40 Explicit Adult Stories

by Heather Hearts

  ***

  A few days passed and Sylvia began to get used to Clint’s rules, which really weren’t all that hard, considering he wasn’t breathing down her neck every five seconds. He gave her space, which she craved and she learned the ropes of the ranch.

  She was a quick learner and Clint was a good, patient teacher.

  Every once and a while, he would spank her as she walked past, but ever since that first time, he had not purposefully done that to hurt her, but she also had done her best not to disobey him.

  Clint was strict with her and she maintained a stubborn sense about her, but they seemed to be coming to an understanding and Sylvia was quickly learning that regardless of whether she would ever admit it or not, she was beginning to like it here. The ranch was different from the city, but even though it didn’t have anything, where the city had everything, she felt freer and happier here than she ever did under her father’s rule.

  Still, she was leery about the cowboy’s intentions. She wasn’t sure what he wanted, but truthfully, the more she got to know him, the more she wasn’t completely sure what she wanted either.

  Then, one night, after dinner, he said, “Clean the dishes and then you are free to go.”

  “Free to go where? The only thing to do in this town is die,” She spat.

  Clint looked at her strangely before he shrugged and brought his dishes to table. Then, he asked, “I’m sorry…I would prefer that you not die, but if you must, you have the freedom to do so until midnight tonight.”

  “Then what? Are you going to send the cavalry after me? Beat me and chain me to your bedpost for a week?”

  He looked at her strangely and answered, “You have a very vivid imagination. I want you home by midnight so you don’t wander off and get eaten by coyotes that tend to hunt this area at night.” He snickered, “You keep sassin’ you’re gonna talk yourself right into a whoopin’ but that’s only because I care about you.” He smirked and gave a short chortle, “I ain’t worried about you leaving here…you’ll never make it anywhere alive that I won’t be able to find you right quick.”

  “Go to hell,” She spat and turned around quickly.

  She didn’t know what she expected, but when all she heard was a slow southern accent answer, “Those dishes are waitin’…” she grit her teeth and moved for the sink.

  Sylvia loaded the dishwasher with a certain sense of gruffness, but Clint didn’t seem to notice. He just grabbed his hat off of the table and moved out into the living room, leaving her alone.

  When she was finished, she moved to walk out of the house, but stopped when she did not hear any voice of objection. “What the hell? Are you waiting till I leave so that you can call the police like my old man, or do you have something even more sinister up your sleeve…maybe a bear trap or something hidden out there on the ranch?”

  Clint stopped, turned towards Sylvia and stared at her with a strange expression before he asked, “Woman, are you crazy? I’m trying to have a peaceful evening. So, unless you want to enjoy it in here with me, preferably quietly, get your beautiful self out of my house.”

  She glared at him, distrustful of the words he chose and his manner of handling the situation. In a way, she wanted him to hit her again, so that she could hate him, because the more time she spent with him, the more she was beginning to like him and that bothered her.

  ***

  That night, Sylvia wanted to go out and see how serious this guy actually was, so she went out and just started to walk around, even though her whole body hurt from the physical labor she had endured all day.

  Still, she wanted to see what the night held for her and so, she walked. She wasn’t even sure that she left the ranch, but that didn’t matter. Just seeing the big, opened, azure sky and the twinkling stars, which cast a fair amount of light over the ranch, illuminating how vast her surrounding area was, she eventually just sat down on the ground and began to think.

  However, to her surprise, she began to think about Clint. She wasn’t completely sure if she liked him or not, but the more time she spent with him, the more she began to like him and the more heated her attraction to him became. She had never met anyone like him. He was tough and could be hard if pushed, but mostly, he was fairly kind.

  Yet, Sylvia knew that she had no idea how he would react to any situation, so she resolved to keep her guard up. Still, throughout her time alone out in the pasture, she realized first, that her life here wasn’t so bad and second, that she really did not ever want to return to her father.

  The time apart from him had really shown her how someone could be strict, without being mean. Her time with Clint had shown her that she could get along with an adult figure and have respect for them, even if there are guidelines. Here, she not only had space, but an infinite amount of it and she knew that no matter what happened, she was never, ever going back to the city again.

  Then, one day, Clint and Sylvia were working side by side, on the top of the hayloft, moving bales around and sorting the general contents of the barn, when Clint asked suddenly, “So what is it?”

  “What the hell…I mean…What’s that supposed to mean?” She asked, trying to curb her language, at least a little bit, to show that she could respect people who earned it.

  Clint looked over the loft for a moment, his eyes gazing around the barn, as though he was searching for the right words among the hay bales. Then, when his gaze returned to her, he asked, “What is it about your life that you hate so much? I know you aren’t happy, but you’re a beautiful young woman…”

  Sylvia snorted a laugh, “Wow…You really are desperate.”

  Clint narrowed his eyes at her and shot a disapproving glower in her direction, “I’m not lying. Whether you choose to see your beauty or not is ultimately your prerogative, but I’m not gonna ever tell you something that isn’t true.”

