“O-okay.” He wasn’t asking for consent, but he knew he had it.
“What’s this?” He trailed his fingers through the moisture dampening her thighs. “Neighbor lady, I think you want me to spank you.” Gliding his thumb over her clit and pausing there, he chuckled. “You’re so wet, I’m tempted to toss you on the bed and fuck you without the preliminaries.”
Outraged, she struggled to sit up. No way was she giving up on the preliminaries!
A firm hand in the middle of her back forced her flat again. “Teasing, pretty lady. I am not letting you off my lap without a rosy reminder of our second evening together. Not if the idea of my spanking you gets you this hot. I’m thinking you might let me have my way—any way—with you if I had a paddle with me. But, for tonight, we’ll have to make do with my hand and maybe my belt.”
Yes! Oh my God. I need this. Dropping her head, she lifted her bottom in invitation, fighting the urge to demand he get started. She’d been guilty of topping from the bottom in the past and didn’t want him to feel the need to address the issue, yet. “Please, oh, please yes!”
Chuckling again, he rubbed circles on her fanny. “I hope you don’t regret your eagerness. I play hard.”
She bucked on his lap. Get to it! The first swat slammed down on her left cheek with such force only his hand on her back held her in place. Bare handed. Tears shook free with his second spank on her right cheek.
“You weren’t kidding.” But so, so good. As he began a flurry of swats covering her bottom from top to, well, bottom, she tried to breathe slowly and absorb them. The first few stung but soon it blended into a hot hurt reaching deep into her soul, pulling out emotions so buried she’d almost forgotten them. Tears fell to the carpet like rain, and she shuddered in ecstasy and pain, welcoming the hurt, which acted as the sun, melting the ice encasing her soul all the time she’d been alone.
Finally, he paused and shifted her forward. She wiped at her eyes. His buckle clicked then the hiss of the belt gliding through loops warned her he was going to follow up as promised. The throbbing heat of her bottom felt like a beacon, guiding him home.
John paused, the belt trailing over her thighs. Had she had enough? Her bottom glowed, red with handprints overlapping until the only finger marks showed at the very edges of her magnificent rounded curves… if curves could have edges.
The dim hallway light shone right on his lap and the woman lying there. He set the belt down and rested his hand on her fanny, the heat burning into his palm. Leaning down, he pressed a kiss to her ear. “You look so beautiful. I am going to lay a few with my belt then fuck you until morning.”
She whimpered and sighed, her cream soaking into his jeans, the scent of her arousal filling his nostrils, sweet and musky and sparking his desire like nothing he’d ever experienced before. His cock twitched in anticipation. If this was what a little hand slapping did to her, he couldn’t wait to show her some of his toys.
Raising the belt again, he brought it down on her upper thighs, leaving a red stripe across both. She cried out then, as he laid a matching mark below it, she let out a moan that raised the hair on his arms. He’d come in his pants like a teenager in a minute.
Another half dozen strokes and her thighs almost matched the crimson of her bottom. Enough. He tossed the belt to the floor and flipped her over.
Dear God.
“What’s wrong?”
Her face was as red as her bottom and legs. Cheeks wet with tears, she sobbed. How had he not realized her heaving breaths were crying? Some women cried but why… “Felicity, are you hurt? Why didn’t you say something?”
She cried harder, flinging her arms around his neck and pressing her cheek to his chest, the tears soaking his shirt in a moment.
Panicked, he held her closer, unsure what to do. She’d been aroused, no doubt, but maybe he’d gone too far? It had been a relatively mild spanking compared to what he’d hoped they’d share in future. The women he’d played with in Texas had never reacted like this. Of course they’d been casual dates where their play had been planned ahead, but their sessions had been far rougher.
“Felicity,” he said, stroking her hair, “tell me, what’s wrong?”
She cried harder and, at a complete loss, he held her and waited until her sobbing slowed and her breathing evened out. Then she sat up straight, face blotchy and eyes swollen and, to his utter dismay, broke into laughter. Tears flowed again, and she clutched his shirt, shaking.
