Page 59 of The Cowboy's Promise

“But—”

“Now, Heather!”

With butterflies in her stomach bursting to life, she moved to the bed, let the towel fall to the floor, then placed herself across the pillows. “Now put this on,” he ordered, handing her a blindfold.

Though she was nervous as she slipped it over her eyes, she couldn’t deny the thrill rippling through her body.

* * *

Once she was in position, Blake straddled her back facing her feet, and smoothed his palms over her full, round cheeks for several long seconds before speaking.

“Heather, if you ever find yourself in any kind of trouble walk away and call me,” he began. “I’m going to teach you some self defense, but there are three basic don’ts. Are you listenin’?” he demanded, landing the first hard slap on each cheek.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Don’t think you can get the better of a man. Don’t borrow trouble. Don’t go where you know you shouldn’t. Understood?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“I’m spankin’ you now to punish you for thinkin’ you could confront Joe on your own. You knew at the time it was a terrible idea. Am I right?”

“Yes, I did, and I’m sorry…and…and..it’s my fault they’re gone.”

“No!” he barked, spanking her again. “Joe and Courtney are in that lake because they were out to kill you. They’re the only ones responsible for what happened to them.”

“You’re right, I know you’re right,” she bleated as he continued to slap his hand from one side to the other.

“But from now on—”

“I won’t do anything stupid. I promise!”

“Good,” he said, softening his voice as he caressed her red skin, then slid his fingers into her sex.

Hearing her gasp, he rubbed her clit, allowing her groans to guide him as he increased the pressure. But just when he was about to spank her again she let out a cry, and he couldn’t resist thrusting his finger in and out of her soaked passage.

“Ooh, Blake, that feels so good. Please don’t stop.”

Though his cock had become a steel rod, he continued the lewd attention, bringing her to the brink, then backing off, until she was pleading for her release.

“No more risk-takin’?”

“No, never, please….”

It took just a few seconds to bring her to a shuddering orgasm. With her body limp beneath him, he gripped his hardness and stroked himself into a powerful climax, taking great joy in exploding over her reddened backside.

* * *

After cleaning up the mess with a warm damp, cloth, Blake moved the pillows and they stretched out on the bed.

“I love you, Heather,” he murmured, bringing her into his arms.

“I love you too, Blake. Sometimes I love you so much it hurts.”

“So…should we get married here at the ranch or in the church?” he asked softly.

“Um…the church,” she replied without missing a beat. “My parents go there every Sunday. They’d be very disappointed if I was married anywhere else.”

“We should check the calendar and set a date over dinner, and there’s something you should know. I’ll spank you if I feel you need it.”

“I know, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

“Just as well, because that’s a promise.”

THE END

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