“Maybe it will be you on your knees.”
“Honey, I don’t go to my knees for any woman.”
Even as the words rolled out, Knox knew he’d just laid down the ultimate challenge and just what a mistake that might have been. Amanda’s lips lifted and the sparkle lit in her eyes.
Baby girl is back to plotting. His ass was cooked if he didn’t stay one step ahead of her.
* * * *
Amanda smiled to herself, imagining just how much fun it would be see Knox on his knees. She’d bring him to them, that much was a given. The how was the part of the equation she needed to work on. She’d figure it out, but not tonight, not pinned beneath Knox, stretched out over more than just the bench seat.
“Well I guess then we’ve reached an understanding.”
“Not completely.” The tightening in his tone had her eyes glancing back to find his sudden smile fading fast. “There is one more thing. I’m going to make you a doctor’s appointment in the morning.”
“For what?”
“Birth control.”
Amanda smirked. It was a little late to be worried about that. “I have a handle on it.”
“I haven’t seen you handle it yet,” Knox retorted with such condescension it made her bristle.
“I haven’t seen you handle it either.”
Direct hit. Amanda saw Knox flinch under her retort and could easily guess forgetting a condom wasn’t something he did often, if ever. It was a testament to how completely he lost control when they came together and, she’d have bet money, a weakness he didn’t want to be reminded of.
He reminded her of a few facts too with a simple, easy glide of his dick. Oh, yeah…
“I’m taking you to the doctor in the morning.”
Amanda knew Knox wanted her to agree. By agreeing, she would be doing more than letting him take control of this one decision. It would be proof he could control her with sex.
“No.” Her body might be saying yes as it responded in all the pleasurable ways to the slow rhythm set by his hips, but her mouth ran free. “I won’t go on the pill. It’ll ruin my maniacal plan to take over your entire life. Pregnancy is the first step. I can use it as leverage for marriage.
“Once I got a ring on my finger and my signature in the check book, I’ll play all three of you little boys like strings on a guitar until utter chaos reigns down on the ranch and I drive it into ruin. You’ll be a broken man when I’m done with you, Knox Reese.”
Amazingly, she actually managed a laugh. A truly amused sound as she relished in her rebellion, it got cut short when Knox responded with a hard, sharp thrust. Instead of being a one shot punch, he pounded into her with renewed savagery.
Every single part of her rejoiced at his loss of control and she gave herself over to the celebration. Letting the sweetened edges of her release gather around her, she matched him pull for thrust.
“Oh, God, yes. That’s it.” She gasped at the final clench as her climax stole over her body. It tightened every muscle and she raked her fingers over his back as she began to shudder with the early tremors of her release.
Shudders turned into terror and had her eyes ripped open to stare in horror as he pushed off her. With every muscle quivering under the strain, he levered himself up and withdrew completely from her body.
“Let me set you straight, baby girl.” Knox’s smile was grim. “You won’t control me with sex. There isn’t going to be no baby made between us.”
Without his heat surrounding her, filling her, Amanda’s anger kept her warm. She snapped at him with enough venom to make it hurt.
“Sure thing, daddy.”
Chapter 38
Knox knew she’d done it to him again. Despite knowing just what angle Amanda worked, he couldn’t stop himself from falling victim to her taunts. Sanity and reason didn’t come to save him, but the half hour ride home to the ranch did. The silent, tense trip did miracles for his perspective.
She would be going on birth control and he wouldn’t fuck her until it was safe. Sure, he could have used a condom, but after feeling the wondrous heat of her pussy along the naked length of his cock, the idea of using a rubber just sucked too much. No, the way Knox reasoned it, he put up with a lot to pump her sweet, little pussy, and it earned him the right to ride her bareback. Knox suffered and for that he deserved some compensation.
He wouldn’t give up his pleasure, but he would Amanda’s. He’d keep her from having a single orgasm until she bent to his will. By the morning, she’d be begging him to take her to the doctor and then back to bed. All he needed was no interference from his brothers.
