Return To Big Sky

by Jade Cary

  Jed paid the bill in a hurry and ushered us all to the car. Charlie had school the next day and I promised I’d be up to see him off, since I’d be gone before he got home. After much conversation about when I would return, where I would be exactly, and what I would be doing in detail while in New York, we got Charlie off to bed with the promise of a special breakfast prepared lovingly by moi.

  Jed took my hand, sat me in the truck and we drove up to his place. I slipped my boots off and carried them as we climbed the porch steps. I dropped them inside the door.

  “You had a little trouble behaving tonight, didn’t you, little girl?” One hand was fisted in my hair, the other gripping my butt.

  “I couldn’t help it.”

  “Well, I have a remedy for that. Come with me.”

  He pulled one of the saddle stools out into the middle of the room and sat. One hand took hold of my upper arm and the other boosted me up over his lap. The stool was bar height and all my weight centered on my belly and hips. My legs dangled, my feet finding no purchase. In desperation, I grabbed Jed’s ankle with one hand and the stool’s footrest with the other. My feet waved in the air like a couple of surrender flags in a strong gust.

  “Look at you, finding yourself in this position for the second time today.”

  “I’m afraid…and a little turned on.”

  “Remember when I said it wouldn’t always be like it was earlier?”

  “Something about a good girl…something. But did you not just tell me I was bad…or something? You muddle me.”

  “Work with me here,” he laughed.

  “All righty.”

  “Sassing while over my knee will get you spanked hard, young lady.”

  “You make this too hard,” I whined. He stroked my bottom with his wide, capable hand. “Not this time. I’m going to show you that it doesn’t always have to be like it was today, and in fact I don’t think we’ll have more like that between us. I don’t want that, and I don’t think you do, either. Am I right?”

  “Yes. Yes, you’re right.” It was disconcerting being in this position, not being able to push off, grab onto something for balance. If ever I felt like I had any say in this aspect of our relationship, being over his knee while he sat on a stool abolished the notion for time and all eternity. He was one hundred percent in charge.

  “If I feel it necessary, I won’t hesitate.”

  “So you’ve said.”

  “Just want to be clear.”

  “As a bell.”

  “Well, let’s see what we can do about you now.” He lifted my dress up my legs and over my hips until it rested in a bunch across my back. He ran his hand over my partially exposed bottom.

  “Half your tail end is hanging out of your drawers, darlin’.” The lacy red cheeky boy shorts made for invisible panty lines under a dress that tended to cling. But he didn’t need to know that. “These are nice, but I’m afraid they’re going to have to come down.”

  “Oh…oh.” I gushed, flat out gushed. How the hell did he do that?

  Jed peeled my panties to my thighs. He caressed my backside, tickling my skin with a light touch of his fingers. “Not a mark on you, Chandler. I have a fresh canvas to work with.”

  “Like Picasso.”

  “Oh, honey,” he tsked. “Is that sass I’m hearing? What did I say about sass while you’re over my knee?”

  “Not much, actually.”

  “Well, let’s get to it then. Whether you are over my knee for punishment or for pleasure, sassing will earn you a harder spanking. Do you understand?”

  “That doesn’t seem fair.”

  “If you’re sassing, you’re not listening to what I’m saying, nor are you concentrating on why you’re getting spanked. It also shows a lack of respect. Make sense now?”

  “Yes, I suppose.”

  “The spanking you got today was hard, I know. It was difficult for you to take. Corrective spankings are supposed to hurt. You’re angry after, resentful, maybe. Once I’m holding you in my lap, it’s over and done with and I don’t want to hear any sass, or bad language. If you are sassy or disrespectful, I will take you back over my lap and spank you all over again.” His caress was taming me, soothing me, coaxing me into agreeing to just about anything. This was about trust, and not a hint of protest left my lips. His hand gliding up and down my buttocks and down my thighs had me in a fugue state, semi conscious, light headed.

