Submitting to the Rancher (Cowboy Doms 1)

“What?” Whipping his head around, Caden spotted Sydney’s bright red hair where she stood perched up on yet another rail, this one around the horse corral. Saddled and tethered in front of her, stood one of their bad-tempered saddle horses that refused to let anyone sit on him. “Fuck if she wouldn’t. She’s been pestering me to give her a riding lesson, but I haven’t had time. Come on.”

Spurring their horses, they both knew they’d never arrive in time to stop her and fear for her safety lodged in Caden’s throat, nearly strangling him.

Sydney ran her hand down the silky nose of the black horse, receiving a soft nudge in return. “Well, you’re friendly, aren’t you?” The afternoon hadn’t improved, ending another day on the job that hadn’t gone smoothly. She blamed Caden for that. For some, inexplicable reason, she’d set her sights on her boss and couldn’t seem to look elsewhere or keep her mind off him. She wouldn’t have gotten so turned around on her walks if she hadn’t been fantasizing about Caden tying her to that padded cross she’d seen in the loft of their club and doing whatever he wanted to her vulnerable body, or picturing herself over his lap, her bare butt on display in front of all those strangers as he smacked her cheeks. The small neck bite he’d given her the other night stung just enough to breathe life into her imagination, and coupled with those swats the other day, filled the last few nights with erotic dreams that woke her shaking for a whole different reason than the previous nightmare.

Her latest mishaps did nothing to endear her in his eyes as his continued refusal to teach her to ride proved, and she was so put out by that, not to mention bored and lonely, she developed the sudden urge to take the matter into her own hands. “The heck with waiting for him,” she told the horse, throwing caution to the wind. Worst-case scenario-he paid her the wages she’d earned and then fired her. Ignoring the pang that possibility stirred in her gut, she checked to be sure the saddle was cinched, something she’d seen the hands doing. “You’re already saddled, so you must be okay to ride. Now,” she cautioned the horse as she swung a leg over the rail, “be nice. I’m a newbie.” Stepping on the bench inside the corral, she grabbed the pommel and lifted one leg over the saddle, the sudden shift of the horse’s hooves catching her off guard. “Whoa, mister.” Sydney soothed him with a hand down his quivering neck and when he settled, reached in front to untie the reins, missing the comforting feel of Caden’s big body behind her. “Well, this isn’t so hard,” she boasted, trying to convince herself as the horse turned on its own. He’d only taken two steps before startling her by lifting his head with a loud neigh followed by a body-tossing buck of his hindquarters. Loud, male shouts reached past the roaring in her ears as she went flying then landed with a body-jarring thud.

Blinking her eyes against looking up into the glaring sun, Sydney struggled to catch her breath while testing to make sure she could move her legs. Relief swept through her before trepidation took its place when Caden’s big frame appeared in front of her, blocking the warmth from the sun.

Stooping, he ran his hands over her body, checking for broken bones. Sydney would’ve enjoyed his impersonal touch more if it weren’t for the rigid set to his jaw and his nerve-racking silence. Satisfied, he pushed to his feet and reached out a hand to help her stand. “Do you hurt anywhere?” he asked in the quietest, calmest voice she’d ever heard him use with her, one that didn’t bode well for her immediate future.

“Just my pride.” Hoping to defuse any repercussions, she quipped with a teasing grin, “I gotta tell you, boss, that toss was kind of fun, flying like that, but the landing leaves a lot to be desired.”

Those blue eyes stayed on her as he brushed her off with gentle swipes, lingering on her backside long enough to have Sydney’s toes curling inside her sneakers. “Can you take care of Ranger, Connor, while I have a word with Sydney up at the house?”

“Of course. You should’ve waited for someone to help you pick a mount, Sydney,” he admonished, and she cringed at the censure she’d never heard in Connor’s tone.

“I…”

“Quiet.”

Caden’s cold, demanding voice accompanied his tightening grip on her hand. Wariness mixed with excitement as he led her across the yard. “I don’t have time to keep bailing you out of trouble. You were told, repeatedly, not to attempt to ride without me.”