An emotion release of such intensity indicated she’d been holding back for a long time.
After a few minutes, the laughter faded and she shook her head. “I’m so sorry,” she said, drawing and releasing a long breath. “I have never reacted like that to a spanking, I promise. You must think I’m crazy.
“I think I understand. How long has it been since you’d had a spanking? Or had sex… I mean other than the other night.”
She bit her lip. “I’ve only been with one man besides you, ever. My late husband. For spanking or… or anything.”
John brought her back to rest against his chest. “What a gift you’ve given me.” He stroked her hair, its silk caressing his palm. Standing up, he set her on the edge of the bed and left the room, guessing the other door would lead to an attached bath, which it did. He dampened a washcloth with cool water and returned to kneel in front of her. Patting her hot face with the cloth, he murmured nonsense to her and then tossed the cloth aside and gripped her thighs with both hands. “Scoot closer to the edge of the bed, baby, and lie back.”
When she complied, he parted her legs and traced the outer lips with one finger. “Even though you haven’t been with anyone, you still stay bare.”
“I… I got in the habit when I was married.” Her voice broke on the last word. “Don’t you like it?”
Shit, he’d never intended to take her back to her time with another man, husband or not. Not at this moment when he’d spent the past days aching to be with her again.
He pinched the lips together and smiled at her gasp. “I love it. Nothing to get in the way of this.” Bending close he released his fingers and took a long lick from front to back. Felicity’s gasp confirmed he’d brought her back to the moment and reinforced his determination. A fresh wave of arousal leaked to trickle down her crack and he smiled and breathed the scent of her. “I’ve missed you, and this.” Gliding his hands back he cupped her ass and lifted her to his face.
The heat of her bottom and her squeak at the contact nearly had him driving up to fuck her now, but he wanted her even more turned on. Begging for whatever he might want to do to her. And he had some ideas what that might be.
Nipping at her labia, he parted them again and blew on the swollen tissues. Felicity shivered. “Ohhh. But it should be my turn to give you pleasure. You already… that is you… ohhh.”
“Shhh,” The warm air of his whisper sent another shiver, goose bumps rising on her bare tummy. Sweet. Everything about her from her scent to her soft skin to her warm eyes was sweet. “Darlin’, if you think this isn’t pleasure for me, you don’t know me at all.” Nuzzling her, he chuckled. “I hope you find pleasure in what I have planned for you for tonight and tomorrow night and the next night.”
Chapter 8
The bar owner, Silas Marsh, led Audrey to a blonde woman with a painted face and feathers tucked in her hair. At least forty, the powder caught in the lines of a visage not treated kindly by her years. He’d told her nobody could be a dancing girl in the outfit she wore. She’d scare them all away with her Sunday go to meeting attire, but they had the right outfit for her new job. As she followed the woman, who called herself Madam Mona, up the steep staircase, Audrey’s heart pounded and her tight stays were the only things keeping her back straight. He hadn’t even asked her if she could dance. Shouldn’t he have asked that? Framed oil paintings of women dressed like Mona lined the wall, each one wearing just a little less until the one at the second floor landing reclined nude, her dark-red nipples a jarring contra
st to her pale skin and the garish crimson fluff between her legs. At least her woman’s parts matched the pile of curls on her head, she thought idly.
Anything to keep the fear at bay. I’m going to dance. Nothing more. She’d applied as a dance hall girl. Not a woman of loose morals. She’d never cross the line. Never. Turning to the left, she entered the hallway, its wooden walls muffling the shouts and singing from downstairs. Just getting through the saloon had taken everything she had. Mona’s skirts slid along the floor with a whoosh. Unless she turned around, you’d never know how lewd her ensemble was, plump breasts lifted almost to her chin, the neckline almost but not quite showing nipples. Would they be rouged like the woman’s in the painting?
A row of doorways lined the hallway, and from behind most, voices could be heard, moans and cries alarming Audrey, but not seeming to faze Madam Mona. It was probably business as usual and the woman never slowed her steps, the whoosh of her skirts accompanied by the click of her heels.
