The Cowboy's One Night Bride (6 page)

“The clasp is fastened and locked with a key. When he gets erect, the device bites into his skin. He is unable to take it off, so he has to either find a way to douse his arousal or else face the painful sensation of a thousand sharp needles pricking down on his most sensitive part.”

Anthony’s voice trailed off as he took in the expression on her face. Time to reign her in.

“I know what you’re thinking,” he growled suddenly, making her jump guiltily. “I keep an extra copy of the key on me at all times. In case you were thinking of anything funny, this particular collection ought to dissuade you.”

Leading her roughly over to the far end of the room, he saw her eyes widen.

“I call this my wall of pain,” Anthony smirked. He pointed to a series of wooden canes in increasing thickness. “Those are willow canes. The thick ones are pretty painful, but it’s the thin ones that really raise welts on the skin.” Putting his hands on her shoulders as she recoiled, he turned her slightly to the left.

“Horsetail whips.”

“And these,” he continued, “are Japanese shibari rope. Perfect for restraining a disobedient wife who has committed an infraction.”

Gianna was silent for a long while before she spoke.

“And using these things to inflict pain … it gives you …
joy
?” She spat the word as though it was an expletive. 

Anthony ran his hands through his hair.

“It gives me control, so yes, I do enjoy that. But these are all for your pleasure.”

“How can any of that give me pleasure?” she shot back at him. Looking at him with thinly veiled hostility, she shook her head.

“The canes and whips, in fact, spanking in general,” Anthony explained, “can inflict a lot of hurt if I will them to. You’ll remember that, from your experience yesterday.” He leered at her as she cringed away from him.

“But when I’m not using them to discipline you, you’d be amazed at the new heights of sensation that they can bring you, the thrill you can get from submitting yourself to me.”

“I seriously doubt that,” Gianna grimaced.

Anthony quirked up the corner of his mouth.

“Choose a toy from this room, and I’ll show you how pleasurable it can be for you.”

Gianna’s eyes shone, but before she could take that notion any further, Anthony warningly growled at her. “I
will
use the canes on you.”

Hissing at him, Gianna folded her arms over her chest.

“I refuse,” she haughtily declared. “I refuse to choose, because none of them interest me.”

“Oh Gianna,” Anthony laughed. “You seem to think that you have a choice. Choose something, or I’ll discipline you for your bad behavior.”

Tugging her to him, he held her close as he nibbled at her earlobe. She stomped on his foot in retaliation and he bit her shoulder hard, causing her to cry out in pain. Bending her elbow behind her back, he growled at her.

“You are my wife, and you will obey me. Now choose.”

He released her and pushed her forward. Staring daggers at him, Gianna walked around the room before going to the first chest. Retrieving the dildo, she passed it to him, keeping her eyes fiercely on the ground.

“Good choice,” Anthony smirked.

“Are you sure it’s clean?” she grumbled as he lifted the skirt of her dress up. He ran his hands up her inner thighs, parting her legs.

“I keep everything in this room sterilized, Gianna. Now, kneel.”

Rolling her eyes, Gianna dropped into a mocking curtsy before kneeling. Anthony was amazed by her bravado. Many of the other women he had brought into this room had quaked with fear but Gianna just met everything head-on despite her obvious distaste. He felt his groin awaken at the sight of her in such a submissive position.

He bent down and lifted her dress over her head, so that she was stark naked.

“Put your hands on your ankles,” he ordered as he reached for the shibari rope.

Tying her hands to her ankles, he skillfully fastened the knots.

“Now there’s a good girl,” he murmured into her ear and he tweaked one of her soft nipples none too gently as she hissed in reluctant pleasure.

Pushing her down so that she lay with her feet in the air, he spread her legs apart so that her glistening vulva was completely exposed.

Anthony brought the dildo down and rubbed it against her clit. The protruding knobs on the cold surface made her cry out. He grinned as he brought it down towards her entrance, coating it in the slick moisture of her arousal.

“This needs to be well lubricated before it goes inside you,” he grinned as he rotated it against her pussy lips. “It feels exquisite, does it not?” He murmured as he watched her squirm. “Every knob, every bump, rubbing against your sensitive skin. Imagine how it would feel inside you.”

Anthony felt his erection straining against his pants as Gianna moaned incessantly. Releasing his dick from his pants, he brought it up to her mouth.

“Suck,” he commanded. To his surprise, she wrapped her mouth around him and obeyed. She must have been more aroused than he thought. He gasped as her teeth scrapped against his dick and pulled her hair until she released him.

