by Selena Kitt
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Kathryn literally beamed as Jason stood beside the oven and begrudgingly complimented her over her apple pie. Against his better judgment he'd had to tell her straight up how good the meal had been, and to top it all off she'd chosen to make his absolute favorite pie and added her own special touch to the delicious dessert.
She'd insisted it was such a simple recipe there was truly no way she could have screwed it up even if she'd never taken the cookery classes. Just a few ripe apples, some strong, freshly grated cinnamon–which she claimed to love the smell of, and he'd thoroughly agreed since it was a scent he associated with her entirely–a cup of flour, a dash of salt, and a bit of oil. She'd said she thought her crust turned out more thick and heavy than light and flaky, but Jason sure didn't seem to think so, and didn't mind one bit as he licked the crumbs off his fork from his second piece. The woman could cook. Of that he'd little doubt, now. She was so different here on the ranch, and the combination was getting to him again despite his best intentions to stay clear of her until her time here was up and she could safely return home. In fact, the very idea of her possibly leaving soon sent a shock of electricity to his gut, leaving a very unexpected ache remaining.
“Jason," she said softly, "I want you to make love to me." She ran her hand along his tense and bulging bicep. "Let go of whatever is holding you from me. Show me the real you. Teach me more than just what you do for a living. Teach me what you like in the bedroom. I need to know.”
"Kathryn, you don't know what you're asking for."
"Yes, I think I do, Jason. Please."
She peered up at him through thick lashes, eyes shining with unshed tears and want plain on her face. The innocence of this woman had been his undoing, and now her pleading was driving him to the other side of sanity. He needed to make her his, in all ways. No more pushing her away after a quick roll in the hay. Time to show her who he truly was, consequences be damned. Mine. The word ricocheted through his brain and into his heart. Just as she had interfered with his good intentions, now she had gone and changed his plans for the future.
"Damn it, woman!" He let a loud groan escape from his lips.
Without warning, Jason spun her around and pushed her against the edge of the counter, bending her face down so her cheek rested on the cold marble top, her wrists clasped tightly in his thick, calloused grip.
Panting, he flipped up the back of her blue sundress around her waist, and ripped off her sensible, white, lace-trimmed panties.
"Kathryn, you need to be sure. I've held back as long as I can. Men have needs, darlin', and you've pushed me to my limits far too often for me to turn back once I get started here. I won't be able to stop this time. You do know what you're in for with a man like me, right? Tell me you truly get it because the last thing I want to do is hurt you." He ran his hand over her fleshy behind, marveling at the creamy softness of her skin. Imagining how it would feel to sink his cock deep between her cheeks and into her moist heat.
"I understand, Jason. I do, really do. I want this, you, more than you could ever know. You don't scare me."
Jason hissed and sucked in a breath. He leaned over her back, running his hand down between her legs, curling his fingers into her wet crevice. Damn, she was so wet, so ready she could take him twice and not run dry.
Releasing the buttons on his jeans, he pulled his now solid shaft from within the confines of the restrictive material. With a single thrust, he roughly pressed his length deep into her heated core. She was so damn warm and tight. It was all he could do not to come at that very moment.
“Jason, please” she moaned, pushing back against him, encouraging him to take her.
Grabbing the back of her neck and holding her down with his other hand on her back he slammed his hard cock into her. Not even caring as much now if he hurt her a little, she had asked for this, he was only human. A man could only take so much!
“You want my cock, young lady, well now you are going to get it. Time to live dangerously,” Jason growled in her ear, as he continued his assault on her throbbing sex. Over and over he pulled his cock from her heat, slamming back in hard every time. She had driven him nuts with her playing, whether she knew it or not, and now it was his turn.
“Do you like that, Kathryn?” he demanded of her, squeezing her neck a little when she did not answer him. "Is this what you've been after?"
“Yes..." She moaned, panting.
He suddenly pulled out of her, a hiss escaping between his teeth, his cock throbbing, dripping their combined juices from the tip. If he wasn't careful he was going to finish this before they'd even started.
Looking back at him, watching him as he attempted to contain himself, she emitted a long, low, grumbling chuckle. “Am I too much for you Jason?”
His anger at himself for giving in to her, not holding back when he knew he should never have allowed it to go this far, now turned into a sexual need to have her, to own her. He was raging with the feeling of wanting to fuck her so hard she would beg for more, or maybe beg him to stop. Jason was absolutely beyond reality now. He was burning with need, intoxicated by her scent on him, around him, all vanilla and cinnamon saturating the very air he breathed. Beyond all rational thought anymore, Jason only knew he needed to have more of her. He was running on pure male animal lust now, and it was damned dangerous.
Her chuckle seemed only to add to his already heightened mood, as he looked over her body, bent over the counter, legs spread wide and that ass, her perfect, pliable, voluptuous ass. He was almost drooling at the thoughts going through his mind. Even he was surprised at how much he wanted her...how he wanted her.
