Taming Texanna

by Alyssa Bailey

  In hindsight, she was glad that the man that she had always assumed was her father really wasn’t because it meant it was not her fault that he didn’t love her, hadn’t shown any real compassion for her. Both people she thought of as parents, were not any such thing. She could learn to be friendly toward the woman who had given birth to her eventually, but see her as a mother, no; Pia was the only mother she had ever had.

  She just thought she looked like her ma and not her pa, but maybe she had taken after her pa, her real pa. The man who died had been good to her mother and would have been good to her too. If she had known this information earlier, maybe she would have taken off and looked for her real pa’s family.

  She hadn’t realized she was talking aloud again until Colton kissed her head.

  “I love you, Texanna Rae McFadden. We will handle all this mess together. Grant and Miranda are selfish people and to take his feelings about your ma out on you was wrong. But people make mistakes. They do things when they hurt. You were an innocent. Besides,” he leaned down and kissed the top of her head, “if you had left to find your real pa’s family, I would never have met you and fallen in love with you.”

  “You really love me?”

  “You have to ask?”

  “Not really. And you’re right. I wouldn’t want to take that away.” Texanna leaned back onto her husband, feeling much more settled. She bolted up, “Move, I have to be sick.”

  She raced to the window and threw it open before voiding her predominately-empty stomach out onto the ground. She coughed and gagged for a bit longer after her vomiting had ended to be met by a clean handkerchief and her husband’s loving arms. It was the very last straw. Texanna released all she had in her copious tears that had been held off by anger until now. Colton was gentle as he lifted her in his arms, brought her back to the large chair, and pulled her in tightly. Tears spent, she expelled her last tear-filled breath to settle in his hold, now relaxed. She presented to Colton a much quieter and subdued wife as she lay in his arms.

  “I know you were upset but you should not have thrown a tantrum and stormed everywhere.” His tone was stern but held not anger or irritation.

  “I know.”

  He explained to her, “I need to get you home, honey, and take care of my own house instead of worrying about the judge’s home or your pa’s home.”

  Texanna pushed up from her cuddling spot and said forcefully, “He’s not my pa. He’s Mr. Grant.”

  “All right, but we are not going to spend any of our precious energy there. I’m going to love my wife so she knows, without a doubt, where my loyalties and concerns lie. I love you and I’ll work hard to make my love help to heal the loss of love anywhere else. I know it isn’t going to do it all, but Pia and Kaku will help. They love you already.”

  “Do you think so?” She reached up to kiss him and then rushed on. “I knew you loved me when you took my side today. I love you so much. You are the reason I can handle all of this mess. I can’t do it alone.” She cuddled back down into her life, the man she would never grow tired of and sighed.

  Colton leaned into his woman and whispered, “Let’s go home. You need food and I need you. If we wait too much longer, I’ll make love to you here.”

  “Yes, please. Can you love me here?”

  She could see her practical husband was going to deny her but looking into his eyes, she allowed the vulnerability to be seen, the soulful entreaty she hoped he found there. She hoped that he couldn’t deny her, that he would love her here and then at home again. She smiled when she thought of his cock that had been fluctuating between up and down since coming into his office.

  Colton leaned down and captured her lips with his, kissing her hungrily. She could feel his desperate search for her taste. He had often told her she was sweeter than honey in the morning. She smiled as he stood up and carried her over to close the window and put the covering in place before taking each piece of clothing off her. He then put her in the seat he had vacated. She watched as Colt walked over and locked the door. She could feel the rising need for him as he sat on the floor between her legs lifting one leg over each of his shoulders. The anticipation made her squeal and he grinned.

  “Hush, baby, I’m going to love you but you have to be quiet. We might not be the only people in the building.” He looked into her big eyes and she nodded her head in understanding.

  Kissing her inner thighs and licking his way to her hidden places, he loved her with his tongue and mouth, bringing her to single ecstasy before raising her to lean over the padded arm of the chair. He brought his thumb to her flowing juices and trailed it up to her brown flowered back entrance.

  “No, no, you can’t. It isn’t right.”

  What was he thinking? He had done this before and she thought it had been part of her punishment but this, now, was not punishment. Not punishment unless the desperate need she was feeling was his penalty for her angry tantrum. She would simply die from the unrelieved craving if that were the case. He wouldn’t be so cruel, would he?

  “What did I tell you? We are married and it is right if we want it. You loved it last time you will love it this time.”

  He ended his sentence with his index finger finding its target and slowly pushing itself through her tight entrance into her perceived forbidden place. Even for his finger, it was tight but he tantalized her button of pleasure while he worked a rhythm on her bottom and she found herself moaning. She knew he was going to work on this entrance for he had told her he ached to take her here. For now, she felt him work to bring them both to completion and she wouldn’t fight him for, in truth, her body loved his play in her unmentionable spot.

  He opened his pants and continued to work Texanna up as he brought his stiff, throbbing cock to her slit, sliding in. She was snug here as well and he had often told her that he had to still for a moment to allow his control to slip back into place. She could tell this was no exception. She felt like his little wanton bride as she couldn’t control the writhing in response to her growing desire and she prayed he intended on filling that desperation, now.

