He continued to toy with her nipple as he stroked into her to a steady rhythm. “I would like that, too, kitten. The less time we spend fighting, the more time there is for this.”
She flashed him a siren’s smile and trailed kisses along his stubble covered jaw. “Then I promise to be on my best behavior from now on.”
He laughed and kissed her. “I’ll believe that when I see it, kitten.”
Chapter 8
The following morning, Gabe woke up as usual with the rooster’s crow. But instead of climbing out of bed to start his day, he propped his head on his hand and grinned down at Leslie. He was spooned around her, with one arm hugging her waist. She was dead to the world.
He buried his face in her hair and inhaled deeply. As usual, her scent reminded him of sunshine and honey. He nibbled on her ear until she started to rouse.
“Rise and shine, kitten.”
Leslie gave a groan and stretched, causing the sheet to slip lower over her breasts. He could see her pink nipples peeking out, and he tugged the sheet until they popped free. He cupped one breast in his palm and kneaded it as he suckled the sensitive area beneath her ear.
“Did you sleep well?”
“You mean other than when you woke me up twice in the middle of the night to have your wicked way with me again?” she murmured with a sleepy yawn.
His laugh was full of smug satisfaction. “Uh huh.”
He simply couldn’t get enough of her, and he had no intention of trying to resist his impulses where she was concerned. After all, she belonged to him. She was his to enjoy.
As his caresses became more amorous, she sent him a teasing glance over her shoulder. “I had no idea that marriage involved so much sex.”
He chuckled again and nuzzled the spot where her neck met her shoulder. “Better get used to it. I warned you. I’m going to be a very demanding husband. I’ve discovered I have insatiable appetites when it comes to you.”
Leslie’s heart tripped in response. Nothing gave her greater pleasure than meeting her husband’s demands. She loved him so much. She had begun to despair of ever gaining his interest, and now, he couldn’t seem to keep his hands off her. She wasn’t about to complain.
He released her breast and slid his fingers down between her legs. She grew increasingly restless, moaning softly as he fondled her. He chuckled and lifted her thigh over his hip. He thrust into her from behind and she gasped. There was considerable discomfort as he forced his way into her snug sheath, but the pain was a small price to pay for the pleasure that she knew would come.
Gabe pulled almost all the way out and thrust deeper than before. He grinned when she gasped again.
“Are you sore, kitten?”
Her inner muscles felt incredibly tender and chafed from their frequent bouts of lovemaking, but she wasn’t about to admit it. “Only a little,” she whimpered, pressing her hand over his to encourage him to continue massaging her clit. “But please don’t stop, Gabe.”
He gave another soft laugh and began rocking into her to a slow, steady rhythm. “Oh, I have no intention of stopping, kitten. You’re far too tempting to resist. Besides, for the time being, I like the idea of your sweet pussy being sore from being fucked often and thoroughly. It will serve as a constant reminder that you belong to me.”
He thrust especially deep, grinning when she gasped again but also pressing her bottom back to take him even deeper. The fact that she was such an eager participant only stoked the flames of his passion for her. She didn’t seem the least bit daunted by the prospect of meeting his incessant demands.
“We’ll just take it nice and slow this morning.”
“Mmm, I like that.”
He did take it slowly, but that didn’t mean he went any easier on her. In fact, he wallowed in her tender depths, wringing so many orgasms from her that Leslie felt wrung out. By the time he had finally satisfied his morning craving for her body, her sheath had been well and truly used. It was considerably later than usual when they finally rose from their bed.
Leslie stretched tentatively, wincing slightly from a multitude of aches and pains in some very intimate areas. Gabe grinned smugly, watching her don her britches and shirt. When her clothes rubbed against her tender nether parts and her breasts, he could tell that she was feeling the effects. Leslie blushed beneath his steady regard. She didn’t find her soreness at all unpleasant. In fact, if filled her with delight. She was really starting to love belonging to Gabe.
