Stealing Her Heart, page 6
part #1 of Wild Hearts Series
The sound that filled the room was the crackling of the fire and the creaking of bed springs as he sat down on the edge of the mattress.
“Okay, let’s get this over with. You come over here to me.”
“Brody,” she started.
“Hush. The time for talking or avoiding this is over. I told you to come here to me and I expect you to do as you’re told. If I have to come get you, the spanking will be worse. Now, Etta.”
It was like she couldn’t refuse him. It was as though something deep within him called to something deep within her and that part of her she had so long repressed answered. She joined him by the bed and said quietly, “I don’t know what to do.”
“That’s okay, sweetheart. I do. Now, I’m going to put you over my knee so that you’re lying mostly on the bed. That should make you feel nice and secure so that you can focus on the spanking itself.”
“Brody.” Her gentle whispering of his name felt like submission, sweet, welcoming and surprising.
“Now, Etta.” He reached for her and gently guided her over his knee so that her upper body was in fact supported by the big bed.
Even as tall as she was with her long legs, her feet no longer reached the floor. Brody softly rubbed the small of her back and her ass until she relaxed. She was beginning to think perhaps he had changed his mind or that this might not be so bad.
Then his hand tightened around her middle, and he brought his other hand down to strike first one cheek and then the other. The initial two strikes didn’t hurt much at first, imparting more of a soothing warmth and only a minor discomfort. But as he continued to spank her, the strikes got harder and warmth was replaced by pain. Etta realized this was not going to be pleasant and that he had not been bluffing when he had said she wouldn’t be able to sit comfortably for a few days.
Etta started to squirm and try to get away from him and the hand that kept raining blow after blow onto her increasingly sore bottom. She kicked her legs and cried out. It had little to no effect on him. He simply continued to spank her with a strong, steady rhythm.
“The sooner you give in to the spanking and I feel you’re sorry for what got you put over my knee, the sooner we’ll be done.”
“You bastard!” she shouted as she increased her efforts to get away from him.
While the idea of a spanking had seemed erotic in her fantasies, she was fast learning the reality was far different. It hurt. All that she accomplished with her outburst was for Brody to increase both the tempo and strength of the blows that landed.
“That’s not how a remorseful girl behaves, Etta. You don’t call me names, and you quit your squirming. You’re not going anywhere until I’m sure I’ve gotten through to you. What you did today, and this evening was extremely dangerous. You could have been killed several times. And I am not going to allow my woman—and don’t give me any shit about not being my woman, because we both know you’re going to be—to do that. You will not knowingly put yourself in harm’s way and you’ll damn sure do what I tell you to do. Am I getting through to you?”
Etta continued to struggle in response, refusing to answer in words.
“Well, you let me know when you’re done fighting and want me to think about this being over.”
Etta fought, kicked, cried out, and called him every name she could think of, and still he spanked her. Finally, the anger would no longer sustain her, and she began to cry. The name calling turned to pleading as she begged him to stop and promised to do anything if it could just be over. Brody stopped and Etta tried to get up. She was immediately pushed back down, and he began to spank her some more.
“You do not move from where I put you until I tell you that you can. Clear?”
Etta nodded and cried harder.
Brody again stopped and waited to see if she had truly given in to him on that point. She stayed in position. Brody softly rubbed her punished bottom.
“Good girl,” he crooned, his voice heavy with need and her body trembled in response.
He slipped his hand between her parted thighs and once again slid his fingers quickly between her lower lips.
Etta groaned but not from pain.
“I’m going to let you up and you’re going to stand in the corner. Do you think you can do that? “Etta nodded but said nothing as she tried to stop her snuffling. “There’s my girl. Now you go stand in the corner. And no rubbing. I put that sting in your tail. I’m the one who will alleviate it if I choose to.”
Etta got up and looked at him. Those green eyes of hers still held a defiant glint. He smiled. He was glad she wasn’t afraid of him and that while the spanking seemed to have made an impression, it hadn’t broken her spirit. He pointed to the corner. Etta turned and did as she was told.
Brody sat quietly watching Etta stand in the corner, trying to compose herself. His cock had been hard before he’d spanked her and now it was downright painful. He knew the only thing that would give it any comfort was to be balls deep inside her pussy. It was too dark to be certain, but he thought he could see hints of her glistening wetness on the inside of her thighs. He knew he could feel the slick that had dripped out of her during the spanking on the leg of his jeans.
Brody stood up and joined her in the corner. He wrapped one hand around her middle and pulled her lower torso away from the corner and into his straining member. She winced a little when her well-disciplined backside made contact with his jeans. He nuzzled her neck and caressed one of her breasts and was rewarded with her settling back against him.
Etta moaned in pleasure as Brody began fondling her breasts and slid one of his hands between her legs, parting her lips to give himself access to her softest place.
“That’s nice,” he cooed in her ear. “You like that, don’t you? You like it when I pleasure you with my hands.”
Etta said nothing but nodded her head and rubbed her backside against him like a cat in heat. Even though he knew it had to be painful, she didn’t seem to care. She seemed to want the same thing he did—for him to be buried inside her, stroking her pussy over and over.
