Stealing Her Heart, page 9
part #1 of Wild Hearts Series
Brody extended his hand to her to help her to her feet. Bending his head, he took one of her nipples between his teeth and sucked in the same way she had sucked his cock. Lest his attention make it feel neglected, his hand latched onto her other nipple and began to pinch and tug, to her utter delight. She arched her back to offer him more of her breasts to enjoy. Brody kissed his way from one nipple to the other and then began to suck again while his hand played with her other nipple. She was surprised that she felt the beginning of a climax when he brought his head up and kissed her deeply, parting her lips with his tongue and thrusting it in and out as he devoured her mouth.
When he stopped, she whined in protest and sought to capture his mouth with hers. He met her eyes with a firm look instead. “You scared the hell out of me today. You’re going to think twice about doing it again.”
He sat down on the edge of the bed and Etta found herself once again face down over his knee with her ass in the perfect position for him to spank. And spank he did. He rained swat after hard swat all over her backside, covering both cheeks thoroughly and then moving to her delicate sit spots that he had avoided the night before. Etta cried, struggled, and said anything she could think of to get him to relent long before he was finished.
“Please, Brody. Stop. I won’t disobey you again.”
He laughed without humor. “Oh, yes, you will, and we both know it. But next time maybe you’ll think twice before doing it. And when you do disobey me, you can expect more of the same.”
He continued to spank until the protests and begging gave way to crying. Etta had never been one for crying, but it felt good to let her tears flow. She’d had to be so strong for so long, and here over Brody’s knee, she could just be. She could give in to her need for some kind of release. She was finding that there was a peace that came with her submission to Brody and his dominance.
Her body sagged as she accepted his punishment for her behavior. She was coming to accept that she needed this as much as he did. She needed to know there was someone who would hold her accountable and take charge of her when she couldn’t seem to find the control she needed.
At first, she had counted each strike upon her flesh, mentally toting them up so she could find a way to make him pay, but then she realized she no longer cared. She trusted that he would give her what they both needed to feel whole and strong again.
She felt connected to Brody in a way she’d never felt before with anyone. When they were together like this, it was as if no one and nothing else existed. She could lay down the façade she had created so many years ago. She could just be Etta—with all her foils and failures. She knew he saw them and loved her any way.
Finally, he stopped, and Etta tried to crawl off his knee. All she wanted was to curl up in the big bed and cry herself to sleep. All she could think about was that Hobson could have killed Brody and it would have been because of her.
She hadn’t made much progress when Brody pulled her back into position. Instead of resuming the spanking, he slowly rubbed her heated flesh gently.
“And where do you think you’re going? I’m not done with you. You just received what will be a normal discipline spanking anytime you disobey me. What happens next is what will happen when you disobey and get yourself hurt or put yourself in harm’s way.”
Brody picked up the belt lying next to him. Etta looked back to see him doubling the belt and raising his arm to bring it down hard across her already sore bottom. The first sting of the leather landed, and she shrieked.
“Good.” Brody sounded pleased with the response he had elicited. “I didn’t think you’d like that.”
Brody laid the belt across her bottom, sit spots, and the tops of her thighs—six times it fell, one on each of the targeted spots. Each time he brought the leather down, it laid a line of fire across her already punished backside. Etta begged and cursed through the first few strikes and then finally, exhausted, gave in and just sobbed.
“I’m so sorry, Brody. I could have gotten you killed. It would have been my fault you died.”
Brody stopped. “I make a living being in the line of fire, sweetheart. You don’t. If I catch you putting yourself at risk again, the next time I take my belt to you it’ll be twice as bad, and I’ll leave raised welts behind that’ll remind you for a week or more that disobeying one’s mate has consequences you don’t want any part of. Am I clear on that point?”
“Yes, Brody.” She sighed with relief when she heard him put the belt down.
Brody stood her up and then brought her into his lap, letting her legs dangle over his and forcing her punished bottom to sit on his thighs. The cool air of the room caressed her flesh. Brody slipped his hand between her legs and tugged at her swollen clit before sliding down to her wet slit and inserting two fingers. Etta responded by spreading her legs involuntarily for his touch to go deeper.
He chuckled and this time it was with that deep, sexy, aroused tone she’d come to covet. “You know, you’ve dripped all over my jeans again, which means you’re more than ready to fuck. Did you feel my cock getting hard again? Your mouth was warm and wet, but now I want to feel your pussy around my hardness.”
Etta blushed and Brody just chuckled again as his mouth sought hers and he kissed her deeply as he brought his hand up from between her legs and played with her breasts. Etta could feel her climax starting to build, and so could Brody.
“That’s enough for you right now. You go stand in the corner and think about what you did today and what could have happened. Then you think about how much worse I’ll discipline you if anything like that ever happens again.”
Etta stood up and started to walk to the corner. Her legs felt like wet noodles and her punished posterior was more than just sore. It was downright painful. She wasn’t sure what would happen if Brody chose to join her in the corner as he had the night before and take his pleasure from her there. One thing was for certain, regardless of how or where he fucked her, her ass was not going to enjoy the sensation of either being on her back with his hands holding her tightly while he thrust into her or stroked her pussy from behind, bumping into her lightly welted bottom and surging deep within her.
