The Wildcat that Tamed the Tycoon (11 page)

She sighed and started to feel
slightly lightheaded and slumped over to lay her head on her arms.  Thomas
immediately rushed to the study and knocked on the door.

“Yes, Thomas.”  Logan acknowledged him
when he peeped around the door.

“I think you better take the little
lady back to bed.  She is sleeping on her arms on the counter.  I think she is
still a little weak.”

Logan jumped up from the chair
immediately and rushed to the kitchen.  She startled when he picked her up in
his arms and complained immediately.

“I can walk!  I just waited for you to
…”

“Please stop your whining, Madison. I
don’t have the energy for it today.”

“Whining!  Put me down!  I don’t want
you to waste your precious energy carrying me around!”

“Hallo Maddy.  How are you feeling?”

Madison blushed and desperately pulled
at the hem of Logan’s tee-shirt she wore; certain it was not covering
everything it should.

He chuckled and whispered in her ear. 
“Don’t worry, Wildcat, I won’t leave your butt bare for others to ogle at. 
That privilege is for me alone.”

She nearly strangled in indignation,
but glanced at the three men standing behind them.

“Morning, Mr. Dalton.  I am feeling
better, thank you.”

“I just want to thank you for what you
did yesterday.  Even the guys at Keller already know about it.  You’ve become a
Dalton Oil celebrity overnight, my dear girl.”

She blushed.  “That was not the
intention.  I only wanted to help.”

“Enough of this chit chats.  She needs
to rest and I am not strong enough to stand here with her in my arms while you
exchange niceties.”   Logan deliberately taunted her.

She gasped and glared at him.  “Are
you saying I am fat?”

He sighed and started climbing the
stairs.  “I didn’t say that.”   But the humor was clear in his voice.

“I’ll have you know I weigh fifteen
pounds less than I should for my body build!”

“Then I will instruct Thomas
immediately to start feeding you more.  I don’t want it known that my employees
are underfed.”

“Oh … go to blazes, Logan Dalton.  And
I am not staying in your room!  Take me to one of the spare rooms!”

“Good Lord, don’t you ever stop
whining?”

“I am not whining.  I am stating a
fact!”

“Then stop stating bloody facts! 
You’re giving me a headache and no, you are not staying in another room!”

Their bickering voices disappeared the
further they moved down the passage and Shane chuckled.  He shook his head.

“Yeah … the cracks are showing!”

“Do you really think so?”   Jonathan
asked with a hopeful expression on his face.

“Oh, definitely, Dad … most
definitely.  He just told me yesterday he has no intention of ever bringing her
to his bed and lo and behold … where did he take her when we walked through the
door?”

By
Sunday afternoon Madison had enough of the bed and the four walls of Logan’s
bedroom.  Apart from sleeping with her the night before, he stayed away from
her.  Every time she looked in his eyes, she saw anger lurking in its depths. 
He was clearly nursing his anger and only waited until she was better to
release it upon her.

Her body ached with need.  He held her
in his arms the whole night, after he ripped the tee-shirt she wore over her
head.  Pressed skin to skin to him was torture. Every time he moved her skin
sizzled, yet he seemed unaffected.  She grumbled irritably and sat up on the
bed.  Logan just left the room with the dirty lunch dishes.  She got up from
the bed and quickly grabbed another of his large tee-shirts from his cupboard
and pulled it over head and stumped her feet into her dirty Cats boots.  She
was going home! 

However much she made up her mind to
go back to her cottage, she was very cautious.  If only she could get out and
away from the house before he noticed her.  Both Shane and Jonathan were still
there and she could hear them at the swimming pool.    She slid down the stairs
and headed for the kitchen only the freeze in her steps when she noticed Thomas
still cleaning up.  She sighed and headed for the den on the opposite side from
the pool.  She sighed in relief when she saw the big glass sliding door’s key
in the lock.  She unlocked it quickly and slipped through the door.  She
giggled and felt like a thief in the night as she huddled the wall then ran
down the side path towards the barn where the horses were kept.

She knew the cottage was approximately
two kilometers from the main house and set off through the long grass and trees
in that direction.  Hopefully her sense of direction would not lead her
astray.  She was halfway - in her estimation – when she heard the thunder of a
horse closing in on her and she stopped in her tracks.  Her shoulders slumped
and she sighed.  She did not have to turn around to know who just drew a
snorting horse to a stop behind her.

“You just don’t know when to quit, do
you?”

Logan’s voice was very soft and
sounded very, very angry.  Madison cringed.  Just what she needed; to anger him
even more!  She refused to turn around and threw her arms in the air with
despondency.

