by Thianna D.
He leaned against the wall and watched her for a moment. “Well, you’re either a woman set on conning him—”
“I wouldn’t,” she said angrily. How dare he think that she would con someone?
“—Or,” he continued as if she hadn’t interrupted him, “he thinks you’re trying to con him.”
Her self-righteous anger flooded away. “Have women caused a ruckus because of his… proclivities?”
With a snort, he shook his head. “Proclivities? It’s called kink, Miss…? I’m Kendrick.”
“Madison. And yes. Kink. Specifically spanking.” Her voice dropped on the last word and she hurriedly glanced around, hoping there were no cameras or video equipment nearby.
He looked around and then back at her. His eyes narrowed. “What’s your last name, Madison?”
She stood up straight and glared at him. “That is none of your business.”
A lazy smile crossed his lips but it did not meet his glacial eyes. They were hard as a rock. “We take care of each other, Madison. It’s gotten around in the forums that he’s into spanking. So what? Unfortunately, a bunch of money-grubbing whores have decided catching him mid-swat is the easiest way to some money.”
“Oh shit.” She slumped back against the door. “I don’t want anything from him. I just thought this would be a fantastic last hurrah.” Before she had to toe the line into infinity as the politician to trust.
“Getting married?” he asked and the derision in his tone made her want to smack him across the face. The problem was, she could see where he would get that assumption.
“No,” she said sharply. “But my life is going in one direction. I thought a night of fun before hell descends was a good idea.” And this was the second time she’d done that. Because obviously the first last hurrah wasn’t enough.
He lightened up and nodded. “I’d agree.” He pushed off the wall and took a couple steps up to her. “Look me in the eye and tell me you don’t plan to hurt Beau. Tell me you won’t call some damned reporter or film the two of you.”
“Why?” she asked, trying to sound her usual self-confident self, but unable to. Kendrick gave off a huge amount of “I’m in charge” energy and she felt a little muddy-headed.
With a shrug, he looked at the door. “Want to get fucked by Beau or not?”
Damned cowboys. This was why she stayed away from them as a rule. They were not predictable.
“I came for a night of fun. I can’t let anyone know we were together so you can be sure that nobody I know will know.” Unless some political paparazzi was nearby.
Kendrick stared into her eyes and while she preferred to keep the eye lock, she couldn’t and lowered them after a few seconds. With a chuckle, he reached over and knocked sharply on Beau’s door. The door swung open and with a cry she fell backward. Right into Beau’s arms.
The bastard who caused the problem grinned. “I think she’s clean, Beau. She just wants some fun and you definitely need it. Spank her ass if she offends you.” Without another word, he turned and walked away.
Beau looked down at her and she sprang to her feet and out of his arms. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know he was going to do that,” she said, trying to get her balance back. She looked up into his dark brown eyes and her equilibrium took a flying leap. He held the same kind of power Kendrick did. Terrell had held it too as well as that guy who had spanked her a couple years back. In that moment, she was willing to do whatever he wanted.
He jerked his head. “Come in or get out. This is your chance to decide.”
She narrowed her eyes and stalked past him. “Considering you threw me out…”
Beau slammed the door shut and she turned around and noticed his shirt was gone and the only thing he had on was his jeans. Hot didn’t even begin to cover it. Strong wide chest and tight, washboard abs. A tan that covered every inch she could see and oh how she wanted to see more.
“If you want to stay,” he said firmly before taking a seat on the end of the bed, “then you have to prove your point.”
“What point?” she asked, her heart beating a little faster.
He glanced over her from head to toe. “That you want my hand across your ass. Take a real spankin’ and then I’ll fuck you like nobody’s ever fucked you before. Walk out and we’ll never see each other again.”
That was both what she wanted and a bit annoying. How dare he tell her what to do? She stood up straight and crossed her arms over her chest, incredibly aware that her shirt had never been rebuttoned and was hanging off her shoulders oddly. So much for looking haughty. “That’s a rather black and white decision,” she hedged, wanting the spanking and yet not willing to give in. Which was insane as all she wanted to do was submit in that moment.
