Taming Kat

by Aubrey Cara

  Di offered for the ladies to spend the day with her at the ranch and give Kat some quiet time. Caleb knew she had needed more than quiet time. Her overwrought self needed the kind of release only he could offer.

  Naked he stood over her with his cock in her face. She moved to take him in her mouth and he fisted a hand in her hair pulling her head back.

  “Uh-uh, first you’re going to tell me what a naughty girl you've been.”

  “Caleb please,” she panted. Her whiskey colored eyes glazed over. Her full gorgeous breasts lifting and falling with each breath. Her body was flushed, a fine sheen of sweat was covering her. His eyes locked onto the apex of her where her lovely thighs glistened with arousal. Evidence of her need pooled under her.

  His cock pulsed in it's own need at the sight of his woman. “What do you say, kitten?”

  “I'm sorry. I was a crazy bitch. Please fuck me now.”

  “Close. Open your mouth. Maybe choking on my cock will help you think of the right answer.”

  Kat whimpered at his coarse words, hungrily taking his length into her mouth. He knew the dirtier he talked to her the more turned on she became. With a hand in her hair he thrust until she was moaning and writhing then pulled out. He reached down and removed the vibrator just as she was about to come again, making her cry out.

  “Now, why don't you tell me what I want to hear?”

  “Please Master. I wasn't stealing the silver, I swear,” Kat said, falling back into some indentured servant role play.

  “So prettily said.” He trailed a finger down her rosy cheek. “But not the right answer.” Over the past couple months he'd gotten her to call him master, his Lordship, her liege, professor. He'd even gotten a wicked night under the title Uncle Caleb. He still hadn't gotten her to call him daddy again.

  Pushing her face down so her bottom thrust up in the air, he pulled out the plug separating her gorgeously striped ass cheeks before plunging it back into her. She screamed into the mattress like he knew she would. “Whose naughty bottom is this, kitten?”

  When she didn't answer, he cracked his hand down on a welted cheek and watched as her whole body constricted. He waited until she had enough air to be panting again. “I'll ask you once more, little girl. Whose naughty bottom is this?”

  “Fuck you!”

  Crack, his hand smacked down on her abused ass again. When she caught her breath this time, his little she-devil smirked up at him through the veil of her tangled hair. Hell, if that wasn't one of the sexiest sights he'd ever seen.

  “Please Daddy, don't fuck me with your massive cock,” she begged with feigned wide eyed innocence.

  False as it was, he still felt the answering rumble of a growl rise from his chest. His dick throbbed painfully, and he had to give himself a squeeze. Her eyes traveled to where his hand held his dick. He stroked up and down his length, spreading his precum slowly over his tip as she faltered in her little charade. Her pink tongue darted out to wet her lips and he had to resist shoving himself in between those lips.

  “It's too big, Daddy,” she continued breathlessly. “It will never fit in my tight. Little. Holes.”

  A wave of lust swept over him so hard he had to fight for control. “You don't tell Daddy what to do.” He ran a finger down her spine to just to watch her tremble at his touch. Precum was dripping out his cock like a leaky faucet. “Daddy doesn't need his little girl's permission, does he?”

  Her toes curled at his words, like he knew they would. He smeared his cock head over her clit glorying in her hitched breath, the way more of her juices gushed out to offer him welcome as she writhed beneath him, begging him with her body. But he was a greedy bastard. He wanted her begging him with every fiber of her being.

  Gritting his teeth he slid into her warm, wet pussy inch by slow agonizing inch. Grabbing her by the hips, he held her still. His thumb pressed into a swollen stripe causing her core to clench down. His already ragged breath whooshed out of him as he reined in his need to mindlessly fuck into her. “What,” he growled, his breath sawed in and out of his chest as he finished, “Do. You. Say?” Pulling her back up against his chest. His hand slap down hard on her clit making her scream and buck in their mutual torture.

  “Fuck, please. Please Daddy. I'm sorry. I'll be a good girl. Fuck me like a dirty slut. Fuck me. Please, Daddy, fill me with your fuu—” Her begging broke off into cries and screams as he hammered into her. Her filthy, little pleas shred what little control he had left.

