Dani sat in her car gazing at the set of brick columns and the tree lined driveway, her apprehension remaining. She glanced out the window, sighing for at least the tenth time during the trip. She’d driven all the way out here and wasn’t certain whether she could follow through. The morning sun was beautiful, shimmering against an almost cloudless sky. This was a perfect day.

Then get moving. The words of encouragement weren’t doing her any good. She eased her phone from her purse, snorting as she flipped to her voice mail. The words, the tone of his voice, his offer was delicious.

“Hello, beautiful. I have an offer for you. Before you say no and hang up the phone, just listen to me. I want to get to know you and I want you to see the real man. Why not come by my house tomorrow morning? We can talk, I’ll show you around and maybe even take a horseback ride. No pretense. No bullshit. Just you and me. What do you say? Here’s my address.”

Yeah, she’d listened now four times, maybe five and hadn’t responded one way or the other. Mitchell wouldn’t be expecting her. Maybe she could catch a glimpse of the real man. She rolled her eyes and gripped the steering wheel with both hands. If she didn’t find out what he was made of, there was no way she could continue working at Rush. At least these were her current thoughts anyway.

Garnering what little courage she had, she rolled the car onto the driveway. “Yes, you can do this.” After gulping air, she pressed down on the gas pedal, heading up the long driveway. When his house, that really could be described as a mansion, popped into view she groaned. The man was rich. Too rich for her blood. The house was a modern ranch, sprawling for several hundred feet. An oversized barn was several hundred yards away, horses grazing behind a short fence. The backdrop of very old trees, their branches swaying in the light breeze, was breathtaking. “Fuck.”

Overwhelmed, she parked alongside a huge Dodge Ram, a sleek Mercedes and a hot red Viper. Either the man had company or one of the finest selections of cars around. Out of her league. No, she was too good for him.

Cutting the engine, she left her things in the car. This might be a short visit. Time to find out one way or the other. After knocking on the door, she waited for what would be a staff member to open the door. When no one came to the door, she knocked again, only this time with more force. Still nothing. She stood back, listening for any sounds.

A loud whistle floated past the roofline. She eased down the front stairs and around the side of the house. There was some sort of activity near the corral. She wrinkled her nose and headed in the direction, her confidence level reaching a low point.

Did she really doubt she was good enough for him? Did she think she’d find him with another woman or five? The jury was still out. Throwing back her shoulders, she continued her walk. The closer she came, the more she relaxed. There were at least a dozen horses in the oversized corral, some grazing, others running the fence line. She was drawn to the incredible scene, the natural beauty.

She stood just behind the fence, enjoying the way the horses moved, their beautiful manes flowing in the light breeze, their color vibrant. Exhaling, she gripped the railing, her search for Mitchell on hold.

“What a surprise.”

His voice, seductive and alluring, washed over and around her, the tone smooth velvet. She swallowed and dug her nails into the dense wood. The man gave her such a rush as well as wetness between her legs. “I’m not sure why I’m here.”

Mitchell eased beside her, his face tipped toward the horses. “To find out if I’m a flagrant asshole and a liar.”

The blunt words made her smile. “Honestly? Yes.”

He chuckled and removed his hat, running his fingers through his hair. “I don’t blame you. I’m just glad you took me up on my invitation. I promise you, while you’re here I won’t bite.”

Dani risked a glance and bit back a moan. The man made dirty, ripped blue jeans and a faded shirt look incredible. Experiencing this kind of reaction was reprehensible. Maybe. Groaning inwardly, she nodded. “Well, I might.”

“I do love a lady with spunk. Any news?”

“None. My contact was on vacation for a couple of days, but he’s back now. Hopefully I’ll hear something by Monday. You?”

Mitchell kicked the dirt then turned toward her. “I’m beginning to think I’ve been railroaded in every area.”

“How so?”

“Let’s just say you may be right, but I didn’t ask you out here to talk business. We can push aside our concerns for a few hours. Can’t we?”

The look in his eyes was imploring and she exhaled. “I’d like that.”

“Good. Let me show you around.” He eased away from the fence.

“You own all of this?” she asked as she flanked his side.

“In a manner of speaking. My parents left me the place. I grew up here and before you ask, I moved away when I went to college. Never thought I’d come back.”

