by Madison Faye
She wanted to touch him, to trace the hard lines of his body, to brush the curls of his tattoo, to feel the strength of his powerful arms and shoulders. She wanted to lean forward and kiss her way down the line of fine dark hair that brushed sparsely across his chest and down his torso to his navel, disappearing inside the waistband of his grey cotton boxers. She wanted to peel the boxers down and free what was inside, free the huge bulge straining the seams of his underwear. She wanted to weigh it in her hands, touch it, suck it… but as she considered it, Caine straddled her again and wrapped the soft rope around her wrists, pulling them as high as they would go, securing them to the window frame.
She tugged, the knot held fast.
“Now you’re exactly as I want you, little girl.” His softly spoken words were husky, heavily bridled with lust and passion.
He moved to her jeans, undoing them, stripping them off her. Heat flooded her face as her knickers swiftly followed her jeans, leaving her naked, exposed, her swollen, pulsing pussy lips bare to his gaze. He touched her there and she nearly flew into orbit.
“You’re so wet, little girl.”
She strained against her rope as Caine leaned low over her, blowing across her clit, touching her labia with his tongue, then licking up and down her wet slit, the tip of his tongue delving inside her as deep as he could reach, the stubble on his chin prickling her tender lady parts.
Sitting up, he picked up the riding crop and trailed it up her belly, circling her nipple, flicking the leather tip back and forth across it. Holy hell. A moan erupted from the back of her throat as pressure built up within her. Every nerve ending was on fire. This was so hot.
Slowly, so slowly, Caine dragged the end of the riding crop back down her body, leaving her nipples hard, aching and tight. When the whip reached her pubic bone he flicked his wrist, snapping the end of the crop lightly against her skin, creating a gentle stinging sensation that just about sent her over the edge. He kept tapping like that, slowly moving downward, the leather kissing her sharply, lighting all her senses on fire. She held her breath, instinctively pulling tight against the rope that held her wrists as Caine dipped the very end of the leather tab into her sodden pussy. She gasped at the sensation as he twisted it, dipping it in further, fucking her with it.
“I want you,” Tessa groaned. “I want to feel you inside me. Please.”
Caine looked at her and winked, tapping the crop against the inside of her thigh. “Soon.” The leather, sticky with her juices, slapped back and forth between her thighs, imparting a mild sting that nearly drove her crazy with desire.
“Please!” she gasped, wrenching at the rope restraining her wrists.
Caine chuckled, and met her gaze. “Okay, baby girl.”
She watched, mesmerized by his lithe, graceful body as he stripped off his boxers, slowly shimmying them down his hips to reveal an impressive erection nestled between sculpted thighs. His body was perfect.
Reaching into the pocket of the jeans he’d discarded earlier, he pulled out a foil packet, which he ripped open with his teeth before sheathing himself quickly, rolling the rubber down the full length of his shaft.
“Are you ready for this, Tessa?”
It was the first time he’d used her name and it jarred her, bringing her back to reality.
“Yes,” she whispered.
He entered her swiftly, plunging his cock deep inside her, filling her completely. He held his weight on his forearms but straddled her body, his face mere centimetres from hers. Their eyes locked, passion burning brightly between them.
Slowly, so slowly he pulled out, then sank back in, teasing her, masterfully claiming her. The thrusts increased in pace, and she rocked her hips in time with his, a raw, primal dance.
“Come for Daddy, little girl,” Caine growled. “Now!”
It was a ragged command, and her body responded, every single nerve ending clenching as the climax flooded through her, rocking her to her core, shredding her completely. She trembled as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her.
“Fuck me,” she whispered.
Caine shuddered then stilled, hovering above her, the condom hot and full inside her.
“I did,” he whispered back.
Chapter Four
Double-clutching to change down a gear halfway up the steep hill, Tessa considered again whether or not she was doing the right thing. Was she crazy, accepting Caine’s offer to accompany him to the next few rodeos, all in the lower half of the South Island, back-to-back? He’d insisted she and Thunder would do well barrel racing, and the praise had thrilled her. But now, driving back to her place to get her stuff, with Caine following her in his horse truck, she wasn’t so sure.
