covered in red hand prints. Then he headed away from the barn.
“Wait,” she said.
Take me. Please, take me here.
You got me so excited. Don’t leave me now…
But Angel couldn’t beg.
“Right,” he said, then Grant strode over to her and he unleashed her from the ropes. As fast as he tied them, he untied them, and she was free. She spread out on the floor.
“Almost forgot to untie you. I’ll see you inside.”
Angel wanted to say “wait” again, but she was too busy groaning.
Then the barn doors shut, and she was in darkness, horny and alone.
She washed again when she was inside.
Angel first put the hot water on, then decided on the cool, needing to cool off mentally and physically from all of Grant’s attention. Her arousal pounded. She didn’t know how she could deny it. Her fingers kept wanting to trail to her sex. She wanted to touch herself, but knew it wouldn’t be as fulfilling as Grant touching her.
That bastard. He gets me hot and horny, then he leaves me there. He knew what he was doing. He used me for his own amusement. I bet he doesn’t even like me. I bet he wanted to show that he could use me like I used him. That fucking bastard.
I hate cowboys.
Crazy ass cowboy.
She laughed, realizing how silly that sounded. Before she had nothing terrible to say about cowboys, except they were potentially hot.
Not even a cowboy. He’s a ranch hand, right?
Or something like that…
Just fuck him, fuck him.
Angel soaped her ass. She groaned, seeing her ass littered with hand prints. They weren’t going to leave easily. As she soaped herself, running over her curves, the desire came surging for her to finish what Grant couldn’t.
The hand prints were a memento, something to remember that sensual, yet rough time with Grant.
He enjoyed it.
He had to enjoy it.
I still hold all the cards, she thought, remembering his hard cock pressing into her, his heat wanting to force itself inside.
But why hadn’t he continued? Had he wanted more from her? What did she do wrong? Nothing, he’s just a crazy ass cowboy, she repeated to herself again.
Confident in herself again, she headed out of the shower. She dried herself then got into her night gown. The silk felt wonderful on Angel. Even without the hard spanking, she still had a difficult day. She spent the entire day working, something that she wasn’t used to. She thought about one thing after the silk flowed over her, getting into bed.
Before she headed out, Angel wanted to be properly dressed. She was afraid of what might happen to her if she were to be provocative around Grant. She didn’t know if she had it in her for another spanking. If he teased her again, tempting her to the point where she wanted to come, and then he left her alone, she would go crazy.
Legitimately crazy. She would flip.
She slipped on her bra and panties underneath the robe. It was still revealing, if he were to strip her of the robe, but she knew she shouldn’t run into him on the brief way between the bathroom and the bed. She headed there. Holding her breath, she didn’t see him, and slammed the door shut behind her. It was already night. By the time she was done with her shower, dusk had happened.
I must’ve been in there awhile.
Fooling around with myself…except I didn’t even do anything. I just thought about it. How frustrating.
She groaned then flopped onto the bed. It felt amazing. She ran her arms and legs across it, letting the softness sink in. Finally, Angel was at peace. That’s when she realized that she hadn’t checked her cell phone in such a long time. She took it out of her dirty pants and tossed it onto the dresser next to her. It said she had a bunch of missed calls and missed texts, but she didn’t care.
Angel wasn’t going anywhere tonight.
The cowboy had gotten his wish.
Maybe I need a spanking every night.
Angel giggled to herself, still amused that he had done that to her. When she was finished, she rolled over, and
“Wait,” she said.
Take me. Please, take me here.
You got me so excited. Don’t leave me now…
But Angel couldn’t beg.
“Right,” he said, then Grant strode over to her and he unleashed her from the ropes. As fast as he tied them, he untied them, and she was free. She spread out on the floor.
“Almost forgot to untie you. I’ll see you inside.”
Angel wanted to say “wait” again, but she was too busy groaning.
Then the barn doors shut, and she was in darkness, horny and alone.
She washed again when she was inside.
Angel first put the hot water on, then decided on the cool, needing to cool off mentally and physically from all of Grant’s attention. Her arousal pounded. She didn’t know how she could deny it. Her fingers kept wanting to trail to her sex. She wanted to touch herself, but knew it wouldn’t be as fulfilling as Grant touching her.
That bastard. He gets me hot and horny, then he leaves me there. He knew what he was doing. He used me for his own amusement. I bet he doesn’t even like me. I bet he wanted to show that he could use me like I used him. That fucking bastard.
I hate cowboys.
Crazy ass cowboy.
She laughed, realizing how silly that sounded. Before she had nothing terrible to say about cowboys, except they were potentially hot.
Not even a cowboy. He’s a ranch hand, right?
Or something like that…
Just fuck him, fuck him.
Angel soaped her ass. She groaned, seeing her ass littered with hand prints. They weren’t going to leave easily. As she soaped herself, running over her curves, the desire came surging for her to finish what Grant couldn’t.
The hand prints were a memento, something to remember that sensual, yet rough time with Grant.
He enjoyed it.
He had to enjoy it.
I still hold all the cards, she thought, remembering his hard cock pressing into her, his heat wanting to force itself inside.
But why hadn’t he continued? Had he wanted more from her? What did she do wrong? Nothing, he’s just a crazy ass cowboy, she repeated to herself again.
Confident in herself again, she headed out of the shower. She dried herself then got into her night gown. The silk felt wonderful on Angel. Even without the hard spanking, she still had a difficult day. She spent the entire day working, something that she wasn’t used to. She thought about one thing after the silk flowed over her, getting into bed.
Before she headed out, Angel wanted to be properly dressed. She was afraid of what might happen to her if she were to be provocative around Grant. She didn’t know if she had it in her for another spanking. If he teased her again, tempting her to the point where she wanted to come, and then he left her alone, she would go crazy.
Legitimately crazy. She would flip.
She slipped on her bra and panties underneath the robe. It was still revealing, if he were to strip her of the robe, but she knew she shouldn’t run into him on the brief way between the bathroom and the bed. She headed there. Holding her breath, she didn’t see him, and slammed the door shut behind her. It was already night. By the time she was done with her shower, dusk had happened.
I must’ve been in there awhile.
Fooling around with myself…except I didn’t even do anything. I just thought about it. How frustrating.
She groaned then flopped onto the bed. It felt amazing. She ran her arms and legs across it, letting the softness sink in. Finally, Angel was at peace. That’s when she realized that she hadn’t checked her cell phone in such a long time. She took it out of her dirty pants and tossed it onto the dresser next to her. It said she had a bunch of missed calls and missed texts, but she didn’t care.
Angel wasn’t going anywhere tonight.
The cowboy had gotten his wish.
Maybe I need a spanking every night.
Angel giggled to herself, still amused that he had done that to her. When she was finished, she rolled over, and
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