“Then, why did you? I mean, this doesn’t seem like you or maybe I don’t know you at all.” Flustered, she studied the landscaping, admiring the well maintained yet limited amount of grass. The area was surrounded by expansive land, flat and nearly devoid of vegetation.

Mitchell shook his head and chuckled. “You do know me. I was going to be a city kid. Yep. Me. After college, I planned on moving to San Francisco or New York, even Chicago.”

“What happened?”

“Life and an offer from Camden. He knew of some land that he thought we could swing to start a company. My mother was begging me to come back, even pushing me to work for my dad, which I refused to do. I compromised. I came back, set up shop with Camden and the next few years went by in a blur. We worked eighteen-hour days for two, hell, maybe three years.”

“I bet your dad wasn’t happy.”

He exhaled and glanced back at the horses. “Dad was a difficult man. Let’s just leave it at that. Still, I love this place. It’s very special to me.”

The darkness in his eyes was unmistakable. “That I understand. This is amazing.” She thought about Sasha’s words regarding Rush as well as his sister. Every family had a dark and ugly secret.

“Too big for just one man.”

“No other family?”

“Nope.” Mitchell looked away and jerked the pair of sunglasses off his shirt.

“Sore subject,” she half whispered.

He stopped and turned toward her. “I’ve never been married. Close once. She and I just didn’t see eye to eye on many aspects of our life.”

“Marisha?”

“No, before Marisha. Marisha was a sexual attraction at first after being good friends. We fell into a relationship that was comfortable for a while. She wanted more. I didn’t.”

Dani could hear a ring of truth in his words. “Marriage is not something I ever want to try again.”

“You were married?”

She looked over and around him, her eyes misting briefly. Hell no. She was not going to allow David to get to her again. “Close enough I know it will never happen again.”

“Ouch. I can hear a story there.” When she didn’t say anything else, he lifted his head, nodding toward the back of the house. “Let’s get something cold to drink. Then maybe I can convince you to go on a ride with me.”

“In the gorgeous Viper?”

He gave her a heated look. “On a horse.”

“Ugh,” she mumbled as she shrunk back. “Big animals scare me.”

“How about big men?” He took several strides ahead of her, his laughter floating behind.

She narrowed her eyes, resisting giving him the finger and as she walked forward, her hard nipples scraped against her bra creating a wave of heat. “Men, I can handle.” Damn, the man knew how to get to her. The moment she walked into the house, she felt at ease. She’d anticipated antique furniture, the kind you admired but never experienced. The comfortable space was inviting, open and almost rugged. “Wow.”

“I haven’t changed much, except the kitchen. Mom was a cowgirl through and through. She preferred leather to lace, milking cows to fine dinners out.” Mitchell led her into the kitchen.

The gleaming space was picturesque but lacking in any feminine qualities. She slid her hand along the smooth granite countertop and sighed. One day she hoped to live in a house she could call a home. “I think I’d like your mother.”

“She would have liked you, too. Lemonade? I made it myself this morning.” Grinning, he held out the glass pitcher.

“You did, huh? Then I’d love a glass.” Dani inched closer, finding herself drawn to Mitchell and his gentle mannerisms. “What happened to your mother?”

“She developed cancer. Died in four short months.”

“I’m so sorry.”

Shrugging, he handed her a glass. “No need. She lived a full life and taught me to do the same.”

The moment their fingers touched, the same electricity flowed between them. Blinking, she willed herself to look away. The tension was agonizing.

“Can we talk?”

“About?”

“Dani, I know you have reservations about me as well as my company. I don’t blame you, but I want you to know that what we experienced the other night was wonderful. I haven’t been with a woman in almost a year. I haven’t wanted to. There is no waiting list, no girlfriends hiding under the mattresses. The only woman I was involved with over the past few years is Marisha. My experience with Nancy, the woman I’d considered marrying, was trying at best. She stole every drop of romanticism as well as passion away from me. Until you.”

“Sounds like you had the kind of relationship I did.” Dani forced herself to ignore the ‘until you’.

“She was manipulative and I found out almost too late was only after my money. I came this close to standing at the altar, taking her as my bride. If it hadn’t been for Camden, I would have married her.”

