Taming Kat

by Aubrey Cara

  “Yes, sir,” she said petulantly. She couldn't help but ask, “So is this how it'll be? You'll just spank me whenever you think I deserve it?”

  “Yes.”

  That was it, just 'yes'? The man was infuriating. “What about when you're in the wrong? Do I get to spank you?”

  “No,” he said in a gentle tone, but his face looked smug.

  Years of feminist lectures from her mother kicked in. “How's that fair? We need equality in our relationship for this to work.”

  “We have complete equality,” he said in total earnestness.

  She opened and closed her mouth, speechless. “I'm sorry if that's a little hard to swallow while I'm kneeling at your feet handcuffed and about to be spanked!”

  “You can always safeword, and we'll work on your ability to swallow.”

  She huffed, “Oh that's great. Thank you for that.”

  He smiled.

  “What if I decide I don't want the spanking and whatnot to be a part of our relationship?” she asked, full of bullshit. She was pissed at the moment but she would totally miss it. She had fantasized about Caleb dominating and spanking her every day since their first time together months ago. “Will you stop being so high handed?”

  “Kitten?”

  “Hmm?”

  He leaned down and got in her face. “Don't play hypotheticals with me. It will only get you a sore bottom. But you like being punished don't you, kitten? You want to be tied up and taken to task like a bad girl, don't you?”

  She shivered and he chuckled. “That's what I thought. You love this and you'd miss it if I stopped. I know I'd miss the fuck out of it. The only thing that will ever get you out of a spanking is if you're pregnant with my kid.”

  She rolled her eyes. “What if I were pregnant with someone else's kid?”

  Caleb growled, “That's it.” He grabbed her up, and she squealed and giggled as he tossed her over his shoulder and smacked her ass and nipped at her hip. He carried her to the bed and tossed her down. She bounced and then worked herself into a sitting position. He stood over her at the foot of the bed with his hands on his hips in what she thought of as his sexy pirate stance. His expression grew serious.

  “If you accept me tonight, there's no going back,” he said, pegging her with a sober stare. “You dedicate yourself to giving us a chance. We see this through.”

  “If we're going to have another serious chat, can you undo my cuffs? My arms are starting to hurt.”

  Caleb smiled and reached around her to unlatch the cuffs. He took her arms one by one and rubbed the circulation back into them. That felt like heaven.

  “Oh, that's good,” she sighed. She looked up at him and traced a finger down his sharp nose, and he nipped at her finger, making her smile. She loved that he could go from intense to playful. She wasn't sure there was anything she didn't love about him. Except maybe all the women he'd been with before her. That thought sobered her.

  “I'm one hundred percent ready, but you need to be patient with me. This all feels very new to me. Also, I'm not thrilled knowing women could pop up anywhere and ask you for a booty call. It's probably going to happen since that's how you've operated for over a decade.”

  “Kat, you know—”

  She cut him off, “I know you'd never act on it. It's still not a fun thing for me to experience. If a hot guy—that knew my body intimately—came up to me at a bar and asked me for some fun time because I used to always be up for it...”

  Caleb snarled, “I hate hypotheticals.”

  She just quirked a brow and he said, “I get it. I would have to kill the man and I get it. If it makes you feel better, I've already deleted every woman I've ever slept with out of my phone.”

  “Really?”

  He nodded.

  “That really does make me feel better. You are a wonderful, amazingly awesome man. Thank you.” She threw her arms around him. He gave her the type of kiss that made her body melt before pushing her back.

  “Don't thank me yet,” he said. “You still have to take your punishment.”

  She blanched. “This isn't going to be one of those things where the punishment is extra bad to test me and see if I'll still stick around afterward, is it?

  He just gave her a stern look and said, “Bend over. Hands on the bed. Feet on the floor.”

  Her hands were shaking, actually shaking as she got in position. Looking over at the belt still on the end of the bed, she looked over her shoulder at Caleb and asked, “Is it going to hurt?”