She didn’t have long to stand and wonder before he closed in on her, placing her hands in front of her and then leaning into her. As he made contact, she winced. He chuckled and she thought very briefly about elbowing him in the ribs again.
He saw her drop her arm and make a fist. Brody stroked her lightly along one of the welts left by his belt and whispered, “Think about it.”
Etta brought her hand back up in front of her.
Brody kissed her neck. “Good girl. Now spread your legs.”
“Brody, I don’t think I can. My legs feel like rubber and I’m sore. Every time you stroke into me it’s going to hurt like hell.”
Brody nuzzled the side of her neck and nipped her ear lobe as he pinched an extended nipple. “Probably. I’m going to have hold of you, so you won’t fall. As for your sore backside, let it remind you every time I stroke deep and make you come again and again that disobeying me is not something you want to do. At some point, I’m hopeful that I’ll be able to fuck you when I don’t have to worry about your poor little backside being on fire. But that night isn’t tonight and I’m not going to allow your misbehavior to rob either of us of the pleasure that awaits.”
As he finished speaking, he kicked Etta’s feet apart, took hold of her hips and, as he had the night before, mounted and filled her in one hard thrust causing her to go up on her toes from the contact his groin made with her well-punished backside.
As he had the previous evening, he fucked her long and hard, making her come more times than she thought possible. When he finally surged forward with his last stroke to empty himself into her and fill her with his cum, he groaned her name and pulled her close. She clung to his arm and reveled in the pleasure and peace that she found when he took her.
Again, he picked her up and took her to their bed, depositing her on her side before removing his clothes, sliding in behind her, and pulling the covers over them. He rubbed his bearded stubble along the back of her neck.
“Etta, sweetheart?” She said nothing, but her murmur let him know she was still listening. “If you ever leave our bed again and sneak out of the house for any reason, you and my belt are going to have another little chat.”
She snuggled back into him. “Yes, Brody.”
In the morning, Etta came awake as Brody once more rolled her onto her back, having placed a soft pillow strategically where her ass would be, and began kissing her breasts and sucking her nipples. She moaned in pleasure despite the fact that her backside was still on fire. She was thoroughly enjoying all of the sexual attention he was lavishing on her. She’d always enjoyed sex, but had never experienced anything comparable to Brody’s strong, dominant lovemaking. She was never in doubt about who was in control or that he enjoyed seeing how many times he could make her come before he finally flooded her with his seed.
He had awakened her twice during the night to make love to her, once on her back like he was doing now and the other time from behind with a rolled up pillow placed under her hips. He had loved her much harder when she was on her belly, stroking hard and deep. And Etta, who had never been a big fan of doggy style in the past, was beginning to understand why many women said it was their favorite position. There was something very exciting and yet comforting in being taken from behind.
Brody worked his way down her body, ending up with his head between her legs and her legs over his shoulders. She sighed as he began to work his magic on her clit and pussy with his tongue. She squirmed a bit to see if she couldn’t find a more comfortable position for her very sore and still marked bottom.
“Sweetheart, there’s nothing going to make that pretty red tail of yours feel better except some time and maybe some lotion I have that might take down some of the swelling and heat.” He went back to enjoying the honey that he seemed to have no trouble getting her to produce for him.
“You have something that could help and haven’t used it yet? You jackass!”
Brody chuckled and reached up to pinch one of her nipples harder than normal. “And you don’t get to be a brat when I’m going down on you. When I decide to ease the sting in your tail, I will, and not a minute before.”
With that said, he went back to focusing on drawing out several orgasms before he slid up her body, ending with the head of his cock poised at her entrance. Etta surged upward with her hips, trying to catch his shaft and draw him in.
“Naughty girl. I told you before, men do the fucking; women get fucked. And that means I’m the one who does the mounting, not you.” She moaned in frustration as he moved his hand between their bodies and started to play with her clit.
“God, no, Brody, please fuck me.”
“Ask me nice.”
“Jackass.”
“Try again, sweetheart.”
“Please, Brody, will you fuck me?” she said between gritted teeth.
He laughed and said, “We’re really going to have to work on your pillow talk. How about: Please, Brody, will you mount me and make love to me?” He waited.
She drew several deep breaths and managed to say, “Please, Brody, will you mount me and fuck me?”
He chuckled. “I suppose that’s close enough for this morning.”
He reached under her to hold her ass in the position he wanted so as to get balls deep on his first thrust. She knew he loved watching her arch her back, her eyes rolling back as he entered her. Then all thought went away as he began his plunder of her body. He encouraged her to wrap her legs around him and hold him close while he ravaged her repeatedly.
When she was out of breath and begging him to come, he whispered, “You’re mine, Etta Ross. Mine. Say it.”
She opened her eyes and saw lust and love mixed in equal parts in his eyes. “Yes, you ornery, horny jackass, I’m yours. Now, God damn it, finish us both.”
