by Asha Daniels
The stigma would never leave. Never. Fuck this shit.
“Yo, Savage.”
Parker Harland, Savage to his friends, gave his buddy a scathing look before flipping him off. He glanced at the pool table then polished off the last of his Budweiser. The night was dragging on, boredom reminding him that he had absolutely no life worth mentioning. “Yeah. Yeah. I’m coming.” At least Toby seemed to be in a good mood. Toby Keller, a previous rodeo hero and all around goofy guy hadn’t lost any of his verve during his incarceration. At least one of the musketeers had a better outlook on life. He sure as shit didn’t.
“He needs to get laid,” Joshua huffed, a grin on his face.
Shaking his head, Savage grabbed his pool cue, taking the shot, balls going in every pocket, the eight ball last.
“Oh! You did not just do that. You asshole!” Toby snorted then tossed his stick. “You are a damn pool shark.”
Blowing on his knuckles then sliding them across his well-worn shirt, he walked to the cue stand, sliding the stick back into position. As Joshua walked closer, an odd expression on his face, he knew he was going to need another beer, if not two or three. Josh Mitchem had taken the two year prison stint harder than either he or Toby, losing almost everything to his name. They’d never expected to be convicted, especially when they were trying to help, but the judge and the district attorney wanted to set an example.
Twenty-two months had seemed like a lifetime to all of them. Twenty-three for Savage given the brawl in the shower. But he refused to take shit from anyone, including some oversized, pinhead who thought he could use Savage as his ‘boy’.
“What’s up?” Savage asked.
Toby lifted an eyebrow before muttering about getting another round and walking away. He knew better than to get in the middle of Josh’s brooding mood.
Joshua scanned the small bar, as if pretending to be interested in the few women inside. The bar was a dive, a rundown example of a less than stellar part of town. The distant outskirts of Cheyenne had little to offer in the way of entertainment. However, the three of them weren’t being persecuted, taunted and otherwise treated like second class citizens at this point. No one gave a shit who or what they were.
Outlaws.
Who the hell used the word any longer? They weren’t in the freakin’ Wild West.
“What? Just spit it out. We ain’t got all night,” Savage said gruffly. They’d been out over three months with zero prospects for jobs.
“That’s the problem. We do have all night,” Josh answered, mostly under his breath. “I can’t continue living in a shack. I had a life. This is ridiculous.”
He patted his buddy on the back, mindful of his words. Savage was the most jaded and had always been. He hadn’t grown up with a large family, or any family for that matter. Being an orphan had taught him many things, and most of them about keeping to himself. In and out of foster homes, he’d never bothered to get attached. Josh and Toby had been his pseudo brothers, friends since they were in grade school. He at least had a vicarious look at family life through their eyes, no matter how jaded certain aspects had been. For a few years, he’d fantasized about being adopted, but no one wanted a surly kid with a nasty attitude. Both Josh and Toby had kept him on track, yanking his ass back when he strayed into the far left lane, the criminal lane. Until one ridiculous night. “We’ll find a job, you’ll get a place and hell, maybe even a girlfriend.”
Josh laughed and lowered his voice. “Do you remember when the three of us were convinced that sharing a woman was the right thing to do?”
“And we shared more than one.” Grinning, the memories were bittersweet.
“Nah. I don’t mean the few one night stands. I mean forever. A submissive woman. Three dominating men. Could be a blast.” Josh shook his head, a faraway look in his eyes.
“A blast? There’s no woman alive who would tolerate being dominated by three men, let alone outlaws. Besides, that was Toby’s big plan. We’d all settle down on a ranch, one amazing woman, two dogs, the damn fence. The whole bunch of shit.” Savage clenched his fist. You bet he’d dreamt of the fantasy more than once. All the frank conversations as teenagers, the unbridled needs they’d shared had shaped the course of his yearning. But he was no fool. Besides, they’d tested the idea.
And. It. Failed.
“Not such a bad concept, if you ask me. Course you’re right. That would mean a woman could actually tolerate us.” Josh gave Savage a knowing look, his teasing tone cut to a minimum.
