Even as Lawton pummeled me hard, his kisses had a sweetness about them, passionate, yes, aggressive, yes, but still with the breath of a man who could be genuinely tender.
I fell in love with him the moment his orgasm roared inside me, sure that all my reluctance had only been desire miscalculated, desire ignored. I watched him grimace as he came and felt so in awe that after the initial hard ejaculation had passed, I brought him down to me so I could cover his face with dozens of adoring kisses.
I knew later that my want for Lawton Brady bloomed far beyond what was prudent, but that didn’t matter now. For the first time in a long while I’d actually forgotten about my ex-fiancé for an entire evening. In fact, by the time the savagery on the beach began, Ryder was just a vague memory, one easily lost inside the wonder of what had taken place. I had a new man. I breathed in the enormity of that fact, thinking that I’d finally found my freedom and my salvation.
When Lawton fell away from me in exhaustion, I sat up and stared down at his face in awe. Reaching out, I fondly stroked his hair.
“You plan to lord this over me?” I wondered aloud.
“I should.”
“But you won’t?” I beseeched him.
“Don’t bet on it, you may never live it down.”
“So, how about a dip in the ocean?” I jumped up, feeling the need to celebrate this newfound feeling. Before Lawton could answer, I took off for the water and dove in. When I came up for air and pulled to my feet, he was standing by the water’s edge waiting for me.
“What the hell are you doing?” He looked perturbed.
“What? Just getting the sand off,” I said, as I brushed my hand against my ass and thighs.
“You’re one shameless slut, Samantha Ross,” he sounded almost accusing.
“Am I really?” From Lawton it sounded like a genuine compliment.
“Yes. You’ve kept a lot hidden from the good people of Rio Marinas.”
“But aren’t those things best kept private…between lovers?” Oh, my! I had dared to redefine the relationship in an intimate way. He raised his brows…this meaning obscure, though if the amusement in his eye meant anything at all, I think he agreed with me.
I watched him dive into the water, then come up with rivers of water draining off his dark body hair. He looked a little forbidding, very animal and very alluring. Suddenly, he grabbed me in his arms and threw me over his shoulder carrying me back to where our clothes were strewn haphazardly across the rocks. I started laughing from joy, almost unable to stop. But when he finally put me down, he jerked me over one arm and began spanking my bottom with his free hand.
The blows came down hard and fast and with such ruthless precision that I was completely stunned – and screaming. When he finished, he gracelessly dropped me to the sand, where I came down with a thud and stared up at him in shock.
“What did you do that for?”
“Just wanted to let you know who’s in charge here.”
I gave him some thoughtful scrutiny. And why not? People had been sizing me up since I first set foot in Rio Marinas. Seeing him shake off the water and begin to dress, I saw clearly what kind of man he was and what he wanted from me. It should have been obvious from our conversation, but the spanking put a literal punctuation mark on what had previously just been words.
“So, if I want a relationship with you, you’re going to be in charge?”
“That’s right.”
“Like I’m some lowly submissive?”
“Lowly? No. You just do what you’re told and I’ll be happy enough.”
“And exactly how serious is this relationship?”
“Time will tell. For now, we’ll just date if that’s all right with you.”
“Sure.”
“But I’m in charge. Although from the looks of it, there’s not going to be much problem with you assuming a submissive role.”
A submissive role. Interesting idea, I thought “Maybe not,” I said. “Although you should know that I can sometimes be very stubborn and strong-willed.”
“Yes. I can see. And I believe I just gave you my answer to that – or maybe you need another demonstration?”
“If you mean another spanking…no thank you. I got your point.”
“Very good.” By the look on his face, I seemed to be quite entertaining.
My heart seemed to have forsaken all measures to defend itself against this sort of rash and romantic behavior. I could have been making the biggest mistake of my life to put myself in the hands of another dominant man; this one wasn’t bashful about it in the slightest. At least he knew what he was doing compared with Ryder, who always seemed to be acting on untried and untamed instincts.
Yes, an affair with Lawton Brady could be a big mistake for me. But, being in such a dreamy erotic stupor that thought was pretty much drummed from my brain, the little renegade backed into a corner and told to stay put.
I finally pulled myself from the beach and began to brush the sand from my sticky skin.
“How about I go in the water again? It’s going to be hard to dress like this.”
“Then don’t. I have some towels in the truck.”
“What, not get dressed?”
“You can hike up naked and then towel off,” he said – in the same instant he snatched my clothes from my hands.
“Lawton no!”
“You afraid of being seen?”
“Of course, I’m afraid of being seen. Wouldn’t you be embarrassed to be seen with a naked woman?”
“Not in the slightest.”
“You don’t really mean that!”
“I sure do. And I suggest that you don’t test me. There’s not a dare you’ll win. I assure you, I’ve been on this planet a lot longer than you have, and it wouldn’t be a good idea to challenge a man you’re just starting to get to know.”
He did have a point.
“Okay, so I’ll be fine with the clothes and the sand, if you don’t mind.” I tried to grab back my clothes.
But he held them up out of my reach. “But I do mind. You can either follow me up, or stay here the night.”
He took off down the beach – might as well have been whistling for how jolly this night had seemed to make him.