The cook stove still needed a thorough cleaning before they could use it again. When Leslie’s bottom lip trembled at the reminder of the previous day’s disaster, Gabe hugged her from behind and kissed her neck beneath her ear. His warm breath on her neck made her shiver.
“Don’t worry, kitten. I’ll feed the animals while you slice some more bread and cheese. We’ll have a simple breakfast, and later today, I’ll show you how to light the stove properly.”
Leslie gave him a grateful smile. “Thank you, Gabe.”
He left to do his chores in a much better mood than he had been in for a long time.
After breakfast, Gabe left to chop down a few trees that he planned to use to repair the damaged fences. While he was gone, Leslie finished scraping the burned cornbread from the bottom of the oven and finished cleaning the walls and floor to remove the last of the smoke residue.
She dumped out the burned beans and the ruined cornbread. It took considerable time and elbow grease, but through dogged determination, she managed to salvage the cast iron pot and the corn stick pan. By the time Gabe returned at midday, she had returned everything to a sparkling state of cleanliness.
Once again, they dined on bread, cheese, pickles and jam, with cups of fresh milk for lunch. Gabe didn’t complain, but Leslie looked sheepish.
“I’m sorry I don’t have anything else to offer you to eat. I’m sure you must be sick of the same meal three times in a row.”
Gabe shrugged and paused to grin at her. “You forget, kitten, I’ve lived alone for several years now. Whatever I cooked, I usually ate several times in a row.”
Once again, Leslie gave him a warm smile of gratitude. Her restored good spirits warmed his heart, and Gabe made a vow to himself to be more patient and understanding with her.
After they finished eating, she cleared the dishes from the table. Gabe brought a small armload of wood from the pile outside and showed her how much to put in the oven before lighting it. He also showed her how to adjust the flue to achieve various temperatures.
“So, if you want a higher temperature, you don’t add more wood, you just adjust this lever.” He looked at her to make sure she understood. “Think you can handle it now, kitten?”
“I’m sure I can,” she said with a nod. “I’ll have a lovely meal prepared by suppertime. I promise.”
“I’ll look forward to that.”
He pulled her in for a sweet kiss, and she came eagerly into his arms. He tasted her mouth leisurely, and Leslie wound her arms around his neck. She wondered whether she would ever grow used to being able to kiss him whenever she wanted. When he lifted his head, her eyes fluttered open with a sigh, and he grinned down at her.
“You make me want to forget my chores,” he teased.
She nibbled her bottom lip and batted her lashes at him. “You’d better let me cook. Otherwise, we won’t have anything for supper.”
He grudgingly released her, but he winked before he walked to the front door. “I’ll just be outside splitting those trees into fence rails. If you need anything, just holler.”
Once he was out of sight, Leslie released a dreamy sigh and got down to business. She was determined to vindicate herself by preparing a perfect supper of beans and cornbread. She had a sense of déjà vu as she repeated the steps from the day before, but this time, she was confident that the heat on the stove would slowly simmer the beans rather than blackening them in the bottom of the pot. She decided to wait to start the cornbread so that it would be fresh and hot, come suppert
ime.
In the meantime, she had noticed that the sheets smelled faintly of smoke. She sighed as she stripped them off, having changed them for fresh ones only the day before. She gathered the other dirty clothes as well and carried them down to the river to wash them. After scrubbing them on the washboard and wringing as much water as she could from them, she draped the clean clothes and sheets over some bushes so they could dry in the bright afternoon sunshine.
When she returned to the cabin, her attention was drawn to Gabe. He had stripped off his shirt as he split the wood rails, and his chest, back and arms were slick with sweat. She admired his sculpted masculine beauty from the shade of the porch. He worked steadily, stacking the rails in the wagon as he went along. When he noticed her watching him, he stopped and propped his arm on the ax handle as he smiled up at her.
“Did you need something, kitten?”
She shrugged. “No, I just finished the laundry. Is there anything I can help you with?”