  He knuckled her clit until she convulsed, bucking back against him as much as he allowed. “Keep coming. Keep coming on Daddy's fucking cock,” he growled in her ear, feeling his own cum boiling up. He yanked out the plug, pulling his cock free of her pussy just in time to shove into her tight bottom without mercy. Her body bowed on a soundless scream as he came. Pulsing heavy, his eyesight hazed, and he came some more, feeling it rocketing up from his toes. His woman clenched hard on his dick again and again as she rode out her own cataclysm.

  He fell over his precious kitten in exhaustion, biting back a groan as the twitch of his cock growing slack caused her channel to clutch him in aftershocks. Her soft, breathy chuckle made him arch a brow. “You find something funny, babe?”

  “Mmm, I fucking love you, Caleb.”

  He had to chuckle a little himself at her unexpected words. They were the perfect segue for what he had in mind. “I'm glad you said that.” Reaching over he fumbled with the nightstand drawer. The drawer pulled free and all the contents spilled out to the floor, but he didn't care. He'd already nabbed what he'd been looking for.

  “What the hell are you doing back there?”

  “Curious, Kat?”

  Getting off the bed he padded to their bathroom to wash himself, as he heard Kat fuming from the bed, “Dammit, don't just walk away from me. Caleb McCrae, I don't like how quiet you're being. You better be coming back to at least untie me!”

  He peeked his head out the bathroom door and she looked him over skeptically. “Close your eyes.”

  She gave him a do-I-look-that-stupid look and he shot back a just-shut-your-fucking-eyes-woman look. She gave him another look that promised retribution if she didn't like whatever he was planning before she closed her eyes.

  He came back and gently cleaned her before he opened his fist, revealing the ring he'd gotten from his mother last night. It had been his grandmothers. It was an oval topaz stone on a narrow gold band that looked like lace. The gem matched Kat's eyes perfectly and he had no doubt she'd love the lacy antique gold work.

  He watched her face pucker up in a frown as he slid the ring onto the ring finger of her left hand that was still cuffed behind her head. Once the ring was in place he uncuffed her wrists. He gently rubbed the circulation back into her arms but she pulled her left arm free to stare in perplexed wonder at her hand then back up at him.

  “You're not asking me to marry you, are you?” she asked in genuine confusion.

  “Well, no,” he said, feeling a smug smile tug at his lips. “I wasn't going to give you the opportunity to say no.”

  She slapped his chest. “Be serious.”

  “I am. I was just going to say, 'Kat, you're marrying me,' before putting on the ring, but I decided being subtle was more romantic.”

  Kat's mouth opened and closed at an uncharacteristic loss for words as she stared down at her hand. Finally she said, “You're serious, aren't you?”

  “If you don't like it, you can pick out one you do like. That one was my grandmother’s...I just thought...” He wasn't sure what he thought. He rubbed the back of his neck wondering if he'd completely fucked up.

  Her left hand curled into fist. He realized she was trembling as a tear slid down her cheek. Dammit. Pulling her close he thumbed the tear off as he cupped her cheek. “You want to marry me, Kat. I know you want to marry me, and spend the rest of your life driving me crazy.”

  “Yes, you arrogant bastard,” she choked out, smiling up at him as more tears slid down her cheeks. “I do
want to marry you. Which is pretty lucky for you,” she said on a big sniff. Her nose already turned red and blotchy from crying. “Since I'm your world and you love when I drive you crazy.”

  God, she had no idea how true that statement was. Resting his forehead on hers, his gaze bore into hers as he said, “You are my world. Kitten—” He swallowed, his throat suddenly feeling tight. “You're my everything.”

  “Forever and a day?”

  “Longer,” he said, kissing her with all the love he felt as he pushed back and covered her body with his.

  Her thighs opened willingly but when he began pushing inside her wet heat she protested, “Caleb, I don't know if I can. I think you broke my pussy.”

  He smiled against her lips as he gently slid the rest of the way inside Kat. His woman. His soon-to-be-wife. His cocked twitched and grew harder at the thought. “Let me make it up to my little leprechaun, kitten.”

