Wild Mustang Security Firm Complete Collection #1-6

Chapter 7

Chapter

Seven

M andy was walking downstairs to get some cucumber slices for her puffy eyes when she heard the knock on the door. She had been crying ever since she ran from John. Along with her tears, she had tried to strengthen her resolve that her leaving was for the best, and she and the marshal were ill-suited to one another. It had not escaped her notice, she was failing miserably.

She was trying to be logical and assure herself she was doing the right thing for both of them, but everything inside her screamed it was the wrong choice, and her life would never be all it could be without him at her side.

Although she was still dressed in only his shirt, it covered everything. She intended just to get rid of whoever it was unless it was one of the boys coming to get the marshal’s keys to return his truck to him. She’d worry about getting her car out of the impound lot on Monday.

She wiped her eyes, so no trace of her tears remained, and cracked open the door. All of her resolve and rationalization flew out the window when she saw John’s handsome face.

“What are you doing here?” she whispered.

“Three. Now, open the damn door, Mandy.”

“I’m not sure that’s a good idea,” she stammered.

“The bad idea was the tantrum you threw earlier, and we’ll get to that in a minute.”

John gently pushed on the door, and Mandy backed away, allowing it to open, so John could walk in. She watched as he closed and locked it.

“Do you have anything to say for yourself? Anything you think might help me understand why you behaved the way you did, and I might want to consider before deciding just how hard I’m going to spank you?”

“You… you can’t spank me.”

“I can, I have, and I will continue to do so every single time you deserve it. Trust me, refusing to talk to me and running away dressed only in my shirt constitutes deserving it.”

“This isn’t right, John. Nobody spanks their girlfriend these days.”

“You couldn’t be more wrong, sweetheart. There’s a growing number of couples who have opted to live this way. Girlfriends, significant others, fiancés, and wives get their pretty bottoms spanked when they misbehave by the men who love and care for them enough to hold them accountable for their actions. And in case you missed it, you have joined their ranks.”

“I’m none of those things,” she said, straightening her back.

“At the moment, I’d classify you as my significant other. In the next, you’ll be my fiancé and within short order, my wife.”

The words sank in, and she blinked at him once, then twice.

“Is that your idea of a proposal?”

“No. I’d originally thought to take you out for a romantic dinner, bring you home, and after another incredible night, I planned to bring you breakfast in bed and propose to you there. But given your rather bad reaction to me stating the obvious, I figured I’d skip that part and just get right to the point where you forget how you feel about me, lose your temper, get difficult, get your pretty bottom spanked, then decide to behave and say yes.”

Mandy started to retort angrily but bit it back before taking a deep breath.

“We both know the sex between us is great, and I wouldn’t mind getting some of that on a regular basis, but we really aren’t at all suited to each other. You expect a wife who will do as she’s told, and that just isn’t me. I can’t see us being anything more than fuck buddies.”

“You can’t?” he said, not appearing to be nearly as upset as she thought he might be.

“No, I can’t. I’ll go put something else on and get you your keys. Then I think it’s best you leave and we not see each other for a while. In a week or two, we can get together and talk about how we want to proceed.”

“Is that what you expect?”

“Yes, John. I think it’s for the best.”

“Well, you think wrong. Let me explain to you what’s going to happen. You’re going to apologize to me for your behavior since I told you I loved you. You’re then going to put this ring in my pocket on your finger and agree to be my wife. Then you’re going to hand me my shirt and go upstairs to stand in the corner until I come up to spank you. Then we’ll decide how and when we’re getting married and make plans for you to move into our home.”

“You’re delusional,” she said, rapidly losing control of her temper.

“No, I’m giving you your best option out of this muck up you’re trying to make of things. Trust me, you won’t like the alternative in the least. Actually, you’ll end up enjoying some of it, but it’s going to piss you off royally that you do.”

She was certain he was alluding to how aroused she got when he spanked her.

“I do not enjoy being spanked,” she seethed.

“I don’t doubt it, but you do enjoy the show of dominance that comes along with it, and it makes you very aroused. In fact, just talking about it has your nipples beading up, and I suspect your pussy is getting wet. But that’s not what I had in mind. There’s more than one way for me to remind you which one of us is dominant. I’m willing to bet what I have in mind will go a long way in reminding you, it isn’t you.”

“I think you should leave,” she said coolly.

“And I think you need to hand me my shirt. That’s the last time I’m going to ask for it.”

“Fuck you,” she spat.

He shook his head.

“In the years to come, I want you to remember, I gave you every chance to avoid the punishment you’re about to get.”

Before she could move away, John grabbed a fist full of her hair and was headed up the stairs, using it to lead her. He marched her down the hall and saw the disarray her torment had caused. Sitting on the bed, he removed the shirt she had on, despite her protests, then put her over his knee again.

“No, John!”

“Yes, Mandy.”

His hand made a sharp, staccato connection with her still well-colored bottom, causing her to yelp in response. John made short work of reigniting the fire on her derriere. Any resolution she’d made to herself about not crying went out the window, and she capitulated easily and quickly. He stopped spanking and rubbed her bottom, then reached between her legs, which she parted so that he could fondle her. She was surprised he didn’t play with her clit, but seemed to just check she was wet enough for him to fuck.

He helped her up off his lap and gently pushed down on her shoulders until she sank to her knees. Before releasing her hand, he reached into his front pocket and took out an exquisite diamond ring and slipped it on her finger.

“I want you to open my fly and get my cock out. You will pleasure me with your mouth until I tell you otherwise.”

She nodded not only obediently, but she had to admit to herself, submissively. His spanking had only served to remind her she didn’t want him to be angry with her. She had to admit, not only was she glad he was here and putting things right between them, but that he had followed through on what he had told her he would do if she ran from him. No one had ever cared enough to come after her, much less hold her accountable for her actions.