“Sounds like you have a very good friend.” Thoughts of her moment, standing in the white dress, her sight set on becoming a married woman wiggled into her inner psyche. She groaned and took a sip of lemonade.

“I think I do,” he said, his look faraway.

She noticed the flash in his eyes, as if unsure of the man standing by his side. “Uh-oh. Are you concerned Camden might be the leak and the backstabber?”

“God, I hope not. He’s been with me through so many tragedies.” He choked when he took a sip. “Your ex is an asshole?”

“Card carrying.”

“Then we toast to having ex’s.”

“Deal.” Dani was surprised at his candor and was thrilled she’d made the decision to get to know him. Maybe, she could let herself go and learn to trust again.

* * *

“That’s it. You’ve got the hang of it,” Mitchell said as he swung onto the horse. He noticed her hesitation and grinned. She was no cowgirl, but damn if he wasn’t going to try to turn her into one.

“I’m not sure about this. He’s awfully big,” Dani moaned as she tentatively petted the horse.

“He is a she. Betty is gentle and the perfect size for you.”

“Betty? Aren’t horses supposed to have powerful names like Killer?”

He shook his head and pressed the heels of his boots against the stallion’s side. “I can see you need serious training.” His thoughts drifted to the round of discipline. He’d thought of little else since the experience. He wanted to share the real man with her, one few women had understood, especially Nancy. Why he’d confessed to Dani about the loathsome woman he’d never understand. Her name had been stricken from every aspect of his life since ending the nuptials almost four years before.

She blew a stray strand of hair from her face, obviously terrified to let go of the reins. “I love animals.”

“I can tell,” he snarked then eased out of the corral. “Just relax. Betty can tell you’re a new rider. She knows what to do. Come on. I’ll take you to a beautiful spot. I have treats when we get there.” He patted his saddlebag, glad he’d thought of snagging a bottle of wine. The woman needed a release of tension. Either wine or a hard spanking were the two choices.

“Uh-huh. Whatever you say.” Her face pinched, she clicked her heels as he led them toward the open land.

Mitchell sighed as he noticed the way she was sitting. Cramps would be her nighttime friend if she didn’t change her posture. “Don’t hop on the saddle. Become one with it.”

“Become one. Sure, I can do that.” She rolled her eyes and dug her heels into Betty’s side. The horse trotted forward, picking up speed until Dani issued a shriek.

“Breathe and sit still. Allow Betty to do the work. Look up and enjoy the scenery. Before you know it, you’ll be an expert.”

She took a deep breath and nodded. “An expert. Sure. Here goes.”

After only a few minutes, her tension seemed to have eased. She even seemed to enjoy the ride, her eyes wide as they moved into a small but dense section of trees.

“Don’t look so surprised. We do have something other than desert here.” He held back another smile, concerned he’d push her away. “We’re close to one of the most beautiful spots around, even if I do say so myself.” He eased them down an overgrown path into a clearing. “Whoa.” Both horses stopped and he twisted in the saddle, admiring her expression.

“You’re right. This is gorgeous.”

“I thought you might like it. Come on. We’ll tie the horses near the water and spend some time.” Mitchell jumped off the horse and moved toward her, surprised when she swung her leg around and dropped on the ground. “Very good.”

“I can be trained,” she said, her words stilted. Stretching her back, she walked closer to the water. “What a lovely stream.”

“I used to come here as a boy, dreaming of another life.” He secured the reins and inched closer, inhaling.

“This one seems pretty amazing if you ask me.”

“You didn’t know my father.”

“Strict?”

“Tyrannical.” The memories were more bitter than sweet. “Let’s just say he wanted the best for me and… For me, but he was incapable of showing love.”

Dani tipped her head. “I understand. He at least gave you a sense of self-worth.”

“That he did.” As he thought about his sister, he turned around, refusing to allow the same sadness to creep into his mind. Today was one for sharing joy, not sorrow. “How about some wine?”

“You brought wine?” The thought seemed to thrill her.

“The finest place in the world to relax and enjoy.” He watched her every move as he eased a blanket off his horse, then grabbed the wine and glasses out of his saddlebag.

“I’ll do the blanket. You do the wine.” Her face flushed, she yanked the woven material from his hands.

