Chapter 10
Kenzie
The dangerous games people played.
What was so wrong with giving into our desires?
When half the town had seen him as a bully, a kid with no redeeming qualities, I’d managed to see through all the bullshit.
Even with my brother befriending him, Stephen had continued to be shunned, including by my family.
That had only kept me interested, maybe craving the bad boy just like all the romance novels I threw out.
I’d hated what they’d said behind his back, even after he’d started winning championships.
Only when he’d put Missoula on the map with a homegrown rodeo star did his past become overlooked. Such hypocrisy. Another reason I’d left and had never looked back.
There was an almost vacant look in Axe’s eyes, but I could clearly see straight into his soul. And I could read his wants.
His grip on my face tightened, the pressure likely what I’d provided to him. I was breathless, the desire so incredible, the connection we shared spiraling out of control. And that was just fine by me.
When I didn’t open my mouth right away, he cocked his head. “I warned you, Palomino Girl. You will be punished if you don’t obey me.”
Every time he’d called me Palomino Girl before, I’d hated it. I’d had a horse I’d loved as a teenager, a sweet palomino by the name of Sasha. I’d ridden her every day, hoping to become a part of the equestrian team. It hadn’t panned out, but my love for the horse had transcended everything else.
Axe had been the first one to notice our bond, following in my brother’s footsteps of teasing me. The nickname had started after comparing the girl with her horse, telling me we were exactly alike.
He’d been making fun of me. My attitude. My refusal to follow rules. Come to think of it, he’d always been bossy. He’d always acted as if he was in charge of my decisions and my world.
I’d hated his air of dominance.
I’d challenged him on purpose as kids do.
Was this any different?
When I clamped my mouth shut, the tsking sound he offered was surprising. Almost as much as when he smacked his cock against my cheek several times.
“Open your mouth or I just might need to spank you.”
For all the times he’d been a pain in my ass, I would never expect him to use such words. I hesitated to obey him for another few seconds until he arched his eyebrows. I teased him in return, placing my hands on his abdomen, kneading his muscles.
He peered down at me with lust in his eyes, waiting patiently while continuing to tap his shaft against my cheek. Finally, I relented and as soon as I opened my mouth, it was stuffed.
For all the times I’d envisioned his cock, I’d never imagined it being so large. I could barely wrap my fingers around the thick girth. He was in full control this time, pumping his shaft into my mouth with a level of savagery I hadn’t expected.
Even his eyes were glassy.
He slowed his actions seconds later, taking a few deep breaths as he pulled his cock free. All the while, he continued watching me.
There was a connection we shared that I hadn’t expected, a closeness that I’d dreamt about and never thought possible. In exposing his pain, I’d awakened my own, a closed door that I’d never wanted unlocked again.
I hadn’t told him how I’d felt or the sadness that lingered deep within, but I had a feeling he understood. Maybe he always had.
Seconds ticked by. More.
Decisions debated.
Then one made.
His playfulness finally returned as he slipped his arms under mine, pulling me to my feet. “You’ve always had an issue with authority.” While holding me aloft, he kicked at his jeans, using his foot to pitch the tough denim halfway across the kitchen.
“Me? Never.” Why was it that when I was around him, I remained breathless?
“Uh-huh. You can’t lie to me. I couldn’t do anything about it then, but I can now.”
“What are you talking about?”
Every time he offered the slow and steady smile, I could clearly tell his mind was filled with sinful thoughts. He was capable of doing anything he put his mind to and I’d witnessed his mischievous activities with my brother on several occasions. Many of which should have landed both boys in jail.
That’s why I tried to pull away from him. Whatever he had in mind, I knew instinctively I wouldn’t like it.
He was too quick and too strong for me, pushing me over the edge of the counter, sliding me across by a few inches so my feet were dangling off the edge.
“What are you doing?”
“Providing you with exactly what you need. A hard spanking.”
“Huh? What?” I threw my head over my shoulder, trying to see his face. Was he kidding me?
The grin remained and he pressed his hand down on the small of my back while leaning over. This wasn’t going to work. Not like this.
I almost managed to wiggle away, but he was also quick in his actions, shaking his head. There went that tsking sound again, which I would now add to the list of sounds I loathed.