  “I’m going to spank you now. I’m going to start light and increase the strength. I want to see how much you can take. Okay?”

  I looked at him over my shoulder. “You couldn’t figure that out earlier today?”

  “It’s different when there’s correction to be done. Let me show you.”

  “Oh, dear.”

  “Trust me, honey. Okay?”

  “Okay.”

  “You tell me when it’s too much. I want to hear you. This isn’t punishment now; it’s about your pleasure, babe. Do you understand?”

  “Yes.”

  “Okay. Here we go.” His hand came down in a quick, sharp tap. I jumped and settled back, weight across his hard thighs. His hand connected again, and soon he had a slow, steady rhythm going. He wasn’t spanking hard, but the repeated placement of his hand, sometimes in the same spot, was creating a slow burn.

  “How are you, honey?”

  “I’m okay.”

  “Good.” He stepped it up a bit, his hand coming down harder. I raised my hips and my thighs managed to part themselves completely on their own. My arousal grew slowly, like the burn Jed was creating on my hind parts. The force of his hand increased and I moaned with every connection.

  “You okay, babe?”

  “Yes. It burns.”

  “Do you want me to stop?”

  “God, no.”

  He chuckled. “Okay then.” He didn’t. His hand was hot against skin already scorched, but that didn’t stop my treacherous body from responding. Heat flooded my core, and a delicious tingle ran through me like a lightening bolt. He spanked harder and I thrust my ass up to meet his hand.

  “Oh, oh, Jed, honey…”

  “Yes?”

  “I need…”

  “Uh huh. I can see here what you need. I have more for you before that happens.” He gave me two more hearty whacks. “Stand up, young lady.”

  I may have had a small orgasm; I wasn’t sure. I almost swooned, light-headed after being semi-upside down. My dress fell down over my backside like a whisper.

  “Take off that sexy dress.” I did as I was told, lickety-split. “Bra next.” Done. “Now your panties, sweetheart. Take them right off.” That was not too hard. “Now, bend over the arm of the couch.”

  I stared, unsure. He repeated himself. I lowered myself over the wide arm, my upper body falling into the deep seat, the smell of good leather filling my senses. The cool leather shocked my hot skin; I felt vulnerable and decadent at once. The distinct clink of metal filled the silence, and then the swoosh of leather against denim cut through the air. He was taking off his belt. He ran his fingertips over my skin and glided his finger between my legs. My body betrayed me again; his digit slid easily through my arousal.

  “Uh huh.”

  “Indeed.”

  His hands went under my hips and he adjusted me over the arm and spread my legs. “Yup. Soaked.” He slapped the back of my thighs, first one and then the other. Each slap stunned me with a high-pitched sting that lingered.

  “Keep them wide.” His hand soothed the sting he’d just produced and I pushed my knees apart as far as I could. He stroked through the evident desire, lubricating me. Jed bent over my back and whispered in my ear, “Daddy like.”

  My womb clenched and everything that was open and exposed to him swelled. He glided through me again with the back of his hand, the stiff ribbon of his knuckles urging me closer to the Promised Land. “Oh, yeah. Your Daddy likes this.”

  Ho-ly shit.

  “You are gorgeous.” I could hear him breathing behin
d me, the furious tearing off of his shirt, and then the rough fabric of his jeans through which something hard grew harder underneath was against my bare ass. Jed sucked in a breath. “You are fantastic. You’re wet and your perfect ass is raised for me.” He sucked in another breath and then his hands went to the small of my back.

  “Daddy’s gonna make you sing, babe.” My body’s reaction stunned me. I thought I peed, but soon realized it was something else.

  Daddy. Jesus Horatio Christ. He stroked me again.

  “Oh, God,” I breathed.

  “I will punish what’s mine. I will pleasure what’s mine.”

  Mine. I almost came then and there. I gripped the couch cushion in my fists. He took my clit between two fingers and moved them slowly back and forth. I gasped. I felt something smooth and cool between my legs and then a sharp sting as that thing left me and reconnected.

