Callie Mae stared at him, open mouthed as he blew on his coffee and took a sip. When he chucked her under the chin, she snapped her mouth closed.
“You like this?” she finally asked, indicating her clothing.
“Sure, what’s not to like? All the important parts are covered and it allows me to see the shape of your beautiful ass, which is always a plus, especially when I intend to roast it. The guns have to go, of course.”
“Morgan,” she hissed, stomping her foot. “You are not going to spank me. I changed out of the dress and you said you like these clothes,” she whispered.
“That’s true, but you pulled a gun on Ty,” he said sadly, shaking his head. “If you don’t want to take your punishment like a big girl, I can always lock you up,” he offered.
Fuming, she studied his face, noting the crinkles at his eyes and the pinched look around his mouth as though he was trying to keep from laughing.
“Are you teasing me?” she demanded, fisting her hands on her hips.
“A bit,” he admitted. “Hey, what are you wearing under there?” he asked. “I need to know what I’m going to have to deal with when I take those off you.”
Callie Mae shoved at his chest, spilling his coffee and walked away. He was being such an ass. She made her way around the room, talking to customers and going behind the bar when Fancy came out to sing.
Callie Mae saw Ty and Matthew walk in, make their way to the bar for a beer, and retire to a table in the far front corner facing the room. It was exceptionally loud tonight, but the money being spent seemed a fair exchange. When Mead walked in and moved to stand beside Morgan, she began to get a bad feeling. Something wasn’t right. As soon as Fancy came back behind the bar, Callie Mae approached Morgan.
“What’s going on? Why are you all here at the same time?” she demanded.
“I have no idea, I guess sometimes the universe just aligns,” he replied jokingly. “We need to go somewhere quiet and have a little talk.”
“Not likely,” she sassed as she turned away.
Fisting her braid he brought her up short. “Oh, I think you are mistaken, Miss Walker.”
Callie Mae fought to free herself and Morgan swept her up in his arms and started for the stairs.
“Hey, is that allowed here?” a cowboy yelled out hopefully.
“No,” Morgan replied, setting Callie Mae back down and noting that both Ty and Matthew were on their feet, coats open and hands poised near their guns. With his hand still wrapped in her braid he began guiding her toward the kitchen.
“Then why do you get a girl, Marshal?” the man asked, standing in their path, a menacing look on his face.
“Because she’s going to be my wife,” Morgan growled, shoving Callie Mae behind him.
“Says who?”
There was a moment of near total silence. Callie Mae could feel the tension vibrating from Morgan, almost as though he relished the chance to prove his point.
“Says me,” Callie Mae snapped, stepping from behind Morgan. “Now get out of our way before I have you thrown out of here. I don’t take kindly to pushy men!”
“It’s true,” Morgan added with a grin, “she doesn’t.”
“Sorry, ma’am,” the cowboy said, giving way and taking his seat. “My apologies.”
“Apology accepted,” Callie Mae said firmly, taking Morgan’s hand and pulling him to the kitchen.
Chapter Seventeen
The moment the door closed behind them the worm turned. Morgan tossed her over his shoulder before the sigh of relief left her chest. Taking the back stairs two at a time, he moved along the hallway.
“Which room?” he demanded.
“That one,” Callie Mae replied, pointing to her door.
Morgan nodded and swiftly entered the room, closing and locking the door. Setting her on her feet, he removed her bandana and bound her wrists together before she realized what his plan was. Taking her hands, he pulled them far above her head and slipped the scarf over the hook on the back of the door.
“There, that should make things a little easier,” he smiled, reaching to undo her gun belt and setting it on the bureau. “I like it when things are conveniently placed.”
“Morgan, you turn me loose right this minute,” she spat, jumping up and trying to free her hands.
“No, do I look stupid?”
“Do you really want me to answer that?” she asked nastily.
Morgan laughed and undid the buttons on her jeans as she fought to kick him. Dodging her feet, he completed his task and pushed her pants down, smiling when he realized she was naked beneath them.