“You really are a bad girl. Let’s see what we can find.” He pressed the full weight of his body against me as he leaned over, laughing to himself as he grabbed something from a utensil holder. When he twirled it in the light, I heard my gasp before I realized what I was doing.
“Oh, no, you don’t.” He had a freaking wooden spoon in his hand. Did he honestly think I would allow him to spank me with some damn spoon?
“Hmmm…” He held it up to the light, cocking his head back and forth. Teasing me.
Just like I’d done with him.
That much was easy to tell. He could drive me into fury faster than any man I’d known. I’d known there was a switch inside him, one where emotions could go from zero to a thousand in a flash.
Years before, the swing had been about joy slamming against rage. His bouts of anger had been legendary. He’d enjoyed smashing things, including the windshield of my father’s prized Dodge Ram after being kicked off my father’s rodeo team.
The hatred of the two families had been in full force.
Now, Axe’s drift from overwhelming despair to being the playful guy I’d remembered was jarring. He was having a great time pretending as if he owned me.
So when he brought the spoon down on my backside, I had no idea what to expect, but if I thought he’d issue a love tap I was dead wrong.
Pain shot down the back of my leg, the split second so intense the breath was ripped from my lungs. All I could manage was a strangled whimper while driving myself up from the counter. Gasping, I was shocked into submission, so much so that he managed three more smacks before the paralysis broke.
“No. Stop. What are you doing?” I reacted without thinking, twisting my body and managing to swat his face.
“Ouch! Jesus, Palomino Girl. What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
“That’s what I asked you.”
He cupped his face, scrutinizing me as he rubbed his jaw.
“That’ll cost you, little lady.” He gripped my arm and spun me back around, pressing me down on the counter and resuming the punishment.
The sting of the spoon was harsh, perhaps even more so than before.
I was woozy, but not from pain. From the way the spanking made me feel inside.
Butterflies were having a field day, fluttering their long wings and adding to a sense of excitement. That was crazy. But the warmth between my legs was increasing and had been. First, his kiss, the long slow hunger than had been festering for years. Then his touch, so electric I was still panting.
When he’d darted his tongue across my clit, I thought I’d died and gone to heaven. And the orgasm had been amazing. What I refused to share with him because his head would grow to twice its size was that no man had ever gone down on me before.
Why? I’d never been interested. I’d always thought that made me weird, but now, I believed I’d been holding back.
Saving the moment for him.
I wasn’t a virgin, but every act of intimacy with him felt like the first time.
When I tried to reach him again, he cursed under his breath and took the time to rip one arm behind my back then the other. “You’re wily as a damn horse. I told you to keep still.”
“No, you didn’t. You said no such thing.”
“Well, I meant to. Stay still or I’ll start again.” He didn’t give me an option, managing to grab both my wrists with one hand, instantly returning to whatever he thought he was doing. Disciplining me? It was crazy. I was a big girl.
An adult.
I’d never been spanked before by anyone.
Oh, I was furious with him, wiggling and bucking to try to escape. The spoon kept coming down, snapping against my naked skin until I was close to screaming out of frustration. The pain was crazy, so intense I was panting when I wasn’t moaning.
Or cursing at him.
“I’m going to get you for this!”
“You can try. You’ll fail, little palomino. Just like you did all those years ago.”
He was enjoying every moment of this. I kicked out, managing to drive my foot into something.
“Ah, fuck. Girl, you’re going to be the death of me. Stop fighting me. Now.”
I didn’t.
So he didn’t.
The spanking continued with me fighting him until my bottom was no doubt red as a beet and aching.
But all the while he was acting as if I deserved such harsh punishment, my pussy was throbbing, my desire for him stronger than I’d ever experienced.
Even my mouth was watering, the taste of his pre-cum lingering on my tongue.
Being in his arms and experiencing his rough kisses was exactly as I’d imagined on all those lonely nights.
Perfect.
As was this. He was chuckling when he tossed the spoon aside.
While I expected he’d let me go, he didn’t.
Instead, he took the opportunity to roll his fingers down my spine.
The touch was even more sensual, but I could tell he was having difficulty.
His breathing was more labored, the slight groans keeping goosebumps dancing down my arms.
Something changed.
He stopped moving, his chest rising and falling rapidly.