My Sassy Settler (Willamette Wives Book 2)

by Maggie Ryan

  "Naughty. Do you need to bring me your hairbrush?"

  "No! I mean, no, sir. I'm sorry!"

  "I know you are, darlin', but you will learn that while it's quite easy to say words, it takes more to prove you are truly repentant. Show me you accept the fact that you've been naughty and deserve your spanking by being still and keeping your feet down."

  He was very pleased when she sighed and then finally submitted, her body relaxing as her feet dropped and her buttocks unclenched. He gave her a few more swats before resting his hand on her bottom. Though he'd been listening carefully and had heard her gasps and soft mewls, she had yet to cry, which would have given him an audible clue to how she was doing. Rubbing his palm in a circle, he was both testing her skin to make sure she could take more, and rubbing at least a bit of the sting away before he continued.

  It was several moments before he realized that she was pushing her bottom up into his palm. He ran his fingertips over her skin and then traced the crease where her bottom met her thighs. She gave a soft moan and, as he drew his fingers along the crease a second time, her legs opened the slightest bit. Swallowing hard, he slid his fingers to rest on her thigh.

  "Open your legs for me, Aggy." He could feel a tremble run through her but her legs parted a bit further. "Good girl." He slid his fingers down and the moment his fingertips brushed her sex, she moaned again, tightened her grip on his hand, and opened her legs a tiny bit more.

  Their wedding night had not been the wonder he'd imagined. Instead he'd discovered that what he'd considered the virginal shyness of a bride was, in reality, a wall of shame that had been strengthened by month after month of living with a man who truly believed women were simply an evil put on earth to tempt a man to sin.

  Though he'd suspected the truth, it wasn't until he was faced with the glistening moisture coating her inner thighs that he accepted it. His wife was not the frigid woman she'd presented herself to be. She was not only slick, her cunny was swollen, and he could swear he saw her pleasure bud pulsing beneath its hood.

  He again ran just the tips of his fingers along the slick slit of her folds. His cock jerked as she moaned even as she pressed herself down in an attempt to distance herself from his fingers.

  "It's okay, Aggy. Let me touch you." He ran his fingers over her again, keeping his touch light until she pushed up the tiniest bit. Very slowly, he pressed one finger between her swollen lips to slightly open them. His cock stiffened to press against the fastenings of his pants at the sight of her cream pooling in her sex. It took every ounce of his control to remove his fingers and return his hand to her bottom. He couldn't have been happier when she moaned and pushed her bottom up. He wondered if she was even aware of what she really desired. It was time to finish her spanking so he could continue her lessons.

  "You were a very naughty little girl, weren't you?"

  "Wh-what?"

  He repeated the question, knowing she was adjusting between what she'd just felt him do and his question. "Oh, um, y-yes, sir."

  He ran his palm over her reddened flesh. "And what happens to very naughty girls?"

  "They-they get spanked."

  "That's right. Naughty wives get their bottoms spanked, and then do you know what happens?"

  "No, sir."

  "They are forgiven." He gave each globe another two swats before releasing her hand and turning her to sit on his lap. She tensed for a moment and then melted into him, resting her cheek on his chest.

  "I'm sorry."

  "I know, and I want you to know that you are forgiven." He kissed her forehead. "Can you tell me what lesson you learned?"

  After a few moments, she looked up at him and nodded. "I learned that running solves nothing. I learned that I don't have to be perfect for you to love me." He was about to speak when she continued. "I learned that I trust you with my life and my heart, and I learned that I'd rather die than to ever be without you."

  He could never have imagined how her words would make his heart fill. He cupped her cheek with his palm and kissed her softly.

  "That's a lot to learn in one morning."

  She giggled. "I'm pretty sure morning is over. Oh, I learned something else as well." He nodded and waited.

  "I learned that husbands definitely don't spank like fathers."

  He chuckled and stood, cradling her in his arms. "I think it's time for you to learn one more lesson."

  "What lesson?"

  He carried into the bedroom and gently set her onto the bed. He kept her waiting while he removed her boots and stockings. Running his hands over her bare legs, he finally answered. "That husbands would rather pleasure their wives than punish them."