  He didn't answer. The evil bastard's lips kicked into a half grin and he winked. The front of his pants strained with his huge erection. Even annoyed with him, the sight made her knees weak. Fuming and irritated with herself, Kat faced forward.

  Unexpectedly, she heard a pop of a cap, and his fingers covered in cold lubricant circled her rosette before pushing in. He did that twice more before pulling his fingers free. In a strange way it felt like she was being violated even though she knew she could stop him. She didn't want to. It was turning her the hell on. She could feel moisture leaking out of her ignored center, her clit pulsing.

  “All right kitten, why don't you be a good girl and put this in for me.”

  Kat looked back, and Caleb was holding a black plug covered in lube. Her eyes went wide. It was twice the size of her little pink one at home. “That's too big.”

  “It's smaller than my cock, and you're going to take that tonight too.” She whimpered at the thought of him shoving his large length into her bottom hole. When Kat didn't move to take it, Caleb said, “The longer I wait, the more swats you're going to get little girl.”

  She took the plug with shaking fingers and lined the tip up to her pucker. She pushed in a little bit at a time. Burying her face in the mattress, she started fucking the plug into her bottom, feeling her tight ring relax and take a little more at every push and retreat. She could feel her juices trickle out of her, running down the inside of her leg as she worked the plug into her little hole. She knew Caleb was getting quite the eyeful.

  Suddenly a strong hand covered hers and seated the plug. She yelped as her ring spread wide then closed around the base. She was panting into the mattress as her bottom hole adjusted to the foreign object filling it. Caleb kneaded the muscles of her ass, helping relax her. He dropped a kiss on her bottom before climbing on the bed. He straddled her back and held the belt in front of her.

  “Kiss the belt, Kat.”

  The smell of leather filled her senses. Her eyes landed on her teeth marks from the other night. She looked over her shoulder at Caleb. His eyes were stormy and glazed. Like two black orbs. Proof he was very affected by this punishment he was putting her through. Slowly she turned and kissed the leather. Peeking over to make sure he was watching, she ran the tip of her tongue along the strip he held. His deep chuckle rumbled through her body, making her toes curl.

  “Ask me for your spanking, kitten.”

  “Sir,” her voice shook. “Will you please spank me?” Her insides quaked in anticipation.

  “Why?”

  She tried to recall all of her transgressions. “Because I drove without a license. Over tired. Without a phone. Then had to abandon your truck when I got pulled over. I threw a beer bottle at you. And...I safeworded,” her throat clogged with tears. “I safeworded to shut you out.” She really did deserve a spanking.

  “Very good. No reaching back to cover your bottom. No fighting this or I tie you back up and put the gag in your mouth.”

  Every hair on her body stood on end by the time the first strike lit across her bottom. She jumped more in shock then pain. He set up a slow rhythm, each strike of the belt sending fire zinging from her ass to every nerve ending in her body. She gasped every time the belt hit the plug, making her clench around the intrusive object, giving her jolts of pleasure pain. She fought to be still as he worked her over. From the top of her bottom to the tops of her thighs. Each strike harder than the last, setting her skin ablaze. She had to force
herself to be still as the belt struck over already welted skin searing like lightning.

  She was panting into the mattress as the stinging blows came. She lost count of how many. The end of the leather strip snaked out to bite her hip, and she had to bite back her cries knowing she'd earned this. A sheen of sweat covered her body. Her mind hazed. A fine sheen of sweat pricked her skin as she gripped the comforter in her fists.

  She heard a clatter before she realized he'd stopped. Her whole body was buzzing and her knees had given out. Caleb ran a callused hand over her swollen, abused flesh, dragging a whimper from her throat.

  “You're so beautiful kitten. And such a good girl.”

  He lifted her trembling body and positioned her so her knees were propped under her on the bed. His hard length burned along the inside of her thigh before pushing into her overly tight sheath. The plug in her bottom made her sex incredibly narrow. She could feel every ridge of his hot thickness filling her. A scream tore from her throat as he plunged to the root. Over and over he emptied her and surged back in until her body quaked with release.