He cocked a brow. “It isn’t rocket science, Madison. I love to turn a beautiful woman’s ass red. You asked for it. If you really meant it, you’ll bend over my lap and take one. If you’re just here for a little slap and tickle or because you think spankin’ is just a love tap? I’d suggest you leave now. I spank for real and my hand across your ass won’t necessarily feel good.”
Her breathing hitched. It could happen. All she needed to do was give in to it. It felt undeniably naughty. This wasn’t a BDSM club where everyone expected kink. This was a cheap hotel room where anyone walking by could hear. There were no dungeon monitors listening for a safe word. Just her and Beau and the chance of a stinging ass.
It felt like she had a devil on one shoulder and an asshole on the other. The devil was telling her to jump in and do it. The asshole had her father’s voice and reminded her of her responsibilities. “As a Barnet, Madison, we hold a place in this world. We need to show our best side and never have anything else caught on camera. Do not shame the family. Always put your best side forward.”
She turned and looked at her ass and a giggle burst from her throat. She felt punch drunk. Her ass was one of her best assets. Maybe she should put it forward. Front and center.
Madison turned back to him. Beau hadn’t moved. He sat looking at her as though he had all the time in the world for her to make her decision. There was also a softness in his eyes she particularly liked. She barely knew him, but he came across as someone who could be trusted.
After taking a huge breath and letting it out slowly, she kicked off her boots and took a step in his direction.
He gave her a warm smile. “That’s good, darlin’. But you’re gonna have to remove your pants and panties.”
She had to take another breath to calm down her heart. A bare-ass spanking. Even better. Gathering up all the bravado she could, she stepped up to his side and moved her fingers to her jeans. It was heady to watch him watch her. His eyes followed her fingers as she unbuttoned the top button and unzipped. They continued to follow her actions as she put her fingers inside the seam of her jeans and panties and pushed them down to her knees.
“Well now,” Beau said, a slight hum in his voice. “That is a pretty sight. Come on. Over my lap.” He patted his legs and she moved forward. Once she was halfway over, he helped. Whereas she would have bent over his legs with her top half dangling down, he moved her so that her chest rested on the bed. Even with her pants down around her knees, it made her feel more secure.
His large hand patted her right buttock. “You’ve got a nice ass, Madison. Soft. White. And ready to turn a delicious pink.” There was a pause and his fingers wrapped around her chin and turned her face toward him. “I won’t do this unless you really want it. Do you?” Hard brown eyes gazed at her intently.
The question was unexpected. She’d already decided. But it made her feel even safer with him. “Yes. I do.”
“All right.” He released her face and wrapped his rough fingers around her waist. There were no further words. His hand left her behind and came down with a crack. The sound was loud and made her jump, but except for a slight amount of heat that sizzled and quickly went away, it didn’t hurt. In fact, the first five blows didn’t hurt at all. She was disappointed. She rem
embered it as being painful and freeing at the same time. Was he doing it wrong? Before she could ask, his hand came down harder.
“Ow.” She blinked. Okay, so there was a little pain. The heat intensified and ache in her muscles told her that if he continued she would remember it tomorrow. And she wanted to remember it. His hand came down, each smack filling the air and making her want to cry out. But she bit her lip and kept back her cries. This. This was what she had needed and even if she’d never get it again, she could suffer through the amazing experience.
It didn’t take long before she twisted and writhed, her body completely ignoring her mind. While her head said to stay still and take it, her body moved to get away from the pain. And then his palm landed in the crease between her buttocks and thighs. That had only happened once before—two years ago—and it felt like her entire body had been plugged into an electrical socket. Pleasure and pain zinged through each nerve ending until she could feel the sizzle of heat in her fingertips and toes.
“More,” she called out when he paused.
He chuckled, his body shaking slightly. “Well, now, Madison. Seems you do enjoy spankin’. How much?” Before she could try and explain what she was feeling, his fingers slid between her legs. At the same time as he found out so did she. She was dripping wet. Damn. She’d forgotten how much a spanking also could turn her on. “Fuck, Madison,” he said with a groan. “You’re my kind of girl.”
