Maddox (The Black Stallion Trilogy Book 1)

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by Maggie Ryan


  What would Maddox think if he knew her darkest thoughts exploding from within? His intent right now was certainly not to give pleasure. He was trying to teach her a lesson, and a lesson he taught. He taught her that Maddox had the power to wake her body.

  He shifted his body again as he focused on spanking her upper thighs. When he moved, she moaned at the discovery that this excited him too. The hardness of his cock touched her back, and she knew without a doubt that he, too, hungered for more. Her moan turned into muffled mews and whimpers as her punished backside throbbed, but the thrumming in her pussy only intensified. She wanted more. She wanted him.

  This wasn’t who she was. This wasn’t the way she was brought up. She was a good girl, virtuous and respectable… a virgin. Adira Nazar did not sleep with a man she barely knew. Sex was to be withheld until marriage. It was to be special. A gift given to the man you’d love forever. She tried with all her might to focus on the mantra of purity but her body demanded far more, her hips pushing up, offering her ass in a silent plea for what her body suddenly craved.

  “Do you hear me?” The deep voice returned to her ear and the spanking came to an end. A sense of disappointment mixed with relief washed over her.

  She nodded against the couch.

  “I can’t hear you.” He nipped her ear again, sending another shock wave between her tightly closed legs.

  “Yes. I hear you,” she finally whispered, not sure if he could even hear her. Her breathing came in pants and she remained completely still, wondering what would come next.

  When the weight of Maddox left her body, she turned to watch him stand, his cock tenting the front of his pants. For a moment, he simply stared at her naked behind, not saying a word. A predatory look blanketed his face, and his dark stare added to the burn she already felt on her well-seared backside. Even though she knew that her ass was fully exposed, Adira didn’t move to cover herself. There was something deep inside preventing her from doing so. It needed to be Maddox who decided when the shame of having her bottom bared and punished would come to an end. It needed to be his choice as to when that would happen. She didn’t know why, but it just seemed as if that was the way it should happen. Almost as if her body was under a silent control of his.

  He slowly pulled his stare from her vulnerable position and looked at her, softness replacing all anger that once was there. He bent down, pulled up her panties, lowered her skirt, gathered her into his arms, and sat down on the couch, pressing her face firmly to his chest. The position reminded her of when he had comforted her in the car, but this time there were no tears. Pain was replaced with passion.

  She could hear his heartbeat, could hear his ragged breath. No talk of what just happened. No discussion whatsoever. Did he feel what she did? Did he want more? Was he holding back for her sake? Was he as confused as she was? As he rubbed her back in silence, she wondered what he thought. Who was this man who rescued her? Why did he have the power to spark a fire inside of her, but then moments later extinguish it to a calm burn?

  “From now on, you stop fighting me.”

  She nodded against the heat of his muscled pecs. A powerful feeling of submission seemed to calm and relax everything inside. She didn’t want to argue, or curse, or hurt him in any way. She wanted to please. Why, she didn’t know. But she so desperately wanted to please at that exact moment in time.

  “We have a long road ahead of us. I need you to allow me to lead without me having to force it every step of the way.”

  She nodded again, suddenly feeling the urge to cry.

  “I don’t want to go to battle with you. I’m here to help.”

  Hot tears released and streamed down her face as she nodded again.

  “I’m going to get you something to eat and drink. We have hours ahead of us before we land. And when we do, you are going to go back in that trunk like a good girl until I can get you to safety. Do you understand?”

  Adira paused for a moment at the thought of having to return to the box from hell, but she eventually nodded and whispered, “Yes, I understand.” And she did. She knew that Maddox had one goal and that was to protect her. He had proven as much, and he didn’t deserve her outburst. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have hit and kneed you.”

  Maddox simply patted her back in response.

  “I’m scared,” she admitted in the softest of voices.

  “I know.”

  “Will it ever be all right again? Will this nightmare ever end?”

  “Eventually. It won’t be easy, but eventually.”