  “Ah…oh, God.”

  “Yeah. That’s my belt you’re feeling, babe.” The cool leather left me again and the sting that followed tore through me like an electrical current. I bucked my hips and pushed my ass up for more. His hand connected with my hip.

  “Still. You don’t move. You take. Hear me?”

  “Yes,” I gasped. He slid the leather between my legs again and followed with a strike. A white line that began as a slow burn smoldered and spread across the breadth of my buttocks. Then three more at random intervals that left me expectant yet shocked when it happened. He caressed my bottom.

  “Take your right hand, reach between your legs and stroke yourself.”

  “Jed, I…” The belt snapped down across the lower part of my bottom and then a small fire grew in its wake. I obeyed him, sliding my two fingers over my clit.

  “You feel that? That’s you responding to me, to this.” He snapped the belt across my ass again.

  I cried out, gasping. I was nude over the arm of his couch, my ass in the air, Jed’s worn belt kissing my bottom. There was not another place in the world I wanted to be.

  “Nice and pink, the way I like my girl. Turn over.” I obeyed, twisting until my hips rested on the arm, my legs dangling over the side and my upper body deep into the couch. Jed fell to his knees and kissed my belly, down my thighs to my knees and back up again. He lifted my legs until my feet were on his shoulders and set his hot mouth between my legs. I cried out as he swirled his tongue, gentle as a whisper, over my tender nub, along swollen lips and through to my core. He kissed me like he kissed my mouth, with a possessive power laced with the purest sweetness I’d ever known.

  “You will not come.”

  I uttered something guttural. “Huh? I what-what?”

  “You will come when I say. Tell me when you’re close.” He continued his assault as I tried for leverage to push him deeper. He moved in the opposite direction, not allowing me to lead for even a second. “I said you will take. Do I have to stop what I’m doing, take you over my knee, and spank you?”

  A bolt of fire went through me as I felt my climax build. “Jed…God! I’m…” He backed off, sliding his tongue along my inner thighs, nipping at sensitive skin and soothing with tender kisses.

  “Answer me, young lady. Do I have to spank you?”

  Lord. “No…no.”

  “Because I will.” His hot breath caressed my clit. “I’ll turn you over my knee…” He slid his tongue along my outer lips. “…pull both your hands behind your back…” Glided his fingertip over my inner lips. “…raise your bottom high…” Grazed my clit with his tongue. “…and give you a good…” He licked. “…old-fashioned…” He sucked. “…bare…” He slid a finger inside me. “…bottom…” He curved it up in a come-hither gesture and tapped my G-spot. “…spanking.”

  “Jed!” His laugh vibrated against my core.

  “Come. Come for Daddy.”

  I screamed as my hips bucked against his mouth, I could not get my legs wide enough as he flicked my clit and tongue fucked me, my hands wound in his hair, his hands under my ass lifting me to his mouth. With one hand, he undid his pants, pulled out his cock and slid it deep, groaning my name as he entered me to the hilt.

  “God, Chan…you…feel…so…good.” His hips jerked like a piston. I saw stars and rainbows and blue kittens as he fucked me through a tremendous climax. He reached between our bodies and caressed my engorged clit with this thumb, and a different kind of orgasm surfaced, building until I screamed his name and spread myself wider. I came like I’d never come before. I did not know it was possible to come this hard or this long or have two different ones happening at the same time.

  Jed’s body went rigid, his face tensed and he roared his climax into me, thrusting hard and slow as I contracted around him, milking him of every drop.

  I awoke in Jed’s lap, wrapped in a blanket. He sat in the upholstered rocking chair in his bedroom, and the gentle rocking, the crackle of a fire, and the tenderness in his cerulean eyes left me awestruck.

  “Hi, gorgeous,” he whispered.

  “What did you do to me?”

  He just smiled.