  “Yeah, well my father tells me how terrible I look on a daily basis,” She answered honestly, “Fat ass has been my nickname since I was thirteen.”

  Clint looked genuinely angered by this, “That’s funny, because you look just like your mother and he told me…repeatedly, that she was the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on…” Then, he stopped as though he was trying very hard not to bring up any sore memories. He considered his next words carefully, but eventually, he just replied, “But that was before…”

  Sylvia glared at him again and hissed, “I lost my mother just like he lost his wife…At least he got a chance to know her.”

  Thinking of the woman she had never gotten the chance to meet, Sylvia felt hot tears begin to pool around her eyes.

  “Your father changed after that. He was a great guy, but he felt as though it was up to him to save her and he couldn’t. He was used to fixing everything with his wealth, but it didn’t matter that she was in the best hospital, with the most advanced technology and knowledgeable doctors, it was just your mother’s time.” He shrugged, “I stayed in touch for a few years, but he pushed me and everyone else away.” Clint looked up at Sylvia and shrugged, “I’m so sorry that happened to you.”

  There was something about him and the way that he spoke that made a flame ignite inside of her. Throughout the time that she was with him, she had a growing sense of attraction, but the way he was talking to her right now made her feel a deep sense of excitement.

  The two of them stared at one another for a long time. His green eyes stared deeply into hers and all she wanted to do was have his hands on her body.

  However, she didn’t want him to kiss her, or do something stupid like that, for before this moment, the only time she really felt something for him was when he was domineering. This sensitive side of him was nice, but Sylvia wanted to see the rougher side of this cowboy; the one that she just allowed herself to realize she was falling for. She wanted to feel a sensation of pain that would get her riled up and ready to take him, just as she had wanted to do from the moment she had laid eyes on him.

  She wanted to feel his arms a
round her, holding her down and giving her what she knew she wanted, but was too afraid to ask for. She wanted to feel him on top of her, his sexy, perfectly toned, sun-soaked body surrounding her, bearing down on her and taking the one thing her father did not take from her.

  However, for the first time, probably ever, the willingness she had to have this man ravish her body had nothing to do with disregarding the will of her father. She wanted this and she was going to get it, but she wanted to make him do it to her in a way that once they started, she couldn’t change her mind.

  “Fuck you,” She answered, trying to get him at least a little angry.

  However, he just stared at her, now with a mark of surprise on his face. He reared his head back and cocked his head to the side, before he demanded, “Excuse me?”

  “You heard me. Fuck the both of you. You know how wrong this is, right? I mean, shipping your adult daughter away to live with a man that is more than half her age, just so he doesn’t have to deal with her anymore. How much did he pay you to take me off of his hands?”

  “Nothing,” He answered quickly, “I wanted to help you not him.”

  “Yeah right! Why would you want to take on a screw-up like me?”

  “Stop it!” He boomed and she noticed that he seemed more hurt that he was saying this about herself than actually being angry.

  She scooched herself off of the hayloft and made her way down the ladder, “You’re sick and my father is worse.”

  Once she had made her way onto the ground, she began strutting away, purposefully swinging her buttocks from side to side as he moved down the ladder after her with confusion.

  “Get back here!” He exclaimed and when he caught up to her, he grabbed her wrist and pulled it back towards him.

  She whipped around and demanded, “Oh? Or what? Are you going to hurt me?” before spitting at him.

  She could see the anger rise up in his face as his hand came up and he slapped her across the face, “Don’t you dare talk back to me.”

  Thrusting her exposed breasts, from her scantily clad, button-down shirt up towards his face, so that his eyes had no choice but to stare at them, she snuggled herself against him and hissed angrily, “I’d love to see you make me try to stay.”

  “Oh really?” He demanded as the mood seemed to change for him as well. He sneered in a very seductive way and grasped her throat with his hand.

  ***

  She felt his large, strong fingers clasp around her throat and hold her, just tight enough so that she could feel the power he had over her, before he pressed her up against one of the support beams and moved his other hand up, so that he could unbutton the remaining buttons of her dress.

  “No…” She said within a quiet, almost inaudible whisper as her hands reflectively moved up towards her breasts, in order to protect herself from his wandering fingers, but he swatted her hands away and propped her neck up, so that she had no other choice but to turn her head back towards him. He took her mouth unto his and she felt his tongue slip through her teeth and skillfully fill her mouth with the taste and force of his attraction.

  She groaned and moved her head naturally towards him. She then felt his other hand tear down her blouse, exposing herself to him.

  Immediately, Sylvia felt the cool summer breeze play with her bare stomach and suddenly aching breasts. As he shoved the now ripped material out of the way, he leaned closer to her, holding her by the neck, controlling her head with his mouth and hand, while his other hand slowly pressed itself against her side, before riding up her back and unclasping her bra.