  Though the moment he removed his hands, she instantly drew her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them, she smiled. "That's a lesson I think I'm finally ready to learn."

  Chapter Seven

  Agatha squirmed a bit on the bed, not because her bottom was hurting for, in truth, it was just a bit tender. No, she was squirming because her husband had pushed his suspenders off his shoulders and was unbuttoning his shirt. Just as he'd never seen her fully naked before, she'd not seen him. Neither of them had been in any real state of undress during the daytime. Any glimpse of skin was always shadowed by the cloak of nightfall and under the very quilt she was currently sitting on.

  She didn't know whether to look away and give him privacy or to keep sneaking glances. Her desire to see the chest she'd come to love to lean against, to press her ear against to hear his heartbeat, won the battle. Her teeth bothered her lower lip and she gasped as he shrugged out of the egg-stained shirt and tossed it aside.

  He looked towards the bed and her breath caught when he grinned. "I guess between the two of us, we'd make one naked person."

  It took her a moment to understand what he meant and then she giggled. "It would be a funny looking person."

  "I don't know. I'm thinking it would be a pretty nice looking one, especially with your cute little pink bottom."

  The look in his eyes had her squirming a bit more, and when he reached for the buttons of his pants, she finally looked away.

  "I'll make you a deal," he said.

  Looking back at him but making sure her gaze didn't drift beneath his neck, she waited for him to continue.

  "How about we do it together?"

  "Together?" she asked.

  "Yes. I'll remove my pants at the same time as you remove your blouse."

  "Um," she began and then stopped to think. Could she do that? Despite her resolve, her eyes drifted down the hard plane of his chest and then lower. She could feel her face heat at the sight of the bulge pushing against the front of his pants. She wasn't naïve, and it wasn't as though she hadn't felt his manhood pushing inside her. Dragging her eyes back up to his face, she realized exactly how patient he was being. As her husband, he could easily just strip off his pants, pull off her blouse, and take her. Instead, he had offered her a deal. "Okay," she said at last.

  His grin made her pulse race. "On the count of three?"

  She nodded and he began to count as he balanced on one leg to remove his boot. He reached 'two' as he removed his other boot, and then made her smile when he said "two and a half," as he pulled off one sock. Giggles escaped when he said "two and three-quarters," as he peeled off the other. When he looked up, he arched his eyebrow. "Three," he said, reaching for his fly again.

  She felt for the buttons of her blouse. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him push his pants down and her fingers fumbled. She didn't realize she'd moaned until he looked up from his bent position. He didn't speak, just grinned and then, of all things, he winked. With her heart in her throat, she sat frozen as he pushed his pants to the floor and stepped out, kicking them aside. He slowly straightened to his full height and she noticed that he wasn't hiding his sex with his hands. But then, how could he? It was standing straight out from his body.

  "Need help?"

  Help? God, yes, she needed help. First, she n
eeded help in remembering how to draw in breath. Second, she needed help in order to drag her eyes off his manhood. Evidently, he could read her mind.

  "Breathe, Aggy, just breathe. It's not like you haven't seen my cock before."

  Well, his words might have her face heating, but they did the trick. She instantly slammed her eyes shut as she took a deep breath. Feeling the bed sag a bit as he climbed onto it, she gave up any hope of being able to complete her part of the bargain. It turned out she didn't need to as his fingers pushed hers away and he finished unbuttoning her blouse. Another shuddering in-drawn breath ensured she'd live even as he slowly slipped the blouse off her shoulders.

  "Seems like you were at a disadvantage," he said, causing her eyes to lift to his to find him kneeling before her. "I'd forgotten about this." His gaze never left hers as he reached for the ties of her chemise; her last covering. She trembled as the bow came undone and his fingers moved on to the next. Her entire body felt hot though her skin pebbled in gooseflesh as he pushed the chemise open to bare her fully and then slipped it off her body.

  This time she was aware that the sound she heard came from her own throat, and it grew louder as his hands cupped her breasts. The sound changed as she gasped when his thumbs brushed across her nipples and her eyes fluttered closed.

