The Cowboy’s Justice (Naked Cowboys of Smoky Hill #4)

Chapter Thirty-Two

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

Portia had squealed as Devlin delivered the stinging swats, and though the hot, tingling pain quickly passed, the pending punishment consumed her thoughts. She was still learning about how things worked at the barn, and the distraction made it difficult to concentrate. When it was nearing the noon hour, Devlin approached and told her it was time to go back to the house to prepare his lunch.

“You know what I expect,” he said, lowering his voice even though they were alone.

“Yes, I’ll be ready.”

As she hurried up to the house her pulse ticked up, and she realized she was as excited as she was nervous. By the time she’d arranged the pillows in the center of the bed, removed her clothes, and placed herself in position, it was almost twelve o’clock.

The few remaining minutes seemed to take forever--then she heard the door open and close, and Devlin’s footfalls as he strode down the hall.

“What do you have to say for yourself,” he asked, approaching the bed.

“Uh, I shouldn’t have taken the chances I did. Looking back I can see how hitting William with that glass globe was probably a bad idea.”

“Probably?”

“No, sorry, it was, and I was an idiot on the freeway. I was upset and I wasn’t thinking straight.”

“That’s no excuse.”

“I realize that…and I should never have run after William when he took my bag. I don’t know what I would have done if I’d caught up with him.”

“Or what he might have done,” Devlin scolded. “Close your eyes. I’ll be right back.”

She could hear him enter his closet, there some rustling sounds, then he returned to her side and she felt a blindfold being placed over her eyes.

“Rest on your elbows and lock your fingers together,” he ordered sternly. “I’m going to tie your wrists. When I’m done ask me to spank you.”

The blindfold and his command took her by surprise, but she couldn’t deny the surge of excitement pulsing through her body.

“Uh, please, Devlin, will you spank me for, uh, what I did?”

“Do you think you deserve to be punished?”

“Yes, I do. I shouldn’t have done those things, any of them.”

“No, you shouldn’t, and I’m glad you realize that.”

As he spoke she heard sounds, and guessed he was taking off his clothes. It sent a second rush of heat through her body, and when he climbed behind her and touched her sex, she let out a long, loud moan.

“You’re already so wet,” he grunted, thrusting a finger inside her. “But any pleasure will have to wait.”

In spite of his words, he fingered her for a moment, eliciting grateful groans, then suddenly his palm landed on her right cheek with a hard slap.

“No yellin’, Portia, but if you have to, bury your head in the pillow,” he ordered as his rough, calloused hand began slapping from cheek to cheek. He started slowly, but as the spanking continued he increased the force and speed, finally delivering fast, hard smacks making her gasp and yelp.

“There!” he exclaimed, stopping as quickly as he’d begun. “Your ass is red, and I’ll bet it’s stingin’.”

“It is,” she panted..

“What do you think you should say now?”

“Uh, thank you?”

“Yep, but for what?”

“For, uh, punishing me. I’ll be better, I promise.”

“I’ll rub you for a minute,” he murmured, but as he spoke, she felt his hardness against her entrance. “Do you want me?”

“Yes, yes, so much, please…”

Gripping her hips, he pushed into her warmth and began stroking with slow, hard strokes, evoking, deep, grateful groans. But when he slipped a hand beneath her and began rubbing her clit, she let out a cry.

“Uh-huh,” he muttered. “You’re gonna come real hard, so make sure your face is in that pillow.”

Staying buried inside her, he increased the speed and pressure of the erotic massage, then suddenly began pumping his rigid rod, quickening his pace as her excitement grew.

“You wanna come?” he demanded. “Tell me, do you?”

“Yes, yes, please.”

“You promise to behave?”

“Yes, yes, I swear.”

“What will happen if you don’t?”

“You’ll punish me.”

“That’s right, darlin’. Are you sure you’re okay with that?”

“Yes, yes, yes, please, Devlin, please…”

His hand lifted from between her legs, landed a hard smack on each cheek, then his fingers tightened around her hips.

“Come when you want,” he grunted, accelerating his thrusts.

Barely seconds passed before the convulsions seized her, shuddering through her body with spine-rattling, dizzying spasms. She could hear his groans as his body controlled and dominated her…until the last ripple of tingling excitement faded away.

She barely felt his ropes leave her wrists and the blindfold slip from her eyes. He was cradling her, whispering in her ear, telling her she was the most gorgeous creature on the planet. Finally opening her eyes, she shifted in his arms and gazed up at him.

“Devlin…that was…there are no words.”

“Sometimes there aren’t, there’s just feelin’.”

“Actually, there is something I have to say, I mean, I have to. I just hope it doesn’t…”

“Doesn’t what?”

“Mess things up, but I can’t hold it in.”

“I’ll make it easy for you,” he murmured with a sigh. “I love you too.”

As a wave of emotion rippled through her heart a single happy tear slipped from her eye.

“I’ve heard about bondage and stuff, but I never imagined it could be so amazing.”

“Pleasure and pain, and punishment when needed. That’s what you can expect,” he purred pulling her into his arms and holding her tightly. “But if you ever have a problem with what we’re doin’ you have to tell me.”

“So…what do you call it?”

“A cowboy’s justice.”