Stealing Her Heart, page 12
part #1 of Wild Hearts Series
“Yes, Sir.” She spat the words at him.
“Did I not also tell you that I would phone you when the sketch artist was thirty minutes or so from the house and that I would be here before he was?” He waited.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Did you open the text I sent you with the agent’s ID?”
“No, Sir.”
“Did I call you to tell you he’d be here in thirty minutes, and that I was headed home?”
“Brody.”
“Answer the question, Etta.”
“No, Sir.”
“Hmm. Then wouldn’t you say that falls under the heading of disobeying me?”
“You can’t honestly want to spank me?” Her defiance was starting to flee as she came to realize that he really did feel her actions had contributed to the afternoon’s events.
“I don’t know that want is the right word, but certainly I’m thinking that you deserve to be spanked for once again not following orders.”
“But, Brody.”
“Don’t you ‘but, Brody’ me. The fact is I’m a Texas Ranger in a border town. What I do is dangerous, and that danger has a nasty habit of spilling over onto the lives of people I care about. Do you know that I’ve never told another woman that I love her? And let’s not even mention the fact that I haven’t heard those three little words come out of your mouth.” He waved off her protest. “I have to know that when I tell you to do something or not to do something, that you’re going to obey me. And apparently you have yet to learn what happens when you don’t.”
“I do love you Brody. I didn’t want to, and I’m not just saying it to get out of a spanking.”
“The chances of you getting out of this spanking are pretty much slim to none.” Like Etta, he was capable of rapidly changing subjects. “And why the hell didn’t you want to love me? I’m a very lovable fellow.”
Etta grinned. “You’re a cocky, self-serving, bullying jackass who gets his rocks off spanking my ass and then fucking me into submission with the hard-on you’ve given yourself. Why the hell would I want to love that?”
“So, you do admit you submit to me?”
“I do not.”
“You just said I fuck you into submission, which is true. I fuck you into submission and exhaustion. That sounds like submitting to me. Or as they say, submission by any other name. And I think I told you once there was nothing like a woman submitting to her mate’s authority and then to the stroking of his cock. I don’t think it’s cocky or self-serving to say you submit to the stroking of my cock every single time I mount you. As to the giving myself a hard-on by spanking you—it isn’t the spanking that turns me on, it’s the gift of your submission. I may be a jackass, but I’m not stupid. I know that I am the only authority you’ve ever submitted to and that’s what turns me on. Well, that and the whole you being naked and wildly aroused when I’m done. You have realized I like having you naked and aroused, right?”
Etta thought she saw the ‘slim chance’ he’d mentioned. “I could get naked now, and you could get an erection and we could fuck. Don’t you think that would be better?”
“Not necessarily. See I’ve had a hard-on since I came through the front door and realized you were safe. In addition, I plan to get you naked in short order and keep you that way probably until it’s time to leave for Sunday supper with your family. I’ve also found that you, with a freshly spanked, still sore bottom tend to be much better behaved, which may mean we have to put you on some sort of maintenance schedule so that I can avoid having to use my belt on you.”
She blanched at the idea of his using the belt again. The welts had taken more than a few days to fade. “Brody, please? I don’t want to be spanked.”
“Etta, you never want to be spanked, but that doesn’t mean you don’t need to be spanked. And we both know who makes the decision about whether or not you’re going to be spanked don’t we?” She nodded her head. “And who is that sweetheart?”
“You,” she said meekly.
“That’s right. Go get naked and stand in the corner and not another word out of you. Go on.”
She could feel his eyes on her as she undressed. She never raised her eyes to meet his gaze before going to stand in the corner. She could hear him rolling up his sleeves as he walked over behind her. He slipped his hand between her legs, finding just what he was looking for—she was wet.
“Hmm, guess my jeans are going to get another wet spot on them, aren’t they?” He patted her bottom and then took her by the hand and led her back to the bed. He sat down and guided her over his knee. He rubbed her backside lovingly. “Such a pretty bottom. Good thing it looks good in red.”
And with that Brody began to spank her behind. While the swats were hard, they weren’t as fast as usual. Then the exponential pain of the continued spanking took over and coherent thought left her mind. She started to kick and squirm, but Brody held her fast as he brought color to her cheeks that he thought would last for a few days.
She knew that he was all too aware that if he just kept applying his hand to her ass with some force, she’d be able to hang on to her stoicism. Even knowing it, it was hard for her to let go of that last remnant of her pride. Etta knew he hated having to punish her when she could have been killed, but she also knew he meant to give her a reason to think about the consequences of doing something before she disobeyed his orders.
“I’m sorry, Brody. I am. It won’t happen again. Please Brody, stop.”
“Not yet. Your bottom isn’t quite the color I want it to be, and I warned you about putting yourself in harm’s way.”
As Brody reached his hand down to unbuckle his belt and remove it from the loops, Etta’s stoic demeanor crumbled in the face of what she knew was coming next. She redoubled her efforts to get away from him.
