Amy's Redemption

by B J Wane

  RJ felt his heart in his throat when he and three of his hands rode in and saw Amy climbing astride Rio. All four of them called out to her, but it was too late. He had just swung off his own horse when she went flying off the young steeds back and landed in a cloud of dust.

  “Grab him” he ordered as Rio pulled loose from his tether and went galloping madly around. RJ got to Amy as she was sitting up, coughing and brushing dust from her clothes. “God dammit, Amy! What did you think you were doing? Are you hurt?”

  Amy barely registered RJ’s fury as she slowly stood up, unhurt except for her pride. “I’m okay, RJ, really,” she sputtered as he ran his hands over her, searching for injuries. “Just had the breath knocked out of me. Whew, that wasn’t what I expected,” she said lightly, hoping to defuse any repercussions.

  RJ’s hands were gentle as he held her, brushing her off and looking for injuries. In truth, Amy was more shook up than she let on. Physically, she was fine, but she had to admit she was grateful for RJ’s hard body to lean against as she got the terror she had experienced when she went flying off the horses back under control. She was so content to be held by him that she didn’t take heed of the underlying anger in his voice or notice when his roving hands moved to the front of her jeans and deftly loosened them. It wasn’t until he had them shoved down to her mid thighs and was hauling her across his lap as he sat down on the bench that she realized his intent.

  With nothing but a squeal of protest, she quickly found herself across his lap, her head down, nose almost to the dirt, her ass bare and vulnerable in front of not only RJ, but the three hands that had rode in with him. Amy didn’t see which ones they were and refused to look up to identify them.

  Squirming in mounting trepidation, mortification and growing arousal, she finally found her voice the same moment RJ’s hand landed hard on her right buttock.

  “Ouch! Dammit, RJ, stop.” Reaching behind her, she tried to shield her naked flesh from his retribution, but he was having none of that.

  Grabbing her hands, he held them tightly behind her back while holding her down at the same time. “Be still, Amy. You were told never to try riding alone, especially without having had any experience.” His hand landed on her other cheek, just as hard, the smack sounding loud despite both of their heavy breathing. “Do you have any idea how bad you could have been hurt?” SMACK! SMACK! “You could’ve broken your fool neck!” SMACK! SMACK!

  Amy whimpered as RJ wasted no time raising a fiery hue with his fast, hard swats, giving no quarter as he covered every inch of her bare flesh with his hard, calloused hand until her buttocks felt hot and swollen. “I’m sorry, okay. I promise it won’t happen again,” she cried when his hand shoved her jeans further down until they bunched at her knees and then began swatting the tops of her thighs and the sensitive under curve of her buttocks.

  Amy could see the booted feet of the ranch hands standing several feet away and could imagine their eyes glued to her wriggling red ass. The lust that seemed to be a constant companion ever since meeting RJ, erupted into full blown ecstasy as he kept up his punishing smacks. The heat and pain of her ordeal, coupled with being administered in front of an audience, ignited her ever present passions until each smack sent a lightning bolt of pleasure to her pussy.

  Amy quit fighting him and gave in to the pain induced pleasure, gasping as she rubbed herself against his hard, jean clad thigh, not caring about the lewd picture she made. RJ had woken a craving for this base treatment weeks ago, their fist night together. She was tired of fighting him, her need to feel again the pleasure he could give her, a pleasure she hadn’t been able to achieve before him, won out over her common sense.

  RJ saw her capitulation when she settled down over his lap and hung her head, trying to hide her flush of shame or pleasure, he wasn’t sure which. He stopped spanking her perfect, round ass and ran his hand smoothly over the burning flesh. When his eyes strayed between her legs and he saw the wet proof of her desire, he could no more deny himself the pleasure of fucking her again than he could deny his need of a few moments ago to punish her for scaring the life out of him.

  Standing up, he swung her small frame over his shoulder, leaving her ass exposed as he headed toward the house. “See to my horse, will you Mike?” he called over his shoulder, Amy’s cries of indignation making all four men grin.

  “Sure thing, boss.”