  "Look at me, Aggy." She opened her eyes as he moved his hands to cup her face. "You are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. I love you."

  "I-I love you, too."

  His head dipped to kiss her gently. She whimpered as he continued giving her small kisses on her lips, her cheeks, the tip of her nose and her forehead. Without thinking, she lifted an arm and put it around his neck, her fingers weaving into his hair, pulling his mouth back to hers. The kiss was no longer gentle. He crushed her mouth with his as if branding her as his, and she was so very glad he was hers. She opened her mouth and moaned as his tongue slipped inside to tangle with her own. When he slipped an arm around her and began guiding her to lie back, she trembled but didn't protest.

  "Here," he said, lifting her slightly to pull the quilt and the sheet from under her. He helped her slip under the coverings and then joined her. "Ah, that's better. It seems that every day it's getting a little colder."

  She didn't know if he had truly been cold or if he was just being as wonderful about her shyness as he'd been about helping her undress. Deciding it didn't really matter was easy when he began to kiss her again.

  His lips moved from her mouth to her neck and as he nibbled, she shivered. He moved again to kiss the hollow of her throat and then began to place small kisses on her skin as he moved ever so slowly to the mounds of her breasts. When his tongue flicked out to lick across her left nipple, she moaned again. When he began to suckle, she arched her back and her fingers moved to grip the sheets beneath her.

  "As I said, beautiful," he murmured, lifting his head only long enough to say those four words before flicking her right nipple a few times and then drawing it into his mouth. Liquid heat spread through her body, warming her far more than the covers ever had. His hand moved from where it had been resting on her hip to her inner thigh.

  "Open for me," he whispered. She hesitated but the memory of his fingers on her sex had her stomach flipping and she relaxed her legs, parting them for his hand.

  "Good girl," he said, returning his mouth to her nipples, alternating between them as she began to squirm beneath him as his hand hadn't yet moved.

  "Please," she whispered, and with her request, his hand began to move. She moaned when his fingers brushed through her pubic hair and then slid across her sex. Her body jerked when his fingers stroked up and down her opening.

  When his fingertip began to circle a small area, she jerked again. "Oh… oh, God."

  "Shh, it's okay," he said, lifting his mouth back to hers. He kissed her deeply, his fingers slipping and sliding through her wetness. Every time he returned to that specific spot, she jerked and moaned, and when his finger didn't slide away, but remained to circle, tap and slide up and over again and again, she felt a fire build deep within her core. Her entire body began to tremble.

  "Come for me, Aggy. I want you to come for me. Let me pleasure you."

  "I-I can't!"

  "Oh, baby, please forget all that bullshit your stepfather filled your head with. There is nothing sinful about enjoying what we're doing…"

  "Fornication is-is a sin!"

  "We aren't fornicating, Aggy, we are making love. God made man and woman to enjoy each other. I promise you, it's not a sin to find pleasure together. Let me teach you." As he spoke, his fingers continued to drive her to the point where she couldn't think.

  She whimpered, her mind fighting against what her body desired. Though he'd taken her before, and though she'd felt pleasure that she had attempted to deny, she had never in her life felt anything like this. As his fingers continued to play between her legs and his free hand began to play with her breasts, his fingers plucking at her nipples, she felt as if she was going to explode.

  "That's right, don't think, just feel," he said softly, continuing to give her soft kisses despite her whimpering. "Come for me, darlin'. Let yourself go."

  When he pinched her nipple tighter, she arched her back and screamed as her entire body tensed and then shattered. Wave after wave of indescribable pleasure flowed through her, every nerve ending firing. When he moved to position himself above her, for the first time in their marriage, she willingly opened her legs wider and lifted her hands to cling to his shoulders.

  "I love you," he said, bending again to kiss her as he began to push inside. There was no pain as he began to seat himself deeper. There was pressure, as he was a very large man and her sex had to stretch to accommodate him, but the pressure felt delicious. She shuddered as he pressed into her, and when he whispered for her to put her legs around him, she did so without question.