"I mean, sir," she drawled with something resembling an evil grin crossing her features. She knew she had him. Damn the woman. She'd hit his sweet spot dead on.
Feeling a heat come over him that had nothing to do with the temperature outside, Jason began to sweat with uncontrollable urge. The effort to restrain himself almost killed him.
He smacked her ass, hard, waiting with baited breath to see if she would complain, if she would struggle at the turn of his dominance this time and change her mind. He needed to know if she realized the difference between the spanking in the barn, the chastisement of her childish, unruly behavior, and the sexual need he now attempted to fill for them both. He had to know if he'd misjudged her even the slightest bit, though her calling him sir left very little doubt.
She didn’t move a muscle. Much to his amazement, she actually moaned in pleasure. Watching her perfect dimpled butt cheek turn a slight shade of pink almost proved to be his undoing. He smacked her again, a little harder this time, and she swayed back and forth absorbing the pain in her generous behind, pushing her ass back out for more.
"Sir, yes. Please, sir, I need..." Kathryn panted and pressed back against his hand, searching.
Sliding his calloused fingers over the blossoming redness of his handprint on her bottom, he sucked in a breath. He loved the way the outline formed on her ass, almost glowed against her soft, pale skin. "You are going to be the death of me, I swear it."
He leaned down to nip at the back of her neck, his five o'clock shadow chafing against her skin and leaving rosy streaks in the wake of his mouth as he moved over to nibble her shoulder. "In good time, baby. Be patient just a little longer. I won't be able to hold off very long this first time."
Sliding his hand between her thick thighs, he cupped her pussy and feeling the wetness of her, how excited she was, groaned deep in his chest as he entered her with two of his fingers. He began massaging her clit with his thumb as his fingers sought out, curled upward, and found her g-spot.
Moaning and moving against his hand, she pushed back against him. “Jason, please. I need...” she begged him, turning her head to look back at him from under thick lashes, her eyes shining with unspent tears from the sting of the spanking.
He knew she was enjoying herself, her pussy was literally soaking his hand. She was ready for him.
Grabbi
ng his hard cock as he moved his other hand to rest on her thick hip, he lined his hardness up with her center and pushed deep.
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Spreading her thighs with a light kick to each calf, Jason prodded roughly at her entrance, and then letting out a low growl, he slammed forward in a rush, filling her, stretching her. Kathryn cried out at the welcome intrusion, her climax already building, her legs becoming shaky and weak.
She moaned as his fingers dug into her hips, his hands lifting her up and back to meet each deep plunge. He rocked his hips, stroking her pleasure higher. She keened as he passed over the same spot again and again, causing her insides to clamp around him as she reached the edge.
Jason thrust into her, pain and pleasure erupting simultaneously, stealing her breath and carrying her away to ride in ecstasy. She screamed as he forced her through one orgasm after another, pistoning in and out faster and faster, bringing her to completion long after she was sure she couldn't take anymore.
He grunted, dropping down over her back to claim her lips as he emptied himself into her core. Breathing heavily, he pulled his still hard shaft from between her thighs, bending to scoop her up in his arms and cradle her against his chest.
Kathryn snuggled into the crook of his neck, gazing adoringly up at him, eyelids heavy, panting heavily.
He slipped inside the master bedroom and tenderly placed her against the pillows on the large, dark wood, four-poster bed. For a second, she was fearful he would walk out the way he had in the barn, but he drew off his jeans and boxers, pulled his t-shirt over his head, and slid onto the bed next to her, claiming her mouth once again. She knew in that instant she'd never want to leave him, leave this ranch, and could only pray Jason felt the same.
10
Kathryn woke to the sound of rushing water mixed with the low rumbling tone of Jason's voice. He spoke too quietly for her to hear what he said, but she had a gut feeling she knew who was on the other end of the line. She had no intention of making it easy on anyone.
Slipping into the adjoining bathroom, she spied Jason's burner phone on the counter by the sink, and Jason within the confines of the clear shower doors as steamy water and frothy bubbles sluiced over his tanned skin. Damn. She felt a rush of moisture to her core at the sight of him in all his glory, bicep and pectoral muscles flexing as he ran his fingers through his dark, saturated hair, rinsing it free of the clinging shampoo.
The scent of a woodsy cedar in the moist air of the room told her he'd already used the delicious smelling body wash and was likely just about finished his morning routine.
Kathryn grinned as she yanked open the door to the cubicle and stepped inside. Time to change his morning routine a little.
"Well, howdy, darlin'." Jason drawled, flashing his pearly whites as she slipped in the stall. "I trust you slept well?"
"Oh, I think I slept just fine, Jason. In fact, I feel better than I have in my entire life thanks to you."
"Happy to be of service, ma'am," he teased.
Kathryn traced the smooth, rippled strength of his stomach and the gentle rise and fall of his expansive chest. She ran the edges of her nails down between his ribs, watching in fascination as his cock jerked in response to her touch. Stroking her perfectly manicured fingernails over the ripples in his abdomen, she smirked as he flinched and partially twisted away from the tormenting digits. "Who was on the phone?"
