by Rachel Burns
One day he did want to retire and have a wife. He’d like to have a small ranch then. But for now, he was strong and able bodied and planned to work a good many years.
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It was late when Sawyer turned off the lights and went to bed, but he still couldn’t sleep. He knew that the others in the council wanted to give the resort a try. They didn’t see the long-term picture. Instead of sleeping, Sawyer practiced what he would say, which meant that he was wide awake when he heard something downstairs.
He sat up and listened. It was quiet again. He held still for a moment, listening. With great caution, he got out of bed. First letting the tip of his toes touch the floor before he allowed his foot to take his weight as he shifted out of bed.
He grabbed the baseball bat he kept next to the door. With muted steps, he went down the stairs. He could see a dim light on in the kitchen and smell that someone was cooking in the kitchen.
Slowly, he opened the door to the restaurant and saw the woman from this afternoon, sitting on the floor and eating a plateful of fried eggs.
She spotted him and rose to her feet. He could see the panic in her eyes. She wanted to run, but he couldn’t allow that. Sawyer believed in justice. If you stole, you paid the price.
His intruder darted for the restaurant, wanting to leave out of the front door, but he tackled her to the floor, wanting to hold her down so he could call the police and have her arrested. He also tossed the baseball bat to the side. He wouldn’t need it on this little lady. He could handle her on his own.
She struggled to the point that she was able to push him off of her. She crawled towards the door, trying to get up.
Sawyer leapt forward and was able to knock her down again. She scratched him and jabbed her elbow into his stomach, acting like a wild animal.
Sawyer fought to get her under control, but she was able to turn and twist away from him every time.
They were almost at the door when he gave up trying not to hurt her. His hand came down on her ass, giving her a smack that echoed throughout the large room.
Suddenly, she went still.
Sawyer took the chance and gave her several more swats. Then he grabbed onto her by the back of her sweatshirt and yanked her to her feet. He dragged her up to his apartment so he could grab his phone and call the police to get this hellcat off of his hands.
Still, she didn’t fight him.
He went right to his phone.
“Who are you calling?” she asked him
“The police,” he replied, thinking that was a dumb question.
She started to fight him again, scratching and knocking his phone out of his hands. “I’ll leave. You don’t have to call them. I’ll never come back. I promise,” she told him as she kicked at him, trying to get free.
Sawyer tried to get back his phone, but she blocked him. When he tried to reach around her and get his phone, she bit him in his hand, making him yelp out in pain and disgust. Then he did something that he had never done before in his life. He slapped her, making her go still again.
“I’m sorry. Just please don’t call the police,” she said, covering her face and backing away from him.
“So you’re a criminal and a thief. That’s all the more reason for me to call them.”
She screamed out and pushed forward, knocking him flat on his ass.
As she was trying to step over him to flee, he grabbed onto her ankle and yanked her down to the floor. She landed on her belly. He rolled over on top of her, wishing that he had handcuffs so he could arrest her like the police would. He took hold of her by her wrists and jerked her arms up, knowing that would hurt her and perhaps get her to settle down a little.
Her wrists were so tiny that he was able to hold both in one of his hands. That left his right hand free to do other things. Because it had been the only thing to settle her down before, he used his hand to give her several swats.
He was almost astounded when she settled down again. She was a fighter, but she was letting him spank her. That could only mean …
Damn, he’d finally met a submissive right here in Maple Creek. He spanked on and on, and she didn’t make a peep. This was so hot, and it was turning him on. The slight noises she made let him know that she liked it too.
Still holding her in place, he reached to the chest of drawers he had by the door. It was the one that contained his clothes and his belts. He pulled one out of the drawer and worked to get it folded in half with the one free hand he had.
He punished her with his belt, continuing until he got her to make a soft whimper. It sounded like a soft moan of pleasure.
No one here knew it, but he secretly dreamed of finding a submissive so he could dominate her. Because their town was so small and the truck stop and gas station were the only real points of interest, he never dreamed that he would find a woman like the one he dreamed of.
His hand began to roam over her body. He gave her ass cheeks a squeeze and a pinch, making her feet kick a little.
“I’m going to open the button on your jeans. If you don’t want that, you better stop me now.
He got absolutely no response. After waiting over a minute for her to reply, he reached around and opened the button. Then he opened the zipper.
“You can stop me at any time,” he told her. Slowly, he tugged her jeans away. It gave him the chance to admire her long legs and the curve of her tight ass. He wished that the lights were on so he could see her better.
“I’m going to remove your panties now.” Again he waited before he let action follow his warning.
She didn’t protest. That meant she was giving him her permission.
Her naked ass shone white in the moonlight. She looked so perfect. He was hard and ready from touching her. His fingers roamed between her folds, checking to see if she was ready. She was a little moist but not enough.
He teased her clit, tapping it gently three times and hard on the fourth time. He continued doing that until she got loud again. She was enjoying the attention that he was giving her.
