“Shut up, Caleb, and take your pants off. I shouldn’t even be speaking to you.” She glared at Devin. “And you, Devin, so eager to leave. What were you going to do out here in the barn while Caleb was inside fucking me? Were you planning on feeding the chickens and listening? Were you waiting for me to scream when he rammed his cock inside me? Or were you going to peek through the window and watch him spread my legs?”
“Damn, Megan, be reasonable,” Devin growled.
“It’s time to pay the devil’s price. Answer me.” She raised the rifle to her shoulder, her voice steadfast and harsh even to her ears. She hoped it had the appropriate effect. She stared down the barrel, aimed dead center on Devin’s chest and her finger eased on the trigger.
“Oh, fuck, you want to know? I’ll tell you the damn truth. I don’t know what the hell I was gonna, do other than pretend the shit wasn’t happening.” A suppressed storm resonated in his voice.
It was comforting to hear, but hardly enough to change her mind.
“Well, it’s happening, and you’re going to watch. And there isn’t a damn thing you can do about it. I want the picture of Caleb making love to me fixed in your mind after you’re gone, eating away at you.” She paused. “I ought to shoot Deuce. Let’s see how you get away then.” She pointed the rifle at Devin’s horse, the one thing she was certain he loved.
Deuce shook his head vigorously and whickered in heated protest as he stomped his leg into the hay-strewn floor, kicking up a large cloud of dust and straw.
“Megan,” Devin shouted, taking a frantic step toward her, as if ready to dive in front of the rifle if need be, to save the horse that carried him out of death’s door many a time. This time, he was going to need more than a horse, she gloated inwardly.
“Seems at least there’s one male in this barn with a lick of sense.” She redirected the barrel toward Devin, taking note of Caleb pulling off his underpants and placing them neatly with the rest of his clothes and shoes on a bale of hay directly behind him. He was truly a fine figure of a man.
Devin breathed a sign of relief as Deuce began to calm down.
“Pick up a crate and get your ass over here, Caleb.” She nodded in the direction of the wooden crates stacked against the back wall of the barn.
“I think I’m going to need a little more sweet talking than that to get me in the mood.” Plumb naked from head to toe, Caleb went to retrieve a crate.
She noticed Devin glance at Caleb, who was limp between the legs, and saw him grit his teeth in a struggle to contain his laughter. She pursed her lips, frowning as Devin cleared his throat, as if readying himself to attempt to rectify the situation, save Caleb from the humiliation of trying to appease her, when the poor man couldn’t even get it up. How wrong could he be?
“Megan, there’s no reason to be angry with Caleb.” His voice as smooth as silk, cajoling, as if discussing spilt milk, seeming unperturbed because once again his life lay in her hands, she thought, resentful of his inability to show real emotion for anything else besides that damned horse of his. “He was only doing as I asked.”
“Everyone always does what Devin Spawn wants. Not any more. Not this girl.”
“No need in trying to defend me,” Caleb said. “If I didn’t want to marry Megan, I never would have agreed to the arrangement. First, you threaten to kill me, and now Megan does the same thing. If I can’t have her, one of you might as well put a bullet through me and put me out of my misery.”
“How very gallant, Caleb. Put the crate there in the middle of the floor and sit down. Or you may get your wish.” With a nod of her head, she indicated a spot a few feet in front of her, directly centered in the barn spotlighted by the sunshine beaming through the open door in the otherwise dimly lit interior. “Seeing how you’re so taken with me, I’m surprised you’re having trouble. Perhaps Devin can be of assistance.”
“Like hell I will. You can fucking shoot my brains out. I don’t give a shit,” Devin yelled with a deep scowl, nostrils flaring, dark eyes blazing with fury.
“I’ll shoot my own brains out before I let him touch me.” Caleb pointed wildly at Devin before he jumped up, his handsome, sculptured features flushed with anger.
“Calm down, boys. I was just funning.” She giggled, enjoying the invigorating power she held over them.
“Don’t taunt a man like that. You’re liable to get hurt,” Devin warned, his silver eyes brooding, dangerous.
“I may never get it up now,” Caleb stated edgily as he sat back down on the crate, running agitated fingers through his blond waves.