“That’s enough,” Anthony snapped. Stroking himself, he returned his attention to her private area. As he positioned the dildo at her entrance, she widened her eyes.

“But the balls …”

“We’ll keep the balls in,” he told her as he lustily eyed her opening.

Bending down, he closed his mouth around her clitoris, causing her to erupt into a series of high-pitched, desperate mews. At that moment, he stuck the entire dildo into her, making her scream from the abruptness.

“Anthony!”

He thrust the dildo in and out of her tight cavern as it hit against the internal balls. Her naked breasts rose with the exertion of her intensified breathing. Just as she tensed her body, he stopped all movement.

“Fuck!”

Gianna cried out in frustration as her impending orgasm subsided. He licked her nipples softly as he felt her breathing slow.

“Frustrating, isn’t it?” He whispered into her ear.

“Fuck you,” she spat at him. Anthony laughed.

“Here,” he untied her hands from her ankles and pressed the dildo into her hand. Meeting her surprised glance, Anthony grinned wolfishly at her.

“Go crazy,” he mouthed, sitting back to watch the show.

With her hands free, Gianna hesitantly inserted the dildo into herself. As she quickened the pace, Anthony mirrored her actions with his hands on his own cock, pumping desperately as he watched his young wife pleasure herself in such a wanton fashion.

“Play with your clit,” he rasped. Gianna took his advice and rubbed her pleasure nub with her free hand. Her face went slack with pleasure as she moaned loudly.

“Mmmio Dioooo!” She emitted a wrangled cry as she violently came. While she was convulsing from the intensity of her orgasm, Anthony walked over to her and chased his own release, aiming for her face.

With a shout, he felt his cock tense before his seed erupted from it. “Swallow, little wildcat, swallow every drop,” he grunted as he spewed the thick, creamy liquid all over her pretty mouth. 

As he sank down beside her, he ran his finger absentmindedly through her soft pubic curls. “We’ll have to get down to pruning this one day. I like my women smooth and hairless.”

Anthony was caught by surprise as she swatted at his hand. Shooting a poisonous glare at him, she got up, grabbed hold of her dress and stormed out of the room.

Raising his eyes to heaven, Anthony quipped to the empty room:

“Was it something I said?”

Chapter 6

As Gianna washed herself up, she couldn’t even look at herself in the mirror.

I can’t believe I … oh God.

The implications of her actions in Anthony’s study had sunk in the moment she had roused herself from her orgasmic mist. The brute had been smiling with such satisfaction that she wanted to slap him. Instead, she had gathered her dress and stormed back to the bedroom, slamming the door behind her.

As she dressed herself for the second time that morning, she sighed.
Why does he have such a hold over me?
For some reason, she found herself capitulating to his commands and treatments over and over again. No doubt, she had managed to find her release but as soon as the pleasure faded away, it left her feeling dirty and debased.

Gianna put her face in her hands. Just as she planned to spend a moment to wallow, the doorknob turned and the brute entered.

She looked at him with such furious intensity that she couldn’t believe that he hadn’t gone up in flames. Instead, he smiled broadly at her.

“I have a gift for you.”

“If it has anything to do with what’s between your legs, read my lips. I’m not interested!” she snapped in a snarky way.

Lifting his eyebrows, Anthony revealed what he had behind his back. He tossed the objects over to Gianna and she instinctively caught them. A pair of leather boots in soft, calfskin leather.

“I had these made for you, based on your own footwear. I’d like to take you on a tour of my land today and those satin slippers of yours would not last a moment on the prairie.”

Gianna reluctantly pulled them on, discovering to her amazement that they were a perfect fit. She stood up and walked a couple of steps in them. They molded themselves perfectly to her feet and gave her a nice amount of traction.

“These are great, thank you,” she murmured reluctantly. Anthony grinned and held out his hand.

“Will you join me, my little wildcat?”

Anthony took her reluctantly proffered hand and in a brusque action, yanked her towards him. Squeaking in surprise, she collided with his hard chest. Her green eyes flashing with anger, she shot him a poisonous stare as the brute chuckled and draped a heavy arm around her shoulder.

“Come now, there is much to be seen today.”

Gianna’s body tensed as she prepared to shrug him off but paused when she saw a sudden dark glint in her eyes.
He wants me to fight him
, she realized. Suddenly it dawned on her. Ever since she had arrived, the older man had been deliberately baiting her hot temper. True enough, she had struck out on every occasion, which inevitably led to her debasement.
That wily fox, he’s trying to trigger me into giving him a reason to punish me!
The new knowledge gave her a feeling of empowerment that strangely tickled her. Without her realizing it, the corner of her lip curled up. Anthony raised an eyebrow.

