Dear Santa, Send Me a Cowboy

Chapter 6

Chapter Six

LAWSON

“ W hat are you gonna do about it, cowboy?”

Her words went straight to my cock and instantly, my head filled with ideas on how I wanted to put her in her place.

But only one stood out.

Her beautiful ass bright red with my teeth marks indented into each cheek. Maybe then she’d realize who she was fuckin’ with. That I wasn’t like any of the other men out there who didn’t have the balls to handle her.

Never in my life had I felt so determined to make a woman mine. Especially one so insolent and persistent on proving that she didn’t need me. Hell, if I wasn’t such a confident bastard I would have cut my losses and walked away.

Okay, maybe I wouldn’t have, but the challenge of it all made me want her even more.

I needed that. I needed the challenge. I needed someone who could call me out on my bullshit and make me want to be a better man. But I also needed this. I craved this spirited little whirlwind of a woman and I'd be damned if I let her slip through my fingers.

With her neck pulsing wildly beneath my grip, I knew I couldn’t let her wait another second for her impending punishment. Even her breathless pants had turned more ragged as my fingers flexed along her nape.

“Tonight starts right the fuck now, baby. So if you wanna act like a brat, then I’ll have to treat you like one.” I reluctantly removed myself from the heat of her back and with my hand still holding her neck, I firmly placed my other onto her hip. “Now climb the rest of the way down. I got you.”

Though she was only three steps from the ground, the fear of her even twisting an ankle bothered the hell out of me.

It had only taken her a few seconds to respond, then without a smart retort or a comment as to why she didn’t need my help, she wordlessly let me guide her down.

“Good girl,” I praised with each step she took as my blood began to pump fiercely.

Once both her feet were firmly planted onto the ground, I took this as my chance to press myself against her backside again. This time, with a change in my demeanor, I forced her upper half to bend over the step.

“Lawson!” she gasped as her mitten-covered hands went to clutch onto each side of the ladder as her upper half went through the gap.

Fuck, I wanted her to say my name all goddamn night.

“ What in the hell are you doing?” Her frantic voice speared right through my chest, so with the soothing rub of my fingers on her neck, I tried my hardest to settle her nerves.

“What’s it look like, darlin’? You’re not listenin’ to me and you’re bent over.” I trailed my hand along her waistline until I felt the buttons on her snow pants. “Put two and two together.”

She let out a breathless gasp as her head swiveled to the side. Eyes the size of dinner plates, she watched my face as if she couldn’t believe what I was doing or was about to do.

“You… You can’t just…”

“Oh, I can and I will.” My fingers expertly unbuttoned the top of her pants, causing a moment of panic to filter across her face. “The second you said that you don’t need me, you gave me permission to do this, baby.”

Surprise flashed in her eyes, but they soon went dark with arousal.

Her zipper then went next. With one steady pull, her pants had loosened, causing a heaviness to fill the air around us. Like a powerful swoosh of “this is actually happening” struck us both.

It was exhilarating and so damn powerful I could barely find my next breath.

“Tell me you need this, Diana.” I detached my hand from the nape of her neck and brought both my hands down onto each side of her hips. Then wiggling my thumbs inside the seam of her pants, I began to shimmy them down her body.

After she let out a sharp hiss from the cold air hitting her skin, only heavy breaths and the sound of nylon leaving her body could be heard.

Holy fuck, she was actually letting me do this.

And just when I thought I’d be greeted with the sight of some ridiculous-looking Christmas panties covering her perfect ass, I wasn’t. Instead I was surprised with nothing but golden, creamy skin on her beautifully sculpted backside.

I was left fuckin’ breathless.

Plump and nothing short of captivating, I had to take a second to savor this moment. To catch my fucking breath and remind myself of the game plan here.

Don’t you dare fuck her yet and don’t you dare let her come.

I wanted to.

Fuckin’ Christ did I, but before she deserved anything that even closely resembled an orgasm, she needed to be disciplined.

Once I had her pants down to her mid-thigh, I then greedily palmed each cheek with my palms and squeezed. The striking contrast between my rough, toughened hands against her soft, milky skin had the cool air igniting all around us.

“Your ass was made for my hands, Diana,” I growled while continuing to knead my fingers into her flesh.

“Oh my god,” she cried out as her head tipped back on a groan.

“You like that?” I gave her one last squeeze before pulling away entirely. “You like my big hands gropin’ your perfect little ass, Diana?”

She let out a frustrated whine that had me grinning from ear to ear.

“Not in the least,” she grounded out through angry, gritted teeth.