“That’s my problem, Caleb, not yours.” She joined him in the center of the barn.
“Devin, I want you to take a seat on one of the crates in the back. I’ll leave the choice up to you.” She waited for him to move, and when he did, she thought of something. “Wait. Take your holster off nice and slow, using only one hand. Doesn’t matter which, since you’re fast with both.”
“Fast…or good, Megan?” He moved a hand to his gun belt. His thumb rested on the buckle. He dangled his fingers over the fly, drawing her attention to the clear outline of his penis beneath his buckskins.
“Smart ass,” she yelled. Even flaccid, it was larger than most men erect, and she could feel the shameless tingle between her legs.
“Bitch,” he retorted, yanking off his gun belt.
“Bastard.” Her eyes narrowed on him as he hung his holster on a nearby nail hammered at a slant in the wall.
“Mother.”
Her eyes flared. That one word was worse than any other name he could ever call her.
“You’ll pay for that, Devin. Mark my words,” she seethed.
“I’m shaking in my…” His eyes fell downward to his long leggings, dressed half-Indian today, his clothing of choice. Tossing it in her face, knowing how she despised anything about the red-skinned people who killed her family. He concluded with a slow deliberate coldness, “…moccasins.”
“You’re the lowest, most murderous scum in a pair of moccasins,” she bit back, fanning the deadly flame.
“At least I don’t have to hold a gun to someone to make them fuck me,” he replied insolently.
“You’ll say anything to stop me. Sorry, it won’t work. Stand up, Caleb.”
“Don’t know how you two begin sex. Usually, I prefer a more cordial environment at the very least.” Placing his hands against his thighs, Caleb pushed off slowly, rising as though it was the last thing in the world he wanted to do.
“In case you didn’t know, I’m a pretty good shot,” she told Devin pleasantly. “Take a seat and enjoy the show.” She moved next to Caleb, rested the rifle butt on her hip.
“Squirrels and bunnies don’t count.” His deep voice riddled with sarcasm as he trudged toward the back of the barn.
Ignoring his last remark, she grabbed Caleb’s flaccid penis and began to stroke it nice and slow.
From the corner of her eye, she observed Caleb eyeing the rifle in her hand. He blew out a frustrated breath. Even though the barrel wasn’t pointed at him, if he tried to take it from her, one wrong move, and the finger she rested on the trigger would send a hole through Devin. Whether she meant to or not. She hadn’t decided.
“Megan, I doubt this is going to work,” Caleb said flatly, eyeing his lack of response despite her well-intentioned ministrations. Thanks to the distance, she saw rather than heard Devin chuckle at Caleb’s inability to perform up to rigid standards.
“Take off my clothes, and be quick about it,” she instructed curtly. The amused grin and mockery flickering in Devin’s eyes faded.
With a quick glance at Devin, Caleb swallowed hard, then did as instructed. She gestured for him to stand by her side to keep her line of vision directly on Devin. She was aware his anger rolled off him in waves, directed at her. She ignored it as she felt Caleb’s fingers brush the skin just above her neckline as he undid the top button.
Buttons opened one by one. Slowly, he spread her white cotton blouse
apart. When he reached the final bottom, he pulled the hem from her waistband. She straightened her spine as Caleb looked on appreciatively.
Caleb moved behind her, helped her work one arm free, then the next as she switched the rifle to her other hip. Tossing the shirt to the ground in his haste, he immediately began to unhook her gray skirt.
She kept her eyes glued to Devin’s. She could see what it was doing to him as he was forced to witness another man prepare to take her. As her skirt fell to ground in a puff of dust, she held her gaze steadfast. Devin’s heated gaze narrowed on her face and he appeared to struggle against the urge to take in her nakedness.
“Touch me,” she demanded, kicking the skirt aside and placing her left foot on the crate. She tilted her hips forward, exposing the flesh between her thighs fully to Devin’s view as Caleb knelt down in front of the crate. She moved her right foot and hip back slightly, enabling the slick moisture of her arousal to glisten in the sunlight.
“Do what you want. Just don’t make me come. Not yet,” she ordered plain as day.
