His Sweet Kitten (Return To The McKenzies Book 1)

by Lynn Coppersmith

  Gabe groaned with frustration, mentally praying for patience so that he wouldn’t strangle Leslie. “If you had let me finish instead of rudely interrupting, you would know that I was going to say that you should act more like your mother.”

  Realizing how revealing her outburst had been, Leslie’s face flamed. She renewed her struggles, causing her breasts to jiggle enticingly.

  “Let me go!”

  “Not until you tell me why you’re here.”

  “I won’t, and you can’t make me.”

  She realized her mistake as soon as the words were out. Their gazes locked in challenge, then his lips curved into a satisfied grin that made a shiver of dread snake down her spine.

  “We’ll just see about that, kitten.”

  Gabe towed her toward some bales of hay, with her struggling the whole time. She kicked him hard in the shin, and he released a grunt of pain, but his grip on her upper arm never loosened. She tried to kick him a second time, but he dodged and released his hold on her arm so abruptly that she nearly fell over.

  “Enough!”

  He scooped her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, and her breath escaped with a whoosh. Before she could recover, he pulled her boots off and wrapped an iron hard arm across her legs to keep her from being able to kick him anymore.

  “Let me go,” she screeched.

  She pummeled her fists on his back, but it didn’t seem to have any effect on him. When she tried to bite him, Gabe swatted her bottom hard.

  “Calm down, you little wildcat.”

  Gabe sat down on a bale of hay and set her on her feet between his thighs. He began unbuttoning her britches, and Leslie tried without success to bat his hands away.

  “What the hell are you doing?” she screeched.

  “Watch your mouth,” he repeated, working methodically on unfastening her buttons. “I’m doing what I should’ve done a long time ago. I’m going to spank some sense into that stubborn little head of yours.”

  Before Leslie could respond, he whisked her britches down to her shins and flipped her over his lap in one fluid movement. She gave a mortified squeak, and her cheeks burned with shame. She had never felt so exposed with her naked bottom in the air and her head hanging down beside his calf. She was frozen with shock for all of two seconds before she started fighting for all she was worth.

  Gabe held her easily, despite her struggles. She thrashed and squirmed, trying her best to wrestle free of his hold. He could feel his cock throbbing and aching, and he bit back a frustrated curse.

  “Be still, kitten.”

  “Like hell I will! Let me go, you big bully.”

  “Tell me why you’re here.”

  “No. Let go of me.”

  The only answer she got was a hard smack on her bottom. For a moment, she was stunned into stillness. Then, the pain and burning started, and she screamed with impotent fury.

  “How dare you, you big jackass! Let me go, or I’ll scratch your eyes out.”

  She twisted around to do just that, but Gabe captured her wrists and pinned them firmly against her lower back. An even harder smack landed on the other side of her bottom, and she squealed as she kicked her legs, trying to win her release. All that accomplished was to make her britches fall to the ground. She had never felt so humiliated, knowing that he could see everything below her waist. She clenched her thighs tightly together to provide a small shred of modesty.

  “Damn you, Gabe! You no good son of a skunk! I’ll never forgive you for this. Let me go this instant.”

  “I. Said. Watch. Your. Mouth.”

  He punctuated each word with a harsh smack. When Leslie thrashed around and howled with pain but refrained from using further profanity, he gave a grin of satisfaction.

  Gabe settled to his task with relish, raining hard smacks over her entire bottom and the tops of her thighs. He enjoyed watching her creamy flesh turn bright pink and then angry red, as he methodically set her bottom on fire. He loved the way her buttocks bounced with each satisfying smack. Her bottom was heart shaped perfection, and he was in no hurry to end the spanking.

  In fact, he felt a sense of catharsis. With each slap of his palm on her bottom, some of his frustrations dissipated, and his mood lightened. Even though his erection was growing ever more insistent, he felt like he was in control for the first time in a very long time.

  Leslie thought she might die from the burning pain in her bottom. It started as itchy stinging, progressed to throbbing, and eventually began to burn like fire. Every smack delivered new heat and intensified the old, until she could barely breathe. She felt like she had sat down on the cook stove.

