by A. Anders
“Oh, yes, cowboy,” she moaned, only needing to thrust her fingers in and out a few times before she climaxed. Her whole body tensed and quivered, then relaxed, and her head rolled against her shoulder. She squeezed her thighs tightly together, trapping her hands between them.
‘There has to be some way to fix things. There has to be some way to get Owen to like me,’ she thought. Maybe they wouldn’t ever get together, but she was definitely interested in seeing if he could be interested in her.
Over the next few days, the change in Danielle was so much that everyone noticed and commented on it. Mrs. Slade was nothing less than amazed, telling everyone and anyone how the girl had actually volunteered to clean the chuck hall before meals. She did a good job, too, making sure it didn’t need to be redone by someone else before people could eat.
Instead of Owen having to chase her down, she would find him and ask for chores to do if there was nothing obvious that had to be done. Most people asked Owen how he had finally gotten through to her. He told them he had asked what she wanted to do instead of telling her what to do.
The first day after the spanking, Owen had nearly been afraid to breathe, waiting for her to tell somebody about it. When it seemed that she wasn’t going to say anything, he wondered if she was perhaps waiting to blackmail him.
She never did say a word about it, though. She just asked for tasks and then hustled off to do them. She was still smoking, but less often. And she would hike all the way down to the road to do it. She would even ask him or his father if it was okay for her to take a smoke break first.
“Finally got her broke to saddle,” Tim said, watching Danielle wheeling a load of soiled straw out of the barn.
“Seems like,” Owen agreed.
“And all you had to do was ask her what she wanted to do?”
Owen nodded, keeping his gaze toward the barn so he didn’t have to meet his father’s eyes. The man had always had an uncanny way of knowing when his son wasn’t telling the whole truth, so the less said, the better.
“You never did get around to telling what upset Old Max so much the other day,” the foreman went on. “If he’s getting temperamental, you know that’s the kind of thing I need to know.”
“He’s fine,” Owen said quickly. “It was my fault. I brought him in for Miss Jamison to groom, but I didn’t tell her not to walk up behind him. She has never been around horses before. She scared him. He scared her. I let him run so I could calm her down.”
He stuck his hands in his pockets and kept watching the barn.
“You know what city people can be like the first time. First she’s yelling about how pretty he is, then she’s yelling about he nearly kicked her. Poor old guy nearly had a heart attack, and so did I.”
“Mm-hm,” Tim said.
Owen couldn’t tell if his father believed him or not. He supposed it didn’t matter if the issue was going to be dropped.
“Well, she’s a right good worker now. I’m proud of you both.”
“Thanks,” Owen acknowledged.
Owen felt a bit ashamed and walked quickly toward the barn. To earn his father’s praise under false pretenses was worse than being punished. Danielle was just returning from the compost heap as he got to the barn door. She smiled a hello at him.
“Miss Jamison, you can take the rest of the morning off after you finish in here. You earned it.”
“Oh, okay,” she said, setting the wheelbarrow down. “You can call me Danni, you know. I keep telling you.”
“So you do.” He touched the brim of his hat, turned, and left.
Danielle watched him walk away trying not to let the surge of frustration derail her determination. It seemed everyone but Owen liked her now. What was she doing wrong? He barely talked to her, hardly looked at her and wouldn’t meet her gaze. He couldn’t still be angry, could he? She didn’t think he was. She had plenty of experience with people being angry with her so she would know.
Danielle took the wheelbarrow back into the barn and grudgingly finished cleaning the stalls. All this hard work had been to prove them all wrong, and she had done that. But she had also been doing it to make amends with Owen and he was barely paying any attention to her at all. There had to be something she could do to get him to acknowledge her again. Even, she thought, even if he was angry again.
As she had that thought, Owen came into the barn. He didn’t glance her way. He just went into the tack room, and then came out a few moments later with a saddle over one arm and a saddle-blanket over the other. She watched him walk out and sighed unhappily.
