by Mary Wine
“You can just eat this supper first, Gabriel Wilton. The pot will not be left on the coals all night making me a mess to clean.”
“Yes, ma’am.” His duster was hung on the coat rack as he passed her on the way to the sink to wash up. A hard smack landed on her bottom making her yelp.
“Gabriel!”
The water splashed as Gabe turned a smirk at her. “Yes, wife?”
“I believe I’m much too old to be swatted like a child.”
Gabe wiped his hand on a towel and placed his hands on his hips for a moment. His eyes considered her as some kind of decision formed in his brain. He reached right past her and hooked the handle of the black pot and slid it over to the kitchen cutting board. A second later he hooked that arm around her waist and pulled her against his body.
“I’m really hungry, Bethany, but not for food.” His mouth landed on hers and pressed her lips apart. The wooden spoon clattered to the floor as his tongue thrust into her mouth and found her tongue. He stroked her tongue with his as his lips moved over hers in a hard kiss. Hunger spread to life instantly now that she understood exactly what her body craved. Her clit was heating as her passage began to grow wet.
Gabe lifted his head and grinned at her. A second later he turned her around and pushed her body down over the table once again. Bethany gasped as her skirt was pulled right up and tossed over her back. Gabe twisted the waistband of her knickers and the button went popping off once again.
“A few smacks on a woman’s fanny means a different thing than they do on a child’s bottom. Some women say it makes them hot for a fucking.”
Bethany was sure her eyes were as wide as a child’s about to be chastised. Gabe swept her knickers down her legs and tossed them over a chair. The cool night air brushed her bare bottom and she shivered at the pure submission of her position. Gabe granted her no mercy as he used one foot to separate her feet even further.
“I’m not going to fuck you until we’re in bed tonight, baby.” Gabe leaned down to nip the top of her ear with his teeth. “No matter how much you beg me to.”
“Oh really, Gabe.” Bethany snorted but there was a little tremble to her words that made a liar out of her bravado. Her passage was already hot for the return of the hard attention she’d received last night. Knowing Gabe could open his fly and sink his cock into her at any second somehow made everything more intense. She couldn’t see him and that doubled her excitement because she had no idea what he was doing.
Gabe chuckled and smoothed a hand over one cheek of her bottom. He moved to the opposite side and rubbed that mound too. A second later a hard smack landed on her right flank and she cried out at the unexpected pain. Gabe pressed a hand onto her lower back to hold her over the table as he smacked her other cheek and then delivered a few more to her bare bottom.
She whimpered but it wasn’t in pain. The sharp sting from his smacks was traveling straight into her clit. More fluid poured down from her passage to wet the top of her thighs as Gabe spanked her some more.
“I can smell your pussy getting wetter.” Gabe smacked her bottom and then a single finger moved through her wet slit. “Oh yes, babe, I’m going to have to spank you more often.” His fingertip found her clit and rubbed the little button as Bethany whimpered with sheer need. Her passage demanded to be filled.
“Gabe…”
He smacked her bottom twice more and then rubbed her burning flanks. All that heat bled right into her passage where it twisted for the cock she knew was right behind her. Gabe’s finger slid through her slit once more and rubbed over her clit.
“Gabe, please!”
Oh, she did not care if she was begging! But the truth was she wanted to scream at him and demand that he finish what he’d started. Her body was shivering as her bottom burned and actually lifted to offer her passage up for his penetration. The hand on her back lifted and Bethany pushed her body up off the table. She turned around and growled at Gabe.
He chuckled at her temper and cupped her chin in one hand. His mouth landed on hers in a hard kiss as a moan rose from her body. She was roasting alive in the flames of the fire he’d set with his spanking. Maybe it was the first hint of the inferno of damnation but Bethany intended to help this fire spread so that she wouldn’t be the only one desperate for release.
She reached for Gabe’s waistband and heard another chuckle, but that amusement ended in a harsh grunt as she pulled the buttons open and boldly slid her hand right into his pants to clasp his cock. The thing jumped in her grasp and she curled her fingers around it and pressed her hand down his length before pulling her hand back up to the head of his cock.
“You’re a dreadful tease, Gabriel, and I do believe it is time to even up the score.”
Bethany dropped to her knees and pulled his cock from the open fly. She looked at the ruby head with its slit, and leaned forward to let the tip of her tongue run over just the crown of it.
Gabe cussed and jumped away from her. Bethany stood up and began to open her dress. “You can just come right back here, Gabriel.”
Holy Hell!
His wife had licked his cock! Gabe stared at her sweet face and tried to understand just where she might have got the notion to do a thing like that to him.
“Bethany Marie, did you go to that saloon today?”