Memories were brutal to all of them.
A full minute of silence was cut by Toby clearing his throat.
“Okay. We’re here to have a good time. A round for the crew. Time to celebrate,” Toby demanded as he handed the other guys a cold one.
“And exactly what are we celebrating again?” Josh asked, this time, disdain in his voice.
“We’re all out of the joint, not on probation and we have the entire summer ahead of us. Time to get moving. Do things. You know, live.” Toby looked back and forth from man to man. “Jesus. Rough crowd.”
“In order to live, we need money and that takes getting a job. Few prospects on the horizon.” Savage heard the bitterness in his voice.
Josh rubbed his jaw. “Well, I might have a lead. Ran into an old buddy of mine yesterday and he mentioned they were looking for big, strapping guys. And they need a mechanic.”
Toby snorted. “Leaves you out, bubba. The strappin’ part I mean.”
“Always a damn freaking comedian. It’s a good opportunity. He gave me the owner’s card. The pay isn’t great, but it includes room and board. So, I checked the place out. Seems perfect for us. If you guys ain’t chicken shit, I can make a call.”
Toby ignored his last statement while Savage drummed his fingers on the edge of the pool table. Josh certainly knew his way around vehicles, but what the hell was he going to do? Grunting, he noticed a sexy blonde checking him out. He’d seen her the moment she and her group of friends sashayed in like they owned the place. They had to be tourists given their slinky attire and boisterous actions. At least there was a distraction from the testosterone filled room. Suddenly, his cock was aching. He hadn’t been with a woman in almost three solid years. Time to get back on the saddle. “I don’t care. If it sounds all right, might give it a whirl. I have better things to do.”
Toby followed his gaze, popping Savage on the arm. “Like you never lost any time. Go for it.”
Savage swaggered close to the table full of women, able to overhear at least part of their conversation. They were definitely here scoping out the local talent. In the bedroom, that is. A one night stand with a blonde bombshell was just the ticket. And if she craved a spanking, even better. He didn’t utter a word as he sidled up to the table, acknowledging the girls only with his eyes.
“My. My. They grow them big in these parts.” The blonde fanned her face, giving Savage a nod of approval. “Muscles in all the right places,” she whispered, her gaze falling to his crotch. “Tattoos and one sexy dimple. I think I’m in love.”
He could see her instant reaction, her nipples hard peaks pressing against her slinky dress. Red in color. His favorite. “What’s your name, sunshine?”
“And that bedroom voice. Wow,” the redhead cooed.
“Jordan. What’s yours?” Pressing her lips together, she scooted closer.
“Savage. Would you like to get out of here, Jordan?” Yeah, he was pressing his luck, but he had damn good instincts.
Jordan seemed taken aback for barely three seconds. Grabbing her purse, she winked at the other girls. “I’d love to.”
“Do you want me to call you daddy?” Jordan asked, her eyes twinkling.
What the hell. Savage didn’t mind a little role playing. “Yeah, and you are one naughty girl.”
She licked her lips and twirled, the action allowing him to see her shapely legs, the slip of material falling into the crack of her ass. “I know what bad girls need.”
He g
lanced around the hotel room. The Econolodge hadn’t seen a renovation in a hell of a long time, but the women had made the place their own. Liquor bottles and lingerie were strewn everywhere. He noticed a collection of wooden brushes on the credenza and his pulse quickened. “All women need a daily spanking, but sinful, rotten girls need a hard whipping.”
“Oh, Daddy.” She noticed his gaze and slid her index finger over her lips. “Maybe I should change into my nightie, Daddy.”
Walking closer to the cheap furniture, he selected one of the brushes. The thick wooden handle fit his hand perfectly, the wood backing the bristles thick enough to add extra sting.
Smack!
Jordan jumped when he slapped the brush against the palm of his hand. “That’s a good idea. Get yourself ready for bed, young lady.”
Squealing, she scampered into the bathroom, closing the door. A grin popped on his face. This was going to be a welcomed experience and one he hadn’t anticipated. He rubbed his fingers across the bristles, his adrenaline increasing, creating beads of sweat along the back of his neck. Adjusting his cock made him groan, the heightened desire driving him almost mad.