His smile turned predatory as he leaned the ax against a stump and prowled to the edge of the porch. His eyes made a slow sweep from her head to her toes. Leslie felt a tingling awareness, and her pulse quickened. She could feel moisture beginning to gather between her thighs. A light blush tinged her cheeks, and her pulse quickened.
“I can definitely think of something you could help me with, kitten.” Gabe stared pointedly at her breasts and grinned.
Leslie’s cheeks burned, and she pretended to be outraged. “That’s not what I meant, and you know it, Gabe.”
He gave a good-natured laugh. “Why don’t you make a list of supplies we need. I haven’t stocked up for quite some time. We could make a trip into town, tomorrow morning, if you like.
“Sure. That would be wonderful.”
As she turned to do his bidding, he called out to her, “By the way, I’ve been thinking that we should buy you some dresses and woman’s undergarments while we’re there.”
Leslie frowned. “No way, Gabe. You know I hate that stuff.”
He raised a brow and pinned her with a stern look. “You’ll obey your husband. I say you will wear dresses from now on, and that’s all there is to it.”
Leslie stomped her foot, unaware of how it made her breasts bounce wantonly. “That’s not fair, Gabe. I can’t move or breathe freely in a dress like I can in britches, and that corset feels like a straightjacket.”
“I didn’t say you have to wear a corset, but you do have to wear dresses from now on.”
“No, Gabe. I won’t do it.”
Seeing the mulish set of her jaw, Gabe scratched his chin thoughtfully. He could simply order her to do what he said, but he didn’t relish returning to icy hostility between them. He had begun to enjoy her sweet submissiveness. He eyed her breasts and grinned, realizing there was another way to win her agreement.
“I know you’ve always felt that way, but it’s time for things to change, kitten. You’re a married woman now. You can’t keep going around in britches.”
Leslie crossed her arms and frowned. “Why not? I see no reason to change.”
“I can see several reasons,” Gabe said, climbing the steps and pulling her into his arms. He backed her up against the outside wall of the cabin. He slid his hands down and cupped her bottom in his palms, squeezing the lush globes with bold familiarity. “As much as I enjoy seeing this sassy little ass and these perky tits parading around, I don’t intend to share that view with anybody else. I never had the right to object to what you wore before. But as your husband, I intend to make some changes to your attire.”
He continued to fondle her bottom, and the heat from his palms set her blood to pumping through her veins. It was hard to concentrate with such a distraction, but Leslie was determined not to back down.
“But, Gabe, I almost never go into town, so you’re the only one who will see me wearing britches, anyway. If you insist, I could just get one dress and wear it on the few occasions when we will be around others.”
“Oh no, kitten. I said I had several reasons for wanting you to wear dresses. That’s only the first one. The second reason is that I’ve been hankering to see you in pretty dresses for quite some time.”
“You have?” she asked breathlessly as he trailed kisses down the side of her neck.
“Uh huh. I’ve imagined what you might look like all dolled up and ladylike, and seeing you in your wedding dress just whet my appetite for more. You look beautiful in a dress, kitten.”
Gabe cupped one breast in his palm and ran his finger over her hardened nipple. Leslie moaned softly. She was trying very hard to follow the discussion, but it was growing harder by the minute. When she spoke, her voice was husky with passion.
“Well, maybe I could buy just one or two dresses and wear them for you on special occasions.”
Gabe continued talking as he worked the buttons loose on her britches. “The third reason, and the most important one, is that these britches don’t make it very easy to do this.”
It took him some difficulty to wrestle her snug britches down over her hips. When he finally managed it, he pushed them down around her knees and slid his fingers into her slick folds. Leslie clung to his shoulders, panting as he explored her intimately. He watched for any signs that she might be too sore. After all, he had ravaged her multiple times in the past twenty-four hours. But she was responding just as eagerly as she always did, and he grinned.
His voice was sexy as sin as he growled in her ear, “I want you to wear dresses so that I will be able to lift your skirts and have easy access to your hot, wet pussy anytime I like.”
