“On your knees,” he said softly, and freed himself from his trousers.

She knelt, a supplicant come to the temple to worship her god. Her hands stroked his cock, sliding over the heated flesh while she looked to him for guidance. Her body buzzed with desire. He let her fingers slide over him for a moment, and then brushed them aside to grip his cock. She let her hands drop.

“You want this?”
On her knees, his rod was right at her face. She kept her head back to look into his eyes.  “Yes.”

“Truly?” His eyebrow mocked her. His hand slid up and down. “You want me to keep you? To train you to please me?”

There was nothing in her mind but need. Desire took over, causing her breasts to swell and her nipples to harden into points. Watching him fist his own cock, she licked her lips. “Yes, Jesse. Please.”

“You belong to me. Say it.”

“I belong to you.”

He lowered his cock closer to her face, his breath coming fast and hard. “Kiss it.”

With a little sigh, Susannah pressed her lips against him, feeling the wet drop on her lips. He pulled away before she could lap at the dew collected there, and she licked her lips again instead, her big blue eyes gazing up at him, begging for more.

His eyes narrowed. “Undo your dress.” His stern expression waited while she struggled to obey, twisting her arms behind her. “Draw it down. Pull out your breasts.”

She did so, laying her breasts on top of her loosened garments like an offering. Never had she felt such an intense ache, a desperate desire to please someone. He nodded his approval and she felt herself melt. “Whenever you pleasure me on your knees, you will bare yourself to me.”

He moved away from her then, circling her while she remained on her knees, breasts heaving with her breath. Even out here in the wild, kneeling in the middle of a field with the trees and sky around her, she had no thought for how exposed she was. Did she please him?

His voice cracked like a whip. “Pinch your nipples. Hurt yourself for me.”

She did so, amazed at how the short pain shot straight to her secret places. Arousal flooded through her, washing any trace of hesitation away. There was no thought, no Susannah, just pure need and wanting. He stopped in front of her again and she looked up at him with half lidded eyes, her breath coming in short pants. The side of his lip curled up.

He stepped forward and presented his cock to her lips. “You may please me.”

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On her way to marry a man she’s never met, Susannah’s stagecoach is robbed by a tall, dark-haired outlaw.  When she tries to stop him, her struggles only lead to a humiliating bare-bottom spanking at his hands. Eventually, he lets her go, but she can’t stop thinking of him, even dreaming about him right up to her wedding day.

In fact, her new groom looks a lot like the black-haired rogue…

Jesse Oberon Wilder made a bet with his brother that he could marry by summer. That gives him enough time to carry out his plan to destroy the man who’s threatened his family. But when his plans lead him to rob his mail order bride’s stagecoach, he realizes that not everything can be solved by riding a horse or shooting a gun.

Will Jesse’s plans of revenge cost him the woman of his dreams?  Or can true love tame a rogue?

This stand-alone book is set in the 1860s Wild West and contains domestic discipline scenes, including over-the-knee spankings with a hand and a quirt.

The Rocky Mountain Bride Series follows the lives of mail order brides and the strong frontier men who take them in hand.

 

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