  Chapter 10

  Maddox waited until Adira had calmed before gently moving her off his lap. Her hiss as her ass settled on the couch gave him hope that perhaps she understood that she really didn’t want to give him cause to spank her again. A few moments later, he handed her a bottle of water he’d retrieved from the refrigerator.

  “Would you prefer chicken or lamb?”

  “I’m not hungry,” she said before draining almost half of the bottle.

  “Lamb it is,” Maddox said, returning to the refrigerator and pulling two covered dishes from the interior. Pulling off the plastic wrap, he set the first into the microwave and while the meal heated, he gathered silverware and napkins, placing them on the coffee table in front of the couch. “More water, or would you prefer something else?” When she only shrugged, he straightened and shook his head.

  “Adira, I expect an answer when I ask you a question. I also expect you to understand that while I can take care of your safety, it is your responsibility to participate in taking care of yourself. Now, do you want water, tea, or a soft drink, which you will drink as you eat every bite of your dinner.”

  The look she shot him almost made him grin but the only thing he allowed to twitch was his right hand. Now that had her eyes widening and her butt shifting but also got him a verbal response. “Water… please.” He nodded and when the microwave pinged, he set the meal before her as well as another bottle of water. After fixing his food, he joined her on the couch, a bottle of tea in his hand. Halfway through his meal, which was surprisingly tasty for even a private airline, he used his fork to tap against the side of her plate. Hmmm, perhaps communication was possible without words, for that simple move had her cutting a bite off her lamb chop and putting it into her mouth.

  Though it took her a full half-hour to eat, and several quick glances towards him, she did finish her dinner. “Good girl.” She ignored him but stood as he did. “No, sit back down. I’ve got this,” he assured her, picking up their empty plates.

  “Where’s the bathroom?”

  Maddox nodded towards a door and watched as she gave him a wide berth in order to reach it. Shaking his head, he disposed of their trash and was seated again on the couch, his boots up on the coffee table by the time she returned. Patting the cushion beside him, he did give a grin as she sighed and looked around. Unless she wanted to stand, the couch was her only choice besides the narrow jump seat folded up against the plane’s wall. When she gingerly sat down, he patted his lap and watched her eyes widen yet again.

  “Why don’t you stretch out and rest? We’ve got a few more hours and there is no need to be uncomfortable.”

  “I wouldn’t be uncomfortable if you hadn’t…”

  “Spanked you?” he offered.

  “Don’t use that word,” she hissed.

  “What word would you suggest?” When she didn’t answer, he shook his head. “Adira, I don’t believe in sugar-coating reality. It does no good. Yes, I spanked you and we both know exactly why.” When she didn’t move, he leaned his head back and closed his eyes. “Suit yourself.”

  The only sound in the room for several minutes was the faint sound of the engines and an occasional whinny or snort from the horses. Finally, he heard a soft sigh and then felt her body shifting as she lay down, her head barely perched on his thigh. For the longest time, he could feel the tenseness in her body but when his hand dropped to rub along her arm, she didn’t protest, didn’t fli
nch and gradually relaxed. Maddox wasn’t sure if it was simple exhaustion or perhaps residual effects of the sedative, or perhaps a wish to escape the present, but whatever the reason, she was soon breathing steadily as she slipped into sleep.

  Maddox continued to stroke her arm softly. It was only with her asleep that he allowed himself to consider everything that had happened after he’d opened the lid of the trunk. He’d not been truly shocked by her physical reaction once out of the trunk. After all, she’d already slapped him once and hell, if someone had put him in a box, he’d not be happy either. Even though it had hurt like hell when she’d kneed him in the nuts, a part of him had understood. But what had his mind reeling was her reaction to his punishment.

  She’d fought like a tiger and yet he had seen her push her ass up as if asking for more. The fact that his cock had instantly hardened wasn’t a surprise either. Adira was a beautiful woman and he wasn’t blind. What had been a surprise was that she hadn’t made a single sound for the longest time as his hand smacked her ass. And the first sound out of her mouth had not been a plea for mercy… it had been a curse.

