Page 35 of The Trail Boss

“Seriously?”

“Right now, it’s a count of five. Keep arguing and we’ll make it ten.”

He folded his arms over his chest and waited, watching a myriad of emotions cross her face. Making her decision, she assumed the position he’d instructed her to take.

“Good girl,” he crooned and watched her shiver again.

Without further preliminaries, he brought his hand down on her ass with a fair amount of sting. She really could have been killed, and in dangerous situations, he meant for her to obey him. Roxie gasped and then shuddered. It seemed his little sub was liking this far more than either of them had anticipated.

He smacked her again, watching as her skin pinkened. He’d need to be careful when they played not to mark her or really hurt her. She squirmed, but held position.

When he landed the third swat it was to the opposite cheek, trailing his finger down the crevice of her ass, letting his fingers slide between her thighs to test her arousal, hoping like hell he hadn’t misjudged her. He hadn’t. Roxie’s sex was wet, ripe and ready, which was good considering he was hard as a rock and his cock was throbbing in anticipation.

He slid two fingers into her, plunging them in and out until her breath was thready. Pulling them out, he smacked each of her cheeks a final time, and she cried out, not in pain, but inneed. Taking hold of her hips, he lined his cock up and slowly began to press in. As he’d anticipated, she tried pushing back to impale herself, but she needed to learn, especially in matters of sex, he had full and total control.

Holding her in place, he said calmly. “Try that again and not only won’t you get my dick, you’ll earn yourself another spanking.”

“Fine.”

He released her hip with one hand and smacked her again. “That’s ‘yes Sir’ unless you’d like me to stop this and edge you for the next couple of hours.”

“No, Sir. I’m sorry, Sir.”

“Better,” he chuckled, wrapping his hand back around her hip and beginning to bury his cock, painstakingly slow. “Damn. You feel so fucking good.”

“So do you, Sir,” she said, moaning as he began to draw back before thrusting back in.

There was no way he was going to last at this point, but fortunately he had the rest of the night to fuck her slowly to his heart’s content. It felt so right to be inside her, more right than anything else in his life.

Holding her steady, he began to fuck her with relentless abandon, holding nothing back and pounding into her.

“Yes. God yes,” she moaned, flexing her fingers on the bench’s edge.

The telltale tingle at the base of his spine told him his release was imminent. Reaching beneath her he rubbed her clit with his thumb before pressing down. As he buried himself deep inside her, jettisoning his cum, Roxie cried out, her cunt clamping down before she went limp in his hands.

Pulling her up and against him, he began to gently soap her body, washing her clean. There was a deep peace and happiness that came with being with Roxie, and he would never let anyonetake that or her from him. If her in-laws and Dugan wanted a fight, they’d picked the right man.

The following morning, Roxie emerged from the walk-in closet—where he kept a small coffee bar, complete with a pod coffeemaker, several kinds of whiskey and a small fridge for cream, soft drinks and beer—carrying two steaming mugs of coffee. She hesitated before stepping forward and handing one to Gavin.

“Thanks,” he said, his voice low.

She sat down between his legs, her knees drawn up, her fingers wrapped around the mug. For a long moment, neither of them spoke. The strain and exhaustion from the ambush the night before as well as their night-long, marathon sex session still lingered.

“Do you ever get tired of this?” Roxie asked suddenly, her voice quiet.

Gavin glanced at her, his brow furrowing. “Tired of what?”

“Being the strong one,” she said, looking into her coffee. “Always having to hold it together, always having the answers. Doesn’t it ever feel like too much?”

He leaned back, his hand resting on the back of the couch as he studied her. “Yeah,” he admitted. “All the time.”

Roxie turned to face him, surprise flickering in her eyes. “You do?”

“I’m not a machine, Roxie,” Gavin said, his voice soft but firm. “There are days it feels like the weight is too much. Days I wonder if I’m doing enough or if I’ll ever get it right. Days when everything feels completely out of control. It’s part of what being a Dom does for me. It allows me to focus and controleverything to make it right for me and my partner. As much as you needed to know I would spank you, I needed to know you would accept my discipline. But also...” He paused, looking at her. “I remember why I do what I do. Who I’m doing it for.”

Her breath caught, and she looked away, her voice wavering. “It feels like I’ve been fighting my whole life. Fighting to prove myself, to survive, to not let them win. And now... now it feels like I’m losing anyway.”

“You’re not losing,” Gavin said, his tone sharp with conviction. “You’re here. You’re alive. And you’ve got people in your corner now.”

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