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“Ain’t that somethin’,” he murmured. “Bowing to your man,
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raising your ass high, knees wide to show him the way.” The delight in his voice almost removed the arrogance of his words. She wanted him in her now!

He gently pressed a lubed finger where the small butt plug had been. She enjoyed the sensation until another, larger pressure pushed against her.

“This plug’s bigger than the one you had earlier. Relax and take it, Kaela.” He pulsed the plug against her tender flesh, stretching her enough to slightly sting. While it settled in place, she unclenched her fists and panted for a moment. He rested his hand on her lower back, lightly stroking her until she relaxed.

Then he revved her up. She writhed as best she could as his tongue dabbled and flicked at her flesh. He sucked each toe, scratching with his teeth as she had his cock. He tasted her ankles, her calves, her thighs. His rough calluses scratched deliciously along her soft flesh, emphasizing the differences between them.

He played chase games with his agile tongue around her folds, holding them apart with his fingers. He nipped her with his lips for a few minutes before pressing his long fingers inside to massage her G-spot. He grazed her bottom with his teeth while his thumb wiggled the butt plug, the other hand arousing her breast. Just when she was ready to explode, he stopped.

And started over.

She writhed, trying to control his touch. She wanted him inside her, filling her. She wanted him to quell her raging flames. Instead, he repeatedly stoked her embers to near-combustion then let her cool down. If she hadn’t been ordered not to speak, she’d have demanded satisfaction. If she wasn’t tied, she’d wrestle him like a rodeo steer and demand satisfaction.

“You want me, Kaela?” He whispered the words between butterfly-soft kisses.

She nodded, groaning her need without speaking.

He trailed his calluses across her upper thigh right to her most
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tender spot. He pressed her knees further apart and flicked his tongue against her clit until she almost cried in heated frustration.

“You want me to take you like this? To ride you hard?”

Giving into his dominance in order to meet her needs, she nodded once, forcefully.

“I’ll do whatever I want. And you’ll not only take it, you’ll beg for more.”

He spanked her right cheek, rubbing gently in small circles immediately after. His fingers trailed over her weeping flesh, promising so much. She moaned between gasps, immersed in his touch.

He pulled at her plug, stretching her again when the thick bulb pulled her open. He pressed in more lube while she panted, her focus on this one part of her body. He released the plug and leaned over her back, slid his hands under, and squeezed her breasts, pinching just as she liked. His chest curls tickled her back, his hard length slid between her legs and under her, hinting at his touch but not allowing it.

When he pulled out the large plug, she sighed in relief. He squirted cooling gel into her hot asshole before pressing what felt like his elbow against her. She stiffened, clenching.

“Let me in, Kaela.”

She shook her head. He drew his hands down her back, cupping her breasts and trailing the backs of his fingernails down her back to her bottom. She shivered until he held himself at her back entrance once more.

Unless she wanted to stop him, she had no choice but to do what he said. To take him however he wanted, even if she enjoyed it more than she should. She couldn’t be a good girl when he forced her to be bad, right? He’d take her the way she’d always wanted. Give her the freedom to experience her body firsthand instead of trying to guess what she should be feeling.

“Push me out, sweetling.”

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He pressed his cock against her stretched iris, pressing forward as she opened her passage for him. He groaned and slid in a bare inch, past her tight ring of muscle. She moaned in both pleasure and pain.

“That’s the worst. Take me all the way. Feel your flesh stretch to let me in.”

He ran cool, jelled fingers around her hot rim, soothing the burn.

With his other hand, he caressed her bottom. As soon as she relaxed, he pressed forward again, another inch deeper. She shook her head, panting. Sly fingers massaged her perineum and below, scissoring the hood of her clit. She lifted her bottom in encouragement, and he gained another inch before resting again. He leaned forward, caressing her back and the sides of her breasts.

Kaela imagined what they looked like. Her body bent over, offering herself to him in a way she’d learned was sinful, yet sent shivers of lust through her. Her man, strong and muscled, totally in control, kneeling behind, his cock erupting from a froth of blond curls to impale her ass.

