Ransom Ranch

“Which hand, baby, and we’ll check it out? We want you to feel safe and comfortable.” They had hired several men over the past few weeks and Grant didn’t want to accuse the wrong person.

Stacie described the man and promised to point him out when they got back to the barn, if she saw him. From her description, Grant was pretty sure she was talking about Luke. He didn’t know the man well, but he was going to find out more about him.

“I think I know who you’re talking about, baby. I’ll have Jake talk to him and see what we can find out about him. Don’t worry,” he told her, pulling her up over his chest and brushing her lips with his.

Threading one hand in the back of her hair, he pressed her mouth more firmly to his and slipped his tongue between her slightly parted lips, claiming her as his. Rolling them over, he brought himself up on his knees over her with one leg on either side of her hips.

He pulled her shirt free of her jeans and growled when he found her wearing a bra. They had repeatedly told her she was not to wear underwear of any kind unless they had specifically given it to her. Time for him and his brothers to make a raid and remove all the underwear from her room. It was also the perfect excuse to introduce her to the playroom in the barn later tonight. They had been looking for an excuse to take her in there.

When Stacie felt Grant tense, she knew she was in trouble. She had tried to obey their edict of no underwear, but when riding, she needed the extra support. She wasn’t a large-breasted woman, but had read in one of her magazines that the bouncing would cause sagging and she was proud of her pertness. Should she explain or wait for him to say something? He didn’t stop kissing her, just unfastened the front clasp of the bra, so she relaxed to enjoy what he was doing.

Grant lifted her hands over her head and pulled her blouse up, leaving it up over her arms, holding them in place. Lifting the cups of her bra away, he started feasting on the flesh he had bared, licking, sucking, and nibbling, driving her mad with want and need.

He worked his way down to her jeans and used his teeth to unfasten her snap and zipper, causing a shudder to run through her body. Stacie arched her body and Grant pulled her jeans down to her ankles, leaving her in her tiny thong. Another no-no.

“I was going to let the bra go, but bra and thong… Explain yourself,” he commanded in a tone of voice that indicated she had better come up with something good.

“Well…I…um…I wore the bra cause if I don’t my…um…bounce and I don’t want to be saggy, cause you won’t like it if I’m

saggy. And the thong, well, it’s a matching set and they go together and I can’t wear one without the other,” she finished in a rush.

“Why didn’t you ask, and are you telling me that every time we have gone riding, you’ve worn a bra and panties?”

“I didn’t ask ‘cause I was embarrassed and…well…yes, but that’s the only times.”

“You know I will have to tell Jake and Seth about this and then you will be punished.”

“Yeah, I figured as much,” Stacie answered dejectedly. The one downfall in having three men was she never got away with anything. There was always someone there watching her.

Grant and Stacie stayed by the pond for a couple more hours before they packed up and headed back to the ranch house. Grant had her bra and thong in his pocket for the ride back, of course.

When they got to the ranch, they went to the barn to put the horses away. That same hand was there again. Grant looked at her with a question in his eyes and she nodded her head slightly. Turning the horses over to the man to rub down and put away for the night, Grant wrapped his arm protectively around Stacie and walked her to the house. He wanted everyone to understand she was hands-off, especially the new hand, Luke.

Settling Stacie in the house, he sat on the porch to call Jake. He wanted Jake to talk to Dallas and get the employment records for the new hand and see what they could find out. Stacie was right, the man looked familiar somehow.

* * * *

Stacie was nervous. Not about the promised punishment. They were usually not really that bad and involved lots of orgasms and sex. She’d take a punishment any day and was even happy to be getting one. It was nagging at her where she had seen the ranch hand before and why he seemed so familiar to her. Hopefully, her men would be able to figure it out.

Chapter Eight

Jake got off the phone with Grant and went straight to the foreman’s office. Pulling the file on Luke Wilson, he sat to read it. There wasn’t much information there, but there were a few references. No one he knew personally though, which was odd. Even though South Dakota was a large area, ranches were few and usually passed down among families. He knew most of the ranchers around and none of their names were listed on the application.

Grabbing the phone, he got very few answers, mostly answering machines. Calling Dallas, he asked what the man knew. Dallas showed him the interview sheets he had filled out and told him what he knew. Something still wasn’t adding up, even though all the references had been good and Luke had proven himself to be a hard, dependable worker.

Deciding he needed to do some further checking, he called around to several of the other ranches, leaving messages where he couldn’t talk to people. No one he talked to knew anything about Luke. Finally, he called his friend, Ron Ayers, who worked in the Rapid City police department. He would be able to find something.

When Ron got the call from Jake, he immediately texted Luke to alert him of the man’s suspicions. If Luke wasn’t careful, things were going to fall apart fast. After Luke got the text from Ron, he decided he needed to take a break and get his head together. This assignment was difficult in more than one way. He was glad it was going to be his last.

After Jake talked to Ron, he knew something was up and he was going to find out what.

* * * *

After dinner, the brothers took Stacie up to her bedroom. Grant pulled out one of the outfits they had bought for her to play in. “Here, put this on, baby. We have something in the barn we want to show you.”

“You want me to wear this in the barn?” Stacie didn’t mind wearing the outfit for the brothers, but why would she wear it in the barn? It was cold out and the clothing she was given was a bra and boyshorts. She’d freeze if they were going riding. “I can’t ride in this.”

“Babe, you can ride in that. You let us handle it, okay?” Jake was chuckling, the image of her riding him in the outfit in his head.