by Jenny Jeans
She sucked in a startled breath, wondering where the lawman was. Likely gazing at her bare ass and everything exposed between, she thought, lying still, considering her options. What she knew of Lawman Buck was that he was a stern and unyielding man. He had glittering black eyes, a set jaw line, and he sneered more than he smiled. She knew he was an honest sort of lawman, which just pissed her off, thinking no one could be that purely incorruptible. It made her look plain, double-dealing in comparison.
But it seemed, to her oxygen-deprived brain, that tight-britches Buck was thinking about a deal. One that involved her bare ass and what was in between. She fidgeted, knowing her buttocks flexed as she reminded herself what the option was … prison.
"I like it rough." Lawman Buck's voice sounded like desert gravel.
Kate felt shivers shoot over her skin. She wasn't certain why she got shivery over just him saying he liked it rough, when she should be toppling off his horse and running. But she'd bluff her way through, if it killed her.
"Is there any other way, lawman honey" she croaked. The position was bad for seductive tones.
She heard some movement behind her, and the horse shifted under her, then a gloved hand cup one cheek of her bare ass. It took immense effort not to flinch away, and a strange thing happened when he squeezed her buttock … she felt a flutter of sensation deep in her pussy. Damnation. She nearly cussed. She was not finding this arousing.
"I don't mean playing rough. I mean hard, fast, deep, and rough." He squeezed her buttock so hard she whimpered. "Going to hurt," he promised in a rasp.
Kate gulped, but forced her tremors of fear away. He probably just thought he was rough because some frilly woman, who didn't really like fucking, told him so, to keep him off her. Well, Kate liked fucking. She didn't like fucking a whole slew of men she didn't pick, but other than that she'd have made a grand whore.
"I'll give you all the rough sex you want, lawman," she rasped, trying to throw brave into her voice. "For a price." The last bit had come out nice and strong, even though she was hanging upside down. She was fairly proud of her courage, but then …
Smack!
Kate yelped in pain at the gloved hand that smacked her buttocks hard. The horse shifted under her. Smack! Smack! Smack!
Oh Damn. She squealed, kicking her legs, while trying to shove off so she could push off the horse. It hurt! A strong hand shoved her back down, then she felt the sensation of something circling in the lips of her sex. Then a push. Something partially entered her, making her thighs part. She squealed with angry fright, but no matter how she struggled, she was pinned with that rough, gloved finger partially inside her.
"You don't make the deals," Lawman Buck's voice snarled, punctuated by his gloved finger rasping her core. She half-moaned half-whined as her thighs spread further. "I do," he uttered, pulling his finger out, and then pushing it inward again.
It was rough, and she could feel it to her bones, but she also felt a pang rising deeper beyond his finger. "That the best you can do," she cried, half screaming her challenge because she was partway between terror and arousal.
Suddenly, his finger was gone and she was being pulled down off his horse. She might have tried to attack him or gain some advantage, even sexually, but she was dizzy and stumbling. A tug of her hair, so painful it jerked her forward, attacked her scalp. She squealed and cussed as Lawman Buck hauled her forward, but then he pushed her, letting go. Wobbling on her short boots, she tried to stay upright, while swiping hair out of her face. The lawman's grim features swam into clarity. He had a three day beard on him with a square unyielding jaw and black eyes so intense she had a hard time keeping eye contact. When she failed, turning her gaze from his piercing eyes, she saw the coiled whip he held in his right hand.
"That was not part of the deal!" she shouted, poking a finger toward the whip.
One side of his hard lips turned upward. "I haven't made the deal yet," he uttered.
Kate couldn't help staring at the thick black whip. Just its presence sent quivers crawling on her flesh, and that made her mad.
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Billionaire Menage
By Jenny Jeans
Copyrighted 2012 © Jenny Jeans
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About the author:
Jenny Jeans lives in the Pacific Northwest enjoying the single life, dreaming and fantasizing about things that could come true. [email protected]
Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight