Western Widows

Spank. Spank. His hand struck the fleshy part of my bottom over and over, each time heating up a different spot.

"Why are you spanking me?" I asked, wincing at the sting.

"Because you were a bad girl avoiding me like you were. Protecting me when it's my job to protect you."

"I am a bad girl," I cried, right after one particularly hard spank. "I like what you do to me."

He soothed me by running his palms gently over my heated flesh, letting the warmth seep in, then slipped a finger to my pussy and over my slick, sensitive folds. I couldn't help the moan that slipped past my lips. "See?"

"No, you're not a bad girl," he replied as he continued to play with my pussy, both of his hands busy there. One finger was on my clit, another slipped deep inside. "You're a dirty girl, and just for me."

I moaned when he stopped playing with my clit, his thumb sliding higher to touch my back entrance, my body bucking at the illicit contact. "Seth!" When his finger circled the puckered hole and began to push in slightly, a cried out his name again, yet in a completely different tone. I had no idea his attentions there would feel so good. He slid his thumb down to my wetness and back to make the spot slick.

"We're the same, baby. I love it when you're dirty for me. I'm going to fuck this perfect ass soon enough. For now though, I'm going to play and get you stretched open for me."

My skin was slick with perspiration and all I could do was rest my cheek on the cool surface. I couldn't move. I couldn't get away from his touch. I couldn't resist whatever he wanted to do. Everything he was doing to me I liked. I couldn't avoid it, turn away or deny the pleasure his touch wrought from my body. I couldn't deny his words. I was dirty. I was tawdry. I was everything he wanted. In fact, I had no choice to take whatever he wanted to do to me. He was showing me by his actions that he was just as dirty and depraved as I. Seth felt no shame, showed no embarrassment at expressing his darkest desires. He seemed to revel in it. By tying me down and forcing me to take whatever he wanted, made me come to the realization that I could find pleasure in it. I had no choice.

Seth slipped his finger from my pussy only to add a second all the while his thumb continued to collect my juices and circle my bottom hole, pushing deeper and deeper each time until all at once his digit breached the tight ring. I groaned at the burning, stretching sensation.

"You're such a good girl, Rachel, taking me. It's such a pretty sight, seeing your ass clench my thumb. Breathe, baby. That's it. Let's work you a bit, then I'll fuck your pussy nice and hard."

I could only pant and try to relax as he worked my holes, his fingers moving in and out mimicking what his cock would do. But it was his thumb that took me to a place I never imagined. I'd fantasized about having a man kiss me, touch me and fuck me as Seth did, but this...oh, this I never knew. Every time his thumb slid over that tight ring, it made my toes tingle, my body heat, little sp

arks of pleasure like a metal on a flint. It was unlike anything I'd ever imagined. It hurt and was uncomfortable, but that only added to my need to come. My orgasm came upon with complete surprise. I'd come on my own in the past with my fingers upon my clit. I came with Seth with his cock rubbing over spots deep inside my pussy, but he'd been working my clit as well. This time, he was all but ignoring that pleasure button. I went from embarrassed and surprised by his actions to coming, all within a few heartbeats.

When the pleasure struck, I stiffened and my breath lodged in my throat, my inner walls clenching down holding his fingers deep within me as well as his thumb. I wanted his thumb in my ass.

"Jesus, baby. That's it. Oh, I love seeing your pleasure. Your ass is clenching my thumb so hard I swear I'll have a bruise. That's it. Such a good girl," he crooned, all the while I was awash in pleasure. When the feelings subsided and I lay limply across the table, he kissed his way down my spine while keeping his fingers and thumb within, not moving. "Again."

I shook my head. "No," I whispered. I was too sensitive, my tissues overworked from Seth's attentions.

"Yes," he reiterated. "Your body is mine. Your pleasure is mine." He pushed his thumb in deeper, moved it from side to side stretching me while his fingers languorously stroked that spot that had had me coming before. I came again almost instantaneously, this time screaming. I couldn't help it, my orgasm on the knife edge between intense pleasure and sweet pain.

Fingers slipped from my pussy and ran down my back, a wet streak of arousal coating the path. Seth pulled his thumb almost all the way out so that he rimmed my tight ring of muscle, the sensitive places continuing to be worked.

A knock at the front door had me stiffening and clenching down on his finger.

"Shh," he soothed, pulling his thumb free. Instead of feeling relief, I felt empty, both of my holes lonely and my body wanting more. "I'll be right back."

"You can't leave me like this," I replied, my body so sated I didn't know if I could get up even if I weren't tied down. "Please, I don't want someone to see me."

Seth grabbed a dish towel and wiped his hands as he knelt down in front of me. "No one's going to see you, baby, but me. I promise. What we do is private. Now, I'll send them on their way and I'll be right back to fuck you. See my cock?"

I was able to glance down to his lap and see his cock, an angry red with fluid seeping from the tip. He'd made me come twice while he was still aroused and unfulfilled.

"I'm getting rid of whomever's at the door. I'll be right back."

"But you're naked!" I shouted as he left the room.

I strained to hear what he told the person at the door, but true to his word, he was back within a minute.

"That was Liam Anderson. News of our wedding has spread and wanted to invite us to dinner." His hand was on my ass as I felt the head of his cock line up with my pussy. "I told him tomorrow night. I said we were a little indisposed."

"You didn't," I said on a groan, his broad tip nudging my entrance.

"I was naked. The man isn't an idiot." He thrust deep in one long glide and groaned, his hand squeezing my flesh. Slowly, he pulled back, then slid back in. His fingers had been very skilled, curling and rubbing over very specific spots inside me, but his cock was so big and hard that he filled me beyond full. It was what I'd needed. I needed him inside me, filling me up, making me complete.

"Yes!" I cried out.