Taming His Brat

by Piper Stone

Chapter Ten

  The spanking seemed like hours before, sublime longing replacing any desire for punishment.

  Their tongues entwined, rolling together in a passionate roar. Cooper spread her legs as far open as she was able, the invitation blatant and one he accepted, plunging two fingers inside her wet pussy. Moaning into the kiss, she tried in vain to reach his groin with her hand, settling for rocking back and forth. She loved tempting this man, teasing him into an uncontrollable state. And she didn’t have to wait long for his reaction.

  Breaking the heated moment, he took several deep breaths before pushing her down to the floor, his eyes somehow darker than before. “Suck me. Take every inch into that hot mouth of yours.” He leaned back in the chair, spreading his legs as he kept his gaze pointed.

  Purring, Cooper ran her hands up along the insides of his legs, lightly digging her fingertips against his jeans. When she reached his crotch, she stroked the entire length, moving up and down in an exaggerated fashion. Rewarded with a low and husky growl, she continued rubbing then lowered her head, pressing her mouth against the base. Her eyes never left him as she finally reached for his belt, tugging on the loop until it surrendered from the buckle.

  “Such a sinful girl,” he managed in a garbled manner. He’d placed his hand behind his head, as if completely relaxed, but she knew better. He was on edge and famished, merely giving her the gift of toying with him.

  The belt finally undone, she yanked on the hem of his shirt until the entire shirt was free from its tight confines. Flexing open her fingers, she brushed them all the way up his chest until she could encircle his nipples with her index fingers, around and around in slow motion.

  He blew out a deep breath, his eyes moving to mere slits, but she could tell he was simply biding his time, preparing to ravage her.

  Crouching forward, she licked around his belly button before moving up to the middle of his stomach while her fingers worked to unbutton and unzip. She was having way too much fun for a good little girl. The thought giving her a chuckle, she peeled away the two edges of his pants, dipping two fingers under the base of the zipper and caressing his cock. The touch was feathery light but enough to make his ass leave the seat and his hands slap down on the edge of the chair.

  “Finish undressing me,” Rex commanded as he kept his back in an arch.

  “With pleasure, sir,” she whispered, her tone like a smooth slip of silk. The electricity shared between them was heightened, as if their connection was stronger than ever. She had difficulty breathing as excitement surged through her, keeping her adrenaline in a ragged rush and her pulse skipping.

  When he was fully naked, his cock standing at full attention, she blew across the tip then eased back. She gave him a coy smile, the butter-wouldn’t-melt-in-her-mouth expression meant to drive him into a frenzy.

  The savage grunt escaping his mouth turned into a knowing sneer. Now, with lazy eyes, he peered down at her as he slipped his hand around his cock, stroking the base. “Suck and swallow.”

  God, she adored his raspy voice as well as his dominating ways. Opening her mouth wide, she accepted the tip, swirling her tongue around his cockhead. She kept her fists on the floor for a few seconds as he took full control, pumping and twisting the base of his cock as he watched her suck. The first drops of pre-cum were scintillating, creating an unabashed yearning to take every last drop, sucking him dry.

  He pulled out, tapping the head against her mouth then resuming his relaxed position. “You drive me wild.”

  “Good.” With one hand wrapped around the base and the other sliding under his balls, she lowered her head. Dragging her tongue back and forth across the sensitive slit, she waited until he moaned to roll the tip around in lazy circles. When he jutted his hips forward, only then did she accept first a single inch, then another.

  And another.

  Her tongue never stopped moving as she sucked, using her strong jaw muscles to clamp and squeeze. She twisted her hand around his shaft, creating the kind of friction that created prickles on his arms. The moment she put pressure on his testicles, rolling them between her fingers, he let out a ragged roar.

  “Fuck!” Panting, he raked his hand through his hair, his chest heaving as he gasped for air.

  Cooper moved up and down on half of his shaft, struggling to keep her own self-control. Losing the battle, she engulfed more of his cock, relaxing her throat as slurping sounds filtered into the room. When the tip hit the back of her throat, she held the stance until her gag reflexes kicked in. Pulling her mouth all the way off, she licked her lips, taking several deep breaths, and licked down the underside.