She let out a moan as he moved the liquid through her lips and up over her clit. Madison arched her back and he grunted. “Rest of your clothes off, girl. As long as the spankin’ wasn’t all you wanted. I wouldn’t mind fuckin’ that sweet pussy.”
Madison nodded quickly as she pulled off her blouse and unhooked her bra. Sex. Sex. She wanted sex. Her buttocks burned and each movement made her muscles ache. She would definitely feel it tomorrow. She looked over her shoulder and froze. Beau had undressed completely and a huge-ass cock was pointed right at her. The damned thing was so big and thick it wasn’t pointed up. Straight out seemed to be as much as it could do. “Hot damn,” she said and licked her lips. “About time you showed me that sucker.”
A feral smile crossed his face. It made her entire body heat up. That smile would make any woman weak in the knees, let alone one who had just been spanked by him. “Glad you like it, Madison. Ready to become further acquainted?”
She nodded and before she could bring up a condom, he opened up a package and rolled it on. Shit. His dick was huge. She was going to feel it tomorrow too. Before she could ask if he wanted her to turn onto her back, he pulled her up onto her knees and pressed his shaft at her entrance. A low cry left her throat as it filled her. The ache of a pussy that hadn’t seen action in a long time combined with the girth of that dick had her considering calling uncle.
“Shh, honey,” he said as he wrapped his fingers around her hips. “Once I’m in, you’ll be fine.”
“Then get in,” she barked. He laughed but he tightened his fingers and thrust. A yipe left her at the sudden pain but he stopped moving and her body adjusted. The discomfort was still there, but there was no pain. “Okay,” she finally panted. Apparently that was all he needed as he pulled almost all the way out and slammed back in, his hips smacking up against her overheated cheeks, reigniting the heat from the spanking.
Madison had never been fucked like this. Ever. Her boyfriends in college thought they were rough, but compared to Beau, they were nothing. And she loved it. Every smack of his body against hers, each thrust as his cock filled her up and slammed against something inside her, and most of all each rub as he lunged over her g-spot. The heat in her buttocks increased and when he slammed his palm down on one cheek, her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she cried out, her orgasm overtaking her quickly and sending her spinning. Beau continued to bring his hand down with each thrust until he froze and groaned, his shaft throbbing inside of her.
Heavy breathing filled the room. It took several seconds before he pulled out, his cock leaving her empty and wanting. With a moan of pure pleasure, Madison slid forward until she lay flat on her stomach and enjoyed each of the small aftershocks as her core spasmed. She heard movement as Beau moved around but she felt so good that she closed her eyes and fell asleep.
Chapter Five
Patting his rump, Beau looked over the back of his horse and gazed at the Dallas skyline. Last night had been one of the best fucks he’d had in a while. And he knew it was tied to the spanking. Madison was definitely a spanko. And while she was strong and self-confident, there was also some willingness to obey. Was that just because she was embarrassed? Or was there a submissive woman hiding in there somewhere.
“Stop smiling,” Joseph said as he walked by, his eyebrow cocked. “We all heard you and Miss Groaner last night.” He glanced around. “But don’t tell Alice I said so. She’s pissed off at me today.”
With a laugh, Beau shook his head. “Get a spanking for it?”
“Nah. I made the comment last night after Miss Groaner told you to “Fuck me harder, cowboy” when it was obvious you were smacking into her rough, that she sounded like one helluva ride. So Alice isn’t talking to me.”
“Ouch.” Beau snickered. “How long will it last?”
“Let me put it this way. I’m not going to be getting some for probably a week.” Joseph leaned against the other side of his mount and glanced around. “You seen Kendrick this morning?”
“Nope. Why?”
Joseph frowned. “I think he should pull out tonight.”
Surprised, Beau cocked a brow. “Because of his leg?”