Miffed, she glared at his back as they entered the house. “I never told you to take time away from work to come to my aid. There’s always someone in the barn…”

He spun around so fast, Sydney stumbled back a step and would’ve fallen if he hadn’t yanked her forward to land against his rock-solid body. “Do not speak to me of my ranch hands. It’s bad enough you spoil the dogs, now I have to contend with those kids following you around, drooling, which they were not here to do when you just pulled that foolhardy stunt.”

A pleased smile split her face. “Do they really? Aww, that’s sweet.”

Caden gritted his teeth. “No, it’s not, and neither are the consequences I warned you about for breaking the rules.”

Before she realized his intentions, he hauled her into the den, had her jeans unsnapped and shoved down with a few quick movements, and yanked her over his lap as he sat on the sofa. Both startled and thrilled, Sydney reared her head up, shoved her hair out of her eyes and asked him in a tone a lot calmer than her racing heartbeat, “Do you know what you’re doing?” She prayed he said yes because the exposure of her bare butt under his heated gaze was enough to fill her pussy with moisture, to bead her nipples into tight pinpoints and to send her blood flowing through her veins in a hot, molten rush. And that was before he rested one wide, callused palm on the rounded curve of her bottom.

“I disciplined my first sub fifteen years ago when I was only a few years older than the employees you have eating out of your hands. What do you think?”

Throwing caution to the wind, in for a penny, in for a pound and all that, she tossed back, “Okay, then do your worst.”

The cheeky grin Sydney flipped Caden shouldn’t have surprised him, or her easy compliance when she turned her head back down and waited for his retribution. Had she kicked and screamed for him to let her go, he would’ve done so, but when had the girl reacted as he thought she should? Knowing it was a mistake and may very well end up crossing a line he couldn’t cross back over, he swatted her right buttock, the red imprint he left behind showing with vivid brightness against her lily-white skin. The terror that sent him speeding down to the corral wouldn’t abate, his mind still reeling from all the injuries she could’ve sustained with that foolhardy stunt. He spanked her other cheek and enjoyed the bounce of the soft globe and her shifting hips way too much. “Had enough?” he asked, rubbing his hand over the warm, smooth flesh.

“Would you stop if we were at The Barn and I was your sub?” she returned with a slight catch in her voice.

“Hell, no.” He refused to lie even if doing so would be in his best interest.

“Then pretend I am and don’t stop… please.”

He sighed, her whispered plea sealing both their fates. “Remember, I warned you to be careful about what you ask for.” Caden proceeded to give her what she thought she wanted ever since he’d caught her spying and caved to what he’d been itching to do.

With a volley of sharp smacks, he peppered Sydney’s ass until the pink tinge turned a deep red, her warm skin grew hot and her quiet mewls erupted into louder cries. She shifted with a moan when he stopped to rub the abused mounds. After soothing the sting, he gave her time to adjust to the soreness by palming the plump curve of one crimson cheek. She had a perfect shaped ass with soft, malleable buttocks that had clenched with each spank then softened as she adjusted to the pain. Then she shifted again,

lifting into his hand, and he barely heard another whispered entreaty of ‘please’ that drew his eyes to her glistening seam. “You continue to surprise me, darlin’.”

Sydney whipped her face around, shaking her hair out of her drenched eyes. “Does that mean…”

Caden squeezed her buttock and drew a yelp from her by delivering a final, blistering swat. “You’re new to this and don’t realize how sore you’ll be. Sit up.” Her face mirrored the color of her ass, but it was the blatant need reflected in her dilated eyes that tempted him to change the tone of this lesson and reward her, and that would not do. His actions were meant as a deterrent, not a pleasurable interlude. “Next time you disobey a rule, you’ll get a taste of my belt.” Ignoring the desire to sink his fingers between those enticing, plump, damp folds, he stood her up and pulled up her panties and jeans. Standing, he lowered his Stetson and headed to the door, saying without looking back, “I have work to do.”

Connor stood waiting for him by the corral when he stepped outside, a knowing grin playing around his mouth as he handed Caden the reins to his steed. “Not a word, got it?” Caden snapped in warning.

“Wouldn’t dream of it, brother.”