  She was still pulsing on his length when he pulled out. Before she had time to process the loss of his cock he was pulling out the plug. She heard the snap of a bottle cap, then the impossibly broad head of his cock popped through the ring of muscles at her opening. She tried to shift forward at the invasion, but he pulled her back by her waist, forging another inch inside of her tight hole. Forcing her to take him.

  “You're going to take my cock in your ass like a good girl, kitten.”

  She whimpered. His words made her head spin with renewed arousal. The stretch of him in her ass burned. Her muscles clenched and released around him and he smacked her abused rump, drawing out a cry from her.

  “Relax, kitten.”

  She willed herself to relax. All the air whooshed out of her as he pushed forward, seating his length fully inside her. Winding a fist in her hair, he pulled her back. With an arm around her waist, he lifted her back on his thighs and up against his chest. The motion settled her further on his length making her whimper. The hair on his thighs and groin abraded the tender skin of her bottom even as she ground herself back against him. His chest was like hot granite against her back. His length like forged steel in her bottom.

  Running a hand along her throat, he growled in her ear, “Mine.”

  She shivered at his possessive words, feeling the truth of them ring through her. He did own her. Body and soul. She should be frightened, but she could only feel the burning need to be taken. Fucked rough and dirty as he had said earlier. The scruff of his beard scraped along her neck as he nipped at her delicate skin.

  She heard a humming sound before his hands settled over her mound. Her body bowed as waves of intense sensations crashed through her from her clit to her toes back to the hard length stretching her back passage.

  With a click, the sensations were gone and she was panting. Caleb's strong arm around her waist was the only thing holding her body up.

  Again and again he did that. Swamping her body with frantic sensation. Keeping her on the verge of orgasm. Never letting her go over. Not letting her off the edge.

  *** ***

  Caleb clenched his teeth as Kat's tight little body spasmed and clenched around his length again. He refused to come. Not until she was begging for it. Crying to be filled with his seed. He was past coherent thought. He was blind with the primal need to drive his woman higher than she'd ever been.

  Her hoarse cry as he removed the vibe from her swollen clit again made his dick jerk inside her. The scent and feel of her was making his head spin. Her sweet juices soaked his hand. Her arousal coated his thighs and her lush body quivered in his arms. He plucked at her rosy distended nipples until she squirmed on his lap, forcing friction on his cock buried inside her. His eyes rolled back a little. Her hips jerked back and forth, trying to ride him, and he shoved his hips up hard making her squeal. God, he loved the feel of being enveloped by her body. Pussy, ass, mouth. It didn't matter.

  “Do you wanna come, kitten?” His voice came out dark and gravelly. She nodded her head frantically and he asked, “Do you want to come with my cock in your ass, fucking you hard? Do you think you deserve to come?”

  “God, yes. I'll be a good girl. Please, please fuck me. Please fuck me.”

  Her cries were music to his ears. “How do you ask me nicely?”

  “Please fuck my ass, Daddy. Fuck me hard and make me come. Pleeease sir. I'll be a good girl. I'll do anything. Please.”

  His cocked pulsed, growing even larger at her words. His vision hazed even as he growled into her neck and fought not to come on the spot. He pushed her forward roughly. He watched his cock slide out from between her red striped ass and then sink back into her heat. Seeing his marks on her spurred him to move faster and rougher with each stroke.

  Savage satisfaction filled him as he watched Kat claw at the bedspread. Her pretty hair tumbled around her shoulders as her head came back on a cry. Guttural moans and little chirps of sounds broke from her throat as he worked into her again and again. His chest thumped mine with every thrust of his cock.

  He could feel his cum surging up from the base of his sack. The force to hold back shaking his legs. He reached around and vigorously rubbed the vibe against her clit even as he mercilessly hammered into her over and over. He was now mindless with his own need to come.