“My oh my, you’ve gone commando, darlin’,” he drawled.
“Huh?”
“It’s just an expression for you being butt assed naked under these jeans,” he replied, delighted to find her so. “What a naughty girl you are. Why did you do that?” he asked, settling them just below her calves, effectively trapping her legs.
“They made the pants look all lumpy. I didn’t like that,” she admitted, blushing wildly.
“Apparently some things never change,” he murmured as he unbuttoned her shirt. She did have a corset on under the shirt and Morgan found that incredibly exciting. Her waist was accentuated, her full breasts barely contained and rising ever closer to the top with each jump. “Mmm,” he growled, stroking the tops of each one. “Lovely.”
“Morgan, please. I’m so embarrassed,” she pleaded breathlessly.
Morgan laughed, planted his big hand flat against her tummy and slid it lower until he was cupping her curls. It was easy to slip a finger between her lower lips, she was wet and slippery and he moaned at the realization.
“Are you embarrassed because I’m looking at you or because you’re enjoying it?” he asked gently.
Callie Mae opened her mouth and screamed at the top of her lungs, knowing full well she wouldn’t be heard over the din downstairs. It was mortifying what this man was doing to her body. She could feel the moisture gathering and knew it would only be a matter of time before it spilled onto his hand. As she opened her mouth to scream again, Morgan silenced her with his mouth, taking full advantage. His tongue swept the length of hers, withdrawing just before she sank her teeth into it.
“Ah, that would be a very bad idea,” he teased moving to the tops of her breast and kissing first one and then the other. His lips traveled to her neck, biting her ear lobe before settling in the curve of her shoulder and sucking hard.
“Oh,” Callie Mae cried, trying to keep her head. “Stop it. I don’t like it.”
“You are such a little liar,” he sighed, nudging her thighs open with his knee. The jeans hampered his efforts, but he managed to create enough space to fully cup her core. Immediately his hand was flooded and he smiled. Pulling it back out he held it up for her to see, licking his fingers. “God, you taste good.”
“You’re disgusting,” she cried, wiggling frantically to get free.
“I know, and I’m about to get worse,” he admitted, lifting each breast out of her chemise. The corset supported them beautifully and he toyed with her nipples, pulling them to hard little peaks before taking them in his mouth, one at a time. Both of his hands moved behind her shoulder blades, pulling her closer as he feasted, enjoying her cries of defiance.
“Are you afraid of me?” he asked seriously, stopping for a moment, his eyes piercing hers.
Callie Mae debated her answer. If she said yes, he might stop, but did she really want him too? The mystery was unraveling. Her body was burning with a need she neither understood nor welcomed, but she felt compelled to see where it led. She shook her head, no.
“Good,” he said, cupping her cheek. “I never want you to be afraid of me sexually. On the other hand, when you deliberately disobey me, I want you shaking in your boots,” he continued, whispering against her lips before he kissed her.
Reaching up, Morgan unhooked her hands and used the bandana to pull her forward, her feet shuffling across the floor.
“What are you going to do?”
“I’m going to do what I came up here to do before I got sidetracked by those pouty nipples and your pretty pussy. I’m going to spank your sassy little ass.”
“No, Morgan, please,” she begged as he sat on her bed and pulled her across his thighs. “You can’t!”
“I guess we’ll see about that, won’t we,” he said sweetly. “I’ve been longing to do this ever since I found you teetering on that crate. You’ve pushed every button I have and then some, but tonight you went too far. What did I tell you about drawing that gun?”
Smack! “Were you going to use it? Would you have shot Ty?” Smack!
“No.”
“Are you deliberately trying to get yourself killed?” Smack!
“No, I’m not,” she hollered back, stunned at the amount of pain she felt from just three slaps.
“Well, you could have fooled me,” he continued.
His hand began to fall in measured beats as Morgan got down to business, spanking her in earnest. Over and over it fell, as her feet kicked madly. Finally Morgan reached down, pulled off her boots, stripped her pants off and trapped her legs beneath one of his.