  His hands slipped beneath her bottom to lift her as he sank deeper than she'd ever felt him before. Her hands slid from his shoulders to clutch at the sheets and he lowered his head to kiss her as he began to thrust harder and faster into her body. When she whimpered, he instantly slowed and pulled back.

  "No, please don't stop. Don't stop loving me," she said, her body on fire as she felt the bubble of pleasure building again.

  "Never," he said, kissing her again. "Come with me, Aggy. I want to feel your pussy contract around my cock."

  His words had her blushing and yet she didn't think she could have disobeyed if her life depended on it. He moved faster, his hips pumping back and forth as he took her in a way she'd never felt him take her before.

  "Now, come now," he growled and she obeyed, screaming his name as she burst into pieces. She heard him groan as her muscles contracted and he pressed deep. She heard him call her name as he shot his seed deep into her body. He continued to move, though much more slowly, as she continued to contract until she felt as if she had no muscles left. They were both breathless as he bent forward to kiss her.

  "I-I never knew it-it could be like that," she stammered.

  "Sharing pleasure is one of God's greatest gifts. Oh, I love you so very much."

  "I love you."

  She blushed as he pulled out from her, and yet he didn't allow her to turn around and curl up as she had every time before. Instead, he rolled onto his back and pulled her to lie close. She rested her cheek on his chest and smiled. His heart was pounding, as was hers, and her question from earlier was answered as she saw that, yes, his nipples were hard. She reached out and brushed her fingertips across one and he gasped.

  "I forgot to tell you something," she said, turning her head up so she could look at him.

  "What was that?"

  "Remember how I said we'd make a pretty funny looking person?"

  "Yes."

  "Well, I was wrong. No matter if you were the top half or, um, the bottom half, you would still be the most beautiful half I've ever seen."

  He chuckled and pulled her a bit closer. "While that's th
e best compliment I've ever received, I'd have to disagree. You, my darling Agatha, are definitely the better half. You will always be my better half."

  They lay quietly in each other's arms until he sighed. "As much as I'd like to stay in bed holding my wife, I've got to get up. The animals won't feed themselves and the fence won't build itself." He patted her bottom and before she knew it, he'd thrown back the covers.

  Squealing, she bolted upright and reached for them, pulling them up to her chin.

  "Darlin', it's a little late for that. I've already had the immense pleasure of seeing you in all your glory."

  "Wyatt, it's freezing in here!"

  "Oh," he said with a chuckle, and looked down his body which instantly drew her eyes to his groin. His manhood was no longer protruding. Instead, it was semi-hard and seemed to want to curl in the nest of his pubic hair. "It is cold, isn't it?"

  She looked up, saw him watching her, and blushed. He winked and she giggled and nodded. "Could you hand me my clothes please?"

  "Hm, I don't know. I truly did love seeing your perky pink nipples all puckered…"

  "Wyatt!"

  He laughed and then gathered her clothing and handed it to her. She pulled the covers over her head and could hear him laughing as her contortions caused the blankets to heave and twist as she dressed. By the time she pushed the covers down, she was clothed but realized she was without bloomers.

  "Um…"

  "Looking for these?" he asked, her bloomers dangling from his fingertip.

  "Yes." She held out her hand but he shook his head.

  "If you want them, you're going to have to get out of that bed."

  "Hmm, maybe I'll follow your example." She loved the fact that he looked puzzled and that his eyebrow quirked.

  "What example?" he asked.

  "You weren't wearing any undergarments, so perhaps I won't."

  His laughter boomed and he shook his head as he reached for the buttons of his shirt and undid the top two. Instead of the bare skin she had seen the last time he had done so, she saw red fabric. "Like you said, it's cold. I think my days of going without my union suit are over, at least until spring." He grinned and continued. "However, if you wish to go without, I must warn you. As much as I want you to be comfortable, I'm not sure I could resist lifting your skirts every time I walk by, and once I saw that beautiful bare bottom, well I'd probably have to give it a few swats. Of course, if I saw those pretty little curls instead…"