“I only want to go to my place so I
can get some clothes on!  I am fine!  I don’t need to be held hostage in the
bed anymore!”

Logan nudged the horse around in front
of her and glared down at her.  The horse was massive and seemed to glare just
as angrily at her and she took a careful step back.

Jeez … talk about your animals taking
on your characteristics!  One glaring testosterone male was intimidating
enough, but two … scary overload!

Her eyes rose to meet his and she
gestured to the horse.   “Did you train him to imitate your glares? Or does it
come naturally to both of you?”

“I repeat … you really don’t know when
to quit!  Come here!”  He held his hand out but she took another step back,
ignoring the tightening of his lips.

“Now Babe, here’s the thing …
generally I don’t mind horsies … I can even ride them, but this … monster of
yours is scarier than even you!”

“Are you scared of me, Madison?”

“Ehhm … should I be?”

He sat looking down at her with an
expressionless face, his eyes green as laser bolts.  He did not even try to
hide the anger and it glittered hard in his eyes.

“What do you think?”

“After Friday and what happened, I …
dammit Logan, it’s not fair!  I knew what I was doing and nothing happened! No
one got hurt!”

His expression did not change.  He
held out his hand.  “Come here!”

“No!  I want to go to my place!”

“Which is exactly where I plan on
taking you.”

She looked at him with disbelief. 
“Really?  You’re not going to just turn around and take me back to your house
once I am on that horse?”

“Now why would I do that?  It is time
for you to learn that I do not take kindly to reckless and irresponsible
behavior.  Both my Dad and Shane are there and I refuse to be forced to stop
because they feel sorry for you.”

“Why … wo … would they feel sorry for
me?”

“Your screams would draw a lot of
attention and they might feel it necessary to try and stop me.”

“My screams … Logan …”  

She heard enough and with a spurt of
speed, spun around and ran towards the trees.  Within two meters she felt
Logan’s hard arm go around her waist as he leaned down from the horse and
plucked her from the ground.  She screamed and kicked.  He ignored her and
swung her over his lap like a bag of potatoes, with her legs swinging on one
side of the horse and her arms on the other facing down.  He pressed his hand
down on her lower back and kicked the horse to a fast canter.

Logan was deaf to her screams, threats
and smiled when she started begging.  He leaned forward and bit her on her neck
and she stopped screaming.

“I suggest you save you’re begging for
later, Wildcat.  You are going to need it.”

“Logan, please, I am sorry!  I will
never do something like that again!”

“Ahhh … how sweet!  Much too early to
make that promise Madison.  I will only believe it once you have suffered
enough to really mean it.”

Much too soon they arrived at the
cottage and Logan jumped from the horse.  She shrieked when he lifted her from
the horse to throw her over his shoulder.  He rapped the horse on its flank and
he cantered back in the direction they came from.  Logan strode into her
cottage with long strides, directly to her bedroom and dumped her on the bed.

She held out her hands in front of
her.  “Babe please!  I don’t do well with hidings!  I can’t stand the pain!”

He barked a laugh and stood looking
down at her with his legs spread and his hands on his hips.

“Well, that is good to know.  Hidings
definitely have their place and time.  This however, is not one of them.”

Her eyes widened and she pulled her
legs up against her chest and wrapped her arms around her knees.  He smiled;
she looked like a scared little girl.

“Then what …”

His eyes kept hers hostage and she saw
the fury slowly building in their depths.  It seems every time he thought back
on what happened he became angrier.

“Get naked, Madison.”

Her eyes widened.  She looked into his
eyes and saw he was dead serious.  Whatever he intended was punishment and she
got scared.  What if he secretly had BDSM tendencies?  She couldn’t do that! 
She was a baby when it came to pain and she just knew she couldn’t do it.

“Logan, please!  It is not just
hidings. I don’t do any pain well!”

He frowned and then barked a harsh
laugh.

“Honey, believe me … this is not going
to be a lesson in BDSM.  I don’t believe in pain to achieve pleasure.  But … by
the time I am done, you would wish I’d rather do.  Now, do as I say.  I am not
going to tell you again!”

She looked at him for a moment longer
and realized his mind was set.  Even though he set her mind at ease that he was
not going to hurt her, she was scared.  Not knowing what to expect was even
worse.  Whatever he intended, she was going to suffer … she just did not know
how.

She unfolded her legs and pulled off
the boots and threw them on the floor.  She gripped the hem of the shirt and
pulled it over her head and it followed the boots to the floor.  She felt his
eyes on her and she held her breath.

“Now undress me.”