“But Gabe—”
Gabe cut her off by kissing her. He didn’t let her come up for air until she was riding his hand with eager abandon and moaning.
“No buts, kitten. Kick your boots and britches off. Now.”
Leslie hastily complied, and he lifted her, wrapping her legs around his waist. He unbuttoned his britches while he kissed her hungrily. Once he had freed his aching erection, he released her mouth and captured her gaze. He watched her face as he slowly impaled her on his cock. She was so tiny that it was always a tight fit for her to accommodate him. He loved that her expression always went from doubt to relief to hunger once he was finally embedded in her depths. When he was sheathed fully inside her, her eyelids fluttered closed on a soft moan of pleasure. With the number of times he had taken her, she had to be tender and sore, but it didn’t seem to be bothering her. He grinned with masculine smugness.
“Take your shirt off, too, kitten. Hold your tits up for my mouth. I want to enjoy those sweet titties while you ride my dick.”
Leslie whisked her shirt off eagerly and complied with his demand. She leaned back against the cabin wall and held her breasts up like an offering while he sucked her tender nipple into his mouth. The fact that he had ordered her to do so made her shiver with delight. She didn’t understand why she responded the way she did when he commanded her to serve his needs. For whatever reason, his arrogance and possessiveness thrilled her and heightened her own pleasure.
He watched her face as he tugged hard with his teeth, stretching her nipple until she cried out. When she gasped and moaned, he grinned and did it again. “You like that, don’t you, kitten? You like when I torture your dainty little nipples?”
“Oh, yes,” she cried, arching her back eagerly.
He nipped and pulled with his teeth, making no effort to be gentle as he feasted. Had she protested, he would have gone a bit easier on her, but her wanton response only encouraged his ferocity. Her pussy contracted with each painful pull on the sensitive nub, and he knew she was enjoying his rough play.
Gabe’s obvious hunger for her was incredibly arousing. After torturing one nipple until it throbbed and ached and was a deep, angry red, he licked a path to the other side and started over again. All the while, he cupped her bottom in his heated palms and fucked her with leisurely, thorough strokes, as if she weighed no more than a feather and he had the rest of the day to explore
her depths.
She ran her free hand over his sweaty shoulders and chest, loving how his rippling muscles glided and bunched beneath her fingers. She loved that there was a dangerous undertone to his lovemaking. He always took her to the edge and made her balance on the cusp between pain and pleasure. He alternated harsh bites and painful suckling with soothing strokes of his tongue and lips. For some reason, the pain he inflicted made the pleasure twice as sweet. Heat welled within her; each time he impaled her on his cock, she grew hotter, wetter, and more desperate to reach the peak. After an eternity, Gabe allowed her nipple to slip from his mouth with a satisfying pop, and he gave her a smug grin.
“Now, Mrs. Faulkner, do you have any more objections to doing as I say?”
Leslie met his gaze, her eyes were unfocused and heavy lidded with passion. “No.”
His grin deepened. “Say it. Say ‘I promise to start wearing dresses instead of britches’.” He ground into her depths, and she moaned.
“Gabe, please. Can we talk about it after—”
“No. Say it. Now.” He could see the gathering frown on her brow. “Say it, or you don’t get to come.” He slammed his cock into her even harder than before.
“I promise to start wearing dresses instead of britches,” she gasped.
“And promise to obey your husband in all things,” he ordered, with another ramming thrust.
Leslie whimpered, clutching his shoulders. “I promise to obey my husband in all things. Oh, Gabe, please. Please!”
His grin widened, and his dimples cut deep grooves in his cheeks. Her heart fluttered in response.
“Good girl. Now that we’ve settled that, you can come for me, kitten.”
He ground his pelvis against her clit while he thrust as high as possible into her body. She came with a scream, her nails biting into his shoulders as she convulsed around him. After just two more strokes, he followed her, groaning in pleasure while her inner muscles milked him greedily. He had to lock his knees to keep from collapsing on the porch.
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