When she felt a finger trace the slick crease between her labia, she winched, tried to contain the sudden fiery sensations racing through her. She fought the moan as he reached up and gently spread her lips wide, parted the throbbing, swollen flesh to Devin’s view. There was no way she could control the surging gush of pleasure flowing as his fingers leisurely stroked the entrance until she was hot, aching, moving against his hand. Or the quivering of her body when he finally drove his fingers into her pussy over and over again, heating her blood, boiling her desire, melting her control. She could feel her nipples tighten, her breast swell, the juices flowing down her thighs.
Her eyes felt heavy with lust, clouded with need. She could barely make out Devin’s far-off shadow. If she didn’t stop Caleb soon, this would all be for nothing. Devin would never learn a lesson. People were emotional beings, capable of feeling joy, sadness, pain, and love. At times, the worst suffering was the inner hurt that lingered long after any physical injury healed. He had no right to buy and sell her like cattle, pick a husband for her, use her whenever he decided to stroll into town.
Being indebted to him was one thing. Sexual slavery was entirely different.
She’d show him he held no claim over her.
That he could hurt like any other flesh and blood human with a pulse.
That the Devil’s Spawn wasn’t indomitable.
And she was the one to prove it to him.
“Enough, Caleb,” she panted, trembling, hovering on the brink of orgasm as he teased her clit with deliberate care.
“Take it out. I want you to fuck my ass.” On shaky legs, she moved in front of him, more than a little disappointed Devin wouldn’t observe Caleb removing the dildo, choosing to be taken in the rear, knowing how incited Devin was by even the thought of taking her anally.
This was for Devin, all for Devin. If she found some degree of gratification in having a gorgeous man’s cock pumping up her ass, it was pudding in the pie.
She stiffened, took a deep breath as she felt his hand spread her cheeks apart and another begin to pull on the medium-sized dildo. Tightening her hold the rifle with both hands, she fought the shudder roaring through her body as Caleb slowly slid it out. He twisted it leisurely, as if letting her feel every smooth, hard inch of ivory as it left the heat of her body. She restrained a moan as he pulled the device free and tossed it aside. She heard his long, drawn-out breath as he smoothed a hand over her buttocks, trailing a finger along the crevice.
“Sit back down on the crate,” she instructed, her voice off-balance. Hearing the creaking movement of the weight of his body settling on the wooden crate, she stepped backwards until each foot was planted on the outside of his. Parting her legs nice and wide, ensuring Devin would have a good view of Caleb’s cock as it stretched her tight hole.
She squatted over his lap. “Push that fat cock up my ass, Caleb.” She was determined, whether she felt it or not, to act the whore. She’d Give Devin the best show twenty thousand dollars afforded. Though it was becoming increasingly harder to make out his features, her eyes remained on him.
“Megan, let me get you ready first.” Caleb’s breathing altered, rightly affected by his performance thus far. She could hear the sexual hunger and raw lust in his voice, feel the tension in his hands and the heat from his body. “You’re still tight and I don’t have lubricant.”
Sighing, she rolled her eyes. Was this normal? She was driven by depravity, impassioned anger, forcing a man to have sex with her to the point she couldn’t wait to prepare her own body for the assault.
She clinched her butt cheeks together as Caleb’s fingers slid over her aching pussy, collecting the proof of her arousal and spreading it to her anus. Over and over again, his fingers gathered her juices and prepared the back entrance. He dipped a finger in the hole with each pass, then another finger, and finally another. He spread her muscles with his thick, long fingers, testing her readiness.
Her body trembled. Her legs shook. She was on fire, ready to beg, cry out in agonized need. Her vision was barely able to focus through the sexual haze. Devin’s expression was strained, his darkened gaze centered on Caleb’s intimate action. The heat of his breath rose around him like steam.
If this wasn’t normal, then to hell with mundane—she’d settle for abnormal any day.
“Caleb,” she breathed, then moaned at the ineffective attempt to order him to hurry, hearing the desperate plea vibrating in her tone instead.
Unable to suppress the soft moans when she felt the tip of his thick, engorged cock press against the entrance to where sanity was eventually lost, where man for centuries succumbed to greed and lust.