Danielle left the chore and wandered toward the office next to the tack room. There had to be some way to get Owen to talk to her again. Danielle leaned in the doorway a moment, not really seeing the room or anything in it. She wanted to think. Moving to the desk, she sat down in the chair. Idly playing with a pencil, she started opening and closing drawers. She wasn’t trying to be nosy. She wasn’t even really paying attention. Her thoughts were a million miles away wrapped up in the handsome cowboy that was ignoring her. But when she opened the bottom drawer on the left and saw the package of small firecrackers, she knew at once she had a way to get his attention again.
The firecracker package was already open and some were missing. She took one out and quickly stuck it in her pocket before closing the drawer and leaving the office. Owen had just finished saddling his horse and Danielle was pretty sure he would be taking his usual ride on the south side of the ranch. There weren’t many people around and she had gotten good at sneaking away.
Danielle hurried along a path that would get her to a spot that would cross Owen’s path. Nervous, she waited behind a tree. And finally hearing the steady thumps of hoof-beats approaching, she pulled the firecracker and her lighter out of her pocket.
As Owen came into view on his horse, Danielle hesitated. This was definitely a childish prank. But with the way he had been ignoring her despite all the effort she had been making, she didn’t know what else to do. She took a deep breath, waited for him to get a little closer, then lit the firecracker and tossed it as the horse passed by.
The sharp snap didn’t seem that loud, but the horse reacted violently. Leaping into the air, the horse twisted so suddenly that Owen had no time to control it. Throwing Owen off of him, the horse was bolting back toward the ranch before he hit the dirt.
Danielle clapped her hands over her mouth and stared wide-eyed. It hadn’t occurred to her that he could get hurt. Owen got up at once and she could tell by his expression that he was furious. As he turned to look for whoever had thrown the firecracker, Danielle ducked behind the tree.
“I reckon that’ll have to be you, Miss Jamison,” he said. She could tell by his tone that the only reason he wasn’t yelling was because he was struggling to control his temper. “Best you just come out and act like an adult, if you can.”
“I didn’t mean for you to get hurt,” she said, peeking around the tree.
“I ain’t hurt,” Owen replied gruffly. “You and your childish pranks are wore out. Get over here.”
Meekly, she complied, her eyes downcast as if ashamed of herself. But in truth she only was avoiding his gaze so he wouldn’t see the hope in her eyes. He took hold of her arm.
“I don’t know what’s wrong with you. Run through all your sense already?”
He expected her to resist, but she didn’t. Maybe seeing him get thrown had frightened her and now she was starting to realize it was past time for these childish antics to stop. Whatever the case, she simply bent at the waist and waited for her punishment.
“High time for you to grow up,” he told her, spanking her soundly. Danielle closed her eyes and savored the impact. It had an immediate effect on her. Her pussy lips became full. Her breath and pulse raced.
As his hand struck her ass again, she bit back a moan. A surge of juices escaped into her panties. She arched her back, lifting her hips to meet the next swat.
“Stop your poutin’, your pranks, and b
lamin’ other folks when you mess up.” Owen paused to take a breath as his hand connected again, and he heard Danielle moan softly. Bemused, he leaned to the side to look and saw the growing wet spot on the crotch of her jeans.
He released her at once. “Miss Jamison, I –”
Danielle realized what he must have seen and her face flushed red. She whirled away and ran. If anyone found out about this, she would just die.
Tears fogged her vision and soon she was stumbling almost blind. Nearly falling into the stream, she collapsed on the bank. She sobbed her embarrassment and frustration. She was crying so hard she didn’t hear Owen until he was right next to her.
Owen watched her a moment. Again seeing the sexy, voluptuous woman he had discovered sleeping against a boulder, he crouched beside her and put a gentle hand on her shoulder.
“Danni,” he said softly. “Come on, now. Pretty thing like you shouldn’t be so tore up.”
