Page 59 of Keeping His Brat

He let a wicked smile creep across his lips as he gave her a hard stare. “I think I’ll make you work for this one.”

The way her eyes went wide, and her lips parted was beautiful. The shiver that rolled through her body caused her nipples to crinkle and tighten. His cock jerked, struggling to rise even though it had only been a few minutes since they’d finished.

He chuckled. That was okay, it would be ready before too long. He slid off the bed and when he came back, he was holding a silken coil of rope and a crop with a wide leather slapper. “Hope you weren’t planning to sleep much tonight …”

Chapter 17

Charlie yelped when Sam startled her awake with a hard slap to her ass. “Time to get up, Charlie.” His voice sounded too loud for so early in the morning. She groaned and pulled a pillow over her head.

Which was promptly ripped away as a harder swat landed on her bare ass. The blankets had gone somewhere and though she felt around desperately she couldn’t find them. After the third slap she finally sat up and stared at him through blurry eyes.

“What time is it?”

“Early. Up, shower if you’re going to, and get dressed. We’re heading over to the barn and trust me when I say you don’t want to delay.”

He was already dressed and holding a cup of coffee. How was hesowide awake when they’d been up half the night? Just the memory of the night before started a low pulse between her thighs. He’d begun by spreading her wide open and then alternated licking her, with slapping her wet pussy with the triangular leather flap.

Her body had been so confused with the opposing sensations that when the orgasm finally came, it was from the slap and not his tongue. While her muscles were still shaking and pulling against the ropes that had her tied open, he slid a vibrator into her slick entrance and turned it on.

It was too much, and she’d practically levitated off the bed until he’d distracted her. With her core filled with the evil, wonderful buzzing toy, he was planning to use her other hole for his pleasure.

Sam’s well-oiled fingers pressed against the tight ring of muscle and began to stretch her, prepping her for something bigger to invade her ass. He’d promised to claim all three holes when he got home from the hospital, and now he was following up on that. She was glad. Something about anal sex made her feel extra submissive and she needed that to get things back on track.

And she did enjoy it, especially when he used a vibrator on her too. There were times when he did a little less prep so that it bordered just on the edge of pain. He had to be more careful then, but it made her feel more … claimed. Morehisin some strange way.

She loved the sensation of him having to really work his way in when she was a little tighter. He had chosen that last night. Opened her up just enough to ease his progress and then he’d slowly, inch by inch, taken her. The stretching and the low burning ache had her muscles tensing to slow his progress, but when she tightened around his length she also tightened around the vibrator.

The resulting orgasm had her crying out in mixed pleasure and pain. He took advantage of that moment when she was fully relaxed, to thrust all the way into her depths. He stopped then, holding back even though it was a visible strain, so she could adjust to the fullness.

The vibrator increased that feeling and it made it impossible to think about anything but what he was doing to her. Her world narrowed until it held nothing but him and what he was doing to her. She could hear the ragged sounds of her breathing as she panted and the slap of their bodies as he began to move in and out of her, but they felt distant and removed.

Sam took his time with the claiming. He used the vibrator to bring her to orgasm over and over, while holding himself back so he could continue to thrust and invade her deepest places. She was limp and overloaded with pleasure long before he was done, reduced to small whimpers as he used her body.

When he finally slid out of her, she felt a weird emptiness like her bowels were gaping and hollowed out. He’d untied her then and slowly massaged her arms and legs until the pretty rope marks started to fade.

She hadn’t been coherent enough to form words for a long time, but he cared for her until she came back to herself. They talked about small things for a while before they’d fallen asleep. She wasn’t sure when, but it was very late.

Of course, she didn’t regret the fun night, but Charlie hadn’t expected the rude pre-dawn awakening. Her body still ached, especially her ass and she was tired. All she wanted was to go back to sleep. Instead, she found herself being herded to the main barn.

“Sam, no one is even here yet. Why did we have to come in so early?” It was more of a whine than a question.

“You don’t want the hands here for this, Charlie.” He laughed.

She didn’t feel much like laughing, and now she had that uh-oh feeling in her stomach. Punishment. He’d said he was going to punish her in the morning.

While they usually did that at home, Sam liked to mix things up occasionally. It wouldn’t be the first time she found herself being punished in the barn, probably not the last either if what he knew about Nick and his wife was true.

She didn’t bother to argue. She knew it wouldn’t do any good. All she could do was wait and wonder what he had in store for her. At least she knew it wouldn’t be a saddle stand. The last of the old-fashioned wooden ones was in their cabin. The new ones weren’t any good at all for bending someone over luckily.

She hadn’t really thought that would save her. Barns had way too many useful places to dole out a spanking, and she’d experienced most of them.

This time, Sam was apparently too tired to get creative. He brought her into his office and told her to drop her jeans and bend over the desk. He went around to open the drawer and pulled out a thick wooden paddle.

She winced when she saw it. She’d felt it across her ass before and it left a deep-down ache that lasted. Her bottom lip trembled, and she turned a look of repentant woe on Sam. “Daddy, please. We don’t need the paddle.”

Apparently, he was too tired to argue either. “You have ten seconds to get those jeans down and bend over the desk or I’m doubling your punishment.”

She gasped and her hands flew to her button before her mind had even engaged. Seconds later she was belly down to the desk and Sam was standing behind her gently tapping the paddle across the seat of her panties. She was under no delusion that they’d stay up much longer.

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