Her Outlaw Cowboys: A Reverse Harem Romance (Cowboy Desires Book 2)

by Asha Daniels

  “Yes, sir.” Did she sound hopeful?

  “Remove your dress and panties.”

  The command wasn’t harsh, simply a requirement. She obeyed without question, removing and folding her items of clothing, placing them on the table as she’d been taught. She didn’t fiddle nor did she twist back and forth, as she’d done in the past. This was a punishment that she knew she needed.

  “Lean over the back of the chair. Place your hands on the seat.” Savage began to unbuckle his belt, his fingers moving slowly.

  “Yes, sir.” Her voice sounded so small, full of sadness. She padded closer to the chair, already in position in the middle of the room.

  “Since your infraction involved all of us, I’m going to spank you first, then Toby and Josh. They are also your masters. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, sir.” She leaned over the chair, gritting her teeth, her palms sweating as she placed them on the cool wood. Savage was usually the one doling out punishment. He was the true leader, the man in full charge of the house, but she’d embarrassed all of them, as well as herself.

  “This will be a very difficult spanking and very painful.” He rubbed the small of her back, his hand soothing, caressing.

  She closed her eyes, the anticipation killing her. This was the part she loathed, waiting, knowing what would come. The call she’d received at work, hours before, indicating exactly what she would receive had driven her nearly mad. But, the punishment had to be done.

  The whooshing sound echoed in her ears a split second before she felt the hard lash across her ass. “Oh!” Jerking up, she sobbed almost instantly as the excruciating pain rushed into her system.

  “Hold your position.”

  Savage issued a second then third slap of the belt, the position perfect, the snapping sound from his hand one she would never forget.

  With every strike, she was thrown into a moment of panic, her body pushed forward, the sharp edges of the back of the chair digging into her stomach.

  Another strike slapped against the back of her legs, the next on her sit spot.

  She allowed the tears to flow, more from sorrow that she’d broken the rules, knowing she’d get caught. “Oh. Ouch!”

  “You will learn that the rules cannot be broken without receiving punishment. Five more then you’ll stand in the corner until Josh is ready for you.”

  There was no way to describe the intense agony as the thick leather strap was smacked against her naked ass, the sound chilling, the concept creating a wave of adrenaline. She was reduced to sobbing as the spanking continued. Kicking out, she knew he’d add at least one more. Another strike of the belt. Another reminder that she belonged to them.

  Just like she’d wanted.

  “Three more,” Savage said as he rubbed each one of her ass cheeks, his fingers light but still she winced.

  “Fuck!” The word escaped her mouth as he brought the belt down, the force another reminder that she was not allowed to curse. When the last whip had been issued, she could hear the way he placed the belt on the table, knew that he was leaving it there in case the others wanted to use it.

  He gathered her into his arms, rubbing the damp strands of hair from her face. “You did well. Now, go stand in the corner, your hands at your side. You aren’t going to rub your ass or move until Josh releases you. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, sir,” she mumbled, tears sliding down her face. She gulped for air as she walked to the corner, planting her nose as close to the wall as possible. The waiting would be the worst.

  “Shit!” Blinking several times, Georgia immediately slid her hand to her ass, rubbing. No, she hadn’t been whipped. A dream. Shit. She’d been dreaming. She was wet all over, her legs sticky as if she’d climaxed. The dream had seemed so real and she could swear her ass was on fire.

  A short laugh escaped her mouth before she was able to glance at the clock. “Oh, no!” The alarm hadn’t gone off. What the hell? There was no way to get to the main house on time. She was going to be at least thirty minutes late. She was supposed to be meeting the chef and catering director bright and early, then a meeting with Richard and a full tour of the facility. After that, she had two days to plan out the entire summer for review and approval. There was no time to waste. Tossing back the covers, she ran into the bathroom, smacking the light twice before the fluorescent bulb gave off its harsh light.

  Bad girl indeed. This was no way to start off a new working relationship. Perhaps she needed the harsh spanking. The thought made her legs quiver. Savage. Dear God, the man was… No! She had to get ready.