She shrugged his hand away. “Leave me alone,” she sniffled. The last thing she needed was to have him rub it in.
“Wouldn’t be right to leave a lady in distress,” he said. “Tell me what’s wrong.”
She peeked at him over an arm. Surely he was teasing her. He had to know why she was so upset.
“You don’t really think I’m pretty.”
Owen pushed his hat up a little and settled back on his boot-heels. “I don’t?”
“Nobody thinks fat girls are pretty,” Danielle said bitterly, turning her face away.
The sun was striking bright flashes on the surface of the stream, dazzling her eyes. She told herself the brilliance was what made more tears slip down her cheeks.
“I can’t say what everybody thinks,” the cowboy replied. “I know the day you showed up in those tight jeans and that low-cut blouse, I had a hell of a time keepin’ my mind on my work. And the next day, those little shorts you had on, I was wonderin’ if maybe you were tryin’ to see how much self control I had.”
“You have to be nice because my parents own the place,” she said, wiping at her face.
“I have to control myself because your folks own the place,” he corrected. “You ain’t been makin’ it easy, either.” He rested his wrists on his knees and let out a breath. “I guess we both been lettin’ things go unsaid.”
Danielle turned to look at him. When his gaze lifted to meet hers, she saw that the sorts of things he hadn’t been saying were the same sorts of things she hadn’t been saying. She wanted to speak. She wanted to put into words what she had felt when he had spanked her, but before she could, he spoke again.
“You’re a beautiful girl,” Owen said, reaching out to take her hand. “You drive me crazy some, yeah. But I like your spirit. There ain’t nothin’ I’d change about you, Danni.”
Danielle knew then there were no words she could offer that would fully express what she was feeling. So instead she started unbuttoning her blouse. He watched in silence until she started to pull it off.
“Am I gonna have to spank you again?” he asked with a smile.
Danielle’s only answer was to hold his gaze as she continued to undress. Slowly removing one article of clothing after another, she looked deep into his eyes until she was standing completely naked before him. Showing him her brave face, she never felt more exposed in her life. She ached for him to say something, anything.
Owen’s eyes left hers and moved over every inch of her smooth flesh. He explored every full, luscious curve before returning to her face. Shifting position, he set a foot flat on the ground squaring his knee.
“Come here,” he ordered.
Danielle was filled with a sudden warm rush. She knelt at once and bent forward across his thigh. Presenting her bare, round ass to him, her breathing quickened.
“Such a naughty girl,” he said, bringing his calloused palm sharply against her soft skin.
Danni gasped, her hands gripping his thigh. When he swatted her again, she moaned. He felt his own arousal intensifying.
“You like drivin’ me crazy, don’t you?” he asked, spanking her again.
She moaned. “If I say yes, do you promise to keep letting me?”
Owen groaned softly, then spanked her again a little harder. Danielle let out a loud moan and he brushed his fingertips down along the curve of her ass. She was very wet.
“Honey,” he said in a tight voice, “I only got so much control.”
“Cowboy,” she said softly, “I’m not asking you to keep it.”
With a feral growl, Owen moved his hard hands to her shoulders and pulled her up. Danielle’s heart raced as his gaze locked on hers. He kissed her hard, sliding his hands to her breasts and cupping them a moment before continuing the caress down her sides. He took one hand away to undressed himself, but kept the other on her.
When he lifted his hand to toss his hat aside, she shook her head. “Leave it on,” she said with a wicked smile.
“Pardon?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Leave it on, cowboy,” Danielle repeated, before kissing the side of his neck.
“Yes ma’am,” he replied with a smile.
Owen kissed her throat as he slid his hand between her legs and found her clit with his fingertips. She gasped, pressing herself against him, barely able to believe this gorgeous man could be interested in her in this way. His fingers were rough with callous, a workingman’s hands, and it added to the incredible intensity of his touch.