Maybe she was crazy. It wasn’t enough that she’d fucked a man she barely knew; that she let him spank her. Now she was going to go rodeoing with him, travelling in his truck with him, sharing his bed. Excitement fizzed within her at the thought.
If she was crazy, too bad. She was doing this anyway—it had been her dream forever. Well, actually, her dream had come true today—this went far beyond her wildest dreams.
“We did it, Dad!” she whispered, smiling heavenward, for no other reason than to do so felt right.
Out on the straight, she pulled out her phone to text her neighbour. Someone would need to keep an eye on the place and feed the dogs for the next few days.
“Shit!” She threw the phone down as she frantically tried to control the car. Preoccupied with texting, she’d let the vehicle drift onto the wrong side of the road and there was a car coming the other way; over-correcting, they fishtailed a bit from the weight of the horse float as the left tyre of the trailer skidded in the gravel on the kerb and she struggled for a few terrifying seconds, trying to regain control. The float swerved madly as Thunder spooked in response to the oncoming car’s accusing blare of the horn. “Shit! Shit! Shit!” Her father had always done most of the towing and her experience was limited. She had no idea what to do except grip the wheel and try to keep them moving in the right direction.
Thankfully, it worked. Thunder relaxed, the float stopped swerving, and at the end of the long, flat stretch of road, the vehicle was under control and her blood pressure started to return to normal. Her phone had fallen to the floor in the ruckus but she left it there; texting the neighbour would have to wait. No way was she doing that again!
At home, she pulled into the circular driveway, leaving room for Caine to pull up behind her. She knew she was in trouble as soon as she got out of the car.
“What happened back there?” Caine asked, frowning.
Tessa shrugged. “Just lost control of the car for a bit. Nothing to worry about.” Somehow, she knew that texting while driving would not go down well with her new daddy, so she tried to evade both him and the question by walking past him to unlock the front door.
“What made you lose control? You were distracted, weren’t you? What were you doing?”
“Ummmm.” Tessa hesitated, not wanting to tell him the truth, but unwilling to lie, either.
“Come on, little girl, out with it.”
Although he was stern, with his arms crossed over his chest and his brow furrowed, she could tell he genuinely cared. It was the caring expression on his face that was her undoing.
“I was texting my neighbour,” Tessa admitted. “I need someone to look after this place while I’m gone.”
As the furrow in Caine’s brow deepened, Tessa’s heart sank. His forearms flexed with muscles as he let his hands drop from his chest and took to balling both hands into fists, clenching and unclenching, rather menacingly.
“You need to be spanked,” he growled. “I’ve never met anyone who needed to be spanked as badly as you.”
She tried to scurry away, to escape inside, but he was too quick for her and grabbed her round the waist just before she pushed the front door open. Right there on the doorstep, he bent her over under his arm and walloped her half a dozen times, hard, thuddy whacks that throbbed even through her
jeans. She kicked her feet and tried to escape but he held her fast, landing smack after solid smack on her already tender backside. His heavy palm burned the blazing inferno in deeper and deeper.
“Ow!” Tessa yelled. “I’m sorry, Daddy!”
“You’re very naughty,” Caine scolded, letting her up, but turning her to face him, and cupping her face in his hands so she had no choice but to look up at him. “You lose your temper, you text and drive… what other naughty things do you do? You definitely need a very strict daddy to keep you in line, don’t you, little girl?”
Electricity zinged through her at his words.
“You need a daddy who spanks you as much as he spoils you. You need a daddy who punishes you as thoroughly as he cares for you.”
He hadn’t asked her a question, but more made a statement, but it sent a thrill down her spine and she couldn’t help responding with a demure, “Yes, Daddy.”