“It’s time you learned who’s going to wear the pants in this family,” he informed her crisply as he set fire to her bottom. “I won’t have my wife making a fool of me in front of the entire town. You want to own a saloon, fine, but you won’t run it the way you are now. It’s too dangerous for you and those girls down there,” he growled, placing a slap on her ass every time he paused for breath. “Are you listening to me?”
“Oh God, yes!” she howled.
“Good, because I don’t want to have to repeat myself,” he stated, spanking her five times in rapid succession. “I want a home and a family, babies, in fact lots of babies, and their mother is not going to spend her evenings at a saloon. She’ll spend them making love with her husband. If I have to spank you every night and twice on Sunday, I will, but the only one who’s going to see you in sexy clothes is me. Got it?” he asked, lifting each cheek and delivering five slaps to the underside of each one. “No more Mr. Nice-Guy.”
Callie Mae snorted through her tears. “You think you’re nice?” she demanded. “You think this is being nice?”
“Yes, it’s nice for me because I finally get to give you what you deserve for being so damned obstinate, and it’s nice for you because I could get up and use that wooden hairbrush sitting on your dresser. Or if you don’t like that idea, there’s always my belt. Maybe then you’d appreciate a hand spanking when you deserve so much more.”
“Well I don’t appreciate it, you son of a bitch!” she roared, struggling with everything she had to get away. “You’re going to have to let me go sooner or later and when you do, I’ll shoot you dead!”
Morgan recalled everything his brother told him and spanked Callie Mae through all the stages he’d described. She cursed and swore, calling him every bad name she could think of. That progressed to begging and pleading, with Callie Mae making all kinds of promises he knew she had no intention of keeping. Finally, when her bright red bottom looked swollen and his hand was pleading for mercy, she collapsed over his lab, sobbing her heart out. He still didn’t trust her.
“Are you going to be reasonable?” he asked.
“Yes,” she whimpered.
“No more of this stubborn, pigheaded nonsense? No more wearing a gun in your garter?”
“No, no more.”
“Are you going to marry me?”
“I’ll marry you, Morgan.”
“Saturday?”
Silence.
“Saturday?” Smack!
“Yes, yes Saturday,” she cried, hiccupping.
“Good. Callie Mae, do you want babies?” he asked gently, rubbing her back.
“Yes.”
“Let’s start now,” he whispered, turning her over on his lap. Taking the bandana from around her wrists, he carefully dried her tears and made her blow her nose. Laying her back on the bed, he removed her shirt but left the corset on. She looked so sexy in it, he couldn’t help himself.
Standing, he removed his clothes while she watched, her eyes growing wide when he toed his boots off and lowered his pants, exposing his completely engorged cock.
“Don’t be afraid, darlin’. This isn’t like the spanking and I won’t do anything you don’t enjoy, but you have to promise me to keep an open mind. Nothing is off limits when two people who love each other are in bed.”
“Do you love me, Morgan?” she asked.
Morgan froze realizing he hadn’t actually spoken the words. “With all my heart, Callie Mae. I think I’ve loved you since the first moment I set eyes on you.”
“I love you too, I always have,” she whispered.
Sitting beside her, he had her roll over so he could undo her braid, spreading her hair out on the bed.
“Beautiful,” he murmured, bringing a smile to her lips. “Lie on your back, baby.”
“Do I have to?” she asked, hissing as she complied.
“Yes, I want to remind you who you belong to,” he said as he stretched out beside her.
Ever so gently he lowered his mouth to hers and teased her lips apart, slipping his tongue into her mouth where it danced with hers. One big hand cupped the back of her head, holding her in place as the other held her breast, his thumb softly scraping across her nipple.
Callie Mae was panting, her heart racing. The arm trapped under him as he laid beside her, wrapped around his side, her nails scoring his flesh. This was potent, confusing, and she didn’t realize her hips were rising until he threw his heavy leg across hers, holding her down.