  I slipped my arms around his neck, and he pulled me up to his chest. I was growing dependent on his brand of loving, the secure way he held me, the dominant way he scolded, the alpha way he took care of his business, be it ranch or woman. I knew I would lose myself to this man; I didn’t know it would happen so soon.

  He slipped his hand inside the blanket and ran it over my bottom. “Sore?”

  “Not really.”

  He glided a finger over my center, puckered and swollen between my bent legs. “How about here?”

  “Exquisitely so.”

  “You are so beautiful when you’re climaxing, Chandler. I think I’d do anything to see it.”

  “You’ve done quite enough for the moment, sir.”

  “You tired?”

  I nodded. “In the very best of ways,” I said against his chest. “I’m up early with Charlie. I promised him a super-deluxe breakfast. I may have to go shopping.”

  “We’ll make do with what we have in the house.” He squeezed me against him. “I don’t want to let you go.”

  “And I don’t want to be let go.”

  “You’ve had quite a day.”

  I laughed. “Indeed. How long was I out?”

  “Half an hour.”

  “Mmmm. I didn’t crush you?”

  “You felt just perfect.” I sat content in his lap, his strong arms making me feel like nothing could touch me.

  “What do you like about it, about what…what we did?” I asked.

  “The control,” he said without hesitation. “You?”

  It took me a bit of soul searching. “Giving up control. I am in charge of everything, except when I’m in your arms, or in your bed. I like that.”

  “Then you’re in the right place.”

  I looked into his eyes. “Had I stayed—fifteen years ago—would we be…this?”

  Jed took a deep breath. “I don’t know, honey, I really don’t.”

  “I don’t think so. I think if I’d stayed we’d be like old pals, arguing like brother and sister, working the ranch together, you opining on my lovers, me opining on yours.”

  “You’re probably right. I’d like to think we’d have seen another side to each other, maybe given it a try.”

  “With my father around? You’d never have considered it.”

  “Ha. Maybe not.”

  “Then I’m glad things happened the way they did. Maybe leaving brought me back to you, even if it didn’t bring me back to him.”

  “I like that, baby. I like that notion.” He kissed my forehead. “We should get cleaned up.”

  “I don’t think I can move.”

  “I got this.” Jed stood with me in his arms and carried me into his bathroom. Tiled in masculine brown and amber glass and paneled in honey oak, the bathroom looked like something you’d find in the swankiest New York day spas. He set me on my feet and pulled the blanket off. I swayed and he held me against him as he turned the sho
wer on. Our scents wafted off his naked body, and it was like the finest elixir.

  He swept me up and stepped into the open shower, enclosed within high walls of glass block and tile on three and a half sides. The strong spray hit my back, legs and bottom, and when he set me down my knees went weak.

  “I feel drugged,” I said. He sat on a tiled bench and took me on his lap. He soaped a rag and ran it over my body, between legs and under arms and breasts. He was tender in his ministrations; hunger lurked in his eyes.

  “Want me to wash your hair?” he said.

  “My God, you’re like a dream.”

  Honestly, his smile was going to kill me. He wet my hair, poured a fragrant shampoo into his hand, and massaged it into a lather. His fingers dug into my scalp with finesse. A tingle slid over my arms and down my back. My nipples peaked. With all the raw talent this man had, could the simple act of washing my hair make me…horny?

  “You’re going to care for me so well that all I’ll be capable of doing is opening my knees for you,” I sighed.

  “Here’s hoping.” He pulled me to my feet and set me under the showerhead, sliding his hand through my hair while holding me up with the other. Once rinsed and still under the hot spray, Jed kissed me, took my mouth, plundered the deepest recesses of my soul—again. He held me up until I found my legs again. I held his face in my hand and looked into the eyes of a good man.

  “Please accept this gift,” I said, sliding to my knees, “as a token of my esteem.” I took the tip of his semi-hard cock between my lips and swirled my tongue over the head.