The woman was fresh air, salt and vinegar and a hint of sugar combined. She was beautiful without understanding her effect on men. He also knew without a shadow of a doubt that she was looking for a dominant relationship. If only she’d open up, share her inner desires.

Dani sat on the blanket, crossing her legs and studying the rippling stream. “I’m glad I came.”

Pop!

Grinning, he poured the wine and advanced, crouching down just inches away. “For the lady.”

She gave him a tentative look before accepting. “You’re a man of mystery.”

“Not as much as you would think.” He took a sip and gazed out over the rolling banks. “I’m just a man, maybe complicated at times, but I appreciate the simple aspects of life as well as in a relationship.”

“Are you coming onto me?”

“Would you mind?” he asked as he turned to study her face.

Dani hesitated only briefly. “Before today I would have told you to take a flying leap, but you’ve let down your guard. I like what I see.”

“Because you were hurt by the asshole?”

She sighed and held up the glass. “More than you could ever know.”

“Sleep with another woman?’

“Yes, but that’s not what bothered me so much as the fact he forgot to tell me he had a second life and left me standing at the altar. Literally. We spent twenty thousand dollars that we didn’t have and I was left with an uneaten wedding cake and one hundred fifty guests staring at the poor girl, all alone at her own wedding. I can tell you that the entire six cases of champagne and all the liquor was consumed that night. I don’t remember much after that, at least for a few days. I heard I had a good time.” She laughed, the sound strangled.

The words hung in the air. “You are kidding.”

“Nope,” she whispered. “I thought everything was amazing, that we were the perfect couple. We had a fantastic relationship, never arguing. Sex was good, not great maybe but we both enjoyed. We were friends, sharing everything. Well, everything but Jaime. Jaime was his secretary and the perfect everything, including being a model when she wasn’t crouched between my fiancé’s legs under his desk.”

“Fuck!” Choking on a gulp of wine, he coughed until he wheezed.

Dani slid her hand around, patting him on the back. “You know what? I think I’m finally over him.”

Her touch, soft and comforting, gave him an instant hard-on. He closed his legs, yet the ache remained. “I’m so very sorry.”

“Don’t be. I wallowed in self-pity for too long. That’s one of the reasons I came here. Start a new life in a brand-new state.” Laughing, the sound was bitter. “I sound pathetic. Don’t I?”

“Not in the least. I’m glad you’re here.” Mitchell wondered if she believed her decision to choose Texas and Rush Enterprises was wise. He held his tongue.

She looked down, rubbing her forehead and staring into her glass. When she finally lifted her head, her smile was genuine. “I like hearing that.”

He hesitated, his thoughts racing, then leaned down, capturing her mouth. He wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her into the heat of his body and slipping his tongue inside.

Freezing, she gripped his shirt, her nails digging in, but responded by inching closer.

Their tongues entwining, he closed his eyes as the kiss became a passionate roar, hunger swelling his already aching balls. He wanted this woman like no other and was terrified she’d race away, too afraid of reliving the past.

Dani moaned into the kiss as her grip became a caress. Then she slipped her arm around his neck.

Shuddering, he explored the dark recesses of her mouth until he knew he should give her space, allow her to decide if and how they moved forward. Breaking the kiss, he licked around her mouth then eased back. “You’re so beautiful.”

“You make me feel beautiful.”

He lifted his glass of wine in a toast. “To getting to know each other.”

“I like that idea.”

They sat quietly, enjoying the moment and sipping wine. He was as unsure of what to say as he’d ever been, preferring to savor the intimacy in a manner he wasn’t accustomed to.

“What happened the other night was…” Her words trailed off.

“Please don’t say a mistake. I can handle that you need space or time because of your asshole ex, but not that what we shared wasn’t important.”

She inched back, shifting until she faced him. “No. I wasn’t going to say that. I enjoyed every minute of the time we shared. I’m just afraid of letting go. Trust is tough for me. I saw the way Marisha looked at you and I wouldn’t want to be that woman.”

“Dani, I swear to you that Marisha and I have been over for several months. I enjoyed the time I spent with her, but we weren’t meant for each other. Yes, we argued at the end and she took a leave of absence for a couple of weeks, but we talked everything out. She has some boyfriend she refuses to talk to me about and she’s happy.”

Dani’s eyes darted back and forth. Finally, she smiled. “Good enough.”