Knox didn’t trust Jace to hold up under the strain. Cody would have been able to handle it. Hell, with his bag of tricks, Cody would have been handy to have around right now. Problem was, his younger brother was kind of pissed at Knox. Knox didn’t trust a mad Cody. He didn’t really need the help any way. Knox knew just what he planned to do to the baby girl.
As grass crunched beneath the truck tires, Knox grinned at the sight of the empty yard. Neither his brothers had returned. There would be no interference, nobody to help save Amanda from the things he planned to do with her.
She apparently took note of that fact, too. As he brought the truck to a stop just in front of the porch steps, she finally broke her silence. “Where is everybody?”
“Out looking for you.” Knox grabbed onto her wrist and pulled her out of the truck behind him. Amanda at least had the good sense not to resist.
“Don’t you think you should call and tell ‘em you found me?”
“Why?” Knox shoved through the front door without releasing his prisoner. “They’ll figure it out come morning.”
“The morning? Damnit!” Finally she resisted. Halfway through the living room Amanda dug in her heels and tried to bring him to a stop. “I don’t have any clothes with me. All my bags are in my car back at the bar.”
“So?” Knox jerked her forward. Her strength was no match for his. “You’re not going into work in the morning. You don’t really need clothes to go to the doctor I’m going to take you to.”
“I’m not going anywhere with you in the morning, because I’m not spending the night here!”
Amanda fought him down the whole length of the hall, struggling, nagging, ultimately cussing and even hitting him. Knox barely paid her any attention, letting her ride out her tantrum. When it came time to cart her off to the doctor’s, she’d walk out the door willingly, if not naked.
“Are you listening to me?”
“No, not really.” Knox jerked her into his bedroom. “Whatever it is, it’s your problem. Not mine.”
“You really are a jackass.”
Knox didn’t think that deserved a response. Maybe he was, but it didn’t change the facts. The fact was she was here alone and entirely at his mercy and this time he didn’t intend to play.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Amanda’s tone went from annoyance to suspicious alarm as he dragged her right through the wreckage that was his room and into the bathroom.
“I’m wet, sweaty and I have your cream smeared all over my dick, so I’m thinking a shower is in order.” He matched his actions to his words, releasing Amanda to turn on the hot water.
“I’m not showering with you.” She backed up toward the door. “I’m not doing anything with you ever again.”
“More like in five minutes, sweetheart.” Knox shrugged out of his ruined shirt as he studied her. He’d torn her clothes nearly to shreds. Two little, white-knuckled fists clenched around the tattered edges of shirt and skirt in a vain attempt to retain some modesty. “Don’t make me chase you through this house or you’ll really see the end of my patience.”
“You think I care about your patience?” She challenged him, but didn’t move any further toward the open doorway.
Knox wasn’t about to start making threats now. Engaging in petty dialog or pointless arguments didn’t work with Amanda. She only understood one language, for
ce. Lucky for him, he was fluent in the dialect.
Sitting on the closed toilet lid, he began to unlace his boot, letting Amanda prattle on without comment.
“I don’t think so,” came back the expected response, followed even more by the feminine posturing. “If you think I’m going to just do as you tell me to, you got another thing coming mister. I’m not some doll you can dress and undress and order about like a mindless piece of plastic with a set of tits and pussy for you to use at your leisure. I happen to be a woman. A strong, competent woman more than capable of making my own decisions.”
Knox stood up with a sigh. “Suit yourself.”
He reached for the buttons on his jeans, pushing down the stiff, wet denim as she continued on her tirade. God, save him from the feminist movement and all the yammering about rights and strength. Great, whatever. If a woman wanted to be a doctor, fine. If she wanted to run for office, even better.
Hell, he didn’t even care if she wanted to ride in a rodeo or chase down cattle, but when it came time to go home to her man, a woman should be soft, sweet, and complacent. If she wasn’t, then it was a man’s job to put her in her place.