  She moaned and arched even as she complained, “A lifetime of you calling my pussy a leprechaun.”

  “My pussy,” he corrected, setting up a slow, easy rhythm that had her purring.

  “I'll stop taking birth control one year after our wedding if you don't call it a leprechaun anymore.”

  Caleb stopped dead, his heart stuttering in his chest. He knew he had to be looking as shocked as he felt. Having a baby...with Kat. Hell, he wanted that more than he ever let on. Or at least he'd thought he hadn't let on. Her knowing little smirk as she looked up at him before shyly biting her lip let him know he could be wrong about that. “Six months and we get married tomorrow,” he said looking down at her.

  A spark flared in her eyes. “Nine months and we'll get married in the spring.”

  He ground himself up inside her until her eyes rolled back and she clawed at him. “Fine, we get married in the spring,” he growled. “But I'm throwing out your birth control tonight.”

  “Fu-cking neanderthal,” she choked out as her body arched.

  He was a neanderthal. Hers. He captured her cries, tasting them on his lips as he rode her deep and slow. But not gently. He was incapable of being gentle in that moment. Not when his body shook, holding back his need to claim. Mark her. Forever link her to him.

  The thought of Kat, his kitten, pregnant with his baby gentled him like nothing ever had. Their lovemaking turned languid as he savored every caress. Every contour of her beautiful body pressed under his. This time she came quaking under him, his name on her lips, tears escaping from the corner of her eyes.

  His own orgasm felt ripped from his soul. Like he was pouring everything he had, everything he was, into her.

  She reached up to run a trembling finger over the contours of his face as more tears slid down her cheeks and he wondered if she'd felt it to. The moment he fell even more in love with her.

  She wasn't his forever and a day. She was his forever and always.

  THE END

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  Candi’s Debt

  CHAPTER ONE

  HANK

  Why I let my friend Wyatt talk me into going to an anti-freakin'-Valentine's Day party, I don’t know. But here I am, drinking warm beer out of a red solo cup, disgusted with myself as much as the beer. Everyone here looks so damn young. I’m only twenty-seven but this shit is making me feel ancient.

  And where the hell is Wyatt? Nowhere-to-be-fucking-found. That's where.

  Walking around the corner to the living room of the frat-like party house, I scan the smokey haze. The den of depravity is a crush of early twenty-somethings in every level of drunk and disorderly. Some kind of techno-pop shit is making my skull throb, and I wonder if I’m the only asshole here that hates it. Finally, I spot Wyatt in the corner. Or at least the top of the dickwad's dark head.

  Wyatt's face is buried in some brunette's tits. She in turn has her long limbs wrapped around his waist, her hands buried in his hair. From the looks of it, she is dry humping the bejesus out of the guy. My dick twinges in sympathy to the chafing that has to be occurring over there.

  Yeah, I doubt I’ll be missed if I duck out. I don’t have to check bro-code to know I’m free from any obligation to stick around. I’m exit bound and fighting the urge to face plant some shit in front of me as I elbow my way through the crowded space, to the front door. I’ve only been back in this crap town of Gibson, Texas for three days and I’m already sick of it.

  When I’d left at eighteen, I had sworn to myself I’d never come back here, but somehow I let myself get reeled back in. My old man called and promised me his shit bar, if I run it for a year. He’s been doing this once or twice a year ever since I got out of the military. This last time he called happened to be right after a friend asked me to come down and do him a favor. A favor that’s dependent on me looking like I’m just another local. So here I am, in bad memory lane near my dear old dad.

  Fuck, I’ve got to get over this shit or I’ll be in danger of being a pathetic piss ant with daddy issues. Hell, I’m feeling as played out as this party. I need to find the exit and somewhere to set down my now empty cup, not in that order.