Maybe two minutes later, the door opened, bare feet padding into the adjoining room.
Savage darted his eyes toward her entrance and he blinked twice before being able to focus. Dressed in a frilly, pastel pink nightie, her blonde hair pulled into pigtails, she was the epitome of a much younger version, a baby doll waiting for her punishment. “Well, shit.”
“Daddy, you cursed.”
“Yes, I did.” The sheer attire accentuated her rosy nipples, her shorn pussy. He exhaled and ran his fingers through his hair, the brush planted firmly in his hand. “Place two pillows in the middle of the bed under your stomach.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
Her head lowered, her lips pursed, pouting as any mischievous little girl should do, she took small steps toward the bed, thumping one pillow on top of the other and crawling onto the cover. When she lay over the fluffy mound, the nightie was pulled up, highlighting her rounded ass.
Now, his mouth was watering. He took deliberate steps closer, tapping the backside of the brush against his hand. “You are very disobedient. You never follow the rules and you backtalk. I’m going to spank you long and hard. Do you understand, baby girl?”
“Yes, Daddy. I deserve a brutal spanking.” Jordan wiggled her ass and kicked out her legs.
His dick was throbbing to the point of anguish. Advancing, he lifted the edge of her nightie, tugging until the soft material was up around her waist. “Keep your position or I will add additional smacks.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
Snapping his wrist, he brought the wooden brush down on both ass cheeks three times, savoring the popping sound as wood hit her skin.
“Ouchie!” Wriggling, she clenched her fists, her feet shifting.
“You aren’t going to be able to sit down for a week.” He peppered her ass with several strikes, one after the other.
“Daddy! Hurts.” Her voice was muffled, and she flailed her arm back, trying to cover her reddened ass.
Savage grabbed her wrist. “None of that. I told you what will happen if you continue to misbehave.”
Sniffling, she managed to nod several times before smashing her face against the covers.
He moved to the other side, spanking hard and fast, each swat dedicated to her sit spot. After another six, he could hear her sniveling, crying even; he wasn’t certain the tears were real, but hell, he was having a damn good time.
Jordan slapped her fists, rolling her body back and forth. “Oh!”
The brush seemed to mold to his hand, the weight perfect and he was able to control his actions, memories of times in the past a bittersweet reminder of everything he’d lost. He held his breath for a few seconds, pushing aside his darkness then continued, issuing the hard strikes in a methodical pace. After rubbing her cheeks, feeling the heat tingling his fingers, he was ready to lose his shit. He wanted nothing more than to thrust his dick inside her sweet pussy.
Arching her back ever so slightly, she moaned the second he slid the tip of his index finger down the crack of her ass. She parted her legs just enough to allow him to slide his finger past her tight folds, easing inside her cunt. “Mmmm… Daddy, that feels so good.”
Savage pumped his finger as deep as possible. “You’re wet for me, baby girl. Tell me, do you want Daddy to fuck you?”
“God, yes, sir. Please fuck me.” Stretching out her arms, she made cooing sounds.
Removing his finger, he leaned over the bed, rubbing the tip across her mouth. “Open wide.”
Obeying instantly, she parted her lips, allowing him to push his finger inside. She suckled, the sounds floating into the air.
“Clean every drop.” He gazed down at her, trying to keep his cool as his balls filled with cum. When he was satisfied, he issued several additional spanks then dropped the brush. “I’m going to fuck you now.” He’d come prepared, sliding a single condom in his back pocket. Maybe it was wishful thinking, but he was damn glad he’d thought ahead. He snagged the foil package from his back pocket, ripping the top.
She twisted her head and pushed up ever so slightly, her expression one of raw desire. There was a gleam in her eyes as she watched him roll the rubber over his swollen shaft. “Shove that dick inside of me. Make me yours.”
