The ranch wasn’t the place for her. She couldn’t stand being so isolated, couldn’t stand being under someone’s watch when there were far more exciting things to do. She picked up her pace to the barn, figuring that must be where the cowboy went. When she rounded the bend, she found the doors opened with Grant holding a wheelbarrow for her.
This time they were loaded with heavy, nondescript sacks. She expected him to glance away, and simply grunt orders at her. What she found was Grant’s steady, piercing eyes honing in.
Maybe he wasn’t as ashamed as I thought.
Heat rose to her cheeks. She instinctively took a sack in her hands, then promptly dropped it from its weight.
What was he playing at? He had to know she couldn’t handle something so heavy.
“There’s a run off that’s causing mud at the far end of the ranch. We need to patch it up with soil. Actually, you need to,” he said, patting the bags. “This is the soil. Just place it firmly, building your way across both sides of the flowing water.”
“Yeah, all right,” she said, hardly believing she would soon be doing it.
There was no way.
“Did you say mud?”
He turned away from her, focusing on his own work, setting his tools onto a saddle. “Yeah, there’s mud. Lots of it. You’re going to get dirty today.”
From his work, his muscles already shone with a thin layer of sweat, the sheen on his biceps giving her heart a flutter. She could feel her knees weaken, and Angel steadied herself, hoping she wouldn’t succumb to him again.
Bastard.
You didn’t like what I did to you yesterday? Going to act like nothing happened?
She wondered just what kind of man Grant really was.
He tossed the saddle into his arms, carrying it against his chest. “Go on now.”
She huffed, spinning, heading to the wheel barrow. When Angel used her momentum, got the right leverage, and the right amount of anger, she was able to shove it along. Once it got moving, things were easier, and she hurried out of the barn before it slowed.
“About last night,” he said, striding toward her. She didn’t turn around...damn, why did he have to bring this up as I’m wheeling this heavy thing? Couldn’t he have said it before?
One upping me again.
“Don’t think I forgot about what happened or I’m too afraid to bring it up. We’ll speak about it after your work is done.”
Angel didn’t even answer. Too involved in the wheelbarrow, she grunted, shoving it along, hoping that she would find tracks as they neared the grass. She could’ve leapt onto her hands and knees and thanked God when the wheels spun into a trail, except that would mean stopping her momentum, which Angel definitely wasn’t going to do. Afraid it might not last forever, she shoved with every ounce of energy she could muster.
As she neared the far outline of the fence, coming around the entire ranch, her lungs felt like they were on fire. Her hands burned, yet she kept her grip, not willing to let go. Then she struck mud.
The barrow toppled over, and with it, went Angel. The wheels sank and the weight dragged her to the mud. She fell onto her side, grasping for anything to pull her back up, but all she found was more mud.
Covered in it, she staggered onto her knees. She used the wheelbarrow to right herself up again.
“Yo, this place is going to fucking kill me.” Angel thought about kicking the dirt for a second, but stopped when she saw more mud.
The job was going to be tough. For whatever reason, Grant gave her a near impossible task. He must not have liked being seduced the night before. In order to feel better about it, she figured, he gave her even harder work to do, so he could feel better when he talked to her mother.
Weak, she thought. That was a weak thing to do.
But he said he would be talking to her later about it. What would he have to say? She didn’t know Grant for long, but he was anything but weak. She had to be on point.
She wiped her hands off, clapping off the chunks. Angel found the culprit, a stream flowing on the far side of soggy grass at the end of the mud pit. She decided she would need to pack the fresh soil along it, stretching for what looked like half a mile.
It would never happen. She would do her best, but that would mean Angel would need to get dirty.
She thrust open the first bag of soil. Then she reached inside without gloves. Angel heaved it onto the side of the stream. Then she packed it in, getting on her hands and knees.
What did it matter? It wasn’t like she was getting off the ranch anytime soon. It was in her best interest to do what Grant said, at least until she understood where he was coming from.
Without knowing his plans, she couldn’t hope to outsmart him.
It took hours until Angel felt like she had done enough. Despite falling, she hadn’t gotten much of the mud on her skin. There was a couple of spots, but it could’ve been worse.
Angel even wondered if she would go out to meet her friends. She was exhausted.
She did a lot for someone her size. If Grant saw it, would he be impressed? She decided to pack some more soil until she was satisfied, or more like, exhausted to the point where she couldn’t lift the next batch.
“Time to go,” she said, and she turned around, heading to the barn, finding it quite difficult to leave all the hard work behind. It seemed she wanted to impress Grant.
When she reached the barn, she hoped that Grant wouldn’t think that she was the living dead.
Grant closed the door behind her.
“You’re a mess,” he said, and she thought she heard a chuckle. Before she could react, Grant pushed past her, grabbing her hand and forcing her along.
“We should get you cleaned off.”
He put her against the barn wall. Then he strode to his supplies in the corner, grabbing a bucket, then filling it to the top with a hose, he took a sponge and wet it. He put the cool, damp sponge to her neck. It cooled her off at the touch, but then came an overwhelming heat.
