My Sassy Settler (Willamette Wives Book 2) (15 page)

"Okay, what happened?"

Charity looked around to make sure her children were occupied and then gestured for the women to join her on the porch, where she told them about the conversation she'd had with her husband.

"So, you just talked?" Anna asked, a note of suspicion in her voice.

"Well, if you count his hand as talking to my fanny…"

"That's fantastic!" Anna said, throwing her arms around her friend.

"It is?" Agatha asked, truly surprised at the conversation.

Charity said, "Sure. Well, I admit that most of the time, I'm apologizing and making promises way before James lets me up, but it felt so wonderful to know I had my husband back that I didn't care. In fact, I kept asking for more."

Anna laughed. "I've done that a few times myself."

"So you both get spanked?"

Anna gave her a funny look. "I thought you knew that. I mean, I told you about the club."

"I thought you meant you complained about, well, all the things that can be irritating."

Charity laughed and rubbed her bottom. "Believe me, we do, but it's very rare that between the two of us, we don't have a spanking to discuss as well."

Agatha looked between the two of them. "You actually asked for more?"

Charity nodded and Anna did a moment later and said, "It might sound crazy, but there are times when I don't feel totally free of the guilt after doing something wrong. I just ask Richard for more." She smiled and continued, "And, to be honest, there are those times when the spanking isn't for punishment. It's for pleasure."

Agatha was silent for a few moments and then smiled. "Well, I'm guessing that since the club now has three members, there will
never
be a meeting without that subject coming up. I'm just hoping that one day my story won't be one of just punishment." The other two nodded, acknowledging the same desire.

The women made plans to hold their next meeting when they got together to start on the soap and candles, and then it was time to leave.

Anna gave Charity a last hug. "So, did you have time for comfort?" she whispered so only the three of them could hear.

"Tonight," Charity said, looking up to give her husband a smile.

"Good, then we'll have another topic for the meeting."

Agatha immediately thought about how she'd felt both during and after her spanking. It might be a strange thought but she decided that it would be quite nice to be able to discuss her questions and feelings with these two women who were quickly becoming dear friends.

After the bathtub had been unloaded, Roger spoke up. "Hey, if ya'll aren't gonna need that old tub, can I have it?"

Wyatt grinned. "Does Miss Goldman have anything to do with that request?"

Roger shrugged. "Well, it sure ain't because I care what Matthew thinks." They loaded the old tub in the wagon and Agatha and Wyatt waved goodbye as Richard followed Roger to the bunkhouse.

The couple did their outside chores, Wyatt insisting on following Agatha to the chicken coop. "I know that you and the rooster now have an understanding," he teased, "but until we're sure the cat is gone, you are not to come outside alone."

"You are going to restrict me to the house?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"But what if you're gone and I need the privy?"

"Use the chamber pot." When she opened her mouth, she found two of his fingers pressed to her lips. "This is not a negotiation, Aggy. You are too precious to me to take a chance. If you want your freedom, I suggest you become a crack shot, understand? Until then, obey me or face the consequences, which I guarantee you won't like." When the rooster crowed as if adding its two cents, she nodded.

"Okay, but if Mr. Rooster forgets our bargain, he just might become my first target."

* * * * *

Wyatt stretched out his legs and sighed. "Now, this is a bathtub."

"I'm wondering how you plan on filling this tub when the creek freezes over," Agatha said, turning her head back to look up at him. "Especially if you plan on bathing every single night."

Chuckling, he moved his hands to cup her breasts, which were half submerged in the water. "Darlin', even if I had to carry blocks of ice home, we'd have water. But that won't be necessary because I'll have a closer source." When she gave him a quizzical look, he grinned. "After all, snow is nothing but frozen water. All it will take is a bit of heat." He bent to kiss her neck and she moaned. "Let's see if I can make you melt again, shall we?"