The switch in her voice, the almost primal request was the icing on the cake. He unfastened his buckle and belt, kicking off his boots and almost tearing off his jeans. Planting his knees on either side of her, he pushed her legs together and tapped her butt cheeks with his dick. “All mine.” He slipped his cockhead between her folds, wiggling until he was able to slide the tip inside. The heat of her pussy made him groan. Planting both hands beside her head, he leaned over, kissing the back of her neck before plunging the entire length of his shaft inside. “Yes!”
She clamped her pussy muscles, squeezing around his dick.
“Sweet Jesus. So wet. So tight.”
“Wait until you fuck my ass, Dad-dy.” Giggling, she pushed up again, creating heated friction.
“Oh, yeah. Just wait.” He pumped in and out, straining as he tried to keep his orgasm at bay. He wanted this to last for a long time. Pulling almost all the way out, he dropped his head, nipping her shoulder.
“Don’t tease me!”
“I’ll tease you if I want. I’m in charge.” The sex was incredible, electricity shooting through ever cell, leaving his heart racing. He was straining, willing his body to cooperate. Every part of him was shaking as sweat oozed down both sides of his face, dripping down onto her skin.
“Let me suck you off. Please, Daddy.”
Surprised, he panted as he held the position, issuing a slight growl before taking a step back. “Then suck me.”
Another slight squeal pushed past her lips as she clamored to climb off the bed, settling in between his muscular legs. Her delicate fingers removed the condom, tossing the unwanted piece of slick rubber onto her dresser. “You are so strong, Daddy. So big.”
Savage couldn’t help but wonder just how many times she’d performed this same act. At least tonight, he was receiving the benefit. “Take every inch.” He folded his arms, closing his eyes and when she wrapped her perky little mouth around his cockhead, he almost fell face forward. “Shit.”
Giggling, she rubbed his balls, rolling them between her fingers as she sucked on the tip, her tongue swirling.
His mouth was bone dry and he tried to maintain position, his breathing difficult. “Don’t taunt me. Suck me.”
She took him down another inch. Then another, her mouth moving like an expert.
She’d done this many times before. The thought giving him a grin, he stared down at her with hazy eyes and rolled onto the balls of his feet. When she began to go up and down, slurping and sucking, he jutted his hips forward. “Yeah, that’s it, baby girl. Just like Daddy taught you.”
Jordan’s eyes never left him
as he began to fuck her mouth, his thigh muscles tensing with every savage plunge.
“Yes. Yes.” He was shaking all over, sweat rolling into his eyes and he wasn’t going to be able to hold back his orgasm much longer. “Fuck!” As he spewed into her mouth, he was amazed she took every drop, sucking and licking, cleaning his cock then licking her lips. He fell onto the bed, exhausted and spent. “Come here, baby girl.”
Jordan purred as she curled next to him, resting her head on his chest. “Am I a good girl now, Daddy?”
“Very good. Hell, yes, you’re a good girl.” He could feel a wash of relaxation and closed his eyes. If only he could find the right girl, the one who would give him a sense of freedom, maybe even saving his soul.
Chapter 2
“We are going to have so much fun! You, my wicked girl, had a fantastic idea.” Jessica was dancing in the passenger seat, keeping time to whatever country station was on the radio. “Will you look at the sky and those mountains? Clean air. And there are horses. It’s gorgeous here.”
“What if we can’t find the place? What if the brochure is a lie?” Georgia snarked, more to herself than anything. “I spent almost two hours searching the internet for details about Lone Wolf. The website is outdated, the pictures could have been taken in the eighteen hundreds and the pictures of the rooms are fucking ugly!” She’d been questioning her decision from the moment she stepped on the plane.
Jessica whistled after a few seconds. “Wow, girl. You could make a hot sexual encounter sound like two hours in the dentist chair.”
“I’m serious.”
“That’s the problem. I know you are,” Jessica huffed. “You’re the most inquisitive woman I know. I swear to God, you’d look up sliced cheese on the internet for hours before deciding to purchase a leading brand.”
“Pays to know what you’re getting into,” Georgia countered, flicking her tongue across her teeth. Her mouth was dry, her palms wet, and she was ready to pay almost anything to purchase a plane ticket back home. Where it was safe. Where she knew what to expect.