A huge smile split her lips as she shucked her dress and petticoat. Gabe couldn’t keep his eyes on her face as she stood there in a red corset and scarlet stockings. They were pulled up to her thighs and he decided she was the sexist thing he’d ever set eyes on. There was no awkward shiver or stance tonight despite the fact that her pussy was on display because he’d taken her knickers off. She even trailed one of her fingers over the swells of her breasts above the top of her corset.
Gabe felt his throat go dry.
“Why, yes I did, Gabe, and I must confess it was a very interesting conversation. You did tell me not to go to the China shop again. Honey has some very interesting bits of knowledge that she kindly shared with me.” Right then they could hear the first shouts of the evening as men began to gather in the street below the madam’s rooms. Bethany suddenly lifted one of her legs and placed her foot on one of the kitchen chairs. She curled a single finger at him exactly like the madams did. “Want to relax with me, sugar?”
His feet were moving before his brain formed a single thought. This was a saucy side of his sweet Bethany that gave her even more appeal. She had gone to a madam for him. Now some men in town might have fallen over and died from shock but Gabe savored the burn of excitement that rushed through his veins as he got close enough for her hand to clasp his cock once again.
Bethany took her foot off the chair and knelt once again in front of her husband. Oh, how was it possible to feel so empowered while on your knees? She shook her head as she worked her hand down to the base of his staff and back up once more. Gabe sucked in his breath and she grinned. Yes, she was in control now. Her husband would be the one driven to the edge of control instead of her.
But she would reap the benefits when his control snapped. Bethany sobered as she leaned forward and licked the slit on top of his cock once again. There was a tiny drop of fluid that tasted salty and she sent her tongue back through the slit a few times. It wasn’t an unpleasant duty. Her tongue moved around the ridge that crowned his cock before she opened her mouth and took the head between her lips.
Gabe cussed. A harsh phrase that burned her ears but it also polished her ego. She used her fingers to stroke the length of staff not in her mouth and his hips jerked forward, driving more of his cock into her mouth. She heard his breath rasping between his clenched teeth and worked her tongue over the cock head inside her mouth.
A second later, Gabe held her head with one hand threaded through her hair and pulled his cock away from her lips. His eyes flickered with burning need as he hooked a hand under her arm and lifted her from her knees. Gabe caught her waist and lifted her feet right off the floor. He turned and pressed her body up against
the wall. His hips spread her thighs wide as the head of his cock probed her wet slit for the entrance to her body.
“Wrap your arms around my shoulders.” Gabe growled the command a second before his cock thrust up into her. One of his hands had slipped beneath her bottom to help hold her up and the other slipped between their bodies to her slit where he gently moved the folds covering her clit open. His cock slid right against her clit a moment later when he began to fuck her.
His hips drove his length deep into her body with hard thrusts that made her whimper each time his cock rubbed against her clit. His hands grasped her bottom as his chest pressed her against the wall and his hips continued to thrust that cock into her body. Gabe snarled next to her ear as she felt his cock swelling inside her. He bucked between her thighs and shoved deep into her body as his seed began to hit her insides.
Her clit twisted with pleasure so mind-numbing, Bethany had no idea if she screamed or not. Her fingers turned into claws that dug into the shoulders pressing her back against the wall. Gabe’s chest rose and fell with huge motions that proved exactly how emotional he was at that moment too. Bethany smoothed her hands over his shoulder and unbuttoned the first button still holding his shirt closed.
Gabe lifted his head from the wall and smiled at her. It was a tiny lifting of his lips that said far more than words could. Contentment wasn’t explained with flowery speeches, it was communicated in the deep rhythm of a heartbeat that she could feel through her corset.
Dinner was only lukewarm but neither of them cared. Gabe served it up after tossing his clothing over a chair. Bethany kept her stockings on but unhooked her corset as Gabe turned the wick in the lamp down. The coals in the stove cast a ruby glow over them as they laughed like children and dined listening to the mischief brewing across the street at the saloon.
Gabe pressed her back into the bed as he cupped her face and lingered over a deep kiss. There was no rushing hurry this time. The heat was still burning in their blood but it wasn’t a frantic fire. This was the type that radiated through the body, touching each and every bit of skin.
Gabe thrust deep into her and made his hips control the possession this time. His hands captured hers as he stretched her arms above her on the mattress. The pleasure built by slow degrees as Bethany enjoyed the ride as much as the climax.