  Amy heard the laughter in Mike’s voice and could imagine the picture she made as the three of them watched RJ cart her off, her ass bright red and bouncing on his shoulder. Though she was mortified over her whole ordeal, she was also turned on more than she could ever remember being. Her pussy felt as swollen as her sore, throbbing buttocks, her juices seeped copiously down her thighs, and she ached to be fucked hard and deep as only RJ could fuck her.

  “Put me down, you oaf!” she stuttered breathlessly as they entered the foyer of the house. Amy’s need had never been so great as he slowly slid her down his chest. When they were face to face, she couldn’t prevent her arms from looping around his neck or her mouth from latching on to his.

  This is what he had been waiting for, RJ thought as he kissed her back, what he had needed from her. Her complete capitulation, her unbridled passion induced by his hard hand and by having an audience. Nothing turned him on more than knowing the woman he was with got off on the same things he did.

  “Now, RJ. I need you to fuck me now. I can’t wait,” she demanded harshly as she toed off her tennis shoes while she dangled in his arms.

  “Thank God, Amy,” he said as he shoved her jeans down and off before releasing his aching cock. “Wrap your legs around me.”

  Amy wasted no time obeying as he rammed into her, pushing her against the wall right there in the entryway with the front door wide open. She didn’t care that anyone moving around in the front could see in and watch them, all she cared about was being filled by him again, feeling his long, wide cock stretching her to the limit as he pounded into her. His breathing was harsh in her ear, his hands hard clasping her aching buttocks as he took her roughly, leaving her no choice but to hold onto him tightly with her arms and legs and cunt.

  Heaven, RJ thought inanely as he felt the damp walls of her pussy convulsing around him as her juices coated his hard, straining flesh. She felt like heaven and it didn’t take him long to see stars as his climax exploded, his semen mixing with her come as she cried out and joined him. He slipped his finger between her spread cheeks and into her anus, loving the way she gasped against his neck and ground down on him. Her cheeks were still warm from her spanking and felt wonderful in his palms as her tight little hole did around his invading digit.

  “Like that, don’t you sweetheart?”

  “Yes,” she panted as her body shook with the final tremors of her orgasm. “Dammit, AJ, what have you done to me? I never used to be like this.”

  “Like what? Hot and sweaty and so turned on you can’t see straight, can’t think straight?” She giggled and the happiness he heard in the sound went straight to his heart.

  “Something like that.”

  A knock on the front door stopped whatever she was about to say and RJ reluctantly lowered her feet to the floor. “Come in,” he called out, making no move to zip himself up.

  Amy grabbed her jeans off the floor just as Mike stepped in. Oh, hell, she thought ruefully. If RJ could take his time covering up in front of his employee, so could she. It wasn’t as if he didn’t know what they were doing or he hadn’t already seen her naked from the waist down.

  Tipping his hat, he mumbled politely, “Ma’am. Sorry to interrupt, boss, but we’ve got a couple heads coming in with barbed wire injuries. We’re gonna need the vet out here.”

  “Shit. Okay, get them to the barn and I’ll be right there.” Turning back to Amy, he watched her pull up her jeans, catching her wince as they slid over her buttocks. Smiling, he said, “We’ll finish this ‘conversation’ after dinner, Amy.” Without giving her a chance to comment, he followed M
ike out the door.

  “She sure is a pretty little thing, boss,” Amy heard Mike say as the two of them stepped off the porch, making her smile.

  Chapter Ten

  Amy lay curled next to RJ’s hard, naked body wishing she didn’t have to get up. It was the first time she had ever slept all night with a man and she was surprised at how pleasant it was. Or maybe that was her sated, sore body talking, she thought ruefully as she ran her palm over his muscled chest, curling her fingers through his hair. She had loved the feel of his chest hair rasping against her sensitive nipples as he fucked her repeatedly throughout the night. He had been insatiable, blaming her for denying him the past two weeks, making her feel wanted in a way she had never felt before. She had had men desire her, but never need her. RJ claimed to need her, something she was reluctant to believe but cherished the thought anyway.