She began to lick, nibble, and suck his engorged cock. John groaned as she took him into her mouth, lapping her tongue under the head. Drawing her mouth back, she sucked lightly until just the head was still lodged inside. She swirled her tongue around the tip of his cock and along its slit, encouraging his precum to escape, so she could taste him for the first time. He was salty yet sweet. She looked up to find he was watching her intently, instead of having his eyes closed, enjoying her attention.

John pushed his cock deeper into her mouth toward the back of her throat. She relaxed her jaw, so he could shove deep as he gently plunged in and out of her mouth. Sucking him as he withdrew, she licked the end of his cock as it reached the back of her teeth before sinking back into her to tickle her non-existent tonsils. Mandy was sure it was the largest cock she’d ever accommodated and loved being able to give him something he was enjoying. Tasting a little more precum, she looked forward to feeling him shoot his seed down her throat and into her belly when he withdrew completely. She watched in fascination as the moisture from her mouth coated his hard member, and small strings of it fell away from her lips.

“Turn around, Mandy. Stay up on your knees but prostrate the rest of your body on the floor.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Once she was in position, John knelt behind her and dipped two fingers into her pussy. He didn’t need to pump her to ramp up her arousal, which was already in full bloom. Gathering some of her natural lubricant, he drew it up to her bottom hole and began to liberally apply it to the outer rim and just past its entrance, but didn’t probe as deeply as he had before. She felt herself relax until she felt the tip of his very wet, very hard cock push against her.

“John?” she said, mildly panicked.

“You were very naughty this afternoon, and naughty little girls get their bottom holes fucked by their man to show him how very sorry they are for their behavior. Are you sorry for your behavior, Mandy?” he asked seductively.

“Yes, John, but…”

“Mandy, you’re going to submit to me right here, right now. You are going to formally agree to marry me, apologize for this afternoon’s bullshit, and ask me to fuck your ass to show me your contrition.”

He waited, poised at her entrance. She wanted to tell him no, to tell him to go fuck himself, but every fiber of her being urged her to do as he wanted. She’d never had any interest in anal sex, but there was something about the way it was being done that pushed her past her concerns and assured her this was what was meant to be. She trusted that John would never truly hurt her.

“Do you need me to spank you some more before you obey me?”

She shook her head. At that moment, everything became clear. She loved John. Probably had from the night they met. She had been terrified of doing so, but now understood loving him was as necessary as breathing—and just as easy. There was no need to fear anymore. She knew the man who was about to breach her last virgin hole would always keep her safe—and loved.

“I’m sorry I behaved so badly earlier today. If it matters at all, I’ve been crying all afternoon. I’m awfully glad you love me enough to come after me and make me behave. I will happily marry you and spend the rest of my life with you, making up for my previous naughty behavior.” She wasn’t sure she could actually ask him.

“All of it, Mandy,” he said softly as he gently nudged her asshole with the head of his cock.

She took a deep breath.

“And I want you to fuck my ass, so you know I’ve submitted to you and want to atone for what I put you through.”

She sighed as he stroked her back and sides before steadying her as he pushed his cock forward. The tight ring of muscle that guarded her back entrance was tight but gradually yielded as he gently pushed.

“Good girl,” he soothed. “Just relax, sweetheart. It will be fine once I’m in and your body has a chance to adjust.”

Slowly but surely, he gained ground—inch by inch. It wasn’t altogether unpleasant, and as he reached under her to play with her clit, she felt a rush of endorphins as her body suddenly came alight with a powerful climax she hadn’t anticipated.

“Oh, God!” she cried out in pleasure.

She realized John had stopped his forward momentum and was lodged deeply in her bottom hole. Gently, he began to move, and she gasped as discomfort gave way to a new pleasure, one she had never expected. He steadied her with one hand while rubbing and tugging her clit with the other, and her body responded in the only way it knew how, ramping up for another orgasm.

John groaned with primal satisfaction, not just from the sensation of her tight channel enveloping him but in recognition of her total surrender to his dominance. Pumping with more vigor, he moved his hand from her pleasure nub to her pussy, thrusting three of his fingers into her wet sheath as he filled her back channel with his cum. She responded, calling out his name as she came again, her pussy clamping down on his fingers.

When the onslaught was over and her body had a chance to recover, he slowly withdrew and helped her to her feet. Swinging her up in his arms, he took her into her shower, where they lovingly bathed each other before getting out to dry off.

“Do you want to call it done, or do you need me to give you that spanking for running off?” he asked, smoothing her hair off her face.

“No, please, John.” She cuddled closer to him. “I really am sorry. I love you and want to marry you, and I promise I won’t ever run away again.”

“This time, and only because I think you’re truly sorry for your earlier actions, I’m going to let it go. But if I ever have to come after you again, once I get you home, I’ll take my belt to your bottom and leave welts. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, Sir.” She looked down at her ring. “Are we really getting married?”

He chuckled. “Do you doubt that? Do you need another trip over my knee to ensure you intend to keep your word?”

“No,” she laughed. “You must admit, it’s all been rather sudden. I keep telling myself this can’t be, that I can’t possibly feel for you what I do, but I do. If I doubted it before, this afternoon, here by myself, proved that to me. I couldn’t stop crying, and the worst of it was I knew if I had driven you away, it was my own fault. But you came for me.”

He tilted her face toward his and kissed her deeply, slowly, and reverently.

“I will always come for you, Mandy.” He smiled, and she could see the truth of his words and the strength of his love shining in his eyes. “I might not compete against you in pool, but I will always come for you.”

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