“A bit of bite raises the stakes,” he croaked. “Pushes past what you thought were your boundaries. You were taught good girls don’t do this.”

He pulled back slightly before pressing deeper. “But good girls want to be bad.” Again, he slid out a trifle only to surge back even more. “Almost there, sweetling. See? I knew you could do it. Green light?”

She nodded, every nerve ending crying for more. He pressed again until his balls tapped her pussy. Then he leaned over her back, chest hair tickling her, both of them panting.

“See? Green light all the way.”

He surged in small thrusts, his tight balls hitting her overheated, needy clit. He toyed with her, raising her to fever pitch, and then backing off until she was ready to scream. She tried to buck back against him to increase the sensation, but he held her down with his body.

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“You want to come now, Kaela?”

She nodded like a bobble-head doll on a potholed road. He brought his hand to her core, thumb on her clit, fingers inside, stoking her higher while he picked up speed, thrusting deep inside, dragging back and forth against her over-sensitized flesh.

He snapped the licorice ties to release her legs and back so she had some movement. She took advantage, tilting up for a better angle.

His tight balls slapped against her one more time as he surged to the hilt and she exploded. She clenched to hold him tighter. He grabbed her hips with both hands and bore down. He moved only a few inches but it felt like every nerve ending from her neck down blew out her synapses.

“Oh, God. Yes!”

He roared agreement, exploding inside her. After a moment, he collapsed forward, wrapping his arms around her before toppling them both sideways. Aftershocks rippled as she let the dark take her.

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Kaela folded back her shirt sleeves and reached for a potato from the five-pound pile to be peeled for supper. They’d just put the toddlers down for their afternoon nap and were getting a head start on dinner. She glanced out the window at the white world, so different from Thanksgiving a few days ago, and picked up the peeler. Who could mind working at the sink when they could look at mountains glistening in the mid-afternoon sun?

Doc and Madge had barely arrived home after returning the three children to the Double R when the snow had hit. The reality of dressing three toddlers in all the layers required to keep them warm was an eye opener. Scotty and Edie threw their mittens off two seconds after they’d been put on. Just this morning, Candy finally found the alligator clips to attach each child’s mittens to their coat sleeves.

Though no one spoke of it, the foursome of a few days ago had lowered the tension between them all. The next day, Kaela’s pale skin flushed red whenever Adam winked at her. Candy’s sharp elbows hadn’t worked to cut his amusement of her embarrassment. A storm dumping a couple of feet of snow caused the men to work long, hard hours and finally distracted Adam. It also gave Kaela a couple of days to think about what she’d done—what they’d all done—in that big bed.

The sex, both in Adam’s bed and later tied down by Bryan, was beyond anything she could ever have imagined. Bryan suggested half seriously she wear her butt plug now and then around the house to get ready to take both men. She didn’t do it during the day when the
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children were around, but she tried wearing it after supper. Of course, she never said anything about it. She wasn’t sure if she was ready for two men at once.

She didn’t know if she’d ever be ready for that!

Candy smiled as she entered the kitchen again. Both women dressed comfortably in clothes that tolerated children and their messes. With Candy’s large breasts, she had to wear a bra to be comfortable, and her old but still pretty sweater showed off her chest.

Kaela was small enough to go without, so had layered a T-shirt under a long-sleeved shirt.

The two women worked well together, comfortable without having to talk. The kitchen was warm, with cats lounging on padded chairs set under the table, a fire crackling in the lounge’s huge fireplace. Outside glistened a winter landscape that could proudly appear on any Christmas card.

Kaela couldn’t remember ever feeling so wanted, as if she belonged with this family. It was temporary, of course, but the love and caring was what she’d craved all her life.

Adam, Candy, and Bryan were pleased with the web page she created using Candy’s design. She’d fussed at the size of the contract they insisted on paying for her work but accepted it when they proved the amount had been estimated before she arrived. Candy refused to a pay stranger when Kaela could do what they needed.