“Well, what amuses you?”

Gianna bit her tongue and cursed herself. She couldn’t be an open book, not in front of this nosey old man. Still, this was a pivotal moment. She finally had a better understanding of the way he operated and she was determined not to let that go to waste.
Win the battle, lose the war
, she told herself. In an overly coy fashion, she looked up at his stormy blue eyes from beneath her long lashes. This earned her a quizzical look. She smiled saccharinely at him.

“It’s just such lovely weather for a busy day.”

For a moment, his nose crinkled in confusion. Then the brute smoothed out his expression and guffawed loudly.

“Indeed, it is, my wildcat. Indeed, it is.”

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A low hum filled the terse summer air as Anthony led his young wife across the prairie. He knew she was up to something but for some inexplicable reason, he felt as carefree as a lark. Giving her a sideways glance, he half smiled as he watched the little battle she had going on. Throughout their walk, she had been trying so hard to maintain a bored expression, but she couldn’t hide the wonderment which fluttered across her face every time she saw something of interest. The first time it happened, she had seen a fox’s brush weaving through the long grass and gave a delighted cry, which she tried to disguise with a cough. Suppressing his amusement at her silly attempt, he gravely offered her his handkerchief, which she accepted with great reluctance. It was as though she had been handed a dead rat. He felt a sudden affection towards her, which he hurriedly tried to quell. His curious little minx was so disarming and he knew he couldn’t afford to relinquish the control he had over her. 

Love makes you weak
, he reminded himself sternly.

“What is that sound?” Her curious voice cut into his train of thought and he turned towards her. The humming had gotten louder and her bright eyes were darting in every direction to locate the source. She looked like an excited chipmunk.

“Those would be the bees.”

“The bees?”

“Yes. Honey has proven to be quite a lucrative trade, so I had the bees imported. We’re a distance from the farm where I keep them.”

“Oh, oh! Can we go see?”

Gianna clapped her hands in excitement and Anthony stared in surprise. He hadn’t seen her so alight before. Her eyes sparkled in the bright Nevada sunlight and her long, dark hair was windswept. She looked so effortlessly young and beautiful, as though she had just tumbled out of bed. His bed. He felt a sudden tightness in his breeches. Christ, not in the middle of his own bleeding property. He awkwardly cleared his throat.

“I don’t want you getting too close to the bees. We’re not outfitted properly.” Her lips pouted prettily, making his groin twitch. Anthony groaned inwardly and shuffled his weight to hide the tent in his pants.

“Look, the bees are active at this point in the day. I don’t know about you, but I want to be the only one who leaves marks on your body!” he snapped a little more harshly than he intended. He regretted it immediately as Gianna’s eyes widened in hurt. The excitement on her face was replaced with her usual surly expression.

“Well, what does Sir propose that we do then? Should I clad myself in armor every time I leave the house? God forbid that my skin ever be tainted. Oh no, this canvas is exclusively reserved for your personal debasement – oh!”

She yelped as she tripped on a loose rock. As she lost her balance, she grabbed wildly at his vest. Caught by surprise, Anthony was tugged down with her. They landed on the soft grass with a thump. He managed to prevent himself from falling on her by digging his palms into the ground.

“Are you alright?” He looked over her form in concern. Her face was turned away from him and her body was shaking. Was she injured?

“Gianna!”

She turned towards him and he realized that she was shaking with mirth. She was breathless with laughter.

Anthony felt untethered. He ought to have been incensed. First she had spoken so rudely to him and then her clumsiness had caused him to fall. And yet, for some reason, he didn’t feel angry at all. In fact, as he looked down upon her heaving bosom, he felt overwhelmed by a completely different emotion. One that was distinctively more carnal. 

“Well, this is an interesting turn of his events.” He grinned.

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Gianna’s heart sank as her laughter cut off. It had been surprisingly funny, especially when Anthony lost his irritating sense of composure and tumbled so clumsily. However, this position put her at a disadvantage. She was trapped within his arms, his face just inches away. Their lips were so close that he just had to lean forward to kiss her. By his smug tone, she knew he was aware of this and she cursed herself for landing herself in this position again.

“Let me up,” Gianna demanded tersely, deciding to hedge her luck as she hoped to avoid yet another unwelcome sexual coupling.

“But why should I, little wildcat? I’m finding this position … very convenient.” His voice was warm as molasses, and filled with such obvious intent that it made Gianna shiver despite the afternoon heat. 