  She was blinking fast to hold back her tears, and she had long since stopped struggling. But her stubborn spirit refused to give in.

  “Stop. I can’t take anymore. Gabe, stop, I say.”

  Gabe didn’t stop. Instead, he spanked her even harder than before. He began to target the tender area beneath her buttocks, and the pain was much worse than before. It felt like he was using a red-hot poker on her bottom. Her demands turned into shaky pleas.

  “I’m sorry. Please, I’m so sorry. I promise I’ll do whatever you want,” she cried.

  Gabe stopped abruptly, but he didn’t release her. He caressed her burning bottom, occasionally giving her tender flesh a squeeze. Leslie couldn’t prevent a tiny moan from escaping. His calloused palm felt wonderful, and she was awestruck to realize that she felt incredibly aroused. She could feel moisture running down her inner thighs, and the flesh in between them was swollen and sensitive. She squeezed her eyes tightly shut, mortified by her body’s reaction to the spanking.

  “Why did you come here tonight, kitten?”

  She gulped, her mind racing to come up with a plausible excuse. After what had just happened, she couldn’t bring herself to tell him the truth. The whole point of coming here had been to make him see her as a woman. Instead, he had just spanked her like a naughty child.

  She jerked when he landed two more harsh smacks on her aching bottom. “Now, kitten. Tell me why you snuck out to come here.”

  “It’s not important,” she said, trying to squirm off his lap.

  Gabe growled his displeasure and set her bottom on fire with another flurry of blistering smacks. He concentrated on the sensitive area where her bottom met her thighs, and the pain and burning were almost unbearable. Strangely, her arousal only grew. She found herself arching her spine, lifting her bottom to meet his hand. Her throbbing clit ground against his hard thigh with each blow.

  “Stop being so stubborn and tell me why you came here tonight,” he ordered, continuing his steady barrage of punishing smacks.

  “Please let me go, Gabe. Please, please stop.” Leslie couldn’t hold out much longer. If he didn’t stop soon, she was going to completely humiliate herself. It was all she could do to keep from humping his leg.

  “Not until you tell me,” he insisted, giving her several more solid smacks on her bottom.

  “I can’t,” she wailed. “Please, Gabe. No more. Please, I’m begging you.”

  Gabe suddenly noticed that Leslie was rocking her hips against his leg and lifting her bottom subtly to meet his hand with each smack. Was she moaning softly? He caught a delicate whiff of musky sweetness, and his brows rose in stunned surprise. He gripped her thigh and pulled her legs slightly apart, exposing her slick folds to his hungry gaze. They were dripping wet and swollen, and his heart pounded so hard in his chest that he felt light headed.

  Leslie went totally still, holding her breath as she felt him run a questing finger down the length of her slit. When his finger reached the tiny pulsing nub, she couldn’t help herself. She released a deep, throaty moan and rocked her hips eagerly toward his hand.

  He repeated the caress and nudged the inside of her thighs. She whimpered softly and spread her thighs wide apart, giving him free access as she shamelessly responded to his caresses. He grunted his approval and took full advantage, growing even bolder as he explore
d her most private flesh. This was not what she had expected to happen, but Leslie wasn’t sorry. Gabe was finally treating her like a woman instead of a child, and she was thrilled.

  Intense pleasure began to build in her loins, coalescing and becoming a hungering ache low in her belly. She needed something. She needed more. She needed it now.

  “Please,” she whispered. “Oh please, Gabe.”

  Gabe pressed one broad finger deep inside her, and she gasped. Her inner muscles clamped down on the digit, and he released a low, possessive growl. The sensation of touching her like this surpassed the most erotic fantasies he had ever had.

  This wasn’t what he had planned. He didn’t want Leslie as his wife. He had no right to be touching her like this. He should get her dressed and take her home before too much damage was done. But he had fantasized about having her like this for years. He swore to himself that he would stop just as soon as he made her come. He wanted to watch as her face transformed with sweet release. He needed to know if pleasuring her would be as glorious as it was in his fantasies.