Instinctively she reached back to rub the sting from her scorched bottom but Caine caught her hands. “No rubbing after a spanking,” he told her. “You let the sting stay there, to remind you of your naughtiness.”
“Yes, Daddy,” she whispered, so turned on by his authoritative manner.
“One more thing,” he said, still holding her hands. “I was lenient this time, but the next time I have to spank you, your pants will come down and the spanking will be on your bare bottom. And after that I’ll fuck your ass, and claim you, nice and hard.”
The gusset of Tessa’s underwear was saturated from her juices, and the fresh promise Caine made caused a fresh wave of flooding between her legs. Her pussy ached with longing. Releasing her hands, Caine ran two fingers up the seam of her crotch, pressing lightly.
“You’re so wet, little girl, I can feel you on my fingers. Your jeans are drenched!” He winked. “I take it that means you still want to come with me? You still want to be my little girl?”
Tessa’s eyes met his, she smiled, and nodded. “Definitely.”
* * *
“How long will it take to get there, do you reckon?” Tessa asked.
Caine looked across at her. “An hour or so. It’s not that far.”
“Okay.” Tessa nodded and squirmed in her seat. She couldn’t get comfortable. It hadn’t been very long since Caine had spanked her, on top of the whipping he’d given earlier, and it hurt. He’d loaded Thunder into the truck while she gathered her things and organised the neighbour to take care of the place while she was gone, and they’d left. There hadn’t been the time for her to soothe her burning bottom or do anything, really, and now she had to sit on it.
“Sore butt?” Caine smirked.
“Yep.”
“Good. You deserved it, and then some.”
Tessa lowered her eyes, embarrassed. She felt so small, every time he chided her.
Caine reached out and took her hand, bringing it to rest on his thigh. Still holding her fingers, he rubbed his thumb over the back of her hand. “So,” he said. “We’ve shared some intimate moments, but we don’t really know each other all that well. Tell me about you. Who is Tessa Paterson? What does she like to do?”
For the rest of the journey her hand rested on Caine’s muscular thigh as they chatted, getting more comfortable in each other’s presence, getting to know each other. She learned he was a shepherd on a high country station not too far from here; she told him her life was a shambles right now, her father’s death had been a shock, but when she got back on her feet, she was going to finish her training to be a chef.
By the time they pulled into the grounds where tomorrow’s rodeo would be held and parked up to make camp, Tessa felt as though she’d known Caine forever. Everything about him felt so right.
* * *
Caine leaned back in his fold-out camp chair, sitting in a circle with a group of mates, nursing his Speights, and sighed contentedly. Life didn’t get any better than this. He’d had a fantastic run today—he’d won or placed in every event he entered, for only the third time so far this season. It had been a very good day. And Tessa topped it off perfectly. Ahhhh. Tessa. At the thought of the gorgeous young woman he’d met just today, he couldn’t wipe the smile from his face. She was everything he didn’t know he’d been looking for, literally. He’d never had a shortage of girls, but most of them didn’t have a submissive bone in their body. And the few that did… well, let’s just say they didn’t have much of an interest in what he was offering. Piss off, freak! was the phrase that came to mind when he thought of the two previous attempts at finding a girl like Tessa. Someone who wanted to embrace her submissive side; someone who wanted a man to care for her, to claim her, to dominate her and discipline her.
They were sitting in separate chairs, side by side, and their knees were touching. He didn’t know about her, but every time one of them moved slightly and their knees brushed together, a fizz of electricity shot through him, burning through his jeans, sending sparks to his core.
He glanced across as Tessa just in time to see her yawn, then try to stifle a second one behind her hand. She was exhausted. It wasn’t quite dark yet at ten p.m., but it had been a long day, full of emotion. For her, especially. Reaching out, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her in close to him, tilting her chair over to lean against him. Her heart pounded under his forearm. She was so sweet, so trusting, resting there against him. She looked up at him from under her dark lashes and smiled. His heart melted. He leaned down and kissed her forehead.
“Come on, little girl, you’re tired. Let Daddy put you to bed,” he whispered in her ear.