He took her hand, rubbing his thumb back and forth. “I’m not a monster. I’ll never hurt you on purpose.”

“I know. I can tell.” Her eyes twinkling, she finished her wine, setting the glass down on the grass. Lying back, she placed her arms over her head, staring up at the sky.

Mitchell swirled the remainder of his wine before polishing off the glass. He half tossed the cheap crystal onto the turf and turned toward her. Using the tip of a single finger, he brushed across her forehead then down one side of her face. Tracing a circle around her lips, he leaned over, blowing a swath of hot air across her face.

Dani closed her eyes, her lips pursing as he continued his path.

Every nerve standing on end, he inched down, rubbing his finger under her chin then down her neck, easing the tip just under her skin-tight shirt. When she didn’t stop him, didn’t push him away, he slid his finger further, moving between her breasts then around her nipple.

Arching her neck, she whimpered and clasped her hands together.

He circled her other nipple, panting as his cock pressed hard against his tight jeans. Using the flat of his hand, he slid down her stomach, stopping just above her waistline. After tugging her shirt out of her jeans, he slipped his hand underneath. The touch of her skin was amazing, so soft and yielding. Inhaling, the delicious scent of exotic spices with a hint of bursting floral was intoxicating, driving him to the point of insane desire.

A slight smile curling in the corner of her mouth, her eyelids fluttered open, allowing him to see a hint of the woman inside. She eased her hand over his cheek and brushed her thumb back and forth across his jaw. “You have the most gorgeous face I’ve ever seen.”

“I’m glad you’re here. You have no idea how many things I’ve wanted to say to you, share with you.”

“I don’t trust easily.”

“I can understand why. I’m not certain what I’m offering except for the truth, always the truth.”

Nodding, she rubbed her fingers back and forth across his skin as her eyes misted over. “I’m a handful.”

“Yes, I can see that,” he teased as he slid his hand just under her breast. When he flicked his finger back and forth across her lace covered nipple, she moaned. “I have ways of dealing with naughty women.”

“You mean a spanking?” Dani asked, her eyes twinkling.

He lifted a single eyebrow as he eased his finger just under the thin gauze. “Yes, but there’s more. Time in the corner is very helpful to allow a woman to reflect on her bad behavior.” Winking, he maneuvered his hand, enabling him to pinch her nipple.

“Oh!” The squeal was sharp. She licked her lips and gave him a look of mischief. “And what if I’m mouthy?”

“Oh, well, soap in the mouth is an excellent deterrent.” He tugged on her shirt, exposing her breasts. Lowering down, he kept his eyes on her as he licked around her nipple then tilted his head. “You see, all women need a steady diet of discipline.”

Dani seemed to be holding her breath as she struggled to remove her shirt then gave him a sly smile as she reached down, unbuttoning his. “Said like a true head of household.”

Mitchell was taken aback, surprised she knew the terminology. “I’ve dabbled in the art of Domination and submission.”

“Dabbled. With Nancy?”

Now, he laughed. “No, it was a true bone of contention with her. She believed she was the one who should be holding the chains and the whip.” He managed to unclasp her bra as he pressed a series of kisses across the base of her neck and breathed against her skin as he whispered, “I don’t want to talk about Nancy. I want to devour every inch of you, shower you with kisses, slide my tongue into every tight hole. I want to take you over my lap, spank your tight little bottom before thrusting my tongue inside your wet and hot pussy. Then I want to start all over again.”

“What if I want to suck your cock and drink every drop of your sweet cum?” Her fingers flying, she finished unbuttoning and yanked the shirt from his jeans. She rubbed her hands across and over his shoulders as she pushed the material down the length of his arms, her eyes filling with intense hunger.

“You’ll have to wait your turn. I’m in charge. Always.” Easing her bra off her arms, he tossed the silk and lace then shook his head as he gazed down. “You are truly something.” Unable to continue teasing, he grunted as he engulfed her breast, sucking on her nipple as he pinched the other between his thumb and forefinger.

She jerked up, her nails digging into his skin, and opened her eyes wide. “Always?” she whispered, breathless.

Mitchell gave her a commanding expression. “Always.” He licked and sucked, twisting her nipple until she moaned then eased the flat of his hand down, unfastening her jeans.