  He stroked his finger deep inside her, and she began to rock back and forth to meet his hand. When he squeezed a second finger inside her, she gasped and he groaned. He had enjoyed his share of women, but he had never had the pleasure of touching a wetter, hotter, tighter pussy. He only had two fingers inside her, and it was a very tight squeeze. He could well imagine how good it would feel to have her tight channel stretched around his much larger erection. The thought had his cock pounding and straining against his britches as he fucked her with his fingers.

  He stroked his thumb over her clit and she jumped and shuddered lightly. He began thrumming it in time with his fingers plunging inside her. He could feel the thin membrane marking her as a virgin. He was careful not to penetrate it, even though the desire to do so was almost overwhelming. Instead, he focused on caressing the puffy bundle of nerves on her inside wall. Every time he pressed it or caressed her clit, she jerked and moaned.

  It didn’t take long for her to shatter. She cried out, squeezing his fingers in a vise like grip as she rode the waves of pleasure. She was stunningly beautiful, and he was transfixed by the sight of her. He felt a rush of satisfaction, knowing that he was the first man to ever see her like this. The thought that he wouldn’t be the only one was less satisfying. In fact, it was downright disturbing, and Gabe pushed that thought aside.

  Copious amounts of her sweet, musky fluid ran down his hand, and he ground his teeth together, sucking in deep breaths of air to keep from coming in his pants. Gabe waited until her muscles relaxed before removing his hand.

  Leslie whimpered and squirmed, turning her head to look imploringly up at him over her shoulder. “Please don’t stop. I want more.”

  “No, kitten. We need to get you home.”

  He lifted her and would have stood her on her feet, but she surprised him by sitting down on his lap with her legs astride his hips. She looped her arms around his neck, and he hissed in a breath as she molded her body to his from breast to groin. Even through his britches, the molten heat of her scalded his shaft. He started to push her back.

  “Listen, kitten—”

  Leslie clung to him like her life depended on it. “No, you listen. You wanted to know why I came here tonight?” She met his eye, and she blushed but continued. “I came because I was tired of you treating me like a child. I’m not a baby. I’m a woman full grown.”

  Gabe pinned her with a mocking frown. “I’m well aware of that. It’s kind of hard not to be when you’re half naked and plastered against me.”

  He wasn’t the only one aware of their position. Leslie could feel his erection pressing against her, hot and hard, cradled between her thighs. She knew he wasn’t immune to her. This might be her only chance to show him how much she loved him.

  “Please, Gabe. Kiss me just once before you take me home. Please.”

  Their eyes met and held. Gabe knew it wasn’t a good idea, but he just couldn’t resist. He had dreamed about kissing her for far too long. He wanted to know whether the reality lived up to his dreams. He gripped the back of her neck and kissed her tentatively.

  His lips were warm and soft at first, coaxing her to respond. Leslie clung to him, her head spinning with the sensations of being kissed for the first time. He pulled her even closer, and his body was solid and strong and so deliciously male. She had dreamed of him kissing her hundreds of times, but the reality was even better than she had hoped it would be.

  When he licked along the seam of her lips, she opened to him. He explored her mouth hungrily, plunging his tongue inside and gently sucking on hers. The more voracious he became, the more she responded. She began to make demands of her own, nibbling and licking, trying to get as close to him as she could.

  The more Gabe kissed her, the less he could remember the reasons why this wasn’t a good idea. His hunger for her grew with every second, and although his conscience was railing at him to end this, he couldn’t seem to stop. He had fantasized about her for too damn long, and he was crazed with lust. He needed to see her body, to touch and taste and smell and claim every sweet inch of her, just as he had in his dreams.

  Gabe pulled his mouth away, and she gasped. Before she could voice her disappointment, he whisked her shirt off over her head and tossed it aside. She was perched on his lap, gloriously naked, completely exposed as his eyes dropped to her trembling breasts and tightly furled nipples. She started to cover herself with her arms, but he encircled her wrists and pulled them firmly behind her. He grasped them in one hand and held them pinned to her lower back. He pulled her wrists gently upward, forcing her to arch her back. The effect provided him with a delightful view of her lush breasts, as if they were being presented to him for his inspection.