  Creating a cadence that kept pace with her beating heart, he moved harder, faster in both of her entrances. Places that he had total control over. His other hand reached around just as she felt his body was nearing his endurance. Colt said he always tried to wait for her and this is what it felt like. It was that particular way he angled his manhood, squeezed his thighs, trying to last a bit longer.

  When she felt him strung so tight that he pounded deeply and violently, he tweaked her nipple hard. She felt that now familiar stiffening of her muscles, that clenching of her core, and then exploded into a million sizzling pieces.

  “Ahh,” she groaned. With several grunts, she felt Colt release his final vestiges of control. He shot hot fluid into his lover’s vessel and filled it to overflowing. He slapped her quivering buttocks. She trembled as it extended her pleasure for as long as it could be prolonged. Finally, he exited her softness and kissed her bottom, licking her muscles that still quivered near her back entrance to her accompanying moans of completion. She knew his movements and was thankful for his learning of her body because it gave her the most delicious rewards.

  After a few more moments of expressing his loving care, he cooed close to her ear, “Let’s go home, sweetheart.” She nodded.

  As they rode home, Texanna was worried about several things but Colt put her off until they were home, preferring to concentrate on the road and travel at hand. Texanna agreed because she needed to think about things that had forced themselves on her in the last few days. She knew she was rehashing but she was not able to let it go yet.

  Once home, dinner was waiting. Pia surprised her daughter in law with a hand on her arm, in what Texanna interpreted as comfort. She did feel comforted. After eating, Colton took his wife with him to talk while he did his nightly chores, relieving Mark of helping him as Nada looked unusually pale tonight.

  “I need to talk about Mark and Nada, Colt
on. I know that you expected for them to be gone by now and we can’t keep them in the house forever, but she hasn’t delivered yet. Mark seems anxious these days as well.”

  “I won’t disagree that I had thought them to have had the baby and moved on but that hasn’t happened.”

  “You’re worried something is still going on with at least him, aren’t you?”

  Her husband slowing nodded. “I just can’t get it out of my mind why he has taken his family through so much. He let it slip that he was in the war but most men were. I just don’t know.”

  “But the snows will be coming in soon and it will freeze, Colton.”

  “I know, but they have been wandering for over a year now, looking for the perfect spot, he tells me. If they leave, they leave. You can’t force a man to think of his family or do what you think is right.” The skepticism and irritation were thick in his tone.

  “Why can’t they find a place?”

  “I’m not sure that is the real issue, honey, or that they are wanderers by nature or something else, but there is some reason. It does bother me about him, still, he has done good work so far and it has freed me up to spend more time with you when I’m home.” Colt went on to explain his tentative plan of building them a little cabin and when they were ready to leave, it would be a place they could use for other things. Storing food stores or something.

  Colt finished his chores and began prepping things for the morning when he quietly said, “Texanna, you know you’re getting a spanking for today, don’t you? For storming around for all to see, embarrassing yourself like that. I can’t believe you did it.”

  Texanna looked up at Colt and sighed. Why did he always ask her if she knew she was getting a spanking? It was as though it was well known she had earned one and he just stated a fact. There was no discussion and truly, today there was going to be no discussion. She had earned it.

  “But I think we can handle it in the bedroom tonight. I have a little toy that I made. Let's finish this and go inside. I have a few things I want to do with my wife.”

  Chapter Eleven

  Texanna woke up with the familiar achy feeling of the well-loved woman. She moaned as she stretched and the one responsible for her tweaking muscles was in the other room. It sounded as though he had just come inside after chores and she knew Pia would have already started breakfast.

  The room was just warmer than a well digger’s bottom and she was happy to still be languishing in the cozy bed. She knew Colton would come back in and she would have to get up, but until then, she listened for him and thought back to last night.

  She didn’t know where he came up with his notions but when that man had said he was going to make her explode, he was not lying. And when he had told her that he was going to spank her, he did but it wasn’t the type she was expecting, it was the kind that she would submit to every day and twice on Sunday. She would never have expected before she married that a hand on her rear end that stung like the dickens could make her so achy that the pain was not from the slaps but from the fire they created inside the center of her being. She thought of what had happened next.

  “Now we are through with the first part, your spanking is over, but I have a new lesson for you. I need you to stay over my lap.”

  “Why?” Her bottom felt hot and she was a little tired but felt giddy for more of her husband’s special loving.

  “I’m going to make you happy again and it will eventually make me happy.”

  “Okay,” she sniffled, that being as far as she had gone tonight during his taming. “What is it?”

  She watched as he showed her a huge chess piece. The men at the mercantile liked to play sometimes.

  “But I don’t really like chess, Colton. And who would play with pieces that large?”

  “What are you talking about?”

  “That game piece. It is pretty big but I don’t play chess and really never cared to learn.”

  “Ah, you think this is a bishop.” Texanna nodded her head.

