Western Widows

direction of the door. The idea that I could have my way with him held merit...and fun. I'd be able to run my hands over his body, feel every hard inch of him, learn the shape and contours of a man. Play with his burgeoning cock. I scooted off the bed and picked up my dress.

"No dress." He shook his head and raked his gaze over my body. "I want you naked as you walk through the house." My face must have shown the uncertainty that I felt. "No one else is here, baby. You're safe."

The air was warm but I shivered at the idea. Eagerness to have Seth at my mercy was stronger than my need for modesty and I walked in my bare feet down the hallway to the stairs. I hadn't had a chance to see much of his house before as I was in Seth's arms, but I took in the vast size of his home and realized my husband was not without means. He did own one of the town's thriving silver mines, so it was not a surprise. I found the kitchen at the back of the house, a large room that had conveniences such as a pump sink and a modern cast iron stove. A large table was positioned in the middle of the room which seemed to serve as a place to prepare food but also to eat meals. I found the coils of rope that hung from pegs by the exterior door and took a short length down. When I turned around, I bumped into Seth's broad, solid chest.

"Oh!"

His big hands took hold of my upper arms to steady me. As I looked up at him, he took the rope from me.

"Seth, I thought—"

He turned us both, as if in a dance, and walked me backward so the backs of my thighs bumped into the table. I felt every inch of his nakedness, his cock, hard and thick, pressed into my belly.

"I said the only way you could take control was if you tied me up." He placed the rope on the table behind me and stroked my wild hair back from my face. "We've been married two hours, baby. Do you think I've done everything I've been dreaming about yet?"

"Um, well...." As lusty as he was, his question appeared rhetorical.

"You led me on a merry chase for three months. I've got plans. One of these days, maybe, you can have your way with me. In the meantime, thank you for getting the rope for me."

Before I could mutter that I'd gotten the rope for me, I saw the predatory gleam in his eye and I knew whatever he had planned I was going to probably like it.

He picked up the short rope and tied it around one wrist, carefully testing the knot to ensure it wasn't too tight, letting the long end dangle to the floor. "Don't move," he murmured.

I stood there as he went to retrieve more from the peg. When he returned, he tied my other wrist in a similar fashion.

"You had me wandering around town like a lovesick teenager for months. Turn around and lean over the table, feet on the floor." As Seth spoke, I did as he said and I felt his large hand on my back and gently pushed, lowering me so my breasts and belly were pressed against the cool wood. My head was near one end, my bottom over the edge of the other. As he walked around the table, he continued. "My friend Liam commented on how you were leading me around with my balls in your hand."

I looked up at him as he spoke, his cock right in my line of vision and near my face. All he had to do was step forward and he could push himself deep into my mouth. He knelt down and tied the rope from my right wrist to the table leg.

"He was correct. I let you lead and it only kept us apart for three months. So I'm taking over. It's my turn to keep you just where I want you and we'll have a much happier outcome." He repeated his actions on my left side so that my arms were spread wide and secured across the surface. "The only way to ensure that is to tie you down."

I couldn't see him from my position, but when I felt more rope being wrapped around my ankle, I knew he'd gone to the wall to retrieve more. He pulled my leg wide and tied it into place, then the other. There was no give, no movement. I felt trussed like a holiday goose.

He checked the comfort of my ankles, then my wrists, then knelt down in front of me so his blue eyes met mine.

"All right?" he asked, ensuring there were no spots of discomfort. The only discomfort I felt was being exposed in such a way, my pussy blatantly open. Cool air caressed my heated flesh.

I licked my lips. "Yes."

He gave me a quick, fierce kiss, then stood and went around behind me.

"I love seeing you like this," he said, his hand running over my bottom. I startled at the touch, then settled. "Your pussy's all wet. I can see how slick you are from here and I haven't even touched you. Do you like being tied down for me to use as I see fit?"

I didn't answer, just reveled in his words. They did arouse me. I did like how he had me at his mercy. A sharp crack filled the air and a second later felt the stinging slap that accompanied it. He spanked me!

I bucked, but couldn't move. "Seth!" I shouted.

"I asked you a question."

He had? I'd forgotten. "What?"

"I can do anything I want to you and you can't do anything about it. Does that appeal to you?"

His palm cupped the spot he spanked. "Don't lie, baby."

"Yes," I whispered.

"Good." Spank. "By the time I let you up there will be no doubt in your mind who you belong to."