Kicking out, she fumbled to unfasten and unzip his jeans as beads of perspiration trickled down both sides of her face.

“Be a good girl and wait your turn,” he chortled then nipped her hardened bud, biting down with enough force she tossed her head back and forth.

“I have no patience!”

“You’re going to learn or I’ll spank your ass doubly hard.”

“You wouldn’t!” she purred as she slid her hand just inside his jeans, cupping his cock through his underwear. The look on her face was one of mischievous torture.

“Don’t tease a cowboy, sunshine, unless you’re playing for keeps.” Mitchell no longer wanted to be cautious, no longer cared about their working relationship. He only wanted to please her and share the life he was meant to live.

Biting her lower lip, she wiggled her fingers under the elastic on his underwear, wrapping her hand around his cockhead and squeezing. “I’m not playing. I’m taking.”

He shook his head and howled, enjoying the way her eyes flashed embarrassment. “Then, sugar, you’ve met the right man.” He eased back until her hands were unable to reach him then proceeded to finagle her jeans past her hips. When she grabbed for him, he pushed her hand away. “No touching unless I say you can.”

“You’re evil,” she moaned.

“I am.” Leaning over her legs, he licked down from the swell of her breasts to her belly button, circling as he pulled her jeans down further.

She covered her breasts and swallowed, her eyes never leaving him.

“Don’t cover up. I want to see all of you.” Exhaling, he eased further down, dragging her pants until he reached her ankles. He sat back on his haunches, the move allowing him to remove her boots. “I love red underwear. It’s your color.”

“How would you know?”

“I just do.” Mitchell spread her legs wide and crawled in between. Lowering down, he opened his mouth, pressing his lips against her crotch.

“Oh fuck!” Slapping her hand over her mouth, her legs began to shake.

He sucked her juice through her thin thong, savoring the taste. Using his teeth, he lowered her panties then yanked. The ripping sound created a series of moans pushing past her lips. Wasting no time, he gathered her legs in his arms, pushing back, allowing him full access to her sweet cunt. “I’m going to feast on you, lick every drop.”

“Yes!” Dani covered her face with her arms and bit down on her lower lip, moaning the second his tongue slipped past her tender folds.

Opening her wide, he used a combination of his tongue and two fingers, thrusting inside, lapping her cream. His heart racing, he swirled the tip of his tongue around her clit, tingling when her body undulated, goose bumps popping along every inch of her naked skin. He closed his eyes and buried his face, moving his tongue in a methodical manner.

She was shivering, her entire body covered in goose bumps and she slapped down against the blanket, whimpers mixing with soft grunts.

He pushed her legs even further back and slid a single wet finger down the crack of her ass. Wiggling the tip around her dark hole, he thrust just the tip inside as he continued licking.

“Oh God!” She moaned and laughed, every sound guttural. “I’m going to come.”

“Not yet. Not until I allow you to,” he stated as he added a second finger, sliding in and out of her asshole. She was tight and when she clamped down on the invasion, he wanted nothing more than to have his cock inside, driving into her forbidden hole. He continued licking and nipping, now using the fingers on his other hand, plunging them deep inside her cunt.

She jerked up, her mouth open wide, her hands gripping the blanket. “Mitchell!”

He could tell she was close to climaxing and panted as his actions became frenzied. He wanted to lick up every drop of her sweet cream.

Tossing back and forth, she writhed as she yanked at the blanket, every move wild and unbridled. “Please let me come. Please.”

Remaining quiet, he continued his actions until her moans became squeals.

“Mitchell!”

He flexed his fingers open, driving in and out of her pussy and ass. Tilting his head, he issued the lust filled command. “Come now!”

Every muscle tense, she opened her mouth, issuing a silent scream and climaxed.

One became a wave and he continued licking, her sweet cum sliding down the back of his throat. When she finished shaking, he eased back, licking his lips. “You taste so sweet.”

“Mmm.” Laughing, she brushed the back of her hand across her mouth.

He studied her serene face, the way the midday sun shimmered across her skin, and was lost in her beauty. After a few seconds, he rose to his feet.

She managed to gaze up at him, her eyes roaming as if unable to focus. “That was… amazing.”

“Yes.” Smirking, he tugged off his boots then his jeans and underwear and stood gazing down at the incredible beauty. He refused to fuck this up.

