Taming Ashley

by Samantha Madisen

  He lay there, listening for the sounds that would tell him she was sleeping. The long, slow breaths, the occasional mumble as the contents of a dream bubbled up out of her mind and out of her mouth. Morgan found himself straining to hear anything coming from the tent next door, anything that would reassure him she was there, beside him.

  His body tensed as the wind died down and instead of any of the sounds he'd been expecting, Morgan Kennings heard a faint gasp, followed by the quietest, softest moan soak through the thin walls of his canvas tent.

  Ashley's one hand slipped in between her legs, the other cupping the soft curve of her breast, imagining the way Morgan's strong fingers might feel on her chest. She pushed a finger past the soaked folds of her opening and ran it down her slit, gathering the wetness that was there. When she came back up and found her nub, she gasped and before she could stop it, a tiny moan flew past her lips and into the cold night air.

  Morgan felt himself harden, not just at the sound, but at the thought of what his young guest might be doing to herself, just feet away from him. His mind wandered over the possibilities. There was one in particular he kept coming back to. Was she lying there thinking about him, the same way he was thinking about her? He felt his manhood rise at the thought of her hand between her legs, her eyes closed tightly and her mind filled with his image.

  Ashley's hand drove fast circles around her throbbing clit, her mouth open in a silent moan. She could almost feel him, crawling in between her legs, his thick, strong thighs pushing hers apart. Her finger swung faster around her bud as the thought sent a burst of lust exploding through her. He was there now, pushing her apart, his strong hands running up the round flesh of her legs, cupping the curve of her ass as he tilted her up just so, preparing her for his entry.

  Ashley slowed the circles around herself and let her fingers trail down in between her folds until she felt the dip of her opening. Pushing deeper, she closed her eyes and savoured the sensation until her fingers came up against the slender membrane buried there. She thought of pushing further, of breaking it herself. What if it did happen? What if one of these days he did crawl between her legs, pushing into her only to find her that way, full and unbroken? Would he stop? Would it scare him? Would he still...

  She pushed the questions aside as her fingers floated back out of her entrance and up to her pulsing clit. Her hand resumed the tight circles it had been running around her tiny head and she closed her eyes tighter as a flood of pleasure crashed through her, her body tensing in anticipation of her orgasm.

  Morgan Kennings. The handsome older billionaire, there he was again, this time staring down at her as her hands ran across the strong muscles of his burly chest. She felt him at her entrance, pushing at the delicate hymen with the massive head of his cock she'd felt flexing beneath her when she was over his knee. She closed her eyes even tighter and felt him puncture her, the warmth from inside her trickling out and over him as he drove his shaft deep into her core.

  Another gasp escaped her lips but this time she didn't care. She didn't care if Morgan Kennings, sleeping in the tent next door, heard that she was touching herself. She didn't even care if he knew she was thinking of him while she did it. All she cared about was that she'd never met a man like him, a man that knew exactly what she wanted, what she needed. Even though she'd fooled around with lots of guys, she'd never met a man she'd let inside.

  Her finger swirled, pressing against her bump, her body starting to writhe now at her own touch. Again the thought of Morgan's body flashed through her mind. She could see him in between her legs now, driving himself into her with the same fury she was trying to drive towards him, their bodies ready to explode together. The thought sent the first shudder of her orgasm through her and another tiny moan burst from her lips.

  Morgan Kennings was looking down at her and she up at him, as his body thundered against hers, his throbbing purple head deep inside her Ashley imagined the way her sex would tighten around him, squeezing his member and pleading for his release. The thought sent her over and her knees came up towards her stomach as her body rolled slowly over on its side, the wave of a tremendous orgasm crashing through it over and over and over until she could take no more and let her wet fingers slip slowly out from in between her legs and fall softly on the ground.

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  Chapter 8

  Ashley woke up the next morning to the crisp mountain air drifting into her tent. She opened her eyes slowly and tried to remember where she was. The memories of the past few days trickled slowly back into her mind along with the very faint sounds of water running somewhere.

  Ashley rubbed the sleep out of her eyes and very quietly, in case Morgan was still asleep, turned around in her tent and crept outside. The calmness of the air was almost surreal. The bright yellow sun had begun to crawl up the eastern sky and Ashley looked around, her eyes still bleary. The two horses were grazing quietly on the other side of Morgan's tent, where they'd been tethered the night before. Just as Ashley was about to crawl out into the new day, a flicker of motion caught her eye.

  She turned her head and squinted her eyes down the slight incline towards the pond she'd seen the day before. Suddenly, her heart stopped in her chest and she caught her breath.

  The outline of Morgan Kenning's naked body swayed slowly in the water, the muscles in his back rippling as he drew water with a cupped hand and rubbed it over himself. Ashley's mouth dropped open as her eyes wandered down the taut muscles of his lower back and onto those of his firm ass. The same feeling that had built inside her the night before, the ache that wouldn't go away, it felt like, unless it were filled, welled inside her once again as she backed into the tent letting the flap fall until there was only a crack through which she could see.