"What?"
"The phone. I heard you speaking to someone just before I came in here." She dug her nails into the tight muscles at his hips when he hesitated.
"Oh, yeah. That." He chuckled. "I called Pete to check in. They caught your stalker. Turns out the new guy, Brian, was in on a deal to get to your Daddy through you and was feeding the stalker guy information about your whereabouts up until the time I decided to bring you here. Something about a big pay off if they could convince the Senator to back down and look the other way in this legislative vote or something. Pete says your Daddy wants you home, today." Jason frowned, his eyes clouding over as he said the last part.
His simple facial expression made her heart soar. He truly didn't want her to go home any more than she wanted to leave, and for the first time in her life she was actually happy, wanted, accepted.
"And if I don't quite feel like going home yet, sir?" She pressed herself against him and opened her mouth over his throat, licking and nibbling over his warm, wet flesh.
Jason's eyes lit up at her words. "Well then, baby doll, I guess I'm going to have to get used to your horrible culinary skills and chasing away all the evil little animals that are out to bite you or trip you up in mud puddles."
Kathryn's laugh ended in a squeal as he grabbed her wrists from where she'd just stroked a sharp nail over his swollen manhood. He forced them over her head, clasping both tight in one meaty palm as he pressed her against the wall of the shower.
Her back hit the cool wall and she gasped, "Jason, not now, not—"
His lips covered hers and his tongue darted in, stealing any further protests.
He reached between them and slipped his hand between her thighs, fingers plunging into her wet heat and she groaned at the intrusion. She was wet. She was ready.
She raked her fingers into his slick hair and bit his bottom lip. Aroused like this, her hunger was an untamed beast that craved all the wild passion he could give. Foreplay and sugary words be damned. She needed to be fucked hard, now.
"Sir, can you...can we disperse with the preliminaries, please?" she begged. "I need you inside me, sir, please."
Jason growled and spun her to face the wall.
Kathryn whimpered and spread her thighs, welcoming his forcefulness. She needed this. She needed him to push her to the edge of sanity like he'd done many times last night. His dominance, the control he exerted in the bedroom, was her newest addiction, and she wondered if she could ever really have enough.
He grabbed her hips and yanked her back against his groin, shoving the thick head of his dick to press against her opening. Her slickness had his cock gliding back and forth between her folds, tormenting her with every brush of the head over her engorged nub. She felt his knuckles brush against her ass as he grabbed himself and guided his thickness inside her entrance. As wet as she was, he could've filled her with one smooth thrust. Instead, he stretched her with shallow strokes, causing her core to clench, desperate to have him all the way inside.
Bracing both hands on the wall she pushed back against him, letting out a silent scream as he continued to thrust in and out, speeding up until the slaps of his pelvis hitting her ass became the only noise that filled the room over the sound of rushing water.
Heat billowed up and out as the first climax tore through her. Another built up before she could recover. The pleasure overwhelmed her and she screamed, "Jason, oh my god, yes. Please, don't...stop...sir."
She made a keening sound, holding herself up with one hand and reaching back with the other to latch onto his hip. He slammed in and brushed her hand away.
His hand fisted in her hair, forcing her to stay in place. She felt his heat against her back as his mouth covered her shoulder, nipping hard at the sensitized skin. "Behave, woman," he growled. "We do this on my terms, my way. Demanding anything from me will only gain you more punishment."
"Yes, sir," she panted out.
Releasing her hair, he slid his hand down her back and brought it to rest on her generous backside, his thumb slipping between her ass cheeks to press lightly against the sensitive pucker.
"I want to take you here, Kathryn," he traced the outer edge of the tight muscle. "And when you're ready, when I have made you ready to accept my cock in your sweet ass, you will know what pleasure really is."
Kathryn groaned deep in her throat at the mental image he presented along with the increased pressure of Jason's thumb working its way inside her tightness. The idea of taking him in her rear entrance made her heart thud and sent a thrill racing to her core. She couldn't help the soft whimper that escaped her lips
as heat gathered low in her belly.
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Jason sucked in a breath as his thumb breached her tight entrance, the tightening of her vaginal muscles clamping down on his cock deep within her channel.
He'd been hesitant at first, waiting, trying to give her time to get used to the idea of his thumb penetrating her tight ass. Pushing his digit into her little by little, each time pulling back out. He continued to plunge his cock hard against her sweet spot with each thrust. She was so tight; the head of his cock was almost bursting. The deeper he pressed into her taut ring of muscle, the more she relaxed, accepting the intrusion. He stroked the inside of her hole, massaging the thick ring until his thumb slid in and out freely and her moaning had increased in pitch to the point it drove him insane.
She gasped, moaning as he slid his thumb back out and replaced it with two, thick fingers, stretching her gently until she accepted the invasive digits. He moved his hand faster now, alternating with each plunge of his dick into her heated channel as Kathryn panted heavily, pressing back against the pressure in her rear.