  “Don’t worry, you won’t have to play chess, honey. I have it oiled up because I want to play something else.” Texanna felt the oil he usually left by the fire to keep warm for rubbing into sore muscles or for sweet love, dribble on her bottom. It slid into the crevis between her cheeks causing her to shiver in response.

  “Oh! Colton, don’t you dare do what I think you want to do. That will tear me apart.”

  Colton continued to rub the warm oil into her bottom and then used the oil to breach her bottom hole again. Texanna heard a moan and knew it was hers. She began moving in synchrony with the invading finger until he put more oil and pushed what she knew was the game piece that wasn’t, to replace his finger.

  “No, no that is too big.”

  “No, it isn’t. We are going slow and easy. He placed his finger on her clit and Texanna groaned.

  Slowly he played with her bundle of nerves, circling round and round. Next, he massaged and pinched her breasts as she began climbing that ladder of excitement. When she felt him begin pushing the invader further and further inside her naughty place she resisted until he slapped her backside.

  “Relax and let me play. You never regret listening to me, honey. Your bottom is so sensitive, you will love this.”

  He worked her clit and starflower, moving his finger in and out, slowly at first and then faster. “Push out like you are pushing me out, honey.” She did as she was told and he had his little bottom toy all the way inside before she knew it and he slapped her glowing lower cheeks just enough to renew the sting. Texanna had never felt anything so wonderful in her life. She was full and tingling. Slightly achy, painful, and wonderful. She began to reach for the little bottom toy and wondered again if she should feel shame but if her husband said it was okay, then it was. And it did feel good. He slapped her hands away.

  “Do I need to bring out my leather ties?”

  She groaned. “No, but, ah… please…”

  Colton reached her pink tidbits where her pleasure bump had grown stiff and as sensitive as a hair trigger pistol ready to fire with just the slightest of touches. He put his finger inside her channel that was awash with her juices and she felt his manhood almost painfully hard against her hip.

  “Okay, sweetness, it is time for me to come home.”

  Lifting her with the toy still solidly held in her bottom, Colt placed her on the edge of the bed, leaning over it with her fanny on display. She now knew why he had measured and put the bed on a platform that changed the height. He wanted it to be at the perfect level for him. From the moment he placed his manhood into her awaiting channel, he knew she was as close as he was for she immediately began rocking. With every little move, the toy in her bottom sent such waves of goodness through his member he knew they would both burst at any moment. Colton slid slowly back and forth telling her to just feel.

  “So, tight.” She panted her breath.

  Texanna’s senses were almost too much to handle as he gradually increased his tempo. Just when he stiffened, she felt the bottom toy move and her passage twinge. He tweaked her nipples and tossed her headlong into ecstasy. She thought she had passed out for a second because she was so lost in a flood of light, sound, and body vibrations. He fell over Texanna as they rode out the waves of clenching muscles and heat. Finally, rapid breathing was replaced by more even, less intense breaths. They slept.

  Something shifted in the room and it yanked Texanna from her memories from last night to the present. She was aware of how slippery she was and it accompanied the ache that was now gnawing at her very core. She wanted to delve her fingers into her own trove and play with the trinkets. Before she was married, she had not known the delights this part of her body held but now, there was no going back. She inched her fingers down and was just slipping into her needy channel when the door opened up.

  She looked up at her husband with her hand occupied in between her legs. He closed the door.

  “Texanna Rae, what are you doing to yourself under th
at quilt?” His voice was stern but his eyes twinkled and she stared at his face as a hot flush rushed up and burned her cheeks.

  “I, um, nothing,” she said as she tried to carefully remove her hand from its playground undetected. Hearing him and seeing his amused face tingled her core further, flushing her face hotter.

  “I would say you’re fibbing and you know what happens to young ladies who fib.”

  “No, really, I’m not doing anything.”

  “Uh huh. Well, I’m going to lift the blankets and see if there is anything you forgot to mention.”

  “No. I mean, I’ll be cold.” She was still trying to find a way to remove her hand without notice.

  “Well, let me see how you are after last night.” His eyes were full of mirth and Texanna groaned in her defeat.

  “Fine, I was trying to ease my ache.”

  “You were? Well, let me ease your ache for you but first I’m going to spank your bottom.”

  “What?”

  “You need a few swats so that you won’t touch my toys without my permission.”

  “But it is my body and you never said I shouldn’t,” she teased back seeing his grin.

  She could feel the honey slide down from her intimate places and shivered with anticipation when Colton lifted a corner of the bedding and placed his big, warm hands on her damp muff. “See, a woman who is this wet without her husband must have been naughty and needs a spanking. Roll over.”

  She did as he asked and he set about roasting her bottom as she grew more aroused.

  Colt didn’t touch any other part of her tantalizing body aside from the stinging smacks he rubbed slowly into her heated and reddening bottom. He then instructed her to pull up on her knees so her bottom was high in the air with her pink jewels glistening in his view. He sat a bit further back and then told her, “Play with yourself.”