“And I’ll tell you another thing.” That finger, the one a woman used to try to assert her authority, waggled in his direction. “If you think I’m some damn bitch for you to get fixed so I can be at the beck and call of your perverted desires, then you better watch yourself, buddy. This puppy has teeth. I ain’t afraid to bite your asshhhhhh!”
Amanda screamed loud enough to pierce an eardrum when he lifted her right off her dainty little feet and placed her directly under the pounding spray of water raining down from the shower head. Her hands came up and she twirled around like a drenched ballerina on drugs.
Knox had to smile. Damn, but she’s so much fun. And pretty fucking cute. Not many women could pull off looking so sexy in some drab-colored outfit better suited for a librarian than a little sex pot, but Amanda did it. The water helped. It molded the stiff, oversized fabric into a form-fitting sheath, leaving nothing to his imagination.
It didn’t hurt either that he pretty much destroyed her clothes in the truck. Her hands just weren’t big enough to hold enough of the edges together and they flapped open, revealing the lush curve of a thigh, the plush underside of her breasts, little peaks and teases for his eyes.
Just as he suspected, Amanda was turned on. Her firm, puckered nipples gave her away. She couldn’t claim to be cold this time. That water steamed, but then again, it may have been the woman.
“You are…I…this is…” Amanda couldn’t seem to find the words as she sputtered. “Look what you did? I can’t even wear these clothes now!”
As if to emphasize her point, she wrenched her shirt right off and threw it at him. The wet fabric splattered against his chest before sliding down to plop onto the floor. Quickly her bra and skirt followed. Her panties had been destroyed and lost somewhere between his truck and here. She was left standing naked in front of him. Knox wondered if Amanda realized she tried to punish him by stripping.
He suspected so. It was just more drama for the queen. A condition Amanda thrived on proven by the way she flipped her hair and turned her back on him. A calculated dismissal, she reached for the soap and started lathering up her body as if he wasn’t even there.
Now there is a tempting offer. One Knox didn’t plan on letting slip past him. Stepping into the shower, he intentionally pressed into her as if there wasn’t more than enough room for them in the stall. Her head turned slightly and he could see the edge of her lips compress, even as she stepped away from him.
Knox followed, silently perusing her until she reversed track and tried to step backward into him. He held under the assault, letting her press into him as hard as she could. The plump globes of her ass rubbed against his cock, making a soft cushion for his hardened length.
That’s exactly where he intended to fuck her before they got out of this shower. He’d have her bent over and whimpering with need to come as he rode her slow and easy. By the time his release threatened his control, he’d have already wiped out her sanity and reduced her to nothing more than a plaything for his desires.
Time to begin. He used the moment to wrap his arms around her sides and effectively impression her.
“Knox—”
“It would only be gentlemanly of me to bathe you since I got you all dirty,” Knox cut her off, enjoying the way his words made her shiver ever so.
Even as her body started to melt into his, her words reflected her internal resistance. “I can manage all on my own, thank you.”
He’d expected that response and she hadn’t failed him. She’d been right about one thing tonight. In this, Amanda was innocent. She didn’t know all the moves a man could make, but she was about to get a crash course. Molding his fingers around hers, he nuzzled his way through the sheet of wet hair to nibble on her ear as he whispered, “Allow me to assist.”
Amanda squeaked, a forming of words disintegrating under the movement of their hands as Knox directed hers up and over her breasts. He was stronger, and even when her hands tried to wiggle out from beneath his, he managed to keep them pinned, making her palms massage the flushed globes of her breasts until he slid their hands down to cup them and offer them up. Knox hooked his chin over her shoulder and watched the heavy rise and fall of her chest.
“You really do have beautiful breasts, all smooth and creamy with such rosy little nipples.” His thumbs propelled hers upward to twirl over her puckered tits. The slow roll had her hips echoing the motion as her head sank into his shoulder. “So responsive. You like that, baby girl?”