  I’m halfway across the room when a girl in my path with a decent rack and marginal good looks scans me over. I know what she’s seeing. At 6'5”, with short cut red hair and beard, I have that lumberjack look chicks seem to be drooling over these days. Unlike most of the hipster metro boys rocking the look, I’ve actually spent time wielding an ax. Not encouraging, just acknowledging, I nod my head to the girl who is now practically eye-fucking me as I move past her. Normally I’d be game to seeing how the flirtation played out, but not tonight. I’ve been in a prickly bastard mood since setting foot on Texas soil.

  Just my luck, I finally make my way to the front hall of the house, and an arguing couple is blocking the fucking door. It looks like Ken and Barbie, having a spat.

  Barbie is a ten. Bombshell blonde, with legs that go on for miles, and a body that I’m positive every guy in here is picturing naked. I know I am. I’d bet money her nipples are blush pink, and she’s got a blonde little landing strip over her pussy. Fuck, she is a ten, all right. She even looks hot railing at her dipshit boyfriend. In other words, the kind of chick I’d do well to avoid.

  I don’t care for the pretty princess type of girls that rely solely on their looks. And by the looks of her all dolled up in a little black dress and hot pink heels, she is that kind of girl. Not to mention she obviously doesn’t have a lick of sense. Not if she’s with some guy that would take her to an anti-Valentine's Day party, on Valentine's.

  Young and dumb.

  I draw closer, trying to figure out how the hell I’m going to get to the door without breaking up the lovers’ spat, and now I’m able to hear what she is yelling over this reject club music.

  “I can't believe I let you talk me into coming to this shitty party!”

  “Fuck you. Stop being such a dramatic bitch, Candi,” says douchebag Ken doll.

  I roll my eyes. Of freaking course this chick would have a name like Candi.

  “I'm ready to leave.”

  “No one's stoppin' you.”

  Well, Barbie certainly knows how to pick'em.

  “Ugh, are you high again? You promised me you wouldn't get high anymore!” she says, smacking the asshat with her flimsy little purse.

  “What's your deal? Are you still pissed I tried to fuck that stupid bitch you work with?”

  Barbie grabs her chest and stumbles back in shock like it’s a scene from a freaking Spanish soap opera. It’s Tele-freakin-mundo with southern accents. “That was you? Cody, how could you?!” She slaps ole Cody's face so hard he jerks, and he's starting to turn red. He looks pissed.

  I’m pretty sure shit’s about to go from bad to worse. I was about to go find another way out of this place, but now I feel obligated to stick around and make sure this jerkoff doesn’t do anything stupid.

  “You make me sick, Cody. I
never want to see you again.”

  “Bitch,” Cody says as he shoves her to the ground, fist drawn. I take two steps forward, ready to block any hit this dipshit throws when suddenly the douchebag, Cody, is surrounded by friends, giving him the “hey man, calm down,” “be cool,” talk to defuse what was about to become a volatile scene.

  Where the hell were these assholes before?

  Sighing, I step over to help Barbie up off the floor and dust her off. “You okay?” I ask to be polite. I know she isn’t. She has tears streaming down her face, and her eye makeup is all messed up.

  She sniffs back her tears and grabs my hand. “Come on,” she says, tugging me along. Like an idiot, I let myself be led to the end of a hall where she opens a door to what appears to be a home office.

  I bite back a curse as she pulls me in behind her. This is what the hell I get for trying to be nice.

  “Look, um, I think there's been a misunderstanding—”

  “Do you have a car?” she asks, cutting me off.

  “What? Yeah, why?”

  “I need a ride to mine, but I need to sober up a little and stop crying,” she says this through a blubber of tears.

  I drag in an aggravated breath, running a hand through my hair. I really don’t need this shit. And didn't this chick know better than to go off with fucking strangers? “Is there a friend I can call for you?” I ask, trying to be the voice of reason.

  She shakes her head and wraps her arms around my waist as she starts sobbing. Big, body wracking sobs shake her.

  She’s nice and tall, and all her curves hit me just right. Great, now I’m trying not to notice how luscious her body feels pressed up against mine. And it feels fucking amazing. I definitely don’t want to think on how good she smells. A touch of cigarette smoke and rum cling to her, but underneath that is a light, flowery perfume scent that has my pulse pounding.

  My dick twitches twice, and I try not to breathe too deeply.