Having Grant touch her like that, did he think he was going to calm her down? He was doing the opposite. Her nerves were shaky, her fingers clenching, she kept her sight down at the hay, hoping she wasn’t coming off as insecure.
“I can do it,” she told him.
“You don’t have to do it yourself.”
She didn’t stop him as he swerved the sponge across her neck, caressing her, making her want to purr and moan. He had to know what he was doing to her. This was all part of his twisted game, and Angel couldn’t give in to him. She was the one in control here, right?
But it felt too good to make him stop.
He pushed it lower, getting her shoulders, still able to apply pressure with the sponge, kneading her tense muscles. They were so tense. Had they always been that tense? Had she never noticed how much stress she was holding onto? She melted to his touch.
“Take your shirt off.”
Her eyes sprang up. But she didn’t turn. He took her hands firmly, but with a grip that would let her shake him off if she wanted. Angel lifted her arms, letting him strip her of her shirt, giving him a view of her naked backside.
Grant crossed over the barn to grab a bottle of soap. He turned to check out her breasts, and she sprang to hide her cleavage. Why was she so shook by this man? It had been easier to face him in the dark, but still, she was never this nervous, not even around Jamal.
Mixing in the soap, he dipped the sponge in, then he laid it on her again, his touch, running down her spine to her lower back, relaxing her at last. She wanted to fall back into his strong, comforting arms.
A moan slipped as he caressed, soaping her up from her bottom all the way to her shoulders. The strap to her bra was soaked, and she thought about it getting so wet that it would simply snap free. The more he rubbed her down, getting her nice and clean, the more the arousal in her chest swelled.
He circled her hips. God, she wanted him to get a firm hold, put that hardness inside her, and fill her. Even though he
was using pressure, the pleasant massage, as it kept going, wasn’t enough to satisfy. Angel wanted more, but she wouldn’t dare say so.
Grant could breach the subject. He could get himself anything he wanted, it seemed. That man had a way about him.
“Take your shorts off.”
This time, Angel needed to look back at him to see his expression. Was it a joke? A ploy to trick her into something?
No, he was serious, and Grant wasn’t a good actor. That man was blunt.
Angel didn’t say a word. She didn’t know what to say for once. Unbuttoning her shorts, she froze, bracing herself, then felt his solid hands on her curves again, and she dropped them, sliding them over her plump ass.
He let a groan escape.
The sponge touched her lower back, then slipped lower, tracing the curve of her big black ass. The suds trailed down, slipping underneath, escaping to her inner thighs. She shifted, noticing the friction between her thighs, and just how wet and juicy she was between there without the soap and water.
Damn, this crazy cowboy nigga’s got me….
I can’t be falling for him like this, can I?
What would that mean for her, exactly? A life on the ranch? A life with Grant? Another one night stand with the man who was supposed to protect her? She stopped worrying as he dropped the sponge, using his wet and lathered hands to caress her ass.
He dropped to her knees.
She stiffened. Angel desired to be on her toes, to reach up higher, to avoid him, because he was so close to her sex, so close to touching her in that intimate, sensitive area. She could feel his heat on her ass, and she lost her breath. Grant stroked the back of her thighs, going lower, all the way down to her ankles, scrubbing her clean and getting her off.
“Nice and clean now,” he said.
Were they done?
Angel was reeling. Goosebumps rose, her heart raced, and her tenderness bloomed.
The cleaning had exposed her so much. She felt weak, defenseless. Who would’ve guessed being treated like that would break her? Grant, obviously, but how?
Grant didn’t ask for permission to take Angel’s bra off. He knew he already had it. She was his now. She had given herself over to him. With an easy snap, the bra dropped and hit the hay. He pressed himself against her, keeping her steady against his chest while he poured the suds over her naked breasts.
Tender, sore, her breasts were needy. Her lovely nipples stuck straight out, ripe and ready for the plucking. Lips too close to her neck, he kept behind her, stroking around her collar bone, not daring to go lower yet to her tender tits.
Angel moaned, trembling against him, thankful for his hold. His warmth spread her legs out. She could feel his hard cock press against her, and shifted, grinding against it a little to be sure. Yeah, that’s a hard on. Definitely. I’m not wrong. Damn.
It brought back memories of the night before. As soon as she rubbed against him, letting his hardness brush against her big ass, he grabbed a hand full of her breasts.
Circling, soaping them up, Grant pleasured her, but avoiding her nipples, teased her. The water trailed down to them, and she waited impatiently for the trailing water to slip past her sensitive center.
“Grant,” she moaned, unable to contain her true feelings now. She wanted to say his name, wanted to scream it, wanted to beg him until he was inside her.
But his hands fell from her breasts. Why? Could he be so cruel? Had it all been a trick?
Going lower, he cleaned her, getting as low as the strap to her panties. Then his hands moved away.
She could think. She could breathe.
“Are we done?” Please, no.
“No,” he said, circling, eying her up.
“I’m not done. This is your first lesson. You’re going to have to learn to open up more. That’s your problem…you don’t let people in, especially people who could help you.”
“I can help myself.”
He strode over to his tool chest. He threw it open, then rummaged through.
Oh God…what’s this crazy fool getting?