Her eyes shot to him, but his face was
still expressionless, his eyes still shards of anger splintering her way.  She
crawled to the side of the bed and stood slowly.  She started with his shirt
and unbuttoned it to slowly slip it down his shoulders and let it drop to the
floor.  He slipped his sneakers off and waited.  She took a deep breath,
unbuckled his belt and snapped his jeans open then slowly pushed it over his
hips and down his legs.  He stepped out of them and she threw them on the chair
in the corner.  Her eyes rose to his and she winced.  Lord he was so angry!

“You’re not done.”

She took a deep breath and grabbed his
jockeys and pulled them down his legs and they followed the same path as his
jeans.  She turned to face him and forced her hands not to cross over her body
to cover it from his hot eyes scorching up and down every inch of her.  She
noticed with dread that his shaft was only semi-aroused and she winced when
realization hit her and she knew what he was about to do.

“No!”   She screeched and swung
around, but his hands caught her by her shoulders.  She looked into his eyes
and shook her head.  “No, you can’t!  Please don’t do that to me!”

He smirked.  “You are very perceptive,
my dear.  Too perceptive.  You just took away half of the fun!”

“How … what did you take?”

“Does it matter?”

Her eyes begged his and she shook her
head.  “Logan, please rather give me a hiding!  With a belt if you want to!  I
… you can’t do that to me … not you …”

He stroked tenderly down her cheek,
but the anger in his eyes remained hard and unrelenting. 

“A hiding is not going to teach you
the lesson you need to be taught.  You are too willful by far.  You acted
recklessly and irresponsibly.  You put the lives of two of my men and your own
at risk.  It is something I will not, no, I cannot allow to happen again.”

“It won’t!  I promise it won’t. 
Logan, I knew what I was doing.  I would not have done it otherwise.”

“Really?  Have you tried that maneuver
before?”

Her expression was answer enough.

“No?  I did not think so; therefore
you did not know what you were doing.  You had no idea it would really work!
Apart from that … you were on top of a burning oil well and that is something
you know nothing about!  From the moment you lowered that damn chopper so close
I waited for that fire chute!  I knew it would happen … you didn’t!  You never
play around a fire in an oil well, Madison, NEVER!  It is unpredictable.  You
should have known that!  You were given the full induction on do’s and don’ts. 
You were given a directive before you got in that chopper, which you discarded
and decided you knew better!”

He shook her in his anger and she
sobbed as the tears fell down her cheeks.  “I am sorry!”   His anger was too
strong to be swayed by her tears.

“Yes, my dear.  You will be sorry by
sunrise tomorrow.”

Her eyes widened and she shook her
head through her tears.  “No, no, no … you can’t … not until the morning! 
Please!”

He lowered his head and said very
softly through his teeth.  “You better pray that the effect has worn off by
then, Madison, because I won’t stop until it does.  Then … and only then, will
you use your body to beg my forgiveness!”

She gasped and anger reverberated
through her.

“You … you’re going to torture me for
hours on end with the sole aim to feed my need and desire for you with no
release and then you want me … you expect me to … to whore myself on you!”

“You really are clever, my dear.  Now,
you have wasted enough time.”

She struggled and tried to pull away
from him, but he only chuckled and pulled her tight against his naked body. 
She whimpered when she did not feel his usual strong and hard arousal against
her stomach. 
He really was going to do this to me!  Oh God … he was going
to kill me!
  Her body’s reaction to his hands and mouth was always
instantaneous and she lost total control of her own body.

His head lowered and he kissed her
with a hard and cold deliberateness until she opened her lips under his probing
tongue.  He pushed deep into the recesses of her mouth, probing and stroking
her tongue, tangling, pulling and sucking it into his mouth.  His mouth slanted
over hers, first this way and that as if he couldn’t get enough and he fed
greedily on her lips.  When he pulled away she leaned weakly against his strong
body, her hands gripped his sides and her body flustered with need.

“It is going to be very effective
indeed, Wildcat.  You’ve not had any since Houston.  How much do you need it,
Wildcat?”

“I don’t need IT!  I need you!  Only
you!”

His heart missed a beat at her
passionate plea, but then he saw the fire chute hurling towards her in the
chopper and his anger churned higher inside him.

“Get on the bed.”

“Babe … I beg of you!”

“On the bed, Madison!”

She realized that no amount of
pleading was going to sway him so she quietly slid on the bed and moved to the
center of the big king size bed.  She closed her eyes and lay back with her
hands folded on her waist.

“Open your eyes and look at me.”

She refused and kept her eyelids
tightly closed.  He sighed.  “You can make this as easy or as difficult for
yourself as you want to.  The choice is yours.  If you oppose every instruction
I give you, I guess we will do it the hard way.  Last change, Madison.  Open
your eyes.”