  Shifting slightly, she realized her buttocks were still tender from her spanking yesterday afternoon, and she admitted that the slight soreness felt good, and left her aching for more of his hard hand on her tender flesh. Never in her wildest dreams had she imagined she could get so turned on by being bent over bare assed and spanked until she was writhing with the pain induced pleasure. Her public punishment yesterday had excited her more than any previous sexual experience with RJ, leading to her capitulation and return to his bed. She simply didn’t have it in her to deny herself the pleasure of his body and hard hand any longer. She should have known the other day, when she had stopped into the health clinic while in town and gotten her prescription for birth control pills renewed, that she was close to giving in.

  While she had prepared dinner last night, her ass throbbing from its abuse, her pussy still pulsing from his possession, she had worried about the reception she would get from the hands who had witnessed her punishment. Mike was the only one who she knew for sure was there, as she hadn’t seen the faces of the other two. She hadn’t needed to worry, however, because, as the boys had filed in for dinner, not a one treated her any different than before. Their polite mannerisms, which she had always found endearing, were still intact as they doffed their hats, greeted her with wide smiles and complimented the meal all through dinner. The easy banter that was always present at meal times was still there and not a one of them alluded to her encounter in the corral, neither by word or deed. By the time Rory asked what was for dessert, she was relaxed and joking with them, more at ease with them than ever before.

  Amy smiled to herself as she continued to caress RJ, allowing her fingers to find his small brown nipples through his chest hair. When he had pinned her in the kitchen after dinner, his hard cock pressed against her buttocks, and demanded she move into his room while he did his book work, she never thought to refuse him. She knew she was crossing a line she couldn’t get back over when she had demanded he fuck her after her spanking. And every time he rolled between her thighs last night, she promised herself she wouldn’t allow her feelings to get involved, that she wouldn’t let this be a mistake, one that could send her fleeing.

  Amy glanced at the clock and saw it was almost five a.m. She only had time to get washed up and start breakfast before the gang started showing up at seven, but she couldn’t seem to pull herself away from RJ. When her hand moved down his tight abdomen and encountered his cock, hard and seeping, she knew she was going to be late getting breakfast ready. Unable to resist, she kissed her way down his chest and stomach until her lips closed softly over the bulbous head of his cock.

  Amy groaned, unable to stifle the sound of pleasure as she licked his pre-come from the slit before running her tongue around the mushroom shaped head, over and over. RJ’s hand came to rest on her head as she continued to suckle just the head of his cock.

  RJ’s hand went from the silk of her curly, dark hair to grasp the root of his aching dick. Holding it up to her mouth, he demanded roughly, “Suck it, Amy.”

  Amy obeyed eagerly and took him deep into her mouth, sucking hard as she pulled back, only to go down on him again without breaking stride. His moans and his hand clutching her hair in a tight fist, told her she was doing it right. She still marveled over the pleasure she received from having him in her mouth, feeling his width stretching her, his length filling her to the point of discomfort. Though this was an act she had performed often when she had been on the streets, she had never enjoyed it personally, always just performing by rote, anxious to make her client come so she could make her rent or buy some food.

  But with RJ, she found herself savoring every inch of his hard flesh, trying to prolong the pleasure, draw it out so that he lost control by the time she brought him to climax. She loved it when he was out of control. Her tongue swirled around his girth as she sucked hard, up and down, over and over, his slit seeping steadily as she slowly drew the pleasure out of him. Her hand moved to his balls, cupping those large sacs like they were treasure troves.

  RJ tugged on her hair, trying to draw her off his cock. Damn, she feasted on him like he was the most succulent treat, her mouth warm and wet, and completely devastating to his senses. “Sweetheart, pull back now or I won’t be able to stop myself.”

  Amy simply shook her head, her mouth sucking harder as she moved faster up and down his shaft. She wanted, needed to feel him lose control, had to know she had the same effect on him as he did on her. When he thrust into her mouth roughly, his hand tightening in her hair and his voice roughed with curses, she knew she had won. His seed filled her mouth and throat as she eagerly drank every drop, savoring his flavor and pleasure as he gave in to her ministrations.