His hand connected with each of her cheeks. “Enough, Etta.” He held her tight, picked up the belt and lay a single pair of welts across the fleshiest part of her bottom. He stopped and allowed her to catch her breath. Hoping it was over, Etta began to relax. When he felt her do so, he slid his hand between her legs to finger her. She started to squirm, but this time not from pain but from something deeper and far more pleasant.
She knew that was the response he was looking for; her pride and logic had gone, leaving only feeling remaining. Finally, he stopped and listened to Etta’s labored breathing combined with her deep sobs. He removed his fingers, tracing a lazy trail up between her lower cheeks to softly begin to caress her very red bottom where he could see the welts starting to rise. He was careful to avoid them.
“Do you think the next time I tell you to do something, you can do it?”
“Yes, Sir,” she snuffled.
He leant down and kissed her softly on her neck. “Okay, then. You can get up and go stand in the corner.”
She did as she was bid, knowing he was staring at her backside displaying his loving discipline. Brody stood up and removed his own clothing. Normally he left his jeans on and fucked her with only his fly open so that her sore bottom could be brushed by the scratchy denim, a reminder that she was his and that while the aftermath might bring her great pleasure, that she had still been punished.
She stood quietly in the corner as he came up behind her. She could feel her wetness dripping out and was sure Brody knew she was more than ready to be mounted and fucked. “Do you know that I love you?”
She said nothing. He chuckled, running his finger down her spine.
“Etta, my love,” he said, as he reached between her legs, “now is not the time to decide you want to be defiant. Defiant cowgirls get taken back over to the bed to get spanked until they don’t want to be defiant anymore. Now is the time to be submissive to one’s mate.”
He stroked her softly, letting her think and consider her options.
“Let’s try again. Do you know that I love you?”
“Yes.”
He nudged her sore behind with his cock. “Yes what?”
“Yes, Sir.”
He trailed his fingers down her sides, barely brushing the outline of her breasts. “And do you love me?”
She was quiet and again he nudged her, prodding her to try and withdraw from the discomfort. He leaned forward. “Next time, it’s going to be a swat. You will behave when you’re in the corner if you behave nowhere else reliably. Now, do you love me?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Once again, he stroked her sides and reached up to gently fondle her breasts. Her change in breathing and the level of moisture he could detect between her legs spoke of how she felt even when she didn’t want to admit it. “And do you submit to my authority?”
This time the answer came more easily. “Yes, Sir.”
She knew he knew she could hold out against pure dominance, but when that dominance was combined with seduction, she had no choice but to give her submission.
“And do you want to submit to being stroked by my cock?”
She knew he knew the answer to that one. Her nipples were pebbled and her pussy glistened with its wet need. He damn well knew he had her fully aroused, bright red, welted bottom or not.
“Very much so, Sir.”
He nuzzled her neck as he continued to tug and pinch her nipples. “Are you ready for me to mount, my love?” Again, he knew the answer before she spoke it.
“Yes, Sir.” She breathed out a soft sigh.
“Spread your legs, sweetheart.”
As she did so, he wrapped one arm around her middle to support her and draw her back into position and braced against the wall with the other. He lightly took hold of the nape of her neck with his teeth and then mounted her fully with one hard stroke. As had become her normal response when he possessed her, she came immediately.
The bite became a kiss and Brody began to stroke her the way she liked best. Long, deep, and hard. She held onto the arm wrapped tightly around her waist and then laced her fingers through the hand that was bracing against the wall. She stood solidly as he thrust into her repeatedly, murmuring words of love and encouragement. Etta responded to him fully and let that response speak volumes to the Ranger who had stolen her heart and claimed her as his own.
When at last he had spent himself in her, he made to move away. “No, please,” she said, clutching the arm wrapped around her.
He stayed where he was, still joined with her. “What, my love?”
“Just stay.”
He nuzzled her neck, “As in forever and ever?”
“Well, maybe not forever and ever right here in the corner. But in my general vicinity would be nice.”
“Think you can follow the rules?”
“Probably not, but how about I work on not doing things that will make you feel you have to use anything other than your hand?”
Brody smiled, seeming to be glad his belt had made a lasting impression. “I can probably live with that if…”
“If what?”
“If you think you can live with an ornery, horny jackass.”
Etta giggled. “I suppose. After all, I did go to all that trouble to download your personal ringtone.”
Thanks for reading Stealing Her Heart. The next book in the series is Claiming Her Heart.
It was supposed to be a sure thing.
Ronin Gutherie, the dark brooding hero of the international Olympic trial thought talking Devon Cooper into a one night stand would be easy.
At the end of a long day of competition, Devon runs into the hunky Olympic gold medalist. After a major win on the Olympic qualifying circuit, Ronin propositions her and ends up nursing a painful injury as well as his pride.
When the next major Olympic trial is in Ronin's homeland, he uses the time on the plane to apologize for his behavior and convince Devon that not only is he not the player she believes him to be, but they have a future together.
Can he persuade her to give him a second chance and claim her heart or will she walk away again?
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