Whether Angel liked it or not, she would probably do what he said. He was persuasive and incredibly handsome, a dangerous combination. The more she thought about it, standing there, wet and hot from his touch, she desired more of his heat. She wanted that heat to burst inside her.
“You can’t do everything yourself.”
The cowboy grunted, not finding what he was looking for, whatever that was. Instead he grabbed a nearby bench and tossed it in front of her. He pointed to it.
“Get on it.”
Angel started to sit, but then he caught her by the wrist. “No, not like that. I want you to bend over it.”
“You want me to bend over the bench?”
Their breathing was heavy, fast. She could tell even he could feel the pressure. Whatever he had planned, he had a second to decide whether he wanted to go there. If she went along with it, there would be no going back.
“On the bench like I said.”
She laid out on the bench. Angel pressed her horny tits against it, pushing close. She kept herself flat, sitting straight. She didn’t want him to see her ass in the air.
But that’s what he wants to see. Why wouldn’t he want to see my big booty? Seems like Grant is an ass man, more specifically, a big black ass man.
She grit her teeth. The desire broke through her defenses ever since he had cleaned her. She enjoyed being taken care of like that. And judging from where she was sitting, Grant would take care of her even more.
He grabbed her by the hair, binding them together. It knocked the air from her lungs, and she took a deep breath in, resulting in a loud gasp as he yanked her back. Surprisingly, it didn’t hurt. He wrapped his fingers around her hair snugly.
“This is your first lesson. Today you’ll learn to trust me.”
You’re crazy.
You’re fucking crazy.
“An old fashioned spanking will do you well,” he said, and he let her go. She tried to lift, but he pinned her. She struggled, but then Grant turned her to face him. He planted a kiss on her lips.
That stunned her into submission.
While Angel reeled from the kiss, he grabbed rope, tying it around her ankles. Before she could resist, he already had it knotted. Attempting to spread her thighs was no use. The rope wouldn’t move. It turned her on how fast he worked. And the rope wouldn’t break no matter how hard she thrashed against it.
It didn’t cut off any feeling either, just held her firmly in place. The perfect knot. He was a real cowboy.
Her eyes wandered over him. Likewise, he eyed her up, grinning at her in that exposed position.
“Hands out front. They need to be tied too. You’ll want to get out of it. It’s only a natural reaction. I’ll be here the entire time. Just ride through it. Got it, Angel?”
“Didn’t know you were such a romantic.”
“Just a romantic who knows how to tie a mighty fine knot.”
“What are you going to do? You’ve got me tied up, now what?”
“Like I said, I’m going to spank you.”
Angel laughed. She couldn’t stop shuddering, the laughter coming deep from her gut. It started to sound more like a worrying, nervous laugh, falling short of her prior enthusiasm.
Grant grabbed her by the hair again, forcing her up. With Angel at his mercy, he sank his teeth into her bottom lip. His tongue briefly flashed against hers, sending a shiver down her spine.
“Bend over more. Press against the bench and raise that sexy ass up.”
When she didn’t comply, he put his massive hand on her lower back. His touch sent her into submission. She promptly placed her chest farther up the bench, arching her back and raising her ass.
“Spread your thighs.”
“I-” She hesitated.
She could…but…that would show him a lot.
He slapped her ass cheek. The sting traveled right through her. She yelped, then said, “all right, a
ll right,” complying with him and spreading her legs wider. She was now spread wide for Grant. The old cowboy would get a view of her wet panties clinging to her sex.
How much can he see?
This is too much.
“Good girl. Your panties are coming down next.”
His rough hands slid her panties over her bare ass. Her sex felt so needy now, so ready for his hard cock. She looked behind her, trying to catch a glance at it.
She saw him bursting in his jeans. He was hard and horny, wanting it just as badly as Angel. It wasn’t all about obedience. No, Grant was getting off to this as well.
Angel was terribly exposed. Her legs were spread wide for him, so he was able to see her pretty pussy peeking out from between her thighs.
Grant groaned, loving the sight in front of him. She shot her thighs back together. It was a natural instinct for her to cover herself.
“No, that’s no good. Keep your thighs apart.”
She didn’t comply, so he spanked her plump ass again. The sound resounded through the tiny barn. The pain and shock made her spread again.
I can’t believe how wet I am.
Angel prepared herself for the next strike. The waiting was the worst part.
Her sex dripped, her sweet honey getting sticky on her thighs. Grant must have been going wild behind her. No doubt he could see how wet and ready she was. But somehow he remained in control. He brought his hand back and gave her a slap again, this time on her other cheek.
“Raise your ass again. We’re just beginning.”
She could only moan her replies. Her chest heaved, ready for the next blow. Her legs were shaking, giving him an even better view of her pussy.
When her ass perked up again, he spanked her even harder. He slapped her in three consecutive blows, each one hitting closer to her sex. By the third hit, she was ready for him to plunge his finger inside. Or anything. She needed anything. She needed to be filled. The stinging dispersed, instead came a quick numbing followed by desire.
Her adrenaline was through the roof. Angel interlocked her fingers and bit into her lip, waiting for her next spanking.
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