His cock wanted to leave more seed inside her. Her pussy was clutching at his cock as he rode her. Her thighs clamping around his hips as she lifted for each thrust and took his length deeply into her. It was dark and primitive but right then, all Gabe thought about was fucking her. Not just driving his cock into a willing female body, he was thinking about fucking Bethany. It was her pussy that he wanted to push his member into, her little whimpers that he needed to hear when his cock pressed against her womb. Releasing his seed had always been a matter of relief but tonight it was more. Tonight it felt like completion as he felt his balls tighten and his seed begin to erupt from his cock. His hips slammed forward to bury his full length in her body, making sure his seed was trapped as deeply as possible inside her body.
Bethany’s fingernails bit into his hands as she cried out beneath him. The ultrafeminine sound made him snarl softly as he held her on her back for endless moments while he just enjoyed the contractions of her pussy around his cock. He was a beast but she was his mate right then as he listened to the way she struggled to slow her breathing back down to a more composed rhythm.
“God alone knows how much I love you, Bethany.”
His words were thick but they sounded so perfect to her. Knowing he wasn’t any more relaxed than she completed the moment. His hands still imprisoned hers and she looked up to see Gabe watching her, almost like he was waiting for her to acknowledge that she was still his captive. That was the little hint of his dark side, his desire to know she understood his strength even though she could feel his seed inside her. A tiny shiver shook her as the night air hit her skin. Her hands were free a second later as Gabe slid out of her body.
Gabe rolled over and took his wife with him. Her body was draped over his as the night covered them, sealing them together for a few stolen hours of intimacy. It was the purest form of affection, the way her head lay on top of his chest. Words could be twisted to suit a person’s design but the way a woman embraced a man did not lie. Love sometimes was best expressed by two hands clasped together long after passion had been satisfied.
“I have something for you.” Gabe moved in the dark and caught her hand. He moved over each finger until he found her third one. She felt the cold slide of metal as he pushed some kind of ring onto her hand.
Bethany sat up and tried to see what kind of ring he’d put on her hand. In the dark she caught just a tiny glint of light reflection from a stone set into the gold.
“It’s a topaz because the jeweler said that was your birthstone.”
Bethany stared at the ring and then back at her husband. They had agreed to do without wedding rings because they wanted to build a house and every penny went into their savings. Spending the money on the stockings had been a shocking disobedience to that agreement.
“You make sure you wear that. I believe I need to know every man who sees you understands you’re a married woman.” Gabe tried to sound harsh but amusement lurked in his voice as he pulled her back into his embrace. “Or should I just say Merry Christmas?”
A little feminine sigh was the only sound Bethany managed to make. There was no jeweler in Silver Peak. Gabe must have bought the ring when he was in Stanton last month. Maybe it was just a ring but it felt like it was warming her heart from all the way down there on her hand.
Merry Christmas? Well, it was certainly one that they would both be remembering for a good long time!
* * * * *
Two months later, Honey left Silver Peak.
Most of the good townsfolk pretended they didn’t see the madam standing next to her trunk as she waited for the noon stagecoach. Bethany hurried to pack up some fresh baked bread and cut off a chunk of cheese. She wrapped it all in a cloth and took the steps two at a time as she went to say goodbye. Across the street, Tom Filk sputtered in outrage as Gabe turned the dock corner.
“What is your wife doing with that whore?”
Gabe pushed his hat brim up and looked across the street to see Bethany smile as she handed a willow basket up into the stagecoach.
“I believe Bethany is being neighborly, and right Christian of her, too.” Gabe shot a hard look at Tom’s disapproval. “My wife doesn’t judge others. I believe that’s what the good pastor was talking about last week.” Gabe raised a dark eyebrow. “Wasn’t it?”
Tom found something better to do as Gabe crossed the street to stand next to Bethany as the stage pulled away. Honey raised a gloved hand to cover her smile as she looked at the two of them through the back window.
“Now there goes someone I think I will miss.” Gabe raised an eyebrow at her and Bethany winked at him in response. “Students should always remember their mentors, Gabe, don’t you agree?”
Her husband laughed and Bethany hooked her arm over his forearm as they strolled back to their home. Life was about balances, the sweet and the spicy, the gentle and the strong.
But it was the combinations that were turning out to her favorite. If she was lucky, her husband would never stop surprising her and she was going to do her best to return the favor in kind.
About the Author
I write to reassure myself that reality really is survivable. Between traffic jams and children’s sporting schedules, there is romance lurking for anyone with the imagination to find it.
I spend my days making corsets and petticoats as a historical costumer. If you send me an invitation marked formal dress, you’d better give a date or I just might show up wearing my bustle.
I love to read a good romance and with the completion of my first novel, I’ve discovered I am addicted to writing these stories as well.
Dream big or you might never get beyond your front ya
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I love to hear what you think of my writing: [email protected].
Mary welcomes mail from readers. You can write to her c/o Ellora’s Cave Publishing at 1056 Home Ave., Akron, OH 44310-3502.
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