Brody took hold of her hips, pulled her further out of the corner so that her torso was lowered. He unzipped his jeans, freeing his cock. He stepped up behind her and as he further explored that wet, warm place between her legs he kicked her feet apart and whispered, “Spread your legs, Etta.”
As she complied, he rewarded her by groaning in pure male pleasure as he pushed the head of his cock just inside her opening, before pulling back out and then pressing into her fully. He knew this wasn’t some simple coupling and sensed she realized it as well. He wasn’t just mounting her he was taking complete possession of her heart, body and soul. He had to wonder if she had ever felt as full before, not just with a man’s cock, but the man himself. Her response to Brody’s overwhelming dominance was an immediate and powerful climax.
Again, she heard him chuckle as he began to stroke her, wrapping one of his strong arms around her middle to keep her where he wanted her and the other to come back to play with her nipples.
She was glad he had hold of her as she came again, for she felt her legs would give way without his support. As with the spanking, he seemed to know exactly what he wanted from her. She climaxed a third time and he leaned forward to first bite the nape of her neck, then soothe the bite with gentle kisses.
“Brody, please…” she said, even though she wasn’t sure what she wanted. She had long since quit caring that every time he stroked deep it caused her bottom to ache or that she had come for him multiple times. He chuckled again but there was no change in his rhythm or speed. Etta felt another climax building and said, “No.”
“Yes,” he whispered.
“I can’t.”
“You can and you will. Don’t worry sweetheart, I’ll give you what you want. Before I let you out of the corner, you’ll feel my cum deep inside you. Nothing sweeter than to have your woman submit to your authority and then to the stroking of your cock.”
Etta writhed in ecstasy and was lost in a haze of sensation centered at her very core. She lost count of how many times she came for him, but finally felt his stroking pick up speed and strength. She didn’t believe she could come for him again, but somehow he found that final gear and she felt her pussy start to contract one last time as he spilled himself into her, gasping her name as he did so.
When the storm had passed, Brody tweaked her nipple as he slid from inside her. “Now you be a good girl and stand here.” She could feel his eyes on her, never wavering as he moved around the room. “Good girl,” he crooned again as if she were some fractious filly he wanted to reassure. She supposed in a way she was.
He turned down the big bed and then sat on its edge watching her. She wondered if it would always be this way between them. She knew it was only the first time, but she doubted it would be the last. Would he ever tire of seeing her standing in the corner with a brightly spanked ass and some of his cum dribbling down the inside of her thigh?
As he joined her back in the corner, he ran his finger lightly down her spine and said, “Turn around, Etta.”
She didn’t argue. Etta knew that meek and submissive was not something she did or felt often, but with Brody it felt right. He already knew who she was and that she was a woman of fire, Her submissive demeanor would fade as the sting the spanking subsided. He lowered his head and kissed her for only the second time.
But this time the kiss, while still strong and in command, was also exploring and soft—coaxing and seductive. She returned it with everything she had left in her and sighed against his mouth as he scooped her up in his arms and carried her to his bed.
She liked the feeling of being cradled against his chest. Gently laying her down on her side, he crawled in beside her. Spooning against her, he settled one of his strong arms around her middle. With nothing more said, sleep enveloped them both.
Chapter 8
Etta wasn’t sure what finally woke her. There was light seeping from behind the black-out shades covering the bedroom windows. She could smell something delicious coming from the direction of the kitchen, and she could hear the shower running. She rolled off her side to sit up and winced.
Sonofabitch, she thought. And yet, all she could think about was how cherished that same sonofabitch had made her feel the night before. Even though the spanking had hurt, and the sex afterwards had been less than gentle, she still felt that somehow they had connected on a far deeper level than she had ever experienced.
Gingerly getting out of the bed, she grabbed Brody’s shirt from the night before, slipped it on and padded into the bath adjoining his bedroom. It wasn’t just her backside that was painful. Her nipples were still turgid and rubbed against the fabric of Brody’s shirt. Brody had made love to her again during the night and while not rough, it certainly wasn’t gentle—and she had reveled in it.
The bath was filled with steam as she opened the door but not so much that it obscured her view of him turning off the water and exiting the shower. God, but he was beautiful to look at. Just enough hair on his chest to be very masculine, leading down to a set of abs that formed an eight pack, which in turn led down to a groin that was at this moment sporting an erection. Dispassionately, she was somewhat surprised that the thing had fit.
“See something you like, sweetheart?” he asked in a sexy purr.
Etta looked up at the self-satisfied grin on his face. The man knew he was hung. “I just came in to see if you had a spare toothbrush I can use before I leave.”
Brody barely managed to hide his disappointment. Apparently, he was disheartened that her meek demeanor had fled with the morning sun. The heated alley cat of the night before, whose responses had surpassed any fantasy either had ever experienced, had been replaced by the she-cat with claws and sharp teeth.
“Is that right?” he said. “And here I thought you’d gotten lonely in our bed and had come looking to get laid.”
Etta snorted, “Hardly. Can you arrange to get me back to my vehicle or should I just call a cab?”