Before I knew it, I had drawn my hand back and delivered a crisp, forceful smack to her backside that sent a thrill through the both of us.

Holy fuck.

“Not in the least, huh? You tryna piss me off, darlin’?”

She was breathing heavily now.

“What… What is spanking me going to prove, Lawson? That you’re the one in charge, or just that you know how to handle a woman who won’t back down to domineering men?”

Fuck, she was mouthy.

“It ain't about provin’ who’s in charge. We all know that at the end of the day it's you who wears the boots around here, I’m just here reminding you that I’m the man that can handle your mouth.”

“Handle me? This is what you consider handling me? Spanking me like a child?” she sneered, causing my hand to twitch with the need to give her another firm hit.

“I’m spankin’ you like a woman who needs disciplined.” I sent another solid slap against her ass cheek, sending her perfectly round globes rocking. “Now admit that you’ve been a fuckin’ brat since the moment I dropped off your tree and maybe I’ll stop.”

Her poor ass was already the shade of bright red and the negative temperatures probably weren’t making things any better either. A part of me wanted to carry her inside into the warmth of her home and continue where we left off there but I feared if I stopped, she’d kick me to the curb.

“I have nothing to admit to.”

SMACK.

“Fuck!” she shouted.

“Wrong answer, baby.”

Her groan lingered, transforming into a breathless moan that had my cock spasming for more.

“Because your ass looks too fuckin’ good with my handprint on it, I’ll give you one more chance to say what I want to hear.”

A heavy silence hung in the air, potent with unspoken tension and a rising need to confront the undeniable truth that lingered between us. But I knew now wasn’t the right time. Not when she was still searching for every reason to ignore whatever this was.

“Don’t go all quiet on me now, darlin’.” I teased the side of my hand down the seam of her ass until her body erupted in shivers. Every inch of her was smooth perfection and it took every ounce of willpower I had to resist the overwhelming urge to slip my fingers down to find her core.

Would she soak my hand?

I might not find out now, but I sure as hell was going to find out tonight.

“I’m not giving you—” I had already anticipated her defiance, bringing my palm down onto her backside once again. Her skin blossomed to an even more intense shade of red.

“Fuck… I swear to god, Lawson!” she growled, causing my mouth to curl.

“Swear to god, what? What are you gonna do, baby?” I goaded. “Give me what I want to hear and I’ll stop.”

“Never,” she panted.

Fuck, this woman…

Then three more precise cracks to her already scarlet ass later, my dick felt as though it was ready to burst through the confines of my jeans. For someone who didn’t want this, she sure was moaning a lot.

“Stop bein’ so damn stubborn, woman. and give in,” I said through gritted teeth.

I knew she was stubborn, but holy fuck was she giving me a run for my money. More than anything, I knew she wanted to accept this, but for whatever reason, she was denying us both.

And it was really beginning to piss me off.

“Lawson, please,” she whimpered, her whole body now quivering and shaking from the aftershocks. “No… no more.”

She sounded sincere in her efforts at trying to plead with me, but I knew better than to fall for it. If she could handle the trials and tribulations of being a single mother, she could most certainly handle this.

“You know how to make this stop, Diana. Admit to me that you’re a brat and I promise I’ll take the pain and make you feel good.”

My mind erupted with ideas on how I’d eliminate all her pain to make her only experience pleasure. But I couldn’t do that yet until she surrendered.

Until she finally let go of all her fears and doubts and let me in.

I could sense her internal struggle. Her obvious reluctance to hand over the power that she was so used to carrying. If there was a way I could prove to her that I was more than just a man wanting to spend a night with a single mother, I would. But I had a feeling trying to convince her would be like trying to convince my old man to quit smoking.

Nearly fucking impossible.

So instead of giving her another firm spanking, I let her have a moment to process everything. If anything, to let her punishment sink in and how fuckin’ perfect it felt between us.

“I can’t feel my ass.” She sliced through the tension with chattering teeth.

“Sounds like somethin’ I can help you with once you tell me what I want to hear.” I couldn’t tear my eyes away from my creation. Perfect splotches of red and the outline of my fingers decorated her ass.

Prettiest fuckin’ thing I’d ever seen.

“If… If I agree that I might have been a bit unwelcoming toward you, will you stop spanking me?” she questioned, her voice a mixture of frustration and hesitant acceptance.

My chest expanded in victory, but I couldn’t revel in it just yet.

She was almost there.

Right on the very edge, ready to topple over, and all she needed was a little push.

“If you agree, I’ll do whatever the fuck you want me to do, darlin’.”