  “Yes... Shit, woman.” Rex tossed his head back and forth, one leg twitching.

  Taking his seed sac into her mouth, she pumped the length of his shaft while she sucked, savoring the intense flavor. The scent of him, of her master and lover was more intoxicating than before, creating tingling wetness between her legs.

  Clench. Release.

  Clench. Release.

  Cooper was close to forcing her own orgasm, a punishable offense. She watched as he clamped his eyes shut, his mouth moving without words emitted, and only then did she lick back up to the tip. This time, she stood fully on her knees, taking every inch into her mouth until her lower lips rested on his balls.

  “God!” Placing one hand on top of her head, his hand was shaking as he fisted her hair. “That’s it. Fuck me. So good, little brat.” As if exhausted, he relaxed his hold, slumping further into the chair, but he certainly wasn’t going to let her go.

  Counting to ten, she resumed sliding her wet mouth up and down, sucking on just the tip then lowering her head. Her hand twisted the base, stroking up to meet her mouth with every pass. She had a perfect rhythm, her heart racing as she continued pleasing him.

  He growled, the savage noises cresting in volume. Pushing up from the chair, he jutted his hips up and down, face fucking her in a brutal manner.

  And she loved every second.

  Within seconds, she could tell he was close to coming. She closed her eyes, relaxing her throat again and gave his balls another hard squeeze.

  “Ah!” The roar was garbled yet booming and his entire massive frame shook violently as he exploded into her mouth. “My perfect... brat.”

  His raspy voice filtered into her ears, a reminder of the rugged man she couldn’t get enough of. The taste of him was exquisite, filling her mouth and throat with the sweetest cream. Gulping and swallowing, she refused to let go of his cock until he thumped back against the chair. Relaxing, she eased his cock out of her mouth, dragging her tongue around the outside of her lips, refusing to lose a single drop. “Mmm...”

  “So... fucking... good,” he breathed in a strangled manner, laughing softly as he shook his head. His eyes remained unfocused as he blinked, moving until he was able to sit on the edge of the chair. Leaning over, he kept his mouth only inches from hers. “I love having you here.”

  “I love being here, although you could use a decorator.” Wrinkling her nose, she gave him a wonky look until he grabbed both her wrists, yanking her closer.

  Smacking her on the ass, he laughed until he coughed. “You are such a damn handful.”

  “That’s why you adore me and need to... what did you say? Oh, yes, tame me. Like a wild child.”

  “Or a bucking bronco.” His playful expression changed, his eyes darting back and forth. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

  “I’m much better now.” She was surprised how much so.

  “Are you ever going to tell me what started this, and I don’t mean just tonight? Something triggers your need for pain.”

  “Maybe.” She laughed in a mischievous manner, hoping he’d forget the whole thing. Her aching ass would be a wonderful reminder and hopefully keep her on track for the next few days. Focus. That was more important than anything at this point.

  “You’re as stubborn as I am. I won’t push you anymore tonight, but you’re going to have to tell me eventuall
y. How about a drink?”

  “Does that mean I’m staying the night?”

  He simply gave her a heated look as he growled, “I’ll tie you to the bed.”

  “I think I might like that,” Cooper mused as she helped him to his feet, rising onto her tiptoes to kiss his nose. “Hey, cowboy. Do you mind if I wear your shirt?”

  “No panties!” Rex pointed his index finger, winking.

  Backing away, she lifted her arms. “I’ve taken the no-panty pledge.”

  “Good girl. Maybe you won’t get spanked again until tomorrow night.” Winking, he walked around the kitchen island.

  She sighed out of contentment and yanked his shirt off the floor, pulling the material to her face and nose and inhaling. The scent was all about testosterone: a hint of musk, a dollop of somewhere woodsy, and a slice of exotic spices. She eased into it, rubbing her hands down the front as she buttoned a few, leaving her cleavage wide open. Noticing his rumpled jeans, she leaned over, tugging them off the floor. A small white card was underneath and must have fallen out of Rex’s pocket.