  But what had truly shocked him… what had almost had him pause the punishment was what he witnessed the moment he’d yanked her panties down. The scent of her had instantly filled his nostrils and the glistening he could see between her thighs had almost cost him his dignity as his cock threatened to erupt inside his pants like some inexperienced teenage boy.

  The woman had been aroused. Oh, he had no doubt that she would deny it, wouldn’t hesitate to curse him again, to accuse him of being some sort of deviant, but while her mind and her mouth could spend a lifetime in denial, her body told the truth. The trouble was, what in the hell was he going to do about that truth? Nothing… that was what he was going to do. He didn’t get involved with clients. He did a job. He protected them, he helped them move on. He most certainly did not get emotionally involved.

  Her shifting had his eyes opening and his head lifting. When she turned to her other side, her skirt rode up, exposing a bit of still pink bottom cheek peeking out beneath the blue panties. His cock stirred and when her fingers brushed against his fly as she tucked her hand beneath her cheek, he went fully erect. It was pure torture looking down at her face, relaxed in sleep, knowing that if he were naked, the soft puffs of her breath would waft across his shaft. Stifling his moan, he moved slowly out from under her, placing a small throw pillow beneath her head and carefully tugging down her skirt to cover her ass. Stretching out on the floor, his arms folded beneath his head, he thought, “Speaking of denial… whose body is even now belying his assertion that he doesn’t get emotionally involved?”

  “Sorry about the jeans,” Maddox said when she returned from changing in the bathroom. “You are smaller than I thought.”

  “They are fine,” she said, “I like them a little baggy.”

  Maddox knew that if that had even an iota of truth, it would be only because the extra fabric in the rear would ensure the denim wasn’t rubbing against her sore buttocks. He was pleased to see that the pale green t-shirt she’d pulled on fit perfectly.

  “Is this drugged?” she asked as she accepted another bottle of water.

  “No, but if you want a sedative…”

  She looked a little hesitant but then shook her head. “How long?”

  “Shouldn’t be more than an hour. It’s a few hours’ drive but once we are away from the airport, we’ll stop and I’ll let you out.”

  “Isn’t there some way—”

  “Adira, we’ve already danced this dance, let’s not repeat the steps. I really don’t want to spank you again.” He watched her face flush and her eyes flash.

  “You’d like that wouldn’t you? You are nothing but a bully,” she spat out but immediately put one foot into the trunk when he stepped forward.

  Where had the submission gone? The assurance that she understood and wouldn’t fight him on what was a necessity? Evidently the pain in her butt had dissipated and her little nap had revived her sass. Regardless, if looks could kill, he’d be dead. Yes, you do not get involved with clients, he reminded himself as he replaced the tray, closed the lid and made sure the straps were secure. After checking the horses, each one seeming to give him a look that spoke of their amusement that a tiny slip of a woman had his blood pressure rising, he strapped himself into the jump seat and waited as the plane began to descend into El Paso International Airport.

  “Everything go smoothly?” Drake asked as he joined Maddox at the end of the ramp.

  “The horses were great,” Maddox answered.

  Drake chuckled at the answer. “Well, that’s good. Anson said they are on their way.”

  Maddox just nodded, and after the customs inspector had signed off on their papers and welcomed them back to the United States, the trucks were allowed to pull up to the plane.

  “Welcome home,” Stryder said, unfurling his frame from the cab of the pickup.

  “Good to be home,” Maddox said, giving his brother a hug and another one being given as Anson joined them after parking the horse trailer. All four knew that any real conversation would not take place until they were alone. Once the stallions had been transferred to the trailer with the ranch’s logo painted along its sides, his brothers admiring each horse, Maddox asked Stryder to help him get the trunk. They loaded it into the pickup and at the soft “umph” that came with its landing in the truck bed, Stryder’s eyebrow rose but he remained silent. Maddox, however, bent down and whispered, “Shush,” before slamming the tailgate shut.

  “Ready?” Drake asked and at Maddox’s nod, he climbed into the truck pulling the trailer with Anson as Maddox climbed into the front seat of the second truck beside Stryder.