The farther they got from the staircase and her one means of escape, the more Audrey realized how far she’d gotten in over her head. When the door next to the last one opened and a naked girl raced out, squealing, to be dragged back inside by a shirtless cowboy, she’d had enough and stopped.
“I’ve changed my mind, I think.”
Mona opened the last door and waved her inside. “Don’t be ridiculous. You said yourself you have no money. How do you anticipate being able to support yourself without a job? Get in here and take off your church dress.”
Audrey glanced inside and saw rows of dresses and a red satin-covered lounge. A long table held pots of face paint, a mirror fastened to the wall behind it. Still, she hesitated, but Mona clucked and grabbed her arm, towing her inside.
“I don’t have time for silly girls. What do you want to do? Marry some homesteader and starve to death in winter? Out here the only way a woman can make a living for herself is to lie on her back and spread her legs.”
Outraged, Audrey shuffled backward. “I am not here to be a… a fallen woman. I was going to be a dance hall girl, but not now. I can see I made a mistake. I’ll find a way to support myself.” I thought I’d marry a ranch foreman.
Mona laughed, a harsh bark. “None of you girls plan to be a soiled dove, but when you walked in the door you signed your freedom to say ‘no’ away.” She spun Audrey around and began to unlace her stays.
While she tried to understand what that meant, and Mona undressed her, a man slipped in the door and eyed her as she tried to cover her chemise in panic. “Boss wants to know how long before she’s ready, Madam Mona. He wants the boys to get a look. The price is going way up, but pretty soon the gavel’s coming down.”
Tonight. Tomorrow night. The next night. Felicity rocked her head back and forth as John’s clever tongue lapped at her pussy, and two of his fingers dipped into her channel to scoop moisture and slid back toward her bottom. One hand still supported her bottom, reminding her of the spanking that set her on fire. “Yes, anything. I want to—” The next night. Oh no!
She had a date. With Eric.
Teeth nipped at her clit, and she jumped. “Ouch.”
“For a second there, I thought you forgot what we are up to, darlin’.” He nipped again, harder, and a rush of fluid trickled down her thighs. God a little pain went a long way! “Better.” He brought his mouth to her pussy and began to devour her with lips and teeth and tongue while his fingers worked their way back to the one place Pierre never went.
“Yes, oh yes!” she shrieked, grasping his head and holding him against her.
Lifting his head, John met her gaze from between her legs, his chin shiny with her juices. “Yes, eat you?” He took another long lick and heat suffused her from toes to head. “Or maybe, you would like me to pay more attention to your back door?” He brought more moisture there and prodded with the tip of one finger. “I like me some back door lovin’.”
Wordless, she writhed, wanting to tell him the truth but unable to speak with his alternating licking her pussy and working his finger into her bottom. She’d never, she hadn’t…
“You are mighty tight, sweetheart.” Succeeding in getting one finger in to the first knuckle, he pulled it back then slid it in again, a little easier, but it burned. In such a good way. “If I had to guess, I’d say I found a woman who likes spanking but hasn’t had a lot of ass fucking.”
How could such crude words send her so far! Never, she’d never heard those things in bed with her gentleman of an older husband. And she loved it.
“I want you to… to fuck me there.” Not a word she used either. But it felt so good to say, “Fuck me.”
He chuckled again. “Such a lady using such naughty words. If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were looking for another spanking or maybe some corner time.” He quieted, and she knew why. In her sore bottom, a second finger wriggled in next to the first and scissored, stretching, widening. Then he paused. “This is mighty hot play, but I need to know one thing.”
Felicity struggled to focus, with every bit of her attention between her legs and in her bottom. The fingers might be still but they were still there. Where she wanted his cock. Now. “Yes?” She swallowed hard.
“Have you ever had a cock in your bottom? After a nice spanking?” Scissoring the fingers again, he shook his head. “Because I’m thinking no.”
Felicity shook her head. “No. Never.”