  “No. Let me look at you,” he growled. “Damn. You’re even more beautiful than I thought you would be, kitten.”

  Leslie shivered. Gabe’s voice had never sounded so primitive or so possessive. She liked it. She also liked the way he held her helpless and exposed on his lap. His grip on her wrists was like steel, not causing any pain, but not allowing her to move even the slightest inch. She was at his mercy, and it was obvious that he intended to keep her there for as long as it suited him. He held her perfectly still for a solid minute while he looked his fill.

  She felt burned by the heat of his gaze as it roamed over her body. Her nipples crinkled into even harder points, and she could feel the pulse beating in the hollow of her throat. He took his time. She was impatient for him to touch her, but he held her spellbound with the intensity of his stare. When he finally reached to cup her breast in his heated palm, she released a sigh of relief.

  “What gorgeous tits you have, kitten.”

  She should have been embarrassed by such a crude remark, but he handled her almost reverently. Her eyelids dropped half closed with pleasure as he plumped her breasts and ran his thumb across her nipples.

  Gabe spread heated kisses over every inch of her breasts. She smelled wonderful, like warm sunshine and honey and her own unique essence. Her skin was heated silk, creamy white and tantalizingly smooth. He couldn’t get enough. She was so responsive, and when he drew her nipple into his mouth for the first time, she cried out, arching her back further to give him even better access.

  His cock was a constant throbbing ache in his britches. He needed to be inside her more than he needed to breathe right at that moment. He realized that there was no way this wasn’t going to happen, at least not with her so warm and obviously willing in his arms. He wanted her so desperately that he was trembling. Some part of his brain was prodding him to carry her to a soft bed instead of taking her in a barn, perched on a bale of hay. But the thought of moving at that moment was unacceptable. He needed to be inside her as soon as humanly possible, and he refused to do anything that would delay their joining.

  As he feasted on her breasts, he fumbled with the buttons on his britches and finally freed them, pushing them down around his hips.
He released her nipple with a growl and surveyed her breasts once again. His eyes burned with hunger as they roamed over the luscious orbs.

  “Please let go of my wrists, Gabe. I want to touch you, too. Please.”

  Gabe released a satisfied growl. “I do love hearing you beg, kitten.”

  He consented to free her wrists, and Leslie immediately wound her arms around his neck. She explored his back and shoulders as he deepened the kiss. The feel of her soft hands caressing him only inflamed him more. Apparently, it had the same effect on her, because she grew increasingly restless as she writhed naked in his arms.

  “Oh please, Gabe,” she gasped. “I need more. Please.”

  Her desperate plea was like the most potent aphrodisiac, and it sent even more hot blood pounding into his already swollen, aching shaft. He devoured her mouth as he gripped her bottom in both hands and lifted her over the tip of his cock. He was poised at her entrance, her heated flesh searing the tip of his straining erection. When he broke off from the kiss, they were both panting frantically. He met her gaze with sizzling intensity.

  “Do you understand that if we do this, you won’t be a virgin any longer?”

  Leslie’s throat was too clogged to answer. She merely nodded. He growled and tightened his hold on her very sore bottom. Sweat trickled down his temple as he trembled to keep from simply thrusting into her depths. He felt like he was poised at the gate to paradise, and it was nearly impossible to think straight. Still, some instinct prodded him to make sure this was what Leslie wanted.

  “Answer me, kitten. Once I take you, there’s no going back. The damage will be done. You won’t ever be the same.”

  “I know,” she managed to whisper. She rocked her hips eagerly, feathering her slick, scalding flesh over the head of his shaft in a blatant invitation for him to take what he wanted.

  He snared her gaze and his eyes bored into hers. “Once I take you like this, things won’t ever be the same between us, either. You’ll be mine forever, kitten. Your body will belong to me, and I won’t ever let you forget it.”