Page 59 of Cowboy Daddies

She just sniffed and wiped at her eyes again. “Can-can I get up now?” She wiggled a little bit, reminding him that being pinned in place was a bit uncomfortable.

He let go of her arm immediately and shifted to untrap her legs. It took a little work, but she found herself being settled on his lap, face up this time. She hissed in a breath when her throbbing backside scraped across the rough denim of his jeans. “Ouch.”

“Yeah, you’re going to feel this one,” he said, sounding pleased about it. “This new strap really made an impression—in more than one way.”

The puns did not amuse her while she was still feeling the effects of those impressions, and she wrinkled her nose at him. “Ha ha.”

Chapter Five

Carter grinned and adjusted her position a bit, tilting her into him, so that her weight wasn’t pressing on the sore parts so much. “Better?”

She let out a long sigh. “Yes, Daddy. Thank you… and I mean specifically for this and not for the strap. It sucks.”

His grin widened. “You know, you might want to show a little gratitude.”

She snorted.

It seemed like a good time to remind her of something. “That round red rump of yours is tempting. While I was finishing up, I was thinking how nice it would be to spread those cheeks, lube you up, and stretch that cute little bottom hole of yours. The heat would feel so nice against my skin as I fucked you deep and hard.” He followed up with an mmm sound.

“Daddy!”

“Any hole, remember?” It wouldn’t take much to talk him into it either. He always enjoyed fucking her from behind when her ass was hot and red. Not only did it turn him on in a major way to see his handiwork, but as his body slapped against the sore skin, it usually had her squirming in delicious ways.

She made a wordless squeak and buried her face against his chest.

“But I think I’ll just settle for your mouth this time,” he said casually. His hand slid down and his fingernails scratched across a welt. She jumped and made a little whimpering sound. He ignored it and continued, “That warm wet mouth of yours can reward me for all my hard work, and that way it will be too full to get you in trouble.”

No sound from his wife, but the way she shifted and avoided looking at him, told him all he needed to know. He’d be willing to bet everything he owned, that she was loving the whole experience. Well, not the strap, but everything else he had done, and would do to her.

She’d even love the edging and not being allowed to come … eventually.

He enjoyed holding her in his arms for a while, not rushing to the next step. They cuddled all the time, most days they went to sleep in each other’s arms, but there was something precious about the time after punishment. It was like her walls came down completely, leaving her quivering and vulnerable.

He’d forgotten what it was like to hold her safe during those times. How he had ever let that go, he couldn’t imagine. It had happened, obviously; a series of unfortunate events had taken it from them, but it would never happen again. Not if he had anything to say about it.

So he held her and enjoyed the time together, as her tears wet his shirt and her body pressed against him, limp and heavy. His hand rubbed lazy circles on the warm skin, occasionally tracing a puffy line from the strap’s edge just to listen to the liquid sounds she made.

As always, Allegra let him know when she’d had enough comfort. She had never been one to stay still for long, not even in her sleep. After fifteen minutes or so, she started to wiggle and squirm, shifting position, until finally she slid out of his lap and stretched.

“Well, I guess I’ll head to bed,” she said. Her tone made it clear that she wasn’t planning to do any such thing. It was obviously a tease.

He didn’t disappoint her. “Sure, sweetheart. Right after we finish up that one last thing.” He leaned back and one hand went behind to brace himself. The other moved to cup the hard bulge pushing at the front of his jeans. He smirked as he waggled his eyebrows at her.

She looked down, watching as he unzipped himself. Her tongue glided across her bottom lip and a hungry look came into her eyes. Without looking away she said, “Oh, I don’t really feel like it tonight. Maybe tomorrow… you know, in twenty-four hours.”

“Testing me, sweetheart?” He chuckled. “I don’t think you want to do that.”

“I’m not testing,” she lied. “I’m just tired.”

“Okay then. Let’s head to bed. We can redo this whole adventure tomorrow.” He pushed his boxers down and his erection sprang up proudly. He’d been hard throughout the punishment, and it was a relief to free his cock.

She continued to watch for another second and then her eyes snapped up to meet his. “Redo? Uh, redo what?”

“The strapping, of course. I told you the new rules. If you don’t pay the Daddy bill, then we’ll just have to try again tomorrow, and obviously that will reset the clock on satisfying your hungry little pussy too.” His mouth tipped up at one side, almost daring her as he stroked himself.

He was lot more patient than she was. He could wait an extra day if he had to, or take matters into his own hands if he couldn’t. His lovely wife on the other hand… he could see the hunger in every line of her body.

“Fuck.” The word was almost a snarl, as she threw herself down at his feet between his spread thighs and pushed his hands out of the way. The way she grabbed his cock like it was her personal property, attacking it with her tongue and the edge of her teeth—it was nearly enough to drive him over the edge immediately.