  Darting a glance over her shoulder, she snapped the card into her fingers, peering at the limited writing. A name and phone number. She flipped it over then frowned, seeing nothing else. Was this the person Rex had called? Was he finally trying to get some additional help? Oh, God, maybe he was enlisting again. That would make sense why he didn’t care about the ranch and why—

  “What are you doing?” Rex asked. While there was no actual inflection in his tone, Cooper sensed he was angry.

  “Um, nothing. Just picking up your clothes.” She turned only slightly, trying to slide the card into his pocket before he noticed.

  His eyes fell directly to her hands, locking on the only partially hidden business card. Almost slamming the glasses down on the kitchen table, he stormed toward her, his eyes wild with fury. “Stop snooping! What do you think you’re doing?”

  The level of vehemence threw her, and she knew from one look in his eyes that he’d fallen into the very dark place he’d warned her about. “Whoa. Rex, it’s just a card I found on the floor. Breathe.”

  “You can’t do that kind of thing to me! Do you hear me?” he demanded as he closed the distance.

  “Rex. Yes, I understand. I’m sorry.” She shrank back as his face turned beet red, the veins on the side of his neck bulging. “Let me go, Rex. Please.”

  It was as if he didn’t hear her. His eyes were far away, his lower lip twitching.

  “Rex.” There was no getting through to him. A flash from the past, from the horrible night rushed into the forefront of her mind, snapping her back into the past. Darkness. Hands gripping her. Nasty words. She couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t... “Let me go! Get away from me, you freak!” Screaming, she managed to jerk away, almost stumbling over the coffee table in her desperate attempt to get away from him. Run. You have to run.

  Images rushed by, all the nightmares and torment, all the terror she’d fought to keep at bay. There was no time. No past. Nothing but fear. Gasping for any kind of air, she took off running, heading down the darkened hallway to the first room. She struggled to slam and lock the door and the second she heard footsteps, she retreated into the darkness, hitting the wall with a hard thud and sliding down to the floor.

  “One. Two. Three. Four. Five.”

  The visions remained, becoming suffocating.

  As she covered her head with her hands, her body rocking, she knew she’d never be normal. She could never find happiness. She would never be free from the monster.

  * * *

  Get away from me, you freak!

  Freak. Freak. Freak. Maybe that’s all he’d ever be.

  Blinking, Rex pulled himself out of the fog, the words she’d issued reverberating in his mind. “What the...” He shook his head, chastising himself that he’d overreacted about the damn card. What the hell was wrong with him? After rubbing his eyes, he blinked in order to focus, realizing she certain hadn’t remained in the room. “Cooper. Where are you?”

  Fuck. He’d obviously lost a few seconds, blacking out.

  Almost panicking, he grabbed onto the fleeting image of her face when he’d... “Oh, fuck. Fuck!” Clenching his fist, he swung a punch into the air. What in God’s name had he done to her? Terrified the fuck out of her, just like he’d been petrified of doing. “Cooper?” He took another full three sixty before heading toward his bedroom, almost bounding by the closed door.

  Trying the handle, he tipped his head back and groaned. The door was locked. Fuck. Fuck! After taking several deep breaths, he knocked on the door. “Cooper? Are you in there?” He heard nothing for a full minute. Then he could tell she was sobbing. Palming the door, tears rushed to his eyes. “Oh, baby. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to get so angry. That was stupid and horrible. Please open the door. Please.”

  The muffled sobs turned into complete silence.

  Rex was sick to his stomach, the ugliness inside of him clawing at the surface. He’d done the very thing he’d feared the most, destroy his relationship with the love of his life. Blinking back tears, he pressed his face against the door, uncertain whether she would even listen to any kind of an apology. “Cooper, I don’t know if you can or even want to listen to me, but I promise you I’m going to get more help. I just... I have so many things to tell you, details about my past that I’m not proud of. I guess I wanted you to see me as the person you thought I was before I left, but I’m not that man.”