I managed to scoot back to the truck without being seen, and hide behind its far side, while I toweled off what was left of the beach sand. Lawton, meanwhile, stood by watching as I dusted my breasts and between my legs, getting a long and thorough view of my body in its natural state.
“Here let me,” he said, while I was working on my backside. He grabbed the towel, turned me around and began a thoroughly cleaning of my derriere. He even made me bend over so he could access the cleft between my anal cheeks. An amazing chill from the feel of his steady hands sparked another round of spasms in my belly. Then the invading warmth from his fingers moved into my flesh like rivers of fire. I seized up, feeling his fingers go deeper where they found my pussy as wet as it had been after he came inside me.
I gasped, seething into the cool night air. I’d become fully under his command, and that seemed alarming in a thrilling sort of way. He worked the climax from me, in a few brief seconds demonstrating to me once again how thoroughly he planned to take charge – although I wasn’t really minding.
“See. That wasn’t so bad, was it?” he said as he gathered me into his arms.
“I guess not. But I’m not like this, Lawton. I swear. I mean it.”
“Not like what?”
“This easy… really.”
“You think I believe that?”
“I wish you did. I’ve been celibate for months. Honest.”
“Well, you can tell me all about that later. Right now, I want to get you dressed and back to Miss Inez’, or she’ll come after me with her umbrella.”
The picture of my diminutive landlord wielding an umbrella in the direction of Lawton Brady took me into a completely different mood. The evening had already morphed a half dozen times, I shouldn’t ha
ve been so surprised.
Good to his word, he dropped me off at Miss Inez’ front door a half hour later. I had my hopes of cuddling up in bed with him for the night, but that wouldn’t happen for several weeks.
Chapter Seven
Imagine, I’d found myself a dominant lover who wasn’t a complete asshole when he wasn’t having sex. No creepy energy. No festering wounds, leaking venom on those around him. I’d never had a man like this. Although the fact that I’d had few men but Ryder to compare him with may have worked in Lawton’s favor. Even so, I think my instincts with him were pretty right on. I had nothing to fear from Lawton but my own submissive inclinations, and he became a master of those in very short order.
I knew from Bessie and those in town that he was a rich rancher, but I had no idea exactly what that meant until he started sharing bits of his life with me; he was obviously easing me in gently.
Second date – he took me out for pizza and beer, then we spent nearly an hour making out like teenagers in his truck. I wondered then if he was afraid to take me home, but I hadn’t the courage to ask. Sitting in the truck high above the ocean cliffs we looked out on the sunset letting the desire between us surge with such ferocity that Lawton suddenly pulled away from me, started the truck and roared onto the highway.
“Where now?” I asked.
He didn’t answer, so I didn’t ask again.
We drove down the coast highway south of Rio Marinas, turning off on a dirt road that led us into the foothills and canyons of the coastal range. Daylight was weakening, especially as we drove between the high hills where the shadows were long and deep, and the fog was slowly creeping in. The place was almost magical, unknown and a little foreboding, but enough to heighten all my senses. Finally moving out of the thick shadows and smoky fog we came to a clearing where sat a small cabin, looking forlorn, deserted, and highly disturbing. For a moment my stomach clenched, as an enormous wave of anxiety passed through my body.
“Something wrong?”
“No, not really. I just have a kind of bad memory of a place like this.”
“Really? Too bad for you to enjoy yourself?”
“No. That would be silly. It was a couple years ago. It doesn’t matter now.”
Based on my reply, he thought no more of it and neither would I. But the shock of the rather ironic location for our second date began to disappear as he led me not into the cabin but around to the barn just beyond. There were several horses in a fenced paddock eating on the tall grass, none minding when we entered into their territory.
“Isn’t it a little late for riding?” I asked.
“Yes, it is. Though it can be beautiful by moonlight, I’m afraid that moon is sinking fast tonight. I have something else planned.”
As I stepped into the barn, Lawton was behind me, his energy suddenly climbing up my spine until I shivered cold. I started to jerk around just to make sure he was the same man I’d just been kissing in the truck, but I didn’t get even half way turned before his body was cradled against me, with his hips and throbbing cock pressed against my ass.
My desire took a dangerous leap forward.
Slowly, with methodically working hands, he began to strip me of my clothes. There wasn’t much: a sundress, a pair of panties and my beach thongs. Naked wasn’t hard with him, neither was submission. Without the cruelty of Ryder and all the affection that Ryder didn’t have, Lawton drove me figuratively to my knees in surrender. He literally commanded me with his hands and all I could feel was the excitement gathering for an explosion I could see not far away.
As he tied my wrists together with a leather strap, my entire body quickened – this was the kind of imprisonment I loved. Next he threw a rope over a high beam and fixed it tight, then tied my hands to the loose end high above my head, so I was stretched out before him, vulnerable and aroused. I became so enrapt by the amazing silence that I couldn’t speak, while my breathless fear focused squarely on the man who controlled me with effortless ease. Every touch of his hands raised my body heat higher, until with very little direct manipulation, I was orgasming from the merest touch: his hand upon my breast, his lips on my lips, his thigh pressed against mine. My belly clenched tightly again and again. Then when he worked fingers into my dripping cum hole the spasms increased in volume. All control was lost and I cried into the steamy night air, body bucking with such fury that I thought the orgasm might never end.