  Morgan, oblivious to his observer, continued to bathe in the still waters of the tiny lake, streaks of water covering his back as Ashley watched. She stared at him, transfixed by his muscular frame, unable to take her eyes away from the sight. When he turned his body slightly, she had to stifle a gasp as the thick shaft of his cock came into view. Ashley glanced up to see whether she'd been discovered. But Morgan's eyes were on some point far in the distance, the peak of a mountain or a far away cloud. As he drew another handful of water and let it run down his chest, rubbing his firm pecs with his palm, his hand drifted down towards the cock hanging low between his legs.

  Ashley bit her lip and sheepishly, followed his hand with her gaze. He took himself in one hand, his strong fingers wrapping around his member and holding it up while his other reached underneath, rubbing the area clean. Ashley felt the flush of her embarrassment in her cheeks but she couldn't tear her gaze away from the scene. The musk of her fresh wetness wafted from between her legs and soon the scent of her desire filled the tent.

  As Morgan finished his ritual, and turned around to face the tent, Ashley ducked in further, softly so he wouldn't suspect that she was watching. But she could still see the strong man as he emerged from the still waters of the pond, his body glistening in the sun, nipples taut at the coldness of the water and crisp air covering his skin. Ashley watched as he picked up a small towel from the ground, dried himself off, then began putting on his clothes. It wasn't until he'd thrown on his shirt that she dared emerge, pretending to be rubbing the sleep from her eyes as if she'd just woken up. By the time she stood up, Morgan was already standing over her, eyeing her with slight suspicion.

  "Coffee?" Morgan asked, his voice gravelly from not having been used all night. Ashley looked up and into the older man's eyes. All the petulance, the irritation she'd felt when they'd first met and her first day at the ranch seemed to melt away and the only thing that remained was her deep desire to feel the man's flesh next to hers.

  "Sure. Should I just go dunk some beans in the lake and we can drink that?" The words were out before she could even think about them. It wasn't that Ashley wanted to be rude or mean. Quite the opposite, she wanted nothing more than to please Morgan, she just didn't know how.
His glare sent a shock of electricity through Ashley's body at the possibility of another spanking. "Just joking, relax."

  "I asked you to watch your mouth," Morgan growled at her sass. His voice sent another shiver through Ashley and she couldn't help the sass that spewed out next.

  "What are you gonna do, give me another spanking?" Her mouth twitched into a half smile, testing her teacher's patience.

  "If I have to, you know I will." Morgan held her with his gaze. She stared back into his deep blue eyes, losing herself in his stare, her body aching for his touch. But even though she knew what she wanted, she'd never learned how to ask. Instead, she did what she had always done to get attention, acted out in the only way she knew how.

  "Well, if that's the only way you know how to communicate with a woman..." she said, shrugging off the remark and looking away. Morgan kept his cool demeanour as he reached for the young girls arm. Ashley could have started running, or stepped away. But her body was craving Morgan's touch, and his discipline. When his strong grip wrapped around Ashley's arm and pulled her towards him, she felt another swell of desire run through her and end between her legs.

  Morgan bent down until he was resting on one knee, taking Ashley with him. Her body fell naturally onto his leg, leaving her round rump exposed and ready to be reprimanded for her sass. But instead of feeling the firm slap of his palm on her ass like she'd been expecting, Ashley felt Morgan's fingers hook at the belt of her tights. When he pulled them down with a yank, he took her underwear with them, leaving her pale skin completely exposed to the elements, as well as the wrath of his hand.

  Morgan paused, his hand raised and ready to administer the girls punishment. But his eyes raked over curvy lines of her flesh as it rolled and dipped and finally sank between her legs. The scent of desire emanating from between them that had filled her tent, was now wafting up and Morgan felt himself stiffen at the smell of it. Clenching his jaw, Morgan brought down his outstretched palm, landing firmly on the soft flesh of Ashley's bottom with a loud smack that echoed through the hills and towards the mountains beyond. Another smack, this time on the other cheek. A third, then a fourth, then a steady rhythm of them as Morgan feasted his gaze on the skin, blossoming into a pink, then red hue at each stinging spank.

  Morgan looked over to see Ashley's face twisted. But the expression was not what he'd expected. Instead of the pain of tears, Ashley's mouth was twisted in the agony of pleasure, her mouth curled upwards slightly, her face straining at his firm obedience. Morgan's member grew and he felt it push against the denim of his jeans.

  Ashley felt it too. The firm throb of Morgan's member as it pressed against her breast which hanging over the inside of his knee sent another flush of desire through her, ending between her legs in a swell of wetness. Ashley felt the lips of her sex blush and pulse as Morgan's hand began to stray from the roundest part of her cheek and towards the inside of it, close to her thigh and closer still to her opening.