“Shh, there’s no rush,” he whispered against her swollen lips. “Just relax and let me lead you, baby. I know where we’re going.”
Realizing the truth of his words, she forced her body to let go and melted into his embrace.
“Good girl,” he said softly, smiling at her. He felt her nails leave his skin at the same time it dawned on him the he was much too heavy to be laying on her arm. “Take your hands and grasp the bedstead,” he instructed, lifting to free her arm. When she complied, he slowly undid the hooks holding the front of her corset closed and pulled it out from under her. The chemise he ripped from neck to hem easily, ignoring her gasp. “I’ll buy you another,” he sighed as he soothed the creases the boning left on her ribs.
With her arms up, her breasts were being offered so sweetly he couldn’t resist. Cupping the left one, he worried the nipple with his thumb and index finger as his mouth lowered to the right, laving the ruby bud with his tongue before sucking it deep into his mouth.
Soft sighs and whimpers combined with the moans he was making as he tormented the sweet morsel. Her shivers pleased him and leaning further over her, he slipped a hand around her side and pulled her closer, transferring his attention to the other breast. Callie Mae cried out with each sharp tug of suction, but she never moved to stop him
Releasing his grip, he planted his elbow on the bed, his head resting on his hand as he stroked her. It amazed him that his bold, opinionated woman was so delicate. He could see the blue veins in her full breasts and the pulse beating at her neck. With each stroke of his hand, her tummy quivered in reaction.
“Spread your legs,” he ordered quietly after removing his leg from hers. Her wide, luminous gray eyes stared into his, but she didn’t move.
“Come on, Miss Sassy-Pants; do as I say. I thought you weren’t afraid of me,” he challenged with a grin.
“I’m not,” she insisted. “I’m afraid of the big, hard thing poking my hip.”
Morgan laughed. “You don’t know it yet, but he’s about to become your best friend and favorite playmate.”
Callie Mae snorted, letting her legs fall slightly apart.
“I guess some people don’t believe anything you tell them,” he said sadly, his hand moving lower. “The Show Me state is across the border.”
“Huh?”
“Never mind, baby, you’ll just have to trust me on this one. Oh, honey, that’s so nice,” he cooed sliding his finger between her lips. “I love how wet you are for me.”
“What?”
“This,” he said as he slipped lower. “It’s your body getting ready for me. You’re excited. Do you feel this little bump right here?” he asked as he gently circled it.
Callie Mae nodded, worried her heart was about to jump right out of her chest.
“Well this tiny little nubbin belongs to me now. I get to play with it whenever I want. There’s another spot inside you that’s similar and that’s mine too. Understand?” he asked firmly.
“Yes,” she groaned out, arching her back. Her head was swirling. How could he make her feel this way with one finger, touching one tiny spot? It was all so confusing and why was he saying it belonged to him? Surely her body was her own.
Morgan smiled. What a wonderful time in history to live. Callie Mae knew nothing about masturbating or dildos. He would never have to compete with the latest vibrator, no groups of twittering females drinking wine and discussing who did what, with what, and to whom. No, he’d been given a golden opportunity here. A beautiful, virginal woman he could satisfy the way God intended, with his body and his love. He would give her as much pleasure as she could handle and in ways only a modern man could conceive of.
“Morgan,” Callie Mae cried.
“Hmm,” he replied, watching her closely.
“I need… I want… I don’t know…” she pleaded, her eyes filled with panic.
“I know, baby, I know. I’m going to make it all better, I promise,” he whispered, lowering his lips to hers and covering her mouth. At the same moment he slipped a finger inside her, swallowed her cry, and tested the barrier blocking his path. It was definitely there, but he knew it had to go. She was gloriously tight, clamping down on his invading digit strongly. It was impossible not to grind his cock against her hip and soon he was moaning into her throat.
He’d never wanted anything as much as he wanted to spread her legs wide, move over her, and bury his cock to the hilt inside her slick little channel. There’d been precious little to smile about in the last few years, but he smiled now. He could do this right; make her his forever, but not that way. Not rushed and painful.
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