For Candy’s sake, she’d agreed to stay for the girls' birthdays, but that was it. She didn’t have much but her pride and with the amount they’d paid her for the computer work, she could now afford a tiny apartment in a small town. The way the economy was, she might even be able to put a down payment on a cozy home. Somewhere south, where the winter wasn't so harsh. Snow was nice, but she couldn’t see coping with it for five months. Not all alone with an active toddler.

She couldn’t stay here—she could give them nothing but housework, childcare, and sex. Candy had done all three by herself
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for almost two years, so they didn’t need Kaela’s help. No. Another week and she’d be gone. She might be lonely, but she’d bring good memories to keep her warm. That and a huge heaping of pride would have to do.

“I’m sorry I haven’t anything to give the girls for their birthday tomorrow,” said Kaela.

“For goodness sake, don’t worry about it!” Candy squeezed Kaela’s shoulder as she passed. “You haven’t been to town or near a store since you got here. We’ve kept you cooped up on the ranch and now, with the snow, we can’t even get you out.” She smiled over her shoulder. “Having you here has been a big enough present for me.

Just being able to close the bathroom door and relax for a few minutes while the rug rats are going crazy is a blessing.” She picked up the two large, round pans of cake batter.

“Still, I feel bad,” said Kaela. She kept her head down as peel after peel dropped into the sink. “I’d like to do something to thank you for all you’ve done, but I don’t know what, other than to help with the chores.”

Candy bit her lip and frowned. She quietly slid the pans of butterscotch ripple cake into the oven and shut the door. She moved slowly and deliberately as she placed the cherry red oven mitts on the counter. Keeping her back to Kaela, she set the timer.

“There
is
something you might agree to help me with,” said Candy, slowly. “I haven’t said anything, but—”

“Yes.” Kaela tossed the peeled potato into the huge pot of cold water and grabbed another. “My answer is, ‘yes.’” Her nose itchy, she rubbed it with the back of her hand, smearing Idaho dirt on her face.

From Kaela’s past experience, owing people favors was not a good thing. They might demand she do something she didn’t want to, but felt obligated to. Even the short visit at the Double R had shown her what life could be like in a great home with people who cared.

Not perfect of course. Someday she wanted to make her home as
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welcoming and friendly so both she and Scotty could have friends and invite them over.

“You don’t know what I’m going to ask.” Candy stared at the oven as if the glass door was a TV screen showing her favorite heartthrob.

“I don’t much care if it’s immoral, and I hope it’s not illegal, but my answer is still ‘yes.’” Kaela spoke to Candy’s rigid back. "You’ve opened your home to Scotty and me. You’ve shown me wonderful things that I’d
never
have done. So of course I’ll help.” She pretended horror. “Oh, my God, it is
that
bad?” She laughed. “Just spit it out and get it over with.”

Candy slowly turned, eyes bright and cheeks hot. She clenched her hands behind her back, took a deep breath, and finally met Kaela’s eyes. “Could you stay here until the end of April?”

“What?” Peeler clenched in one hand, bracing herself on the counter with the other, Kaela stared back. Her laughter evaporated, replaced by stunned silence.

“I know it’s a huge imposition, keeping you from wherever you need to be.”

Kaela closed her eyes and exhaled in a whoosh. She sagged for a moment, breath shuddering. Then she coughed a laugh, took a deep breath, and smiled as if the sun just appeared out of a cold, cloudy day.

“God, Candy, you have no idea! Yes, we’ll stay until April.” She laughed, beaming. “Change that to ‘hell yes!’”

“Really?” Candy blinked quickly, eyes shining. She dropped her shoulders as the tension flowed out and years of worry wrinkles slid away. “I know it’s a lot to ask, but—”

“No, it’s not.” Kaela leaned her hip against the counter. “To be honest, it’s a lifesaver. I’ve got nowhere to go, no way to get there, and no job to pay for living expenses. The money from the web page is a real help, but without a job, it won’t last long. Staying until April will solve everything.”

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