Chapter Fifteen
She watched as he idly fingered the long handle. “I keep it handy in case there’s a naughty girl too stubborn to see reason.”
“Is that your plan? Spank me until I agree to marry you?”
He smacked the palm of his hand with the implement. The crack echoed throughout the room, making her cringe. She kept her arms at her sides. She would not give him the satisfaction of covering her backside.
“You’re a madman, do you know that?”
The observation went straight over his head. They made a complete circle around the desk. Her heart hammered against her ribs. His opened shirt distracted her. She stumbled, but righted herself. She imagined running her hands over his bare chest and through the light dusting of hair covering his flat nipples then forming a narrow line only to disappear beneath the waistband of his jeans. She longed to run her tongue over his flat stomach.
He pulled his belt from the loops. The whizzing sound made her jump.
“Maybe after I spank your ass with this spoon I’ll take my belt to you. Mark you so you know who you belong to.”
* * *
On that note he saw her knees begin to buckle. Logan bent and threw her over his shoulder before she hit the floor.
Josephine pummeled his back. “Put me down!”
“Not a chance,” Logan replied and smacked her butt. They fell onto the couch in a tangle of arms and legs. “Settle down, you little wildcat.” He managed to dodge the fist aimed for his head and yanked her face down over his lap.
“Logan, please don’t do this.”
He paid her no mind as he pushed her dress aside and placed the spoon on her thinly covered bottom, gliding it over each dip and curve.
“I love your ass, you know that? It’s so soft and round, just right for a spanking.” He slid the spoon along the crease of her ass and wedged it between her legs. He smiled when she moaned. “Like that, hmm?” Her legs opened to accommodate the delicious intrusion. Up and down he rubbed her sensitive flesh. As if on cue her hips began to undulate.
“Only bad girls spread their legs.” He bent and whispered in her ear, “Tell me, Josephine, are you a bad girl?” She mumbled something inaudible. “I asked you a question. Are you my bad girl?” When she still didn’t answer he pulled the spoon away.
“Yes, oh God, yes, I’m your bad girl. Please don’t stop.”
He slipped the spoon between her legs. A few passes over her flesh and she began to undulate on his lap. Logan was mesmerized. Never before had he seen such a beautiful sight. She worked the spoon and he wished it was his hand between those long slender legs, playing with her pussy.
When she began to whimper and her hips ground against the bulge in his pants, he stopped abruptly and spanked her ass with the spoon.
“Oh, no, you don’t. You ain’t getting off until you agree to marry me.”
* * *
Josephine yelped at the unexpected assault. Back and forth he peppered each cheek with the wooden spoon. She fought the urge to hurl a slew of swear words at his head. Not so much because of the spanking, but the fact that the arousing sensation she had been experiencing was gone and she had no idea how to get it back. Now all she felt was the impact of that dreaded spoon.
Well, she’d show him. The rat didn’t realize how stubborn and brave she could be. She’d marry him when hell froze over.
But as the whacks continued and her bottom felt as if it was swollen twice the size and throbbing terribly, all thoughts of bravery vanished. How bad would it be if she married him? So what if he growled a lot; he wasn’t afraid of hard work and most important, her reputation was at stake.
“Okay, okay, I’ll marry you.”
The spoon hit the floor with a dull thud. He began to lightly rub her scorching bottom. With each pass he drew closer to where she ached so badly for something she didn’t understand.
“There now, was that so bad?”
Josephine moaned. He spread the opening of her bloomers wide and licked her heated bottom. One hand delved between her legs and fingered the bundle of nerves slick with her arousal. He fiddled with her swollen clit and dipped the tip of his thumb into her dark hole.
“Logan, you mustn’t touch me there. It’s improper.”
“Don’t fight it, darlin’. Relax and trust me to make you feel good.” He worked her girly parts in unison. Josephine’s breath came out in short gasps as she writhed on his strong thighs.
“That’s it, baby. Keep moving that ass. Christ, you’re so wet. I wish my tongue was down there lapping up all that sweetness.”
His dirty talk sent her clear to the moon and she exploded in ecstasy. Little spasms racked her body as she slumped over his lap.
“Such a sweet good girl,” he crooned.
Regaining what little she had left of her senses, Josephine slipped from his lap and fell to her knees. Embarrassed by her wanton display, she kept her head bent and stared at his sandy colored boots.