  He watched her beautiful flushed body arch. A broken cry tearing from her throat. Her pussy convulsed against his hand a second before her channel clenched around his cock so tight he saw stars. With a shout his cum shot out of him like lightning. The hot vice around his dick milking him hard. His orgasm felt like it just kept going. He couldn't remember ever orgasming so hard in his life.

  When her body finally stopped quaking, he turned off the vibe and gently eased them down on the bed without breaking the connection. They lay there on their sides panting as he mindlessly stroked his hands over her. She took his hands and wrapped his arms around her soft body. Warmth filled his chest as he tightened his hold on her. He kissed her hair and her temple. He gently kissed the bite marks he'd left on her shoulder in way of an apology.

  That had been cataclysmic. His body felt like it was shaking. She'd made him feel more beast than man. He couldn't remember ever losing himself so completely in a woman before. Even with Kat. His woman. His.

  A contentment washed through him he'd never experienced. This was what coming home felt like.

  *** ***

  Kat was still dozing on and off when Caleb eased away from her body. She whimpered at the loss, and he gently kissed her cheek. Through half-lidded eyes she watched as he eased off the end of the bed then pulled up his pants only to sit back down to take off his boots. She giggled to herself. She hadn't realized he had fucked her with his pants around his ankles and his boots still on. His shirt had been open but he hadn't taken it off. For some reason she found that so appealing. He hadn't been able to wait long enough to take off his clothes to get inside her.

  When he was naked he padded to the bathroom and came back with a warm washcloth. She could feel herself blushing as he washed between her legs but didn't move to stop him. Wordlessly he rolled her to her belly and put some soothing ointment on her rump, making her whimper when his fingers ran over a few welted spots. He placed a gentle kiss on the small of her back in acknowledgment of her discomfort before he tossed the towel into to the bathroom and eased the covers down.

  She crawled up next to him, and he gathered her up in his arms before settling them under the blankets. Reaching out, he turned off the lamp.

  “Goodnight, kitten.”

  “Goodnight Caleb.”

  “What? No goodnight, daddy?” he asked softly chuckling.

  She blushed and covered her face with a hand. “Oh God, I can't believe I said any of that.” Some recess of her mind must have remembered the other day in the truck when he told her the rules for referring to him as daddy.

  Chuc
kling, he turned her in his arms until she faced him. Taking her face, he kissed her lips then stroked her cheek with his callused thumb. “I love nothing more than making you so out of your mind you're babbling dirty shit. Makes me want to do it all over again to see what else I can get to come out of this filthy mouth.”

  He shifted her until her knee rested on his hip. He eased a hand between them and started stroking back and forth over her slit. Her tender flesh was wet in an instant.

  “Caleb,” she complained, trying to grab his hand.

  “No, look at me.”

  They were both in shadows, but still she looked up at him as he tilted her hips. Her breath hissed out as one of his fingers dug into a welt on her bottom. He eased his hold on her even as he slowly pushed his hard length into her.

  They made love like that. Slow and tender. Breathing each other in. Completely entwined. She wasn't sure where he ended and she began. When she came, it was in gentle waves that filled her body with languor. Still embedded deep inside her, Caleb rolled to his back, bringing her with him. All her soft curves settled over his large hard frame like a snuggly blanket. She felt so small lying on top of him, her head barely reaching his chest.

  She was nearly asleep when she heard him whisper, “Mine.” Emotion bloomed in her chest. Relaxed and languid she murmured back, “I love you,” as slumber dragged her under.

  CHAPTER NINE

  Even though they woke before the sun; Kat still felt better rested than she had all week. She was sore—and she couldn't wait to strip off her tight jeans that were even now chafing the hell out of her poor bottom—but she was well rested.

  She had needed her wits about her when Caleb had dropped her off in front of the stables and subsequently the main house that morning. Leaning in, he had given her a kiss to end all kisses. It made their shared intimacies clear and proclaimed her his woman. When she surfaced from the kiss a bit bemused and glazed eyed it was to find no less than five people watching the spectacle. Di and Jack stood on the front porch with Brycen who was back from having the flu, Travis, and one of the new ranch hands Warren.