  When the material gave way, his hand came around to the front and he ripped it off of her, before he immediately clasped her blossoming bosom in his hand. He squeezed it skillfully, before rubbing his palm against her nipple, before his fingers slowly came out to pinch it, which made Sylvia yelp and try to move away.

  It didn’t actually hurt her, but being that she had never gotten this far with anyone before, the strange culmination of everything that she wanted and was feeling was quickly becoming overwhelming.

  However, her attempt to break out of his touch was futile. He quickly caught her breast in his hand and yanked her back to face him again.

  She felt a strange sense of pleasure, but her body still wriggled with discomfort, “No…” She tried to say again, this time more forcefully and she grasped his hand with her own, once again trying to protect her body, as was her first instinct.

  She wasn’t sure if she wanted it now or not. She was feeling so many things, that she wasn’t sure exactly what she wanted anymore.

  In the course of her slight struggle against him, he took his hand off of her throat and grabbed each of her wrists, before moving himself closer to her. He then pulled his lips off of her, placed her hands behind the pole and held them there with his one hand, before bringing his other hand up to her chin and positioning it so that he was able to stare at her intently for a long moment.

  She stared back at him and neither one of them spoke. She tried to wriggle her wrists free of him, but he just clenched tighter. She felt the straightness of the pole in her back and noticed that her pelvis was thumping wildly with need, while her moist, plump lips seemed to want to return to him as her heart raced with a little bit of fear and an intense amount of attraction.

  Finally, she sighed and sneered, “What are you going to do to me?” With that, she pressed her body against him and wrapped her leg around him, until she could feel his hardening manhood against her jeans.

  ***

  Sylvia felt as though she was going to burst with excitement as he smiled devilishly, showing her white teeth and a sexy demeanor, while pulling her back, into the pole, ever-so slightly, “Oh, there is so much that I could do to you right now…” He paused to allow his eyes to look over her half-naked form, “You have such a luscious, budding body, the possibilities are truly endless…but if we start, really start, I won’t stop until I have given you a little taste of just about everything and I make your world explode…” He moved his lips so close to her face, that she could feel his hot breath, along with the brush of his whiskers as he spoke, “I am going to hurt you. I am going to own you. The more you fight the more pain you will experience. There will be no mercy. However, I want you to know, for every ounce of pain I inflict on you, it will be countered with a feeling that is completely indescribable and by the time I’m done, you will beg me to make you feel that way again...”He shrugged, “So…eventually, I will.” His slight, slow southern drawl made the promise even more appealing to her, even though she wasn’t quite sure why.

  Each time he paused, she gave an involuntary whine and tugged slightly on her wrists, each time being reminded that it was likely she was already at his mercy, but the thought of that only made her want him more.

  The thought of his insinuation made her want him even more as her body called out to his embrace. A small moan erupted in the back of her throat, which caused her to return his seductive smile as she answered, “You know, I’m a virgin…”

  He settled in closer to her and his eyes changed slightly in expression as he spoke, “Is that right?”

  She nodded and his grin grew wider as his passion caused his body to flex, “Then, I get to be the first to show you how many different things these, pretty, rosy little lips,” He paused to press his thumb into her mouth, against her teeth, wetting it, before gently rubbing it against her mouth, “And these unchartered, adventurous, exquisite little lips,” at that, he pulled his hand down and roughly cupped her womanliness in his hand, before bringing it up so that his strong arm lifted her enough so that the pressure caused her to become wet.

  She yelped in excitement and fever, than whined.

  He sneered at her as she began to feel herself pulse at his touch, “can do to drive both of us absolutely crazy.”

  He looked at her intently, as though waiting for an answer, while his thumb rubbed over a spot, that even through her jeans made her feel a new awareness that was sli
ghtly painful but still completely enjoyable.

  She thought about this for a moment, wondering if she really wanted to do this and knowing that he was giving her a way out if she didn’t want it, but she didn’t want this feeling to stop, so she just cocked her head to the side and smiled, before she looked deep into his eyes and answered, “Fuck you.”

  He laughed at this let her wrists free, before pulling her away from the post and hitting her across the face again. In her slight daze from the surprise of the hit, he pulled her back against him. He grabbed her hair and held her back as he forced her over to a large patch of hay, where he forced her down, onto her knees. She could feel him surrounding her as he pulled her head to the side and began to kiss her neck seductively, while his hands moved back towards her breasts and began to fondle them.

  Feeling an intense sense of pleasure, she groaned and leaned her head back, into him. Both of his hands then traveled down her body and began to unbutton her pants, while he held her close to him. Once he had her pants unbuttoned, he slid his hand down her pants, while he grasped her breast at the same time and held her into him. As his thumb flicked her breast, his other hands began to rub her womanliness in a way that made her moan. The groans and moans quickly came to a point where she felt a large scream building up, but before she could do that, she felt his hand come back to her throat and position it so that he could press his lips against her mouth, while he continued to play with her moistening, soft flesh.