Finally, I was lifted inside his hands, with a hardened erection spearing my inner depths until Lawton had come in me again.
I had barely caught my breath, when in one swift movement, my hands were freed and we’d collapsed to a bed of fresh straw, languishing in each other’s arms.
My spirit folded in on itself within Lawton’s comforting arms. I knew what we shared went far beyond what even he had described for us. Perhaps he had been putting me on with his talk of ‘just dating’ and he honestly had something more serious in mind from the start. Or maybe the passions rising up between us surprised him too. He didn’t say and I didn’t ask. I was too afraid of misreading his intentions, or extrapolating from the night something that simply wasn’t there. But though my mind said, ‘hold on’, my heart had already leapt to its conclusions.
“So, in the house.” Lawton suddenly smacked my ass to wake me up. “You can sleep in a bed of straw, but I’d rather have a real bed.” I wasn’t about to let him tie me up for a night in the barn, so I jumped to my feet and followed the naked Lawton to the forlorn cabin, which turned out to be more of a house than a cabin. I breathed a sigh of relief as soon as we entered, glad to see that this was not a recreation of the cabin where I’d been raped.
I tossed my sundress over my head, and while Lawton was getting dressed, I worked my way around the main room studying the artifacts, the pictures, the framed prints and the other odds and ends that had been haphazardly tacked to the wall. When he stooped to make a fire in the woodstove, he sent me off to get some beer and chips from the kitchen.
“So, this is your house?” I called to him as I rummaged around looking for the items he wanted. The place was reasonably clean but not very tidy. This was not exactly the environment I envisioned as the home of a wealthy cattle rancher.
“One of them, yes. The main house is on the hill.”
“Oh. So what’s this one used for?” I emerged from the kitchen with the beer and chips.
“There are about a dozen ranch hands and myself who use it when there are cattle grazing down in the lower pastures. It’s easy to get to from the road – and an awfully good place to screw a woman.”
He looked up and smiled.
“Ah, that explains it,” I said.
He looked around. “You mean why it’s such a mess?”
“I didn’t say it was a mess.”
“No, I did. I guess I haven’t had Margarita down here in awhile. Should do that soon.”
With the fire made, we sat on the couch, cuddling, drinking beer and munching on a bag of spicy tortilla chips.
It wasn’t long before we were screwing again: first, a spontaneous coupling on the couch, our bodies grappling in a heated outburst of arousal. Again, Lawton pinned my arms beside my head, demanding that I relinquish control to him. I could have fought him off just for the sport of it, to make the sex wilder than it already was, but there was no fight in me, just the willing surrender to his lust and my own. When he finished, he pulled me from the couch and we stumbled into one of the two bedrooms. As the space in cabins tend to be confined, the room was small, in fact, hardly big enough to hold a double bed and a small dresser. But we didn’t need more room. Tumbling on the mattress with our bodies locked against each other’s, we made love for a third time that night. The heated need had seemed to pass. This time sex was a long slow dance of touching fingers and throbbing crotches teasing the arousal from our tired bodies. I’d never felt anything so profound with any man. Certainly nothing with Ryder ever affected me this powerfully – except, perhaps, when Ryder was bein
g his most outrageously nasty. He could go to those dark places with such ease and have me dutifully following along, but he could never take me into the tender places where Lawton led me that night.
There was something solid and substantial about Lawton Brady that I loved. My vow to avoid older men might have been premature. Lawton didn’t fit my fears, and even then he seemed to have a way of satisfying the kinky side of my personality that had been discovered in my failed relationship. For the first time in several years I didn’t feel I was swinging on the breeze with no ground beneath my feet, and the feeling was exhilarating.
***
Miss Bessie knew. The girls at the Diner knew. So did the customers. Even the staid Miss Inez knew that Lawton and I were having an affair, though Miss Inez acted as if she really didn’t approve of my choice in boyfriends. Why that would be, however, neither Inez nor Lawton were ready to explain to me.
“My stars, you looked like you wuz well screwed last night, Miss Samantha.” Miss Bessie had given me a single glance and this was what came out of her mouth. “You better watch yourself, girl.”
I blushed. “Oh? Is there something about Lawton Brady I should know?”
“Juz that he’s not an easy man with women.” She shook her head as if she knew firsthand.
We’d been dating about six weeks, spending lots of time screwing hard, mostly in his cabin, though occasionally in his truck and once in a motel about sixty miles down the coast. That had been our big weekend away. He’d whisked me out of the diner that Friday night, completely ignoring the fact that I might have had something else to do, and took off for forty-eight hours of sexual bliss under the covers of a king-sized bed, in a room overlooking the ocean. For a fleeting moment, the luxury of the beautiful spot gave me the chills in memory of the luxury I knew when Jon Ryder was paying for my life. The feeling was enough for me to want to turn tail and run, but Lawton managed to swipe me back from that petrifying vision.
“You okay?” he’d asked as I stood frozen in my shoes staring at the opulent room.
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