His mouth closed over her nipple as his fingers took hold of her clit. He did not stroke or rub it, but worked it in a circle causing Danielle to groan loudly. Her hips jerked in answer and her pussy throbbed, wanting to be filled. She clutched at him as her knees threatened to give way beneath her.
Owen put his other arm around Danielle, holding her up with that easy strength that turned her on even more. He was a man who could take anything he wanted and he wanted her. She moaned, feeling dizzy as he sucked her nipple and his fingers pressed hard against her clit. She gasped as he brought his fingertips together in something too gentle to be a pinch but too firm to ignore.
“Please,” she groaned, opening her eyes just enough to look at him through her lashes.
Owen lifted his head to meet her gaze. He kissed her again. It was firm like he did everything else. It was self-assured without arrogance. It was a kiss that told her that he knew what she wanted because he wanted it too.
When Owen lifted her up against him, she wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his shoulders. Danielle couldn’t help but take her mouth from his and cry out as he guided her onto his hard, massive cock.
Owen grunted softly as his sensitive head explored her warm engorged pussy. Finding her opening Danni answered. As he slid into her, she gripped onto him propelling him to push deeper as he held tightly to her luscious curves.
He held her several long moments feeling her quivering around his shaft. The sensation felt like melted caramel covering his thoughts. And as her juices trickled down his balls from her warm pussy, Owen again fought for control.
Needing to quell the lust that threatened to steal the moment from them, he carefully lowered her to the grassy bank. He didn’t pull out of her. And laying on top of her, he remained still until finally she opened her eyes.
Danielle reached up to touch his cheek and he started thrusting into her. She closed her eyes again and he stopped, holding his hips still until she looked at him again. For Danni it was torture, but he wanted her to look at him. Her eyes filled him with something beyond lust. It filled him with desire.
Danielle realized soon enough what he wanted. She was happy to look up at him. His intense green eyes looking back at her as his cock slid in, throbbed, and then almost slid all the way out tightening her loins. Her pussy released in rhythm of his pulsing shaft. And her panting became quick and shallow as she clawed at his back trying to pull him closer.
Danni’s back arched as a burning ignited inside of her. Her thighs tightening around his hips as from deep within he
r muscles clenched and thrust forth an ache which was unlike any she had ever felt. She had thought that she had orgasmed before, but under the tight grip of her cowboy, her pussy squeezed and her toes curled before releasing a flood that became the most satisfying orgasm of her life.
“Ahhhh!” she screamed, her body locked in rapture.
Giving in to the carnal pleasures, the cowboy dropped his head, pressed his face into her neck, and thrust harder. Feeling her body spasming and convulsing, he gripped her and thrust one last time shooting a seemingly never ending flood of cum into her. His cock felt like it would never stop twitching. And when it did, Owen collapsed.
Owen had come so hard that Danielle could feel it through her own aftershocks. She clutched at him again, gasping. When he started to pull away, Danielle moved to stop him, but discovered he was only shifting to lay beside her. He had wanted to pull her close and hold her. He put his arms around her and she snuggled close, still quivering and barely daring to believe what had happened.
“If I had known what it could be like out here, I would have visited a lot sooner,” she said as she caressed his rippling back.
Owen chuckled and kissed the top of her head. “If your daddy finds out… Or mine…”
Danielle glanced up at him. “We aren’t children. There’s nothing wrong with what we did and nothing they can do about it.” She put her head back on his shoulder. “Anyway, it’s none of their business. But I was thinking. I don’t really have much going on back in New York. Nothing I was getting anywhere with, anyway. Maybe I could get somewhere with this; be good at something for a change. If… I mean, if you wouldn’t mind having me around.”
His arm tightened around her. “Danni, I can’t think of anything that would make me happier.”
Danielle smiled feeling whole in a way that she had never felt before. She snuggled closer and allowed his sweet scent to wash through her and whisk her mind away. “You got it, cowboy,” she said before gently falling asleep.