He watched the flush creep up from her chest to flood her neck and face with color. He'd bathed her and, with the new tub, she'd managed to spread her knees much wider. When he replaced the washcloth he'd been using with his fingers, stroking between her legs, she'd arched back against him and wrapped an arm around his neck, her other hand gripping the side of the tub. He'd been thrilled to hear each whimper, gasp, and moan as he stroked her until he could feel tremors running along the muscles of her thighs. He'd instructed her to bend forward, and when she was on her hands and knees, he'd knelt up and entered her from behind. It was a wonderful feeling to have the water sloshing against their bodies as he thrust in and out of her. The water might have been cooling down, but her velvet heat surrounded his cock. He'd continued to use one hand to stroke her clit and they'd reached the pinnacle of pleasure only seconds apart.

Standing, he climbed from the tub and helped her out. She smiled as he dried her with a towel and then sat her on the stool. He released her hair from its pins and brushed it until she was practically purring. He bent forward and kissed the spot right behind her ear that he'd discovered was very efficient in having her shiver, and make a sound that had his cock twitching every single time he heard it. "Ready for another lesson in pleasure?" he asked.

She twisted around on the stood and smiled. "I always was an eager student."

Grinning, he took her hand and led her into their bedroom. After pulling back the covers on the bed, he removed the towel from her body. Her nipples were puckered, begging to be kissed, so he did. He lathed each one with his tongue before suckling until she had her hands fisted in his hair. Guiding her down until she was lying back on the bed, he knelt and pulled her forward until her bottom was on the very edge, using his hands to push her thighs apart.

"What are you doing?"

"Enjoying my wife," he answered. He bent forward and, starting at her knees and moving up, began placing small licks and kisses up her inner thighs.

"Wya—"

"Shh," he said. "Don't think, don't question, Aggy. Just enjoy." He began again on her other leg and this time when he reached the apex of her thighs, he placed a kiss on the top of her mons. When she moaned but attempted to squirm away, he placed his hands on her legs and spread her a bit further. "I love you, Agatha. I intend to show you that I love every single inch of you." He bent again and ran his tongue up her center, parting her swollen labia.

"Oh… oh, Wyatt," she moaned, pushing against his shoulders.

Reaching for her hands, he took them in his, entwining their fingers, and then licked her again. He continued to lick, nip and kiss her pussy until she was squirming, this time attempting to press herself harder against his lips. He circled her engorged clit and tapped at it with the tip of his tongue. Her body jerked and when he drew the bud into his mouth and suckled hard, she screamed his name and bucked against him. He continued lapping at her delicious nectar, thrusting his tongue into her until she was whimpering and, when she ripped her hand from his, it was to press his head to her core as she came for the third time that evening.

He gave her a few more licks and gentle kisses and then sat back, kissing the hand he still held. She was panting and her eyes were huge as they met his.

"I-I didn't know… I never thought… oh my," she said, and it was the best reaction he could have asked for. Grinning, he bent to place yet one more kiss on each of her thighs before standing. Seeing his erection, she gasped. "I don't think—"

"Shh," he said, joining her on the bed and sitting with his back against the headboard, guiding her to his side. "There are more ways to please a man's cock." He took her hand. When she became aware of his intention, she resisted.

"Touch me, Aggy. Trust me."

He wrapped her hand around his shaft and, although she flushed, she allowed him to move their hands up and down his length. After a few strokes, he removed his hand. "Keep going." She nodded, her concentration so focused that she had her bottom lip captured by her teeth. His cock jerked at the thought of her next lesson and she looked startled.

"It just means that you are making me feel very, very good," he said, reaching up to tuck a long strand of her hair behind her ear.

"I'm not hurting you?"

"No, darlin', you are definitely not hurting me."

She continued, giving him quick glances every time she went a little faster or squeezed a little harder.

"It's like velvet," she said. "Well, steel, wrapped in velvet."

"Kiss it," Wyatt instructed. Her eyes widened and he stroked a finger down her cheek to her lips. "Just like I kiss your pussy and clittie."

She hesitated and then bent forward and placed a quick kiss on the tip. He moaned and she looked up at him. "Again," he said softly. "Use your tongue and your lips. Put it in your mouth."

He had to grit his teeth as she opened her lips and her tongue darted out to take a lick. She lifted her eyes to his, then opened her mouth and took him inside. Her tongue darted across his cockhead and her eyes widened when she tasted the first drop of his pre-cum.