“Because his head’s not in the game. He’s headed toward an accident if he keeps going the way he is. If he won’t listen, I might call Craig and see if he can get him to see sense.”
“Yeah. That won’t piss him off.” Beau shook his head. “Craig isn’t exactly politically correct.”
“Who is?” Joseph retorted.
“And he’ll say it straight and piss Kendrick off.”
“Rather pissed off than gored or dead.”
Beau winced at the truth of the statement. “Better you than me.”
He continued grooming his horse and Joseph looked over the activity around them. “Seeing Miss Groaner again?” he asked after a few minutes.
“I wish. Don’t even know her last name and she snuck out before I woke up this morning. Doubt I’ll see her again.” Which was a shame. He’d like to get to know Madison. By the way she had reacted to his hotel room, she was probably used to the finer things. Probably thought he was a poor rodeo cowboy. While he wasn’t filthy rich, he had the money to give her a nice life—but only if they matched in all ways.
The rest of the afternoon went by quickly as they got ready for the show. He kept his eye on Kendrick who was quieter than normal and sticking to himself. But when Beau’s family descended, he was distracted.
“There’s our brother,” Vy called as she and Cobalt walked through the sea of people and horses in his direction.
“Hey.” Beau gave each one of them a hug before pulling back. “Glad you could make it.”
“Haven’t seen you since Christmas,” Cobalt reminded him. “Figured if we didn’t come down now, we wouldn’t see you until next Christmas.”
They talked as the rodeo went on in the background. It wasn’t until Joseph walked up to him that Beau realized it was time to ride. “Fuck. Will I see you afterward?” he asked.
“No. We’ll go after we see you,” Cobalt said. “But we put several packages of food from Momma in your truck.”
“Shit. We haven’t gotten through a tenth of what she gave me yesterday.”
They waved and walked to an area they could watch and he headed into the pen to get ready. The night was good. His score was excellent and he was on track to once again be the top money maker for the year in bareback bronc riding.
In a way, he could understand Kendrick’s dissatisfaction. They had both been at it for a long time and their bodies didn’t
come back as fast as they used to. But if Beau didn’t rodeo, he’d have to join the rest of the world and he didn’t want to work in the rat race.
It wasn’t a surprise that he didn’t spot Madison. She’d had her night with him and was probably still feeling the effects of the night before. Shit she’d been tight. And her reactions to both the spanking and the sex had been fantastic.
Several women tried to catch his eye, but he was tired and decided to head back to the motel. He’d eat some of his mother’s goodies and crash. With any luck the cleaning crew would have been through his room and it wouldn’t smell of Madison and sex.
As he pulled into a spot, he forgot all about his friend as he saw Madison step out of a small Toyota and smile at him. Well damn. The night had taken a really nice turn.
“Forget somethin’?” he asked as he got out of the cab of his truck and shut the door.
She smiled that seductive smile that sent him from flaccid to hard in an instant. “Turns out,” she said in a low voice as she walked with him to his door, “I did. You,” she added once they were inside. As soon as he closed the door, she kissed him.
Unlike the night before, there was no hesitation. They knew what they wanted. As soon as she pulled back, he had his shirt off. They stripped in record time and when they were down to absolutely nothing but their birthday suits, he stared at her hungrily. “Spankin’ first?” he asked, wondering how her ass felt.
She grinned wickedly. “Got anything better?”
Hell yeah. As he reached for his jeans and yanked out the leather belt, she stepped up to the bed and bent over, her elbows resting on the cover, her feet at shoulder width and her ass at a perfect angle. The girl had done this before. “Who usually spanks you?” he asked in interest as he stepped up behind her and fondled her cheeks. One small bruise sat on the upper right side of her butt cheek. He would stay away from that, but the rest was fair game.
“Had a boyfriend who did it when I was nineteen. A couple years ago a guy gave me a great spanking at a kink club. But there’s been no other choice for me and my family would freak if I asked a boyfriend to do it and they blabbed to the paper. I have to appear a certain way.” By the way she spoke, Madison was tired of having to act.