  A shower and make up took her less than ten minutes but struggling with the stiff new jeans took her another solid five. She glared at her reflection as she slipped her hair into a ponytail, twisting and turning in order to see her ass. What she thought was a fat ass. Grousing wasn’t going to do her any good. Shoving her feet into brand new cowboy boots seemed to be yet another adventure. She was so ill prepared for this. Her wardrobe was going to give her away if her lousy work ethic didn’t.

  She grabbed her keys and raced outside. Only the hint of morning light was in the horizon, stars remaining glowing in the stunning sky. The air was cool and dry, refreshing and unexpected. Coffee. She had to find some coffee. Remembering the café, she trotted down the stairs, giving herself a mental high five that she didn’t fall flat on her face, and began walking. The little restaurant had to be close.

  By the time she noticed the small lit sign positioned just above the porch, her feet were killing her. This was going to be a shit day. Hobbling up the stairs, she didn’t realize the force she’d used to smack open the door until the few customers inside, all male customers and definitely cowboys, stopped in mid conversation.

  Georgia could feel the sweat dripping down her back as she walked between them and toward the counter. Only when they resumed their conversations did she let out the breath she’d been holding. There was no one behind the counter that she could see, although the scent of what had to be fresh muffins and coffee made her mouth water.

  “Mostly help yourself by now. At least that’s what I’ve been told.”

  The voice she recognized, rugged and all male with a slight twang. “I didn’t think I was that late.”

  “In the world of cowboys, you’re very late. Then again, so am I.” He flanked her side, chuckling under his breath. “Toby Keller. We met at Rattlesnakes.” He held out his hand.

  The grasp was firm and the moment she gazed into his penetrating green eyes, she was thrown. Given the lighting in the bar, she hadn’t realized his eyes were this mesmerizing, an almost iridescent shade of emerald green. And the touch created a different kind of current, the warmth making her melt. “Yes, I remember. I’m—”

  “I’d never forget a beautiful woman or a sexy name, Georgia. Coffee is over here. Let me buy you a cup.”

  His grin infectious, he nodded to the right, half pulling her toward the location. “Glad I ran into you. I wanted you to know that Savage isn’t all that bad. I mean underneath his surly, pain in the ass attitude.” Handing her a cup, he winked and took a solid glance down to her boots.

  “What are you looking at?” Completely self-conscious, she tried to pour coffee into the cup but her hand was shaking, her palm sweating. Even her nipples were hard. This wasn’t her finest hour.

  “Well, I take it you’re not a boots and jeans kind of girl,” Toby teased.

  “I am very much so,” she countered, biting her lower lip as she reached for the cream.

  He leaned over so only she could hear. “You’re a bit of a mischievous girl, aren’t you?”

  “What’s that supposed to mean?” The cream managed to overflow onto her hand, the table and even the floor.

  “It means that you’re not a very good fibber. Your feet are going to be in dire straits later. I’d consider changing into regular shoes, especially for your first day on the job and since you’re late and all.” He had a lilt in his voice as he grabbed a stack of paper
napkins, dropping to the floor and cleaning up the mess.

  Georgia tried to keep her cool. In fact, she did everything in her power not to react as the back of his hand brushed against the side of her leg in his effort to clean up the liquid. When she almost dropped the cup, spilling a solid third all over his shirt, she was ready to throw a tantrum. “Shit. Shit. Shit!” She was thankful the cowboys were heading out of the café. Then she realized, she would soon be alone with another gorgeous. Sexy. Rugged. Man. The sweat was now rolling down her back. This was silly. Goofy. “I’m sorry!”

  “Ouch! Jesus, woman. You are a handful, just like Savage said you were.” He didn’t seem embarrassed at his proclamation nor did he flinch after having hot coffee poured all over him. He simply rose to his full height, blotting the liquid with the same handful of napkins.

  She heard a slight whistle coming from the last two men before they closed the café door. All alone. Together. Alone. “He said what?”

  “That you were a handful and needed strict discipline in your life. I am inclined to agree with him.”