Amanda moaned out her response, arching into the touch of her own hands. No longer resistant, her fingers shifted beneath his taking control of the sensual teasing. Knox nibbled on her shoulder, eyes fixated on the arousing site of Amanda pleasuring herself. He could feel his dick press harder against the softness of her rear as it swelled in silent demand.
He held his darker impulses in check, letting Amanda wind herself up. It not only aroused him to watch, but the irony of it amused him. She didn’t know it yet, but Amanda would become her own torturer, because he had no intention of letting her find any satisfaction, by his hand or hers.
She shivered and shuddered in his embrace. Her body beginning the sensual dance of desire as her hand slipped downward over her stomach. Knox tensed, waiting for the moment when she’d show him everything. He could feel her legs shift, opening up to make room even as he prodded her on.
“That’s it baby girl, show me how you liked to be touched.”
“Knox.”
The husky whisper stroked against him even as he heard the faint plea within it. It was the call of a woman to her man, seeking mercy and solace. The sound cut through him, through all the games and manipulations to touch a part of him he didn’t want any woman touching. Toughening his reserves, he forced the reminder Amanda was nothing more than a momentary plaything by pressing her hand over her mound and penetrating Amanda with not just his own fingers but hers as well. The sudden violation had her hips arching as Amanda’s sheath wept and pulsed heated cream down over his hand.
“So, damn hot and tight, do you feel it, baby girl? How your little pussy suckles and tries to pull your fingers deeper? It wants to be filled and fucked. It begs for it.”
Amanda panted in his embrace, unable to form the words, but Knox heard her through the wanton grinding of her body. Her hips arched and rolled, a seductive caress against his cock that had him swelling almost painfully in response to the silent invitation. The teasing motion had her little pussy clamping around their fingers in demand for his dick.
Her fingers responded. Pressing back against his, they set a slow rhythm to the fucking, pressing her into his erection in a sensual tease. Knox clenched his jaw as he fought to maintain control of the moment. When he plunged his fingers deep into her sheath, he rolled them across her velvety walls until he hit the magic spot, making her jerk and cry out.
He made her twist over and over, bringing her to tears as she begged for more. With each cry, each soulful rub of her body, Knox’s control frayed a little more before it snapped. With no conscious thought, his hands and body moved, lining up the head of his cock with heaven and plunging him into its molten depths.
Driven by some primal need to posses her clear to her soul, Knox drove himself harder and faster into her. She fell forward, her hands splaying across the tiled stall to give her leverage as she humped and ground herself onto his cock. Then it hit her and he felt the walls of her sheath clamp so tight his cock swelled painfully under the constriction.
His eyes closed as his body shuddered to a stop, enjoying the magic of Amanda’s release from the inside out. It would be so easy to join her, to let the heated lava of ecstasy consume and destroy him.
Condom. Knox growled and bit back on the temptation to forget that practical concern. He’d be damned if he scrounged one out of the bathroom drawers. He dragged Amanda in here for a reason and she already made him forget his goals enough to grant her a release. He would not allow her to claim total victory.
Sliding out of her pussy had to be one of the hardest things he’d ever done, but he managed. Knox even managed to catch her whimpering, shuddering form and lift her into his arms before Amanda hit the floor. He was still hard and far from done playing with his new toy. The satisfaction he felt at having her curl into his embrace, panting and pleading, rivaled the buzz from his recent release.
She’s mine now. Knox could do anything to her, with her. He could demand whatever he wanted from her and she would give it to him. There was one thing he wanted more than anything. Turned on by the mastery he now had over her, he carefully arranged her across his bed. Legs splayed, arms limp, she didn’t resist his positioning.
Cupping her creaming cunt in one hand, he leaned over her as his fingers slid through her folds to torment her tender little clit. As if hit by an electric shot, she jerked under his touch, twisting and moaning as her hips arched upward in blatant invitation for more.
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