“Stuff it inside me. I want your big, juicy cock to fuck me hard.” Her body tensed as she felt her cheeks being wedged apart, the heat of his cock pushing into her ass, spreading the taut ring of muscles. Through her cry, she heard Caleb groan as he pushed the swollen head past, into the depths of anus. She wiggled her hips, pushing back on him and screamed with added emphasis, “Oh, yes, Caleb. Your cock feels soooo good.”
Caleb slid his hands under her arms, careful not to disturb the grip she held over the trigger. He cupped her breasts, fingers bearing down on her flesh.
“Pinch my nipples,” she ordered loud enough to reach the back of the barn.
He caressed, teased and squeezed her nipples as he eased her further down his shaft.
“Yes…yes…like that,” she panted. “Ohhh…you do that soooo well. Yes, Caleb, let me have it,” she moaned as he impaled her, thrust the last few inches with a hard, fast force, his balls slapping against her cheeks. “Oh, God…yesssss.”
“Harder…harder. You’re…the...best.” She was treading on dangerous territory, playing with live ammo, literally. At the moment, it was inconsequential. Devin lived in the here and now. So would she. She could feel every hard, thick, heated inch of Caleb’s flesh sliding in and out of her body, burning her alive, driving her need higher and higher. “I love your cock in my ass.”
Bouncing up and down on his lap, her breasts jiggled beneath his firm grasp. He thrust his hips upwards, faster and faster, harder and harder, deeper and deeper. She forgot her act and began to feel the fiery sensations, the throbbing ache, pulsing want, torturous need coiling deep within. Her cries of pleasure, the desire, became real.
“Fuck me, Caleb. Fuck me,” she screamed, dropping the rifle to the ground. Her hands clenched at his thighs for support, nails digging into his flesh as she moved against him, driving his cock deeper. She needed him deeper, deep enough to fill her completely, stroke her very vitals, touch her heart and soul.
“Oh God, Megan,” Caleb growled. He moved one hand to her the throbbing flesh between her thighs. She cried out as he sank three fingers inside the soaked depths. He started to thrust inside her body in rhythm to the plunging fire from behind. “You’re so tight. So good.”
“Yes, yes. Make me come,” she begged, tossing one
hand behind his neck, clinging to him. Supporting her back against his chest, she balanced her feet on his thighs, spread her legs even further apart. Arching her hips, she rocked against him, pushing him even deeper inside her body. Moving her other hand, she covered the hand plunging in her pussy. Guiding his palm to her clit as she pushed down on his engorged cock. She tightened her inner walls, squeezing him with each deep thrust, the pressure, pleasure, fire raged deep inside her womb.
She turned her head. Releasing her breast, Caleb’s fingers curled in her hair, bringing her mouth to his. She moaned, whimpered into his devouring kiss. Their tongues mating with an erotic energy that only fed the flames igniting deep in the center of her very core. Her clit throbbed for relief, her cunt ached with desire as she desperately sought completion, to feed the lustful craving tormenting her aroused senses.
She whimpered in Caleb’s mouth as the first spasm overtook her, shaking her body as she thrashed recklessly on his lap. His thick erection still plunged inside her body, his hand still drew pleasure between her tightening thighs. Clinging to him as her body stiffened, the ecstasy tore through her system, washing away her sanity. She couldn’t find the strength to scream as she felt the flow of her eruption seeping through her clenching inner muscles.
Devin was beyond furious. The erotic sight was unbearable, pure torture and extremely dangerous to his control. Megan had no clue what she was doing. Treading on the devil’s playground wasn’t for the faint at heart. His raging fury tightened every fiber in his body as he watched Caleb balance her luscious, tiny, pale form over his large red cock. He wanted to yank her off his lap, drag her off by the hair like a primitive caveman, clubbing anything that would dare come between him and his woman.
His woman!
That was a laugh.
He’d planned this. He’d practically begged Caleb to take her. And now that it was happening, it was killing him.
He wanted to look away, shut his eyes, leave. His blood coursed through his body. He couldn’t move. Something deep, dark, and sinister rooted him to where he sat.
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