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Authors: Vanessa Vale
Lily (Wildflowers Of Montana Book 5) (14 page)
When he dropped to his knees before me and pulled me to the edge so he could lick me and make me come, I knew my control had been short-lived.
You have all the power.
When I came from his mouth and fingers alone, I doubted that very much. When I screamed his name,
he
was the one who had controlled me, worked my body with such skill. He was a master at giving me pleasure.
“Jack,” I whispered, when he moved over me so he could kiss me. “I wanted to make you forget as you do to me.”
I tasted myself in our kiss, his tongue dipping into my mouth, sultry and decadent.
He stroked my hair back from my face as I brought my knees up and pressed them into his sides.
“Sweetness, I came like a randy teenager.”
“Yes, but that’s because—”
Jack pushed off the bed so he was standing, then rolled me onto my belly. He spanked my bottom once and as I tucked my legs up to scoot away, he grabbed an ankle and tugged me backward. I was now on my hands and knees as he stood behind me.
“Sweetness, we’ve talked again and again about you thinking so much.”
He began to spank me then, not as hard as he had in the past, but it definitely left a bright hot sting behind. With one hand curved about my waist, he didn’t relent. He didn’t stop at all as he talked to me.
“I love you. I’ve loved you since the first moment I saw you. You brought me to my knees then and you did it again today. I walked away from my job, from my very direction in life all because you appeared before me smackdab in the middle of the road.”
His next spank was a little harder and I gasped. Perhaps that was because the thought of me almost getting run over made him angry. I lowered my head to the soft blanket and breathed through his attentions.
“When I say you have power over me, I mean I’ve given my life, everything I am over to you.”
He was quiet for a minute as he continued his assault, not only on my now tender bottom, but my very soul. He loved me. I made him whole. I’d changed his boring life into something different. I was a part of him just as much as he was a part of me. I began to cry then, overwhelmed by it all.
“Ah, sweetness,” he said, his voice plaintive as he kept right on spanking me. “That’s it, you have a good cry.”
The spanking changed from his quick, sharp way to gain my attention, to gain my focus to something else. I gave over to
his
control. This was his way of slowing me down and getting me to think, to listen, to
hear
him. Not just his words, but his control, his power over me. I fought it. I fought him every step of the way. I’d not waited for him in Butte as I should have. I’d gone off without truly thinking about the consequences when I went into that bank with the known dangers awaiting me. I’d endangered myself and Jack, but also our baby. I’d taken on Morgan, I’d fought and bickered and argued and was just plain prickly.
“I’m sorry,” I said, my voice clogged with tears. “Jack, oh, I love you. I’m so sorry!”
His hand rested on my bottom, stroking over my sore flesh. “Sorry for loving me?” he asked.
I shook my head against the mattress. “No, for not giving my power to you. I understand now. Right from the start, you knew. I knew, too, but I fought it. I have been in charge of myself for so long, I didn’t know how to let it go. While I wanted to be yours… while I
was
yours, I wasn’t willing to give you everything. I was afraid you would take it away.”
The words were hard to say, but once they were out there, once Jack had heard them, it was like a wound had been healed.
“I’m not your father,” he said, his hand continuing to smooth over my hot skin as he sat down on the edge of the bed.
I sniffed and laughed. “I’m well aware of that.” He was watching me so closely, so carefully.
“I want you to have control,” I admitted.
He arched a brow. “Really?”
“Yes.”
“You won’t roam around the territory by yourself?”
I shook my head.
“You won’t go off with gun-toting outlaws?”
I rolled my eyes. “Only with you, Eli Pike.”
He grinned then.
“You have all of me.”
His hand began to move once again, his eyes shifting to my raised bottom. “Not all of you,” he murmured. From my position, I could see Jack’s cock bob. He’d enjoyed spanking me, although even though he’d come, I doubted if his arousal had actually been slaked.
His fingers slid over my pussy, finding me slick and wet, but it wasn’t that touch that had me crying out, but the press of his thumb on my back entrance.
“Jack!” I cried.
“I haven’t had you here,” he murmured. I froze in place as he continued to brush his thumb over me there, gossamer soft. The feel of it, along with the slippery glide of his fingers over my pussy, then sliding in deep had me cry out.
“Not today, sweetness, but soon. I’ll show you just how much you’re going to like being naughty.”
Using his forearm that was still curved beneath me, he lifted me up and settled me onto my back, my head on the pillows. Settling in beside me, he kissed me then, deep and long. I felt every long, hard inch of him from his feet to his shoulders pressed against me. His cock was hard and nudging against my thigh as he settled one of his legs between mine.
Lifting his head, we caught our breaths and I placed my hand on his chest. He covered it with his own and lifted our joined fingers to his mouth, kissing the ring.
“You’re mine, sweetness. All mine.”
“Show me, Jack. Show me.”
Nudging my thighs wide, he settled between and did just that.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
USA Today Bestselling author
Who doesn't love the romance of the old West? Vanessa Vale takes the sensual appeal of rugged cowboys a step further with her bestselling books set in the Montana Territory. They are much more than just sexy historical westerns. They're deliciously naughty reads that sometimes push the boundaries of fantasy. It's pure escapism with quite a few very hot, very alpha cowboys.
When she's not writing, Vanessa savors the insanity of raising two boys, is figuring out how many meals she can make with a pressure cooker, and teaches a pretty mean karate class. She considers herself to be remarkably normal, exceedingly introverted and fairly vanilla, which does not explain her steamy stories and her fascination with cowboys, preferably more than one at a time. If that weren't enough, she also writes under the pen name, Vanessa Dare.
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VANESSA VALE BOOKS
Montana Maidens Series
Montana Men Series
Bridgewater Menage Series
Wildflowers Of Montana Series
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