  RJ was still hard when she finally released him, and she was wet and aching with the need to feel him filling her pussy the way he had her mouth. Rising above him, she straddled his large body and made a demand of her own. “Fuck me, RJ, now.” Lowering herself, she took him inside her with a long moan, her body shuddering as he filled her completely.

  RJ’s hands went to her breasts as he gasped with renewed lust. Her pussy was hot and tight around his still hard cock, the feel of her soft, wet sheath around his bare cock making him damn glad she had taken the initiative and gotten on the pill. He hadn’t been this horny since his teens and felt like he could never get enough of Amy’s small, tight body. He still hadn’t figured out what it was about her that turned him inside out, unlike any woman before her. All he knew was her independent, feisty nature turned him on and the vulnerable, lost look he sometimes caught in her violet eyes turned him inside out. He wanted to bend her over and whip all the secrets she held so tightly out of her and then he wanted to fuck her until she was screaming in ecstasy.

  As he looked up at her now in the meager light from the early morning sun, he thought he had never seen anyone so beautiful or tempting as that of his petite cook riding his cock. His hands left the soft temptation of her breasts to clasp her buttocks.

  “Amy?” he questioned softly.

  “Mmmm?” Amy smiled down at him, her hands braced on his wide shoulders, her hips never slowing their stride as she moved up and down on his cock.

  “I told you to quit saying fuck.” His right hand left her hip to smack her hard on her cheek, eliciting a gasp from her.

  “Dammit, RJ, I’m still sore from yesterday,” she complained without slowing down, the light of pleasure in her eyes belying her protest.

  “Which is why you’re not getting my belt right now. That’ll be later.” His hand swatted her other cheek, making her moan and clutch his shoulders.

  Amy’s lust spiraled out of control as he continued to swat her ass as she rode him faster and harder. Her nipples tightened in pleasure and her cunt creamed his cock more and more with each smack. Despite the pain, each hard swat only heightened her pleasure, drove her higher and faster toward that ultimate goal of ecstasy. By the time he finally let up, she was quivering with need, ready, anxious for that final push over.

  RJ saw the subtle signs of growing pleasure, need as he reddened her clenching buttocks, their soft fullness warming quickly beneath hi
s hand. When he knew she was almost there, as well as himself, he ran his finger lightly over her anus, wanting, needing her to beg for that final penetration. Over and over he lightly rubbed that puckered hole, her moans increasing as her body convulsed and clutched his cock tighter and tighter. When she bent over him, the move spreading her buttocks further, he knew he had her.

  “RJ, please,” she begged as he teased her back entrance.

  “Please what, Amy? Tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you.”

  Amy couldn’t help herself. She could come without that added stimulation, but she knew from experience how much better her climax would be with it, and dammit, she thought longingly, if she was going to risk everything for this relationship, she wanted it all. “Finger me, RJ. Please, it feels so good when you do that.”

  “It does, doesn’t it sweetheart?” he said as he slipped his finger past her tight barrier.

  When she cried out and collapsed against him, her face buried in his shoulder, he took over. Thrusting up into her spasming sheath, he finger fucked her anus with strokes just as hard, just as deep as his cock. He felt her shatter around him, her cunt gripping him tightly, clamping around his dick, trying to hold onto him as her rectum pulsed around his finger. He couldn’t wait to fuck her there, the thought of being buried in her tight back hole releasing his own orgasm. RJ’s arms banded around her as they both caught their breath, holding tightly to her damp body.

  Amy moaned as she rolled boneless off his body, her breathing still labored as she could still feel the small aftershocks from her explosive climax. RJ leaned over her and kissed her hard before smiling down at her bemused expression.

  “Tell me something, Amy. Have you ever been taken in the ass?”

  Amy snorted in laughter. Even though she had a record for solicitation, she was really very innocent when it came to certain sexual acts. “You’re the only man who has ever touched me there, RJ, so no I haven’t.”