“But… your friends!”
“My little girl is more important.”
Her hand entwined tightly in his, they left the small gathering and headed to his horse truck. In just a few minutes she was curled up in his arms, her back and bottom pressing into him as they lay together in the small bed. She fell asleep almost instantly. He lay awake for ages, listening to the sound of her breathing, her gentle snores. Smiling, he held her tightly and drifted off to sleep.
Chapter Five
Although Tessa had been a regular spectator on the rodeo circuit for years, she’d never been present during the ‘slack’ before, and it was a totally different experience, watching Caine compete in the rope and tie with no audience, no announcer, no background music, and the lack of atmosphere electrifying a normal rodeo performance.
Waking up in his arms that morning had been awesome, and she still ached from how thoroughly he’d taken her. It had been a while since she’d woken up to a hard cock pressing against her bottom, a man’s strong arms wrapped around her waist. Her bottom was still a wee bit tender from the whipping and spanking he’d given her the day before, but he hadn’t been gentle as he’d slipped inside her from behind, slamming his hips against her, thrusting his huge cock in to the hilt.
It had been all she could do not to squeal in pleasure when he’d sunk his teeth gently into her shoulder, claiming her, making her his while he fucked her soundly. He fitted inside her so well, filling her entirely, his thick girth stretching her wide, holding her close at the same time so all she could do was move with him and enjoy him.
Sitting on the fence railing now, alongside Davo and the other cowboys from yesterday, she remembered the way he had felt, taking her so hard, and her pussy throbbed in response. She couldn’t get enough of him. He was the sexiest man she’d ever met, with perfectly defined muscles, just the right amount of stubble, and sexily scruffy hair. And he made love with wild abandon, a sort of raw animal quality seeping in as he took her, and she was helpless against him, unable, unwilling to resist. She squirmed uncomfortably and Davo grinned knowingly at her, a kind of smirk that sent shame flooding through her. Did he know what Caine had done to her? Heat flooded her face just as Davo winked.
“Caine’s a good man,” he said. “You’re a lucky girl, snaring him.”
Tessa’s heart skipped a beat. “I know.”
Caine looked awesome on horseback. He looked so natural
, so proud, like he belonged there. He was even sexier on horseback than he was off it, and every time he looked at her from his perch high in the saddle, possession was clear in his gaze. Her spine tingled. He made her feel like she was his. Totally his.
* * *
“You’ll do great, little girl.”
Tessa wasn’t so sure. The butterflies in her tummy were going crazy and she was a bundle of nerves. Caine had helped her warm up Thunder and the big horse felt calm yet eager under her. Thunder would be fine. It was herself she was unsure about. Caine had given her a couple of pointers to shave a couple of seconds off their run, but without having the chance to practice it, she wasn’t feeling very confident.
“Come on, you’re up!”
Davo and a few others whose names she didn’t know wished her well as she rode past, her hands light on Thunder’s reins, her legs relaxed against his sides. She was terrified, but doing her best not to let her nerves show, so as not to upset her horse. Only a few years out of the wild, he sometimes spooked easily, at the weirdest things. And if she was nervous… She replayed Caine’s words, you’ll do great, little girl, over and over in her mind, trying to keep calm. Caine knew what he was talking about as far as rodeos went, hopefully he was right this time, too.
They spun around to face the course and Thunder was in full gallop in a single, powerful stride, heading directly for the first barrel. She remembered Caine’s tips and checked him slightly on approach, looking ahead for the next barrel as they skidded around the first one, Tessa’s body leaning into the turn. In seconds, they were at the second barrel, then the third. Thunder had never gone so fast in his life as they powered down the home stretch, Tessa leaning forward over his wither, propelling him on.
“Go, boy, go!” she yelled, but the wind stole her words, whipping them from her mouth and leaving them far behind as they passed the electronic eye and she hauled Thunder to a spectacular sliding stop. The audience, and Caine and the other cowboys, erupted in cheers.