  “How dare you! You don’t know me at all.” As if there was any conviction in her tone of voice. She tried the coffee again then decided to give up getting any caffeine, tossing the cup into the trash.

  “Let’s see. I know you’re very late for your first day at a new job. I know you aren’t a cowgirl, no matter what you think you’re portraying. I’d say you were an East Coast girl, hiding from some ex-lover, a man who did you wrong. How am I doing so far?” Toby took a step back, holding up his arms. “I just call them like I see them.”

  She mumbled under her breath, calling him several wretched names.

  “A mess of nasty words for a nice girl like you. Cause for getting your mouth washed out with soap.”

  Georgia snapped her head in his direction, able to tell he was only half kidding. Why was her pussy quivering, creating dampness between her legs? “Like I said, you don’t know me at all.” But dear God in some heaven above, she wanted him to.

  “Fair enough, little lady. Maybe that will change. Matter of fact, I hope it will. I should get going. Working on the summer rodeo. Need to get back into the saddle, literally.” He grabbed his hat from an adjacent table, tipping his head, his eyes flashing.

  “Wait. What is the deal with Savage?” she put a hard inflection on his name. She noticed an instant slight sadness crossing Toby’s face. “I mean, you said he wasn’t all that bad.”

  He tossed the soiled napkins into the trash, striding closer. “He’s had a rough life. More than most. I can tell you that his heart is in the right place. Good man. Trustworthy, no matter what you might hear. I’m hoping he’ll find peace here at the ranch. He deserves a fresh start.”

  There were so many questions she wanted to ask, delving into a private life that should mean nothing to her, but she could tell Toby wasn’t the kind to gossip. “He does seem like a nice guy. Very… nice.” The flush returned, skipping along her jawbone and cheeks. And of course, the sexy cowboy noticed.

  “I’ll let him know you asked about him. I’m sure that will warm the cockles of his heart.”

  “No. No! Don’t do that. I mean we only met and talked some really. I don’t know him at all.” And kissed, a long and amazing kiss. She sighed. Nothing was going exactly as planned.

  “Uh-huh. Sure thing, Miss Georgia. I gotta run. Maybe we’ll run into each other later.” Toby headed for the door, stopping short before touching the door handle. “By the way. Two things to keep in mind.”

  “What two things?”

  “One, wash any new pair of jeans you purchase before you wear them. Dead giveaway you don’t belong and two…” He allowed the words to linger as he opened the door, giving her an elongated and very heated gaze. “Where we come from, women are spanked for their infractions. You know, telling lies. Something for you to keep in mind.”

  Georgia heard the sound of his boots clomping on the wooden porch over everything else. Except for the beating of her heart. When the door was closed, she pressed several fingers across her lips, falling against the stainless-steel table. And all she could think about was the amazing kiss as well as the intense and very real dream.

  She was in some kind of trouble.

  He was an idiot. There was no other way to describe his behavior. Savage tapped on the steering wheel as he pulled around the corner, parking the truck in front of the main house. Dawn had just broken over the horizon, creating a myriad of colorful streaks across the sky. Which meant a storm was brewing, no doubt coming in during the afternoon. He concentrated on the way the light created a halo over the mountains. Everything was quiet, peaceful this early in the morning. Quit stalling, you damn fool. And he was. Why? He had no desire to get back into accounting, marketing or any professional activity that was business related. However, he’d agreed to the stint, at least for the summer and he’d honor his word.

  His thoughts drifted to Toby, as well as the intense conversation in the bar. Toby was the family kind of guy, longing to have a passel of kids. For Savage, the notion wasn’t on the radar for a long ass time, if ever. What did any of them know about a family life? No, he wasn’t going to think about the woman he’d met.

  At least today.

  Yes, his attraction for her was vivid, incredible, reminding him of another time in his life, before everything had gone to shit. The past was going to stay in the past and he’d blown his single chance for relationship bliss ages ago. Time to suck it up and do whatever he could to help Richard. The man’s generous offer deserved his full attention.