“What about Lily?”
“What about her?”
“You two were together at one time. Will you see her while we’re married?”
Logan cupped her chin. “Look at me, Josephine.” When she didn’t respond, the pressure of his hold increased slightly. “I said look at me.”
Josephine raised her head. Despite the harsh spanking and the way she had allowed him to take liberties with her body, she still desired his touch.
“Mrs. Snodgrass thinks I’m a barbarian. As for Lily, she can fuck anyone she wants. I don’t care.”
Tears welled in her eyes.
“What’s wrong, darlin’?”
“I’m just like my mother. I must be a whore to enjoy a man’s touch so much.”
Logan grasped her upper arms and gave her a shake. “You are not a whore. Must I give you another spanking? This time I won’t bring you to pleasure.”
Josephine shook her head vigorously. Despite the tingle that still lingered between her legs, her bottom was much too sore to take another paddling.
Logan sighed. “Let’s have a little talk about you calling yourself names, hmm?” He lifted her from the floor and set her on his lap. “Don’t you ever think yourself a whore. Now, you listen to me and listen good. A whore spreads her legs for any man willing to pay for a fuck. Have you ever been with a man for money?”
“I’ve never been with a man, period. But Jed said a woman’s a whore even if she enjoys intimate relations with her husband.”
Logan grunted. “How ‘bout I take a trip to Pleasant Valley and kick Jed in the ass? The man clearly has no clue what the hell he’s talking about. Josephine, I can honestly say that I’m very attracted to you.”
“But all this is happening so fast. Just the other day I told my aunt, I wouldn’t marry a man who orders me around and yet…”
He drew back his head and looked her squarely in the face. “Am I a bossy man?”
“Yes,” she replied with conviction. “You bark and growl most of the time.”
Logan threw back his head and laughed. “I can’t remember how many times Ella said the same thing. Tell me, Josephine, would you be happy with a man who handles you with a soft touch?”
She scrunched her nose. “At one time I did.”
“And now?” he prodded.
“I’m still thinking about it.” His seemed taken aback by her reply. “Jed wasn’t a gentleman. He never hesitated to use his fists if Aunt Hedy disobeyed him. The poor woman lived in fear every day of her life. We both did.”
“A man who’d raise his fist to a woman is nothing but a coward.” He ran a hand through his hair. “Josephine, I’ll be the first to admit that I’m not the easiest person to live with. Ask Ella. And I can be as thickheaded as hell, but I’d never take my anger out on a woman.”
He popped her on the nose with his finger. “You’re a spirited woman, Josephine. A chap would bore you. A chap couldn’t give you what you need. Look, while we’re married, I’ll do my best to act the perfect gentleman. I ain’t saying it’ll be easy so I might mess up once in a while. After you paid back what you owe and you still want to go to the city, I won’t stop you.”
She eyed him uncertainly. “No tricks or arguments?”
“No tricks or arguments.”
“Will we, um, be sharing the same bed?”
“I expect my wife to sleep at my side. I won’t touch you intimately unless you ask me to but make no mistake, I will spank you if you disobey me.”
“So then this will be a marriage in name only and I can leave once my debt to you is paid?”
“If that’s what you want.”
Josephine had a strange feeling she wasn’t going to like getting her own way. “When is this supposed marriage to take place?”
“We can make it a double wedding.”
“Oh, no, I don’t want to spoil your sister’s special day.”
“I’ll talk to her. I’m sure we can work something out. We can get married the same day, but in the morning with Ella and Brody as witnesses with no other guests. Their wedding isn’t until the afternoon.”
Josephine agreed. “Okay, but what am I supposed to do about clothes?”
“You could walk around the house naked. I won’t mind.”
“Logan, be serious. I don’t have a dress to wear for the wedding or even my own underthings. I’ll have to ask Ella again and I don’t want to impose on her any more than I have already.”
“Trust me, Ella won’t mind. But if it bothers you so much you can check out the shops in town. Matilda’s dress shop carries a lot of already made dresses and other female stuff.”
“And is most likely more costly.” Josephine knitted her brows. “Is it your plan to have me so much in your debt that I’ll never be able to pay you back and I’ll be here forever?”
To her dismay, he didn’t answer.