He laughed again. “Language, Etta, language. That’s not very nice, but it’s precise and to the point. I’ll take it.”
When he’d finished both of them, he rolled over on his back, drawing her with him so that she was sprawled over half of his body with one of his legs between hers. He ran his hand down her back and let it rest lightly on her bottom.
She nuzzled his chest. “Do you really have something that will help it hurt less?”
He nodded. “I do. And if you’re a good girl, I’ll use it in a day or two. But for now, I want you to remember why it’s not a good idea to disobey me. However, I’m not so sure I have anything that’s going to help your poor swollen pussy, especially since I’m not planning to give it any respite.”
“Jackass.”
“Maybe, but I’m your jackass. And I’m the jackass that loves you.”
Before she could react or respond, Brody closed his eyes and was fast asleep.
Chapter 12
Hobson sat in the interview room with his lawyer. The Rangers had been questioning him for the past two days. His attorney was urging him to make a deal. Hobson knew he had something to trade, but he feared the man he’d have to turn on.
“My client will not testify unless he’s given immunity on all charges and put into federal witness protection.”
Brad looked at the pathetic excuse for a human being and shook his head. “Not going to happen. Nobody likes rustlers of any kind. You and I both know that the associate of your client who is missing and whom we presume to be dead is not a big fish, and probably deserved what he got. We can’t definitively prove that Hobson did anything to him. Nobody is going to foot the bill for witness protection. It just isn’t worth it. We’ve got him dead to rights for grand theft, attempted murder, assault, and a litany of other lesser charges. We can put him away now, and if and when we find a body that we can tie to him, we can bring him up on murder, as well. You’ve got nothing to trade that we’ve got any interest in.”
Brad left the interrogation room and stuck his head in Brody’s office.
“Well, well, well; I’m a bit surprised to see the prodigal Ranger has returned.”
Brody smiled. “Unfortunately, paperwork doesn’t seem to do itself around here.”
“And what is the lovely Miss Ross doing while you come in to do paperwork?” Brad grinned broadly at his friend. Rumor had been running rampant at the office that the ‘lovely Miss Ross’ had been gracing their boss’ bed.
“The lovely Miss Ross is, as I suspect you already know, at the house. She said she was going to check in with her office in San Antonio and with her aunt and uncle to see if anything needed her immediate attention.”
Brody said nothing more and Brad gaped. “Seriously? That’s it? First woman you’ve ever taken back to your place, let alone had stay there and all I get is she’s going to call her office? That’s not right. I’m your best friend. When I was courting Jenny, I told you everything.”
“And if Jenny had known that, not only would she never have agreed to marry you, but she’d have skinned you alive. And as far as I know, no one ever taught Jenny to throw a mean punch, use a knife, or shoot with deadly accuracy.”
“So, you’re saying the bullet through Hobson’s knee was deliberate?”
Brody laughed. “Yep. She pointed out to him he’d never take another step without pain as long as he lived. She knew exactly what she was doing.”
“And you close your eyes when you sleep with this woman?”
“Only after I make sure she’s damn good and tired.” Brody smiled as he remembered how he’d left her sound asleep in their bed, exhausted from his repeated lovemaking. He’d left her a note on her pillow telling her he expected her to stay at the house and to behave.
Brad laughed, seemingly happy to see his friend was truly smitten. Hopefully this would end Jenny’s wannabe matchmaking ways.
“So how goes it with Hobson and his band of merry men?”
Brad told him that the underlings had all turned on Hobson the minute they were offered a lighter sentence in return for their testimony. “Fact is, Hobson and his lawyer keep hinting that there’s something bigger Hobson can put us on to, but are only willing to talk in specifics if there’s a deal in place.”
Brody looked up from his paperwork. “Any idea whatsoever?”
“No, but they seem to think it’s big enough to make us want to give him a blanket immunity and witness protection.” Brad watched Brody’s face go from the contented smile of a sated lover back to his normal brooding countenance. “What are you thinking, Brody?”
“I don’t know that I’m thinking anything. It’s just never made sense to me that Hobson would kill someone for horse meat. I understand intimidating people. I understand shooting at them and even wounding them. But murder? That seems to be a bit, forgive the expression, of an overkill. And the fact that we’ve never found a body seems too smooth, too thought out, too professional for this group of thieves. These guys are more Larry, Moe, and Curly than Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid.”
Brad nodded. “Do you think there is more? Do you want to talk to him? I left him and his lawyer in the interrogation room.”
Brody nodded and pushed his chair away from his desk. They joined Hobson and his public defender. Hobson’s face showed an element of surprise. Brody nodded toward Hobson’s leg. “How’s the knee?”
“Not so good. How’s your bitch’s shoulder?” Hobson sneered.
“A lot better than you’ll be if you ever refer to her as a bitch again.” Brody responded.
Brad marveled at Brody’s restraint and Hobson’s audacity. Brody was never a man to be trifled with and calling a woman he obviously cared for names was not a wise thing to do.