"That's good, Aggy, that's very good. Now take more into your mouth." He reached down to cup her breast, his fingers playing with her nipple. She gasped and then lowered her head and took more of his cock into her mouth. He refrained from thrusting up, wanting this first time to be at her own pace. Her tongue continued to lave him, running up the underside of his shaft.

"Take more," he said, his voice hoarse. "One day you'll take every inch." Her eyes lifted to his in disbelief. "Trust me, darlin', you will."

She continued to suckle, kiss and lick his cock until he felt his release approaching. "I'm going to come. Keep your lips tight around me." She whimpered but managed to take another inch and he felt her lips tighten. Removing his hand from her breast, he put it on the back of her head and gently held her in place as he erupted, groaning at the intense pleasure she'd given him. She jerked, pulling back a little, but then tightened her lips even more.

"Swallow, Aggy." She obeyed, continuing to swallow until he was empty. After giving himself a moment to recover, he bent and kissed her hair. "That was incredible. Thank you."

She allowed him to slip from her lips and he watched her swallow again. Dragging her up, he pressed his mouth to hers. Though she stiffened, it was only for an instant before she kissed him back. He wound his fingers through her hair, kissing her until they both desperately needed to breathe. Letting her go, he then kissed her cheeks and her forehead.

"Did I do it right?"

"Aggy, you did it perfectly."

She smiled, "Oh, well then, I don't suppose I'll need further practice."

He chuckled, loving her sass. "Since I'm the teacher, I think I shall decide when no further practice is required." He hugged her to him and helped her beneath the covers before spooning her back to his front. "Oh, and I only think it's fair to let you know, I believe in a very thorough education. I think we might be very old and very gray before I decide you are done practicing."

He could hear her giggle and he reached around to cup her breast. "And then, darlin', you can spend the rest of our lives proving that you haven't forgotten the lesson."

"Hmm, I think you are the strictest teacher I've ever had. I suppose it's a good thing that I love my teacher."

"Good to know, because I adore and love my student."

Chapter Twelve

"Very good," Wyatt praised when the wood splintered.

"I hit it, again?" Agatha said, her question showing her disbelief.

"Yes, and that makes three times in a row."

Agatha felt a ridiculous sense of pride as her two fellow students gave her shouts of congratulations.

"I told you that opening your eyes would definitely improve your aim," Wyatt teased. "Anna, great job as always. You managed to knock every target off." Repaying the favor, Agatha extended her congratulations.

"Charity, you are improving, but I want to see you strike the target repeatedly and knock it off the log. You are hitting it one out of six times."

"That's because it is so small," she huffed. "If that bobcat is that little, I won't need to shoot it. I can just pick it up and give it a home in the barn. It can stuff itself on mice come spring." When Agatha saw Wyatt's look change, she knew his compliments were about to come to an end.

"I bet you wouldn't find it so amusing if a bobcat of any size was standing between you and your girls," Wyatt said. His tone was quiet but none of the women had difficulty understanding he wasn't pleased. "This is not a joke. These woods and mountains are full of wildlife. Granted, most are content to stay away from humans, but let me repeat this, this is not a joke. If food becomes scarce this winter, or if an animal is aging and not able to easily compete for food and decides to find easy pickings," he paused to look at each of them, "and if that animal becomes a threat to you or your loved ones, I guarantee that you'll understand how serious this is."

"I'm sorry," Charity said quietly. "I know how hard all of you are working to teach us."

Wyatt nodded, not one to worry a subject to death. "Okay, I want to see each of you clean your gun, but for God's sake, make sure you check the cylinder and aim the muzzle at the ground to check the chamber before you begin."

Agatha grimaced. Would she ever forget that first day of practice? When he'd told them to put their guns down in preparation of learning how to clean them, she'd been grateful, as the revolver was heavy. She'd never considered that the gun wasn't empty. She'd dropped it onto the ground and then screamed when it discharged, the bullet coming within a foot of her husband's leg. He hadn't flown into a rage, though she'd burst into tears at the thought of how close she'd come to seriously injuring, or even perhaps killing him. Though not one of them had belittled her, they hadn't needed to. It was a long time before she could calm down enough to where she felt she could pick the gun up again.