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“That’s the border,” I say, jerking my head.
Her eyes narrow. “I thought it extended further in.”
“It did,” I say. “But I bought it off them.”
Her brows shoot up. “I can’t imagine the Garrisons selling to you.”
“They sold to the bank,” I say. “I own the bank. And now, in the last year, I’ve absorbed seven thousand acres of Garrison land.”
She gazes at me and her lips part. My eyes wander and I remember how soft they are. How they wrap around my fingers. How they parted in the blacksmith shop as I licked her soft pussy.
Fuck…she’s a pretty thing.
My thoughts turn quickly darker. Her skin marks easily. She’s delicate, but she’s also sturdy from working on the farm. I could lay my belt across her ass until she bruised and she’d probably let me. This little redhead is a slut for pain, that much is obvious.
I got a taste for dominating her the other night, and now I’m hungry again. I want her tied up in my bed, ass flushed red, cum seeping from between her legs. Tears dusting her thick lashes.
“What are you staring at?” she whispers.
I shake my head once. “I’m not friendly with the Garrisons, Keira. We have a dark…bloody history. There’s no love lost.”
I can tell she wants to pry, but instead she stays quiet.
“Don’t speak to any Garrison,” I say. “And you don’t need to fear them. If anyone goes after you, I’ll consider it theft of my property and deal with it accordingly.”
She knows we’re so far out the law is a loose memory. The penalty in these parts for hustling cattle and horses is a quick shot to the side of the head. And a shallow grave in the mountains. Her eyes widen and her throat bobs.
“What do you say?” I press.
“I understand, sir,” she says in a rush.
“Good girl.”
The thing that surprises me most about Keira is that, whether she knows it or not, she wants this as badly as I do. Maybeshe didn’t know it before, but she seems to want the security of obedience from someone she trusts.
If that’s the case, I’m doing something right because she’s offering her obedience to me.
It’s almost ten when we get back to the house. She’s cold so I send her inside while I brush down the horses and put them out to the pasture. When I go to drop some things off in the bedroom, I find the bathroom door ajar. The shower is running and thick steam wafts through the crack.
Something catches my boot. I look down to see her clothes on the floor.
I don’t like messes. Everything in my house must be neat.
Bending, I pick up her shirt and jeans. Her panties fall out and I catch them before they hit the ground. The pale pink cotton feels like silk in my rough fingers. I turn them over and there’s a little wet stain where her pussy sat. I bring it to my nose and inhale.
Sweet…pure pheromones.
Something animal wakes in me. She’s not on birth control and I can smell she’s ovulating. The scent is a little sweeter and it hits me like a brick wall. It’s like an electric shock that blows my pupils and turns my senses all the way up.
I want to wrap my cock in her panties and jerk off into them. To paint my cum on every intimate thing she owns.
The bathroom door creaks open and she’s standing there, patting her hair dry. Looking clean and flushed pink from her shower.
“Come here,” I say.
She obeys, setting the towel on the bedside table. There’s hesitancy in her steps, but I can also see her nipples tighten.
I don’t stand on ceremony. She gasps as I spin her around and bend her over the bed. Her fists clench the sheets.