He parted her legs and positioned himself between them. It felt good to be so close to this stranger. Her body was firm yet soft and yielding.
He had to wonder what she would look like in a cowboy hat. Her dark bronze hair would look nice in it as it spread around her shoulders.
But he got a feeling that she wasn’t a country girl. Something about her said city through and through.
He tugged down his boxers, and his penis sprang free. His entire body wanted this submissive criminal.
He rubbed his penis along her slit while still holding her down on her tummy.
She moaned ever so slightly. She was wet enough for him now.
“If you want me to stop, you better say something now,” he warned her, not knowing how long he could hold back as his blood coursed through his veins, heading towards his penis to make it harder and thicker as he throbbed for her.
Again she said nothing.
“This isn’t going to go that way. You have to say yes or no,” he told her.
When she didn’t answer, he pulled back.
“No,” she called out, sounding as if she hated herself for saying it.
“I need to hear a yes, or I’ll pull back.” Sawyer spoke with command in his voice.
“Yes,” she said ever so softly, sounding so submissive that his penis ached to be inside of her. Now that he had her permission, he didn’t hold back. Slowly, he inched his way into her. She was so young and tight, and he didn’t want to hurt her.
“Damn, you’re tight,” he sighed as he slid easily in and out of her as he admired her ass in the moonlight. He took his time to enjoy her, hoping that he’d be able to keep her with him.
She was gasping in response, making it clear that she needed this more than he did.
Realizing that made him pick up speed. He was in a fever to get her to come for him. What would he have to say to get her to stay with him?
He released her wrists, and immediately
, she reached back and grabbed onto his ass, gripping at it and scratching him in the most erotic way possible.
“Lift up your ass,” Sawyer told her. When she managed it, he thrust harder into her, relentlessly filling her as his hands ran over her warm ass and took hold of her by her hips. He jerked her body back so he was buried deeply inside of her. That powerful movement made her gasp.
He now saw her as a goddess. It was his job to fulfill her needs. He took her in deep hard thrusts.
She was struggling to breathe, and he knew that she was close.
“Come for me,” he demanded.
Immediately, she called out. At first, he thought she was pulling his leg, but her body shuddered under him, proving him wrong. He could feel that she wasn’t lying to him.
It turned him on so much that he came with her.
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“Are you going to call the police?” she asked him when their hearts settled down.
Sawyer realized that she had only had sex with him so he wouldn’t call the police. He was mad at himself for thinking anything else. She wasn’t in love with him, he hadn’t picked her up in a bar, and she wasn’t his sub. What did he expect?
“I guess not,” he replied.
“Do you think that I could finish eating before I leave?” she asked in a way that made it clear that a ‘no’ wouldn’t surprise her.
“I’ll make you fresh eggs,” he told her.
“You don’t have to. The other ones will be fine.” She assured him.
“Seriously, you think that I’d let you eat cold eggs after what just happened.”
She sat up and shrugged her shoulders.
“Do you want to use the bathroom to clean up?” he offered.
“Thank you. I’ll hurry, and then I’ll get out of your hair.”
“A date with me includes a warm meal.” He let her know that this wasn’t up for discussion. He slipped into a pair of jeans and went downstairs to give her a moment a privacy.
Damn, what had just happened? How could he have slept with her?
But he sure had enjoyed it. Was there a way to keep her here with him?
He thought about that while he waited for her, weighing the pro and cons. This might be the chance of a lifetime. The chances of another submissive showing up were pretty slim.
Was this a carpe diem moment?
Opportunity only knocked once.
Chapter 13
Morgan washed her face and looked at herself in the mirror. She looked tired. She hadn’t slept in so long that she couldn’t remember the last time that she had a good night’s rest.
The guy said that he would make her something to eat. That was an opportunity that she couldn’t pass up.
She hadn’t had a decent meal since she’d been in the hospital a couple of weeks ago. Her landlady had brought Morgan some of her clothes to the hospital when she came to visit her. That was why Morgan had the clothes that she was now wearing.
When Morgan realized that she couldn’t possibly pay for her hospital stay, and that she couldn’t face seeing Robert again, she took off with only the clothes on her back.
Morgan had decided that she was going to end her life. She had nothing to live for, and she doubted that she ever would have something to live for. She had fake friends. None came to visit her. She had a fake boyfriend, who was only using her to get to her father’s money. And to top it off, her father was the most fake of them all. He cared more about his business than about her safety.
She figured the easiest way to die was to catch a ride with a trucker and wait until she met up with a serial killer.
The only problem with that was that most of them were outstanding individuals, who genuinely wanted to help her. First today had she come across one with a temper, but he proved her right. You can’t trust men, not any of them. They all wanted sex and to hurt women. The guy downstairs wasn’t any different. The only different thing was how she had reacted.
She’d never had an orgasm before, not even close. She had liked sex with Robert in the beginning, but he only cared about himself coming. When he did, they were done. He was a selfish lover. All of her partners had been.