“You see, it allows me to do this.” Leaning forward, he planted a strangely chaste kiss on her nose. It was so unlike his usual brutish ways that Gianna found herself staring straight into his eyes. His pupils were so dilated that his blue eyes appeared black.

“And it allows me to do this,” he murmured as his lips traveled sideways towards her ear. He gently nipped on her earlobe, sending a frisson of sensation down her spine. Nuzzling her hair, he sighed softly.

“Your hair is so soft.”

Oh, this was unexpected. Gianna found her heartbeat quicken a little. At such close proximity, she could smell him, a heady mix of bourbon and masculine musk. His body was hard and she could feel the outline of muscles across his back. His shirt had come untucked, possibly in the scuffle before they fell. Suddenly curious, she roamed her hands over and they came into contact with his body. This was the first time she touched him voluntarily and she marveled at how pleasant contact with him could be when she wasn’t trying to fight him off. His skin felt smooth and warm, covered in a light sheen of perspiration.

He furrowed his brow at her touch, and with a sudden sense of urgency, he lowered himself on his elbows and began kissing her throat. His fingers wandered to her collar and began unbuttoning her blouse. Gianna knew she ought to try and stop him, but for some inexplicable reason, she didn’t want to. Her toes curled in anticipation as he pulled her blouse open, exposing the top of her breasts. She moaned as he ran his tongue over her skin, tracing her cleavage. He ran his fingers lightly over her nipples, the heat from his skin burning through the thin cotton fabric. It sent an electric jolt through her somewhere down south. She was suddenly aware of his erection, pressing against her thighs.

“Oh, Gianna.”

The sound of her name at his lips was surprisingly arousing. His voice was low and guttural, laced with a need that mirrored her own. His fingers moved down her tummy, and came to rest at the apex of her thighs. He lifted her skirt, and expertly located her sweet spot. Moving his finger in a slow, deliberate circle, he teased her as she moaned. It felt so good. She bucked her hips in an attempt to encourage him to go a little faster, to press a little harder. Remembering the pleasure that had exploded through her the previous night, she suddenly decided that she wanted a reprise. Her hands wandered over to his member, and she stroked it tentatively through his jeans. The groan that he emitted made her feel strangely powerful and she found herself reaching to unclasp his belt buckle. She felt him stiffen.

“Stop.”

His command was low but definite. He rolled off her and lay on his back. Devoid of his weight over her, Gianna felt exposed and more than a little deprived. She was frustrated with him for disallowing her release and even more frustrated with herself for wanting that release. Making an irritated noise, she suddenly propped herself up.

Anthony turned towards her, no doubt surprised by her sudden motion. Before he could figure out what her intentions were, she threw herself at him.

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Anthony couldn’t wrap his mind around what was happening. First, he had been overwhelmed with a desire to make long, gentle love to her and more surprisingly, for the first time, she seemed to reciprocate willingly. The emotions that washed over him were so strong that he felt completely off balance. He had to force himself off her before he fell prey to them.

Yet there she was now, straddling him. She slowly rubbed her crotch along the length of his erection and he could feel how warm and moist she was even through the layers of cloth between them. She was so ready. Her eyes were closed and her mouth slack with desire as she dry humped him. Wait.
She
was humping
him
? A familiar anger muted his desire and he sat up suddenly. Grabbing her hands, he looked hard into her surprised eyes.

“And just what do you think you’re doing?”

His heart sank a little as he watched the hurt expression that washed over her face.

“I … I don’t know.”

The honesty in her answer was so unnerving. He clenched his teeth in exasperation.

“That’s not a good answer.” He tightened his grip, just short of the point where he knew it would hurt.

“I thought … we were … I wanted …” For once it seemed as though his little wildcat was at a loss for words as she stuttered nervously. The vulnerability didn’t last though. Her face darkened as she began to regain control of herself. 

“Well, I’ve made quite the fool of myself!” she snapped as she wrenched herself from his grip and pushed herself up. Standing, she dusted the grass off her skirt and strode away from him at a brisk pace. Growling at her audacity, he sprang up after her. She shrieked as he caught up to her and heaved her over his shoulder. Batting her hands against his back, she kicked and struggled as he carried her back in the direction of the hotel.

“The people will see, they will see! Let me go!” she demanded as she dug her nails into his skin. He winced from her savagery. Angered and aroused, he laid a resounding slap on her rear, shocking a yelp out of her. She resumed her struggle with a renewed vigor, inadvertently rubbing her ample bosoms against his face.