She finally rose onto her elbow and purred, her eyes drifting to his stiff cock, his swollen balls. “My turn?”

“Nope. Not today.” Offering her his hand, he waited until she grasped it, then yanked her up and onto all fours.

“Oh! What are you doing?”

“Remember that spanking I mentioned?”

“Here?” Her tone of voice was incredulous.

“Here. If you’re not careful I’ll use my belt.” Every nerve standing on end, he leaned over, pressing the flat of his hand on the small of her back.

Whoosh! Crack!

“Christ!” she moaned as she jumped.

“Soap. Keep that up and you’ll stand in the corner later, too.”

Pop! Crack!

Electricity shot through his muscles, into every cell and sweat was rolling down his neck and back. He could tell she was reveling in his command.

Smack! Pop!

“God!” She dropped her head, panting as her lower body shivered.

“Oh, no. Back in position.” He used enough force she was having difficulty staying in place and with each hard strike, every slap of his hand, she issued a sharp squeal.

Whoosh! Crack! Slap!

“Mitchell!” This time she threw out her hand, covering her backside.

“I warned you.” Unable to hold back a grin, he snagged his jeans and moved so she could watch him remove his belt, pulling the well-worn leather through the loops at a snail’s pace. When his favorite strap was released, he held the belt under his nose, taking a deep whiff. “The perfect spanking implement.”

Her eyes opened wide, her mouth going slack. “You’re spanking me with that?”

“Ten. Long. Hard. Smacks.” Every word said for emphasis, he was surprised he was shaking all over. Would she bolt, never to see him again? Would she call him a freaking asshole?

Crack!

The single slap against the dirt made the horses whinny and Dani groan.

“Be a good girl and this won’t take long.” He eased behind her, wiped the sweat from his eyes and counted to five.

Crack! Slap!

“Fuck. Me.” Dani reared, arching her back.

“Very good. Stay in place.”

Pop! Whoosh!

His cock was aching to the point he was in near agony.

Crack! Smack!

“Oh my God,” she managed as she dipped down then regained her position.

Mitchell brushed the tips of his fingers across her reddened ass, thrilled to see the marks. “Four more.”

“Yes, sir.”

He was startled to hear the words then swallowed hard. A rush enveloped his system leaving him tingling all over.

Slap! Pop!

As she issued a strangled cry, he wiped his forehead. His balls were going to burst.

Crack! Pop!

Mitchell was aware he’d issued the tenth whip, knew he’d dropped the belt, but desire had taken him to a new plane, a need almost desperate in nature. As he eased behind her, placing his hand around his shaft and sliding his cockhead around her cunt lips, he wrapped his hand around her long hair. “Now I fuck you.”

He thrust the entire length of his cock inside her pussy then tossed his head back, allowing a keening growl to float into the sky.

“Yes!” She rose onto her fingertips, her face serene, beads of perspiration dripping down her chin.

Pulling out until just the tip was inside, he repeated the move as he yanked back her head, exposing her neck. Harder and faster he plunged, losing his ability to think clearly. His balls slapped against her legs and he wanted nothing more than to explode inside of her.

Dani panted and met every hard thrust with one of her own, her moans animalistic.

Mitchell leaned over, palming the blanket as he continued. He had to have all of her, every inch. He released her hair and slapped her ass before squeezing his cock, sliding the tip until he found her asshole.

She threw her head back as he pushed his cockhead inside then gritted her teeth. “Mitchell.”

Unable to breathe, he eased two inches inside, pushing against the ring of muscle. She was tight, her muscles constricting. Gripping her hips, he threw his head back and eased the entire length of his dick inside, groaning as her body shook. He swallowed and slapped her upper thigh as he began plunging in and out, every thrust in a perfect rhythm. Dear God, he wanted to devour this woman, take her to new heights of ecstasy.

Undulating, her entire body reacting as if in an orchestrated dance, she moved with him, accepting his hard thrusts, his thick cock.

He managed to see her look of raw ecstasy, a bliss unlike anything he’d seen before. Satisfied, he dug his nails into her skin as his orgasm rushed from his balls, rocketing up the length of his shaft. When he came, shooting his load into her asshole, he could hear her cries of glee. “You are the one!”