But he hadn’t loved her. The first thing out of his mouth was a lie, claiming that their fathers were friends when they weren’t. He tricked her, lied to her, and then blamed her when his lies didn’t work, and then he hurt her.
Men ruled the world, and they were cruel to women, especially to her.
But Morgan had been lonely and so scared. If she had let this guy call the police, they would know that she owed the hospital so much money, and she also owed her school money. Were they looking for her too? Her landlady needed to be paid too.
It would be better if she was never found. And she wouldn’t be. There was no way that she was going to go back. Instead, she was going to see as much of the world as she could. She sort of wanted to go to California and see the ocean. Then she could go up the coast. Perhaps, maybe up to Alaska.
Morgan had never gone on vacation or seen anything of the world. She spent her vacations at camps. But they were always in the woods somewhere. She never got to see any important cities. She’d never traveled, and ever since Fiona had traveled, Morgan had wanted to do that too.
Thinking of Fiona always made her tummy tighten. Fiona had called her and sent her postcards for the first two months, but they stopped before Christmas. Each year on Christmas, Morgan got a card from Fiona’s mother with an update for each member of the family. Apparently, Fi had met a guy in Greece, and they were living together there now. Fi had forgotten her completely. That hurt so much.
Like the loser that she was, Morgan continued to send Fi messages, telling her about Robert, but Fi must have gotten a new phone and a new number and not added Morgan. She never replied.
Fiona had moved on, and she was going to get married soon. It wouldn’t take long for her to have a couple of kids. She’d completely forget that she had ever known Morgan then.
That left Morgan with no one.
It explained why she had allowed this guy to have sex with her. Maybe it was because he had insisted that she say yes. That was new. Robert had been very insistent. Whenever he wanted her body, he wanted it fast. Whenever he wanted sex, he said so and got it. It had never been amazing, and she’d always felt that something was missing.
Tonight she found out what that something was. Having an orgasm felt so good. It made her forget everything else.
She hung up the towel nicely in the bathroom and slowly went down to the kitchen. The man who caught her was in the kitchen. He was wearing a pair of jeans and an apron that covered his chest. Everything about him said cowboy, but he was standing by the huge industrial stove. It was a lot like the one she’d had at home. Once when she was very young, she’d made eggs on it. She got it to work back then, and again an hour ago. But she hadn’t cooked since then. She’d been too afraid to go anywhere near the stove after what her father did to her when she was so young.
But she had been so hungry this evening, and he had so many eggs that she figured that he wouldn’t miss a couple of them.
She noted that he had cleaned up and thrown away the eggs she made for herself. They were in the garbage. She couldn’t help but stare at them.
“Hey, it’s okay. I’ll make you new ones if you want,” he told her when he noticed where her eyes were focused.
Morgan sucked in her breath to control her emotions. “You don’t have to do that. I could leave. In fact, I think I will. I’m free to go, aren’t I? You won’t call the police. I’m sure I didn’t break anything.” She was hungry, but she had to be careful. This could still blow up in her face.
“No, you aren’t free to leave. I’ll make you something to eat, and you can sleep here tonight.”
This whole situation had been so weird. This wasn’t who she was. Or was it? He had wanted sex, and she had let him have his way. That was normal for her. Only the orgasm was new. “I think it would be better if I left,” she
told him.
“And you may leave, tomorrow after you’ve eaten and rested. If you want to use my washing machine, you can do that too,” he barked at her.
Morgan remained still and didn’t back away. She didn’t flinch when he said his hard words.
“What do you hope to gain by feeding me?” she asked him.
“Nothing,” he replied, turning away from her. He probably felt guilty about what he did.
She tried not to, but she caught herself staring at his back. He had a great back. At some point, he must have worked outside, shirtless. He had broad shoulders that looked as if he could easily lift a saddle onto a horses back. He was older, not as old as her father, but he wasn’t a young man either.
Was that how he had gotten her to have her first orgasm? Had it been because of his experience?
He told her to do it, and she’d obeyed him. No one had ever instructed her to come before. Was that the trick?
Morgan assumed that it would remain her only one. She still didn’t understand what had happened. She should have fought him harder. Why had she gone so still when he spanked her? She didn’t have to stand still and take it like her father had demanded of her. But she had done it when Robert and other guys slapped her around too.
Morgan once again realized how fucked up she was. She knew she wasn’t worth protecting herself. That was why she did it. She didn’t even care enough about herself or think that she deserved to be protected or to defend herself.
“Here’s the menu,” he said, handing her one. “Whatever you want, I’ll make it.”
Morgan looked over the food on the menu. It all sounded good.
“When was the last time you ate?” he asked her.
“I’m fine.”
“If you were fine, you wouldn’t have broken in here and stole food.”
“I didn’t break in,” she insisted.
“Oh really? Then how did you get in?” It was clear that he doubted her.
“Through the front door.”