“Do you want to?” He held her gaze, his serious expression almost comical with her cream all over his face, but he really wanted to know. He cared what she wanted. And while it always sounded exciting, and the fantasy got her going every time, just his fingers were about to tear her apart. Did she?
She licked her lips. “I want to, but I’m scared.” As a doctor, in the ER, she’d seen the results of some back door play gone wrong. “What if you tear me?”
John withdrew his fingers and stood. “I think we both like a little pain in our play. Am I right?” She nodded. “I like to give it, and you like to receive. But there’s a difference between hurt and harm and, darlin’, I’m never going to harm you. I know I need to earn your trust.”
Taking her hands, he helped her to her feet and turned her to face the bed. “If I don’t fuck you soon, I’m going to explode, but even with all your natural moisture, I’m not going to take a chance tonight.” Grabbing a pillow he tossed it in front of her. “Lie down over that and give me a minute.”
Felicity bent forward until the pillow was under her hips, raising them. Behind her she heard his jeans drop to the floor and the tearing of a packet. A condom. Thank heavens he remained responsible because she was about out of her head.
“Darlin’, that bottom of yours lights up the room. Soft, sweet, curvy, and bearing my marks. What more could a man ask for?” He ran a finger down her crack and paused at her bottom hole before urging her thighs apart and standing between them. Eyes squeezed closed, Felicity felt the head of his cock bump against her pussy, sliding in all the moisture. It’d been a long time, but she didn’t remember anything like the size of the head working into her while he brought one hand around to toy with her clit. Her insides coiled, heated, ready to explode in orgasm. “I know you’ve got to be close, but wait. Don’t come until I tell you.”
Bringing his hips back he drove inside her and she bit her lip hard, grasping the bedspread in fisted hands. Don’t come yet. Don’t come yet. The rhythm beat in her head and in her pussy. Not yet. Not yet. In. Out. Deeper. His balls brushed her thighs. It went on and on, his cock stretching her until she wanted to scream. Then she did. The short hair at his groin scraped her sore bottom, reigniting the nerves there. But he didn’t stop, and she didn’t want him to. What will happen when he puts that huge thing in my ass? Then, just as she couldn’t hold on another second, he slammed hard and held, pinching her clit hard between two fingers.
“Come!”
She did with a shriek, climbing a peak of pleasure and freefalling, flipping end over end in
to a spinning ball of pain and pleasure and a gliding slide into darkness.
John lifted Felicity and held her in one arm while pulling down the quilts and top sheet with the other. He settled her and covered her up to her chin, dropping a kiss on her forehead. She’d fallen to sleep right after he’d fucked her, in a heap on the bed. Her lashes lay in half-moons against her cheeks, the light from the hallway casting shadows across her face. He tucked the covers around her and dropped a kiss on her hair. She looked like an angel sleeping. Happiness filled him.
Amazing how after all this time Corbin’s Bend had become home to him. Because of Felicity.
Slipping out the front door he pulled it closed behind him and headed for his house. He didn’t want to leave her, but he had to be up early in the morning to complete his arrangements outside of town and also needed to meet with Brent and ask some questions about plans he had in mind. He didn’t want to step on any toes when he went full steam ahead with his plans for the future and the head of the ER was an important member of the Corbin’s Bend community. Hopefully, Felicity would read his note and be able to get away from work before dinnertime so he could take her for his surprise.
How he, a man who’d been single for over forty years could develop the urge to settle down and raise a family puzzled even him. Looking out his window at the pretty neighbor lady had been a pleasant diversion, but now that he’d had her over his lap, he wanted to make the arrangement formal.
So much to do and so many things to arrange within a short time. And if Felicity didn’t go along with his idea, he’d have to leave town in total humiliation. Still he hoped it would be worth the challenge. And it would, if she’d say yes. If not, he didn’t care what happened. He’d just keep on being a lonely cowboy writer and give up on changing his life.
He’d call Brent first thing. He had to know who to invite, who could cater, where to get flowers, and where in town it might be possible to stage a flash wedding.
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