  Whatever was going to happen at Lone Wolf had nothing to do with the feisty woman. It couldn’t. The alcohol and the incredible kiss had done the talking the night before. Georgia. The name suited her as well as rolled off his tongue. He’d caught the slight southern accent, one she no doubt had worked her entire life to cover up. She seemed refined, well educated, even though she had a rather nasty streak running through her. He smiled at the thought as he grabbed the keys, shoving them into his pocket.

  She was also passionate, hiding behind a conservative side. What was she doing here? She seemed way out of her element. Well, they all had something to hide. He barely climbed out of the truck when he noticed a vehicle swinging into the parking lot, moving way too fast. Slamming the door, he could hear the tires squealing. What the hell? The damn driver wasn’t going to stop. As the car screeched into the spot next to him, almost running him down, anger rushed into every cell. If he hadn’t jumped back a solid two feet, the driver would have crushed his legs. Shaking his head, he calmed his rage before storming toward the driver’s side.

  Unable to see inside, he yanked the door out of the asshole’s hand the second the car door was opened. “What the fuck do you think you were doing? You could have gotten us both killed, and you almost pinned me under your damn vehicle!” Whoa. Whoa. No way. Karma had a sick sense of humor this morning.

  Georgia huffed as she peered up at him, a scowl on her face. She held a look of shock for a few seconds before her features shifted to defiance. “Well, if you hadn’t been standing in the dark in the middle of a parking spot then you wouldn’t have almost gotten yourself killed, now would you’ve?”

  “You are kidding me,” he snorted as he grabbed her arm, yanking her into a standing position.

  “No, I’m not,” Georgia huffed.

  “If you were my girlfriend, I’d know exactly what to do with you right now.” He could see himself moving to the passenger seat, requiring her to lower her jeans and panties then locating the wooden brush always kept in the glove compartment. He’d drag her over his thigh, no doubt kicking and screaming that she was a good girl and give her the hard spanking that she needed. That would do her some good. The thought alone was enough to create tingling in his hand. He flexed his fingers, imagining the way his fingers would look after giving her a bare assed whipping. Christ. He was freaking out of his mind.

  “Yeah, well I’m not your girlfriend and n
ever will be.” The words were laced with venom.

  The audacity of her brazen attitude was off the chart and he was spittin’ pissed off as well as raging with blinding desire. Stop. Step back. His hands were clammy, his heart racing. This woman was… No, he was… What in the freaking hell was wrong with him? He brushed imaginary dirt off his jeans before confronting her. “You are a menace and you have no business being here. You know that?”

  “A menace? I have every right to be here, you troll of a man,” she snapped, befuddled.

  “Troll? Yeah, where are you from, New York City? I hope you aren’t working with any of the animals ‘cause you might end up killing them.” Over the top? Hell, yeah.

  “Get off me and how dare you!” She jerked her arm away. “I was hired because I’m a professional. However, I can’t say that about you.” Georgia’s voice was strong, but even in the shadowed light, he could see the slight quiver in her lower lip.

  This was the kind of woman who needed strict discipline, rules. Hard spankings. The realization of what he was thinking shot through what might be the only rationality left in his brain. How could a woman he just met rattle him so much? Snorting, he slapped his hand around her arm, yanking her away from the car.

  The force dragged her against his chest and for a full five seconds, neither said anything. A slow burn of tension was palpable, but the electricity tipped the charts. Her breathing was ragged, coming in short pants.

  Beads of sweat rolled down the back of Savage’s neck. Inhaling, the scent of her filled his nostrils, swelling his balls.

  Blinking, she swallowed several times, her eyes never leaving his.

  “Are you all right?” Asking was the polite thing to do.

  She placed the palm of her hand against his shirt but instead of pushing, she clenched her fingers around the dense material. “I…”

  The current crackled between them and he could hear the skipping of her breath, matching the ragged thumping of his heart. He lowered his head as he absently fingered a strand of her hair falling from the tight ponytail. She was more feminine in her attempt to look the part of a western girl than she had been in a sexy dress. When their lips were almost touching, he allowed his thumb to brush across her cheek.