I could hear her sharp intake of breath as her head swiveled to the side as if trying to meet my eyes. Only her profile was visible to me but I could see the glimmer of unshed tears brimming in her eyes.

Fuck.

While a part of me worried that I’d been too rough, another part took pleasure in evoking such strong emotions from her. I wanted to lick the tears from her face and give her endless amounts of toe-curling pleasure.

“I…” Her voice sounded clogged with uncertainty, and already I could feel my knees quivering in anticipation. “I… I admit it, Lawson—I’m a brat. Now will you please make me feel good?”

My eyes immediately slammed shut from the intensity of her words. A grand slam of feelings struck me straight in the gut and before I knew it, I was dropping down onto my knees before her.

“Fuck, baby,” I groaned as my eager mouth was now only inches away from her ass. “Took you long enough.”

A soft, angelic-like laughter filled the air.

“I didn’t have much of a choice, seeing as this was my only way to get you to stop.”

I let her snarky comment slide since this was all new to her. Then leaning forward, I palmed her least red cheek and brought my mouth down onto her skin.

“Don’t act like you didn’t fuckin’ love what I was doing.” I ravaged her wounds in sloppy, wet kisses as she gasped in surprise. “You could have walked away whenever you wanted to, darlin’. I wasn’t holdin’ you hostage. If anything, I don’t think you wanted me to stop.”

I flicked my tongue playfully against her at first, testing her out before I laid it flat along the raised welts on her backside. It didn’t take long before I was tracing a path down her curves, seeking out every inch of skin I could reach.

In response, she let out a hiss. One filled with pleasure and pain, but shortly after, a sigh of relief had escaped from her lips.

“Why… Why are you doing this?” She shifted herself farther into my face, initiating my tongue to dip toward her crack.

Fuck, I wanted to taste more of her.

“Told you I wanted to make you feel better,” I grunted.

Now fully engrossed in the mission of relieving her pain, I shifted over to the other cheek.

The beat-up one that needed a hell of a lot more TLC.

“This side sore, darlin’?” I asked while accessing the damage.

“What do you think?” she gritted just as I lashed my tongue out. What was supposed to be a tender, loving caress had turned cruel. “Fuck! Yes, Lawson. Yes, it’s sore!”

A grin curled my mouth as I settled my tongue and went back to worshiping. No longer distraught, her whole body slackened on a groan.

“There’s my girl. Who knew that all you needed was a little ass spankin’ to get rid of all that brattiness.” My head tilted to the side, where my cheek was now resting against her curves. I couldn’t stop licking. I couldn’t help but savor every taste, letting my palms explore all over.

“Lawson, please…” she pleaded. “I need…”

She whimpered as if struggling with admitting to me and herself what she wanted.

“Tell me what you need,” I begged. “Please, just fuckin’ tell me and end this misery once and for all for the both of us.”

I shouldn’t be the one on my knees, face buried into her ass, begging, but goddamn, this woman made me want to do crazy things. Never in my life had I felt so barbaric in my attempts at making a woman mine, but I didn’t give a single fuck, because it seemed to be working.

It seemed that all this single mother needed was a good, firm spanking and someone who wasn’t afraid to take her on.

“You know what I need, cowboy. If you really wanted me to stop with all the sass, you should’ve put that mouth to use somewhere else.”

As my eyes fluttered closed from the impact of her words, a deep groan tore through me at the mere thought of getting my mouth in and around her pussy.

I could only imagine the effects her sweet nectar would have on me.

She’d have me wrapped around her finger was what she would have me. Wouldn’t want to go a day without having her thighs squeezing my head until I had her screaming my name.

I could almost guaran-fucking-tee that.

Then with the smallest amount of restraint I had left, I pulled away from her. Chest heaving, cock straining, I gave her perfect ass one final squeeze.

“And I will,” I grunted, hating that I was choosing this exact moment to stop, but when I told her I was going to fix her lights, I fucking meant it. And now that she fully surrendered to me, and gave me the words I desperately wanted to hear, I couldn’t let her stay out in the cold a fuckin’ second longer.

The risk of hypothermia.

Fuckin’ frostbite. I’d rather cut off my own arm then have her suffer.

“Need you to go inside and warm up, baby.” I guided her out of the ladder where I lowered myself to the ground to assist with pulling up her pants. In a cloud of haze, Diana willingly let me help her and within seconds, she was covered again with flushed cheeks and wide eyes.

“Go, I’ll be inside as soon as I’m finished.” Swatting at the curve of her thigh, she quickly ran off into the house without sparing me a second glance.

I just fucking hoped and prayed that she wasn’t already regretting this.