  After they’d cleared the airport and began the long drive south, the truck flew over a hill, hitting the dip with enough force to cause Maddox to hit his head on the roof. “Slow down!”

  “I know how to drive,” Stryder said, shaking his head.

  “No, you know how to speed,” Maddox countered. “I don’t care if you get a fucking ticket but I do care that when you are pulled over by some hot shot DPS trooper, some lady is gonna have plenty to say about why she is bruised from being bounced around while locked in a trunk.”

  “Oh, shit,” Stryder said, lifting his foot from the gas pedal, “sorry, man.”

  “Just start looking for a place to pull over.”

  “There’s a rest stop about fifty miles ahead.”

  Maddox shook his head. “No, nothing public… just somewhere where we can pull off and have a few minutes’ privacy. We’ve managed to keep her presence secret so far. Let’s keep it that way.”

  When the truck slowed and turned down what was basically a dirt rut, Stryder was quick to apologize as the truck bounced again. Maddox didn’t speak, just nodded as finally the pickup slowed. He was out of the cab before they were fully stopped. Vaulting over the side into the truck bed, he began unlocking the latches before he realized that Adira was speaking. Well, not exactly speaking but cursing.

  “Get me the fuck out of here!” she shouted, either her fists or her feet banging against the sides.

  “Hold on, I’m working on it,” Maddox assured her as Stryder leaned against the truck, his arms folded on the edge.

  “She sounds a bit pissed.”

  “Wonder why?” Maddox snarled, flipping the last lock open and lifting the clamps. The moment he had the lid lifted, he said, “Shit.”

  “Whoa, what’s that smell?” Stryder said, moving back a foot.

  Ignoring him, Maddox had barely lifted the tray when Adira pushed up. She was spitting mad and it didn’t take a genius to understand why.

  “I’m sorry—”

  “Sorry? You’re sorry? I’m covered in… in shit, and all you have to say is that you’re sorry!”

  “Look, it was an accident—”

  Adira stumbled from the trunk and when she lifted her hands, both curled into fists, he shook his head.

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p; “Don’t. I said I was sorry and it was an accident.”

  “Well, so is this!” she said and before he could blink, she’d reached into the tray he was still holding and picked up the burst bag that Keith had filled with the sample from the tarmac at the Dubai airport.

  Maddox didn’t move but he did stiffen. “Don’t even think about it unless you don’t want to sit for the next month. I know you’re pissed…” When Stryder chuckled, Maddox shot him a look. “Shut up.”

  “Hey, I didn’t say a word,” Stryder said, drawing Adira’s attention to him. Maddox saw his brother give her a sheepish smile as he gave her a little bow. “It’s all my fault, ma’am. I suppose I was going a bit too fast. I humbly seek your forgiveness for my thoughtlessness.”

  Adira hesitated and then allowed the specimen bag to drop back into the tray. Giving Maddox another of those looks that should have felled him on the spot, she reached into the trunk, grabbed her bag of clothing and then moved to the side of the truck. Without even asking, Stryder stepped up and easily swung her down.

  “Where do you think you’re going?” Maddox called as Adira gave a quick look around and began to walk away.

  “Away from you!” she said without even pausing.

  “Adira—”

  “Geez, I’m just going to change.” She stopped and turned to face him, one hand pulling the fabric of her stained shirt away from her chest. “Oh, excuse me, is that something I’m not allowed to do myself? I mean, since it was just my shirt and not my underwear, I thought…”

  “Just hurry,” Maddox said, very much aware of the fact that Stryder was listening with interest, his eyebrow cocked and his lips twitching. Adira turned away and stomped towards a line of trees.

  Looking down, Maddox noticed that several of the glass tubes had broken, their contents inevitably dripping through the small ventilation holes in the bottom of the tray. Okay, he’d be very ticked off as well, but she didn’t have to act like he’d intentionally bathed her in the crap. He replaced the tray, closed the trunk and jumped from the truck bed.

 

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