find her new husband, but the captor wouldn’t let her. He knelt, a boney knee pressing into her back.
Is it possible this is one of the renegades?
She’d been captured by three renegades a few weeks ago, one of which was Silas, a US Marshall. But she’d watched the two men go to jail and knew they wouldn’t be able to get her.
Unless they’d escaped. Did they break free?
Before she blacked out from a lack of oxygen, she needed to kick this man off and wrestle herself away from him, screaming for help. Minnie had tried yelling earlier, but the lack of air and pressure on her neck prevented anything but a small gurgle from rising from her throat.
She bent her arm, raising her elbow, forcefully pounding it into her assailant’s ribs.
He groaned, shifting his body to slap her backside hard enough that it sounded like a gunshot in the quiet, dark prairie.
She stiffened momentarily reacting to the sharp sting, twisting her body, bringing her feet up to kick him—anywhere. She didn’t care where she injured him at this point. She would then run in search of Silas or Angus, the wagon master of the Widow Wagon. They’d save her.
A loud umph filled the air as her tiny foot met with soft flesh. If it hadn’t been for the darkness, she would have seen who the villain was, but as much as she struggled, she couldn’t see anything.
He flipped her effortlessly onto her stomach, pushing up the flannel nightgown, exposing her bare bottom to the crisp night air.
Minnie clawed at the sheets and blankets, trying to crawl her way through the inky darkness to safety. She bucked her hips in a desperate attempt to get away—to no avail. It was then that she felt herself succumbing to the lack of oxygen, white stars appearing under her closed eyelids. In one last ditch effort, she flailed her arms, screeching behind his hand tightly covering her mouth.
The now out of breath aggressor yanked her up onto her knees, leaving her bottom obscenely open to his ministrations. In this position, she felt like a human sacrifice, exposed with a total loss of her will. Minnie continued to fight, struggling against the fear of him taking her—forcing himself upon her.
The deep, rumbling voice whispered slowly into her ear. “Minnie, sweetheart, it’s me. It’s Silas.” He released her neck, taking his hands from her face, lightly kissing the back of her neck, nibbling on her ear.
Silas. Her husband, protector, and rescuer.
“Oh, God… I… I thought… Oh Lord.” She gasped for air between her words. She heard the rustle of material behind her; she looked over her shoulders to see his hard cock released from behind his pants.
Although Minnie had protested, struggling against his ministrations, she could feel her juices pooling at the lip
s of her pussy; she thoroughly rejoiced in his treatment.
Silas’s cock teased, pressing against her sex, gliding through her slick pussy. Minnie pushed back, urging him to enter, her clit throbbing. His large hands cupped her dangling breasts; he plumped and squeezed them roughly, plucking her nipples, making them ache with need.
Minnie endeavored to move, wanting to lie on her back and see his face.
“Nuh-uh. You stay like this—your captor wants to see your ass, taking you against your will.”
Her clit jumped. Her captor—Her renegade captor.
“Yes, Sir.”
He thrust into her with one shove, up to the hilt, causing her to grunt with the force. The pounding rocked her harshly; she fisted the sheets to keep from being shoved off the makeshift mattress. The wheels and chains rattled on the covered wagon, awakening some, if not all, of the other pioneers going west to Oregon. But Minnie couldn’t drum up a whit of care for them. Her focus and concern were now upon the climb to her release. Her quim milked and squeezed him, her hips thrusting, meeting the rhythm of his hips slapping her backside.
“Oh!” Minnie couldn’t contain her exclamation, her arousal heightened with their capture play.
The moist sounds of sex mixed with the chains clanking outside against the worn wood of the wagon, carrying her higher and higher toward her orgasm. When Silas pushed a finger into her little back hole, she rose up onto her hands growling and squeezing him so hard he growled in response, her body quaked and shuddered with her orgasm, her pussy holding him in a vice-like grip.
He hissed through his teeth, his hot seed spilling into her, pistoning with each spurt of his hot cum.
Minnie let her legs collapse from under her, landing onto her belly, his weight pleasantly pressing into her, his hot quickened breath on her neck. They lay quietly, each regaining a measure of normalcy.
Slipping out of her, Silas rolled onto his back, pulling her to rest upon his chest. “So, tell me, Little Captive, did you enjoy your kidnapping?”
“Yes, Sir. But… how did you leave the wagon without me knowing?”
He chuckled, tucking a wisp of her hair behind her ear. “My dear, you fall asleep quickly. I’ve learned that nothing wakes you up except this within the first hour you’re asleep. I slipped out as soon as your breathing became measured.”
“Don’t you think… do you think I’m deranged because of this?”
“No.” The sharpness of his response set her stomach aflutter. “I don’t believe that you’re deranged at all. Do you think I am? Because I like playing this as much as you do.” He held her chin between his finger, not letting her look in a different direction.
“No, Sir.”
“All right then.” He let her chin go. “Then we were meant for each other. No one has to know about our sex games. We don’t do this for anyone’s approval. At least, I don’t. Do you seek approval from others for what we do in privacy?”
Minnie couldn’t help but gasp. Just the thought of any of her friends or the other pioneers knowing her desires embarrassed her. “No, Sir. I don’t want anyone knowing.”
“Then it’s solved. We’ll continue doing what makes you drip with need and my cock turn to steel.” Silas pressed her head to his shoulder, playing with the silky strands, softly stroking her back.
“There’s one thing I’ll have to do tomorrow, though.”
“Mmmm?” She murmured, not lifting her head.