  He took a series of deep breaths, trying to calm his nerves and find the right words to say. “I would give anything to take back what I said, how I said it. I never want to hurt you, but I understand if you never want to see me again. I’m a broken man and not anything that you should be around.” The sting of his burning tears was well deserved. He was no good for her this way. “I, um... I’ll leave the truck keys on the table and go spend the night at my dad’s. I’ll figure out a way to get the truck back tomorrow. I’m just so sorry and baby, I...” Why say the words? Why even add that to the mix?

  I love you with all my heart.

  Yeah, he was some big he-man unable to admit his true feelings.

  Slumping down, he turned away, his body tensing when he heard the lock being turned and the door opening.

  “Rex, wait. It’s not about you. It’s about me. I’m the broken one,” Cooper whispered, the sound of her voice filled with such intense agony. “That’s why I needed the spanking and the release. That’s been the only way to fall away from the precipice. I’m just... broken.”

  “That’s where you’re wrong. I know what I am. I’m a horrible, lying sack of shit.” Rex couldn’t believe he was hearing the words coming out of her mouth. How could she think that she was anything but perfect?

  “Please look at me.”

  Turning slowly, he couldn’t stop shaking as she stood huddled in the doorway, her shadowed silhouette so small. “Baby, I don’t know why you’d say that, but there’s nothing wrong with you. So, you crave pain. That’s not unusual.”

  She inched closer, her hands wringing together. “Maybe not, but it’s getting worse. I need to tell you some things. I should have already talked to you, but with everything you’re going through, I just didn’t want to burden you.”

  “Burden me? Nothing you could ever say, do, or want would place a burden on me. Don’t you get it? I adore you. I love you and I have since the first moment I laid eyes on you all those years ago.” Rex dared to move even closer, wanting nothing more than to wrap his arms around her and keep her safe from whatever demons were eating her. “Talk to me. You can tell me anything.”

  “Like you’re able to talk to me?” She bit her lip and looked away. “See? I can’t go five minutes without saying something nasty. What in the hell is wrong with me?”

  “You’re angry. I understand raw and vicious rage tearing at your very insides, the kind of clawing need to lash out at anything or anyone who’s happy, or even content. I get it more than you know.” He ti
pped back his head, laughing softly. He was a complete freaking mess.

  “What’s going on with you?” she whispered.

  Exhaling, he took another deep breath. “What you found is the name of a high-ranking Marine who might be able to answer some questions for me.”

  “Okay. What kind of answers are you looking for?”

  Very tentatively he reached out, using a single finger to touch her wrist. When she didn’t flinch, he brushed his fingers across hers.

  Cooper opened her hand, grasping his fingers and inched even closer. “I want to help you. You have to let me in or I won’t be able to.”

  “Oh, baby, you already have. I’m just so sorry.”

  “I knew you were angry about the situation, but the way you said the words... triggered something that happened to me in St. Louis. I just retreated, falling back into the moment.”

  His grasp became firmer. What in the hell had she been through? He refused to allow his anger to resurface. No one was going to get away with hurting his girl. “Do you want to talk about it?”

  After hesitating, she finally nodded. “I wouldn’t mind that drink now.”

  “I think we both need one.” He kept his fingers intertwined with hers as he walked into the living room. Nodding, he grabbed his jeans, plucking the card from the pocket and fingering the number. “I left him a message earlier. I have no idea if he’ll call me back and in truth, I’m not certain what I’d even say to him. If you don’t mind, I’m going to put these on.” Drained from fighting his own demons, he wasn’t entirely certain he had enough strength in order to help her, but he was damn sure going to try. Grabbing two glasses, he plopped several cubes of ice before reaching for the bottle of bourbon.

  “Well, for now. Later on, you will be naked,” she said, chuckling as if to lighten the mood. She headed for the kitchen area, grabbing one of the drinks. She slowly sat in one of the chairs, her back remaining straight.

  He shoved his legs into the jeans, fumbling to button and zip and already walking toward her. Easing down onto the chair, he scooted it closer but left her some breathing room. He remained quiet as she took a couple of sips, her eyes darting back and forth.