  Morgan felt himself grow even more, his cock now straining against his jeans, his own desire, caged for so long, suddenly roaring, clamouring to get out and let him sink his flesh into the hot folds of Ashley's flesh. His hand seemed to move of its own accord across her rump and towards her middle were the tips of his fingers found the wetness she had waiting there. When he paused her punishment to catch his breath, her head snapped back, a look of desperation on her face, her eyes wild with excitement.

  "Oh sir! Please!" The words came out in a desperate whisper that sailed across the still hills the same way the sound of his smacks had.

  But with the swell of his desire came the lingering memory of his deceased wife. He'd been with women since she'd passed, but the encounters had been fleeting, a physical relief, but nothing more. He had sworn to himself that no one could replace Samantha, that no one would ever take her place but now with this curvy young thing bent over his knee and begging for his affection, Morgan felt his resolve waver for the first time.

  Ashley stared deep into Morgan's dark gaze. Her expression begging him for the relief she craved so desperately from the ache between her thighs. She watched his eyes dance back and forth from hers to the round mounds of her ass, felt him throb against her with each glance at her exposed bottom. She'd never felt this way about a man, certainly not a man this much older than her, but she was willing to do anything to feel him sate her desire.

  The young Ashley's eyes darted back and forth between her round, red bottom and the stern cowboy's gaze. Morgan, his hand at the ready, felt himself throbbing beneath his jeans, his body screaming with desire to push into the woman over his knee. He held her in position for a few more seconds, unable to decide whether to listen to his head or his heart. Then, with a deep sigh, he pulled Ashley up and off his knee, pulling her pants up and back over her sore bottom and gave her a small push away from him as he stood up and walked towards his tent.

  As Morgan began pulling the stakes of the tent out from the ground behind her, Ashley let out a whimper at the pleasure she'd been denied. She'd never submitted to anyone, never let a man tell her how to behave. But now, in the middle of nowhere with an older man she'd barely met, a deep and pressing need began to fill her for the first time. This was the man she wanted to please. This was the man she wanted to obey. This was the man she wanted to be the first inside her.

  Turning around slowly, she watched Morgan pull the last few stakes from the ground around his tent. Before he could walk over and do the same to hers, Ashley took a few quick steps, bent down and began pulling at the cold metal buried in the ground.

  Morgan Kenning stopped as soon as he saw Ashley bending down. Her eyes, the way she moved had changed and he saw in her body for the first time since they'd met, the shape of her submission. No longer was she the spoiled, petulant brat she'd been just a few days ago. He saw in her the desire to please, to obey he had promised his friend he could carve out of her.

  But now that it was there, now that she was on her knees trying to help with the tent, glancing up at him in hopes that he would be pleased, Morgan felt a sudden surge of fear at how attracted he was to her reaction. His mind raced back to the ranch, down the basement steps and into the room whose door he hadn't opened in years. The memory of it sent a surge of adrenaline through him. The whips and paddles hanging neatly on the walls, the ropes and shackles now left unused.

  Then he saw them there together. There was Ashley Aston, bound and kneeling for his pleasure. A surge of lust welled up from a place he'd long forgotten as his imagination lingered on the possibility of seeing Ashley there, in that room he'd only shared with one other person before.

  But as he looked at her, revelled in her newly discovered obedience, his body felt as if it were on the edge of a cliff, about to fall into a place he swore he'd never go. He clenched his jaw and turned around, away from the sight of Ashley, away from the dangerous craving she suddenly instilled. He'd kept done what he set out to do. Now, it was time to put an end to things, before they went too far.

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  Chapter 9

  Ashley stood by her bed back at the ranch, tears welling up in her eyes. She had thought it strange when they'd begun riding back the way they'd come the day before, but now that she was standing back at the house, her suitcase on the bed and Morgan at the door, she couldn't believe what she was hearing.

  "Sir," she began softly, looking down to try to hide her tears from the cowboy's stern gaze, "why?" She thought the question was simple, but the answer didn't make any sense.

  "Something's come up. I'll have to go out of town on business and you can't stay here alone."

  Ashley couldn't believe what she was hearing. After what had happened the night before, after the way she'd felt over his knee and after she'd realized that he was all she wanted, Morgan Kennings was going to turn around and leave her the way all the others had.

  "Sir," she said again, softer this time. She looked at him, studied his face for any sign that her obedience was pleasing to him, that his spank
ings had taught her how to be a good girl. But nothing showed on his face. No flicker of approval, no satisfaction at her submission.

  Inside Morgan's body, his desire burned and raged as fervently as it had out on the open plain. He wanted nothing more than to walk across the room, sweep the young Ashley Aston into his arms and feel his body pushing hers into the plush mattress of the bed. But even the overwhelming desire couldn't clear the confusion out of his mind. He hadn't felt this way in years. She was so young and his friend's daughter. He'd promised to train her, to make her into a lady, not to fall in...

  He couldn't even bear to think the word.

  "I'll come back in half an hour when you've packed your things and take you to the hangar. The jet will be waiting to take you home."

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  Chapter 10

  "Sir, it's going to take at least two days to get the part. I just got off the phone and they're back ordered."