“Explain to everyone why the wagon was rocking with chains clanking like it was a ghost in the night. I’m pretty sure we woke up everyone out here, including the livestock.”
“Oh, Silas. How on earth will I face the women tomorrow?” Minnie felt her cheeks warming with her blush. Margie and Clara were excited that she’d met Silas, but this would be… just beyond humiliating, and the other women in the wagon train would be talking, casting shameful glances her way.
“Hey.” Silas waited for her attention to return to him. “You’ll have no trouble from the women of the Widow Wagon. Angus seems to have a tight rein on them, and if you have any trouble with the other ladies, you tell me directly. I won’t hesitate to talk to their husbands. The last thing we need is trouble from the women.”
“Yes, Sir.”
* * *
Minnie lay quietly upon his chest, his rhythmic breathing soothing her. She wondered why she liked being captured, agonizing over what was wrong with her. But, that first night with Silas, he had told the other renegades that he’d be taking her.
Running out of the room hoping to find the sheriff, Minnie had run down to the saloon in only her chemise, corset, and bloomers. Silas had scooped her up as if she were a small child, tucking her against his hip, carrying her up the stairs telling the patrons that she liked “capture games.”
Silas had known that the other two renegades would be listening at the hotel door or looking through the window, anxious to hear her struggle, crying out during her violation. Throwing her onto the bed, he covered her body with his own, whispering into her ear that he was a US Marshall and that he would not be taking her that night.
After the relief that he would not only be saving her from the renegades but also not spoiling her reputation, Minnie became quickly aware of having a strong male body pressing against her body. It must have been where the seed of loving capture came into play.
Her great US Marshall with his long brown hair, bulging muscles, and brawny arms had no problem picking her up, manhandling and carrying her partially naked body up the stairs—or anywhere else for that matter.
If she had to pinpoint when she liked the feeling of being taken by a stranger, being held against her will, and the prospect of forced sex, that would be the time frame; her kidnapping would be it. She and Silas had slept that night in the bed at the tavern. He had comforted her, protecting her from Red and Kane. Those men were the foulest creatures she’d laid eyes upon. They smelled of dirt and body odor, along with the spitting that accompanied chewing tobacco. If Silas hadn’t fought to be her captor, she would have surely been raped by those scoundrels.
It’s funny how things work out. Disobeying Angus’s rule about not being alone due to renegades and Shoshone Indians had brought her together with her husband. Silas had paddled her backside several times since then. Hell, before she even knew his name, he’d whipped her bottom for biting him on the leg so hard she drew blood. Minnie had been trained as a small child to be a fighter. She wasn’t going to leave willingly with those wretched men. She fought them tooth and nail, and sitting on an aching hind-end gave her a measure of fear with Silas, which was just the way he had planned it too. He told her later that getting her to listen to him and do as he ordered was imperative and he could tell right off that she wasn’t the obeyin’ kind.
Although they hadn’t been together for long and she had said she’d wait to marry him, once they were on the trail again, Minnie had decided to marry him. She came to the realization that she couldn’t stand the thought of not being with Silas. They had stopped at the first little town, found a preacher, and become man and wife. Angus remembered to send a wire to Idaho Territory for Tom Ferris so he wouldn’t be looking for his mail order bride.
Now the newly married couple was steadily making their way to Silas’s home in Green River, Wyoming, to meet his parents and settle down to their homestead. She still hadn’t mastered following orders, but having Clara as an example helped. Clara had her moments, but overall, she submitted to Angus with nary a word. Minnie wondered if she’d ever be able to do that. Clara assured her that she had spent a good deal of time over her first husband’s lap and still spent more time over Angus’s than she wanted to talk about. But to the rest of the Widow Wagon, she seemed compliant.
But the kidnapping games they played at night in their tent—Minnie hadn’t told anyone about them. Even if she wanted to, she didn’t have a clue how she would tell someone that she wanted to feel like she was taken against her will. That the adrenalin rush, the choking, and ro
ugh handling excited Minnie—made her body thrum with anticipation and excitement. In addition to her heart racing and body sweating, her arousal dripped from her pussy, coating her thighs in a desperate need and hope that his large, muscled body would slam her body, slamming her against the hard dirt floor of the tent or over the trunk of clothes, thrusting his penis into her, ravaging her ass.
Minnie liked it best when he took her from behind, not knowing who her assailant was, just his hot, turgid cock thrusting into her, impaling her so roughly she felt like he’d split her in two. Her mewls and cries, although muffled through his hand, rented the silence of the night.
Her hips jerked thinking about these things. Silas moaned in his sleep. Even asleep, his subconscious responded to her arousal. He pulled her into his chest murmuring, “You okay, Minnie?”
“Yes, Sir.” She knew he wasn’t awake, and he’d have no memory of it in the morning either. She kissed the hollow of his neck, deeply breathing in his manly scent. She couldn’t remember ever feeling this safe. In his arms, nothing could touch her.
Chapter 2
Silas stood by the fire sipping his first cup of coffee, feeling a little more exhausted this morning after the previous night’s escapades. He left Minnie still asleep, cuddled under the blankets in the wagon; he’d wake her up in a few minutes.
“You two were a little noisy last night, don’t ya think?” Angus elbowed him in the rib gently, a deep chuckle rumbling in his chest.
Feeling a blush rise on his face, Silas looked over, unsure how to respond. “I guess. I tried to keep my hand over her mouth so it wouldn’t be so noisy. Guess I didn’t succeed.”
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