Brody looked down at his swollen member and a brief smile flashed across his face. She wondered if he too was remembering what it felt like the first time he’d breached her opening last night. “Well, that’s a shame. I made us breakfast and had planned to feed you before I had my way with you again.”
“Think again, cowb… er, Ranger. Last night was, well, last night. This is a brand-new day and I have things to do.”
She turned to leave, but he grabbed her arm and spun her around before she could make it back through the door to his bedroom. “Last night was nothing compared to what I’ll do to you if you go after Hobson and his men again. Do you understand me?”
Etta tried to jerk her arm away, without success. “I’m quite capable of understanding English. I’m also quite capable of informing your superiors in Austin that you held me against my wishes last night and assaulted me.”
Brody laughed. “Assaulted you? I didn’t assault you. I spanked that lovely ass of yours, perhaps not as long and hard as I should have, and then fucked you. And if you don’t change your attitude real quick, I’m just liable to assault you again to fix it for you.”
Brody jerked her to his chest, wrapped his arms around her and kissed her. She resisted at first, but as he continued to deepen the kiss, she began to feel herself soften and respond. He loosened his grip and pushed her up against the door, dropping his hands to cradle her ass. Etta flinched. Brody chuckled as he nuzzled her and then moved his hands down to grasp the back of her thighs and lift her up, parting them as he did so and using the door as leverage. He stepped between her legs and then slowly lowered her waiting pussy onto his still hard cock. Etta climaxed as he penetrated her fully.
“There’s my sweet girl. I’ll have to remember you’re a lot easier to deal with when you have my cock shoved up your pussy.”
Etta bit his collar bone. “Jackass.”
Brody started to stroke her. “I know, baby. I’m a jackass, but one that you like having fuck you.” He started to stroke her in earnest.
She wrapped her legs around him to get as close to him as she could while he relentlessly plundered her. Etta was somewhat amazed at the ease with which he made her respond to him, bringing her to multiple orgasms. She’d never had trouble achieving an orgasm, but this was on a whole new level, and he seemed to greatly enjoy her expanded capacity for pleasure. She joined him in a shared orgasm and was not all that eager to have him uncouple from her.
As he eased her feet back to the floor, she said, “I believe the fucking is mutual, as you seem to enjoy having me fuck you, too.”
“Don’t be silly, Etta. Men do the fucking; women are the ones who get fucked. And I know, I’m a jackass. You know, sweetheart, I’m beginning to think of that as a term of endearment from you.” He laughed again as he kissed the tip of her nose and opened the bath door and tried to lead her out.
Etta pulled away. “I think I’ll get a shower as well. You smell all fresh and clean and I smell…” she trailed off.
“Of sex with me. I have to say that’s becoming my favorite smell ever—even better than bacon.”
Etta looked at him and couldn’t suppress her laughter. He really was the most ridiculous, exasperating man. She felt the grip of his hand tighten when she moved towards the shower. “Seriously, Brody.”
“Seriously, Etta. You smell just fine to me and if you go and get all clean you’re just going to be annoyed when I fuck you after breakfast and you end up smelling of me again. Tell you what—if you’re a good girl for the rest of the day and convince me you can behave yourself, I’ll let you take a shower before I drop you off at your ranch when I go in to work.”
“And what if I’m not interested in behaving myself?”
“Then you’ll find yourself back over my knee getting a worse spanking than the one I gave you last night. No fooling around, Etta. These guys that have your gelding and those mustangs are dangerous. People who run afoul of them wind up in hospitals or go missing. So, you’re out of this.”
He softened his tone. “Don’t worry about Timer; I’ll get him back for you. That herd was moving fast, and Timer was with them. Hobson and his men got scattered, and I have the plane up trying to track them, ensuring they don’t end up on their way to Mexico. Once I’ve dealt with Hobson, I’ll even help you move the mustangs to the BLM land. But until I tell you different, you are, for all intents and purposes, grounded.”
She could feel her anger rising, fire flashing in her eyes. Brody had probably planned to try and seduce her into doing what he wanted. He was about to find out how ineffective that would be. Etta sensed that he realized he needed to draw the line with her.
Before she could protest or call him more names, Brody pulled her to him, and their mouths met. She had to admit, if only to herself, that kissing him was getting to be addictive. He seemed to like the resistance she offered him at first, but then it would give way and she would return his attentions with a sweet seductiveness of her own that seemed to speak to him.
When the kiss had ended, Etta wiped her hand across her mouth. “Don’t do that. It’s annoying.”
Brody laughed again. “It’s effective, although not as effective as having my hand applied to your ass.” He could see her anger starting to rear its ugly head. He could also see her aroused nipples making tents out of his shirt. “Breakfast is going to burn, and I’m not in the mood to fight. We can either feed the hunger in our bellies or we can feed the lust in our loins. Actually, we’re going to do both. I’ll let you decide the order.”
“You’re too good to me.”
“I know. I’m a magnanimous jackass.” The sound of her laughter seemed to please him. He put his arm around her and hugged her to his side as he started toward the kitchen. “Even though it is your choice, I suggest breakfast first, because once I get you back in my bed, it’ll be a while before I let you out… and then you’re really going to smell of sex with me.”
