Page 23 of Taming His Brat

It was a relationship-shaking problem. He could, and would, punish her for the part where she broke the rules they’d set up, but that wasn’t going to solve the root issue. The ranch had been their dream, not just hers. What did it mean for their relationship if she no longer wanted to be part of it?

Hell, even further what did that mean for his whole life, which he’d built around working the spread. As half owner he was pretty sure he could keep it from being sold, even if the lawyer didn’t say no, but then what? He couldn’t see them settling easily back into the relationship they’d built with such a huge issue between them.

Things had been going so well, and now this. It took a real effort for him to push those concerns back so he could deal with the missing work first. It was a much smaller problem, but the punishment would break down some of her walls.

That would prime her for dealing with the real issue. Charlie struggled less after she’d been punished. But even sniffling and with a sore butt he hadn’t expected her to just admit it like it was unimportant.

“I’m sorry, Daddy. I swear I didn’t think it was a big deal. I thought it would be okay.” She said it in her little girl being punished voice, the one that usually tugged at all his heartstrings. This time it just compounded the hurt. How could she think it was okay?

It turned out she hadn’t thought it was okay, because she was innocent—the little side issue of her confused confession to something else was another matter. But as soon as they’d started talking it through and cleared up the confusion on both sides it became obvious that she was telling the truth.

He wondered how he could ever have believed she’d try to sell the ranch. It was so far off from anything she’d ever wanted … except lately she’d barely been interested. Her mother was definitely against the place and made it plain that she could hardly stand to be as close to it as she was in the main house. So, in the back of his mind, he’d wondered if this was another one of the many changes he’d noticed in her lately.

Still, suddenly wearing dresses all the time was one thing, wanting to change the whole course of her life was something else. He should have realized something was off. He still couldn’t explain the situation. People he’d known and trusted for years couldn’t all be spontaneously lying to him.

And why would they bother anyway? There was no point to it. The mystery had him reeling.

But he still felt guilty for assuming it was true. It was nothing compared to the relief of finding out it was a lie though, and at least he hadn’t just stormed in and whupped her ass for something she hadn’t done. He didn’t usually do things like that, but he’d been pretty damn tempted after the third call.

He wasn’t sure he’d have been able to drop the guilt of that.

But the relief had been so strong that he grabbed her and kissed her hard, just needing to claim her physically. From there it had turned into a bout of wild fucking on his creaky old desk. It wasn’t planned. It just happened. The sparks and fire shifted and the next thing he knew he was sliding between her sweet thighs and plunging home.

It had always been like this between them. Back when they had dated before, almost every fight had ended up twisting into rough sex. And now, as he thrust deep into her and she moaned his name, he was reminded of those days. He didn’t want to go back to the constant chaos and arguing, but he couldn’t deny the passion still stirred them up.

They needed this, both of them. Right now, every other problem in the world disappeared. All he could think about was her soft skin and the way she felt when she tightened around his cock, like she was trying to drain him dry.

She came, but that wasn’t enough for him. It only whetted his appetite for more. He wanted to bring her to the point of begging. He wanted to empty her mind so that nothing existed but him. His hips snapped forward steadily, thrusting like a piston in an engine until she began to writhe and whimper under him with another building climax.

But it was too soon for that. He wanted this to last for both of them and knew he wouldn’t be able to hold out if she came again. He drove her to the edge and then pulled back. The moaning developed a whining tone to it as he left her primed and ready, but never quite there. Every time one of them came close he shifted his rhythm or paused to let it recede.

“Don’t come, baby!” The order was snapped, harsh and her reply was a long whimper of need. “If you come before I say you can, you won’t sit for a week, Charlie.” The warning had her biting down on her bottom lip and giving him desperate pleading stares, which he ignored.

Every gasp, every moan drove him crazy. It took every trick in the book to keep from coming, but then her voice began to rise as she chanted ‘uh uh uh please pleaseeeee’. He pulled on the last of his self-control and forced himself to freeze in mid-stroke.

Her eyes opened, filled with confusion. Her lips parted to ask why he stopped but he cut her off. His voice was harsh. “Beg me, Darlin’. Beg for what you want, or I’ll stop right now.” The order was nearly a snarl dredged up from deep in his need to finish. To push her further along, he reached down and began to circle her clit with the pad of his thumb, and she reacted with a squirm that almost ruined it all.

There was zero chance he would have stopped at that point. He wasn’t even sure he could have, but it didn’t matter since she complied with desperation. “Please Daddy, don’t stop. I need to come, pleaseplease.” The words were interrupted with pants and little sounds of her rising pleasure and that alone was enough to drive him over the edge.

He grabbed her hips in a harsh grip, pinned her in place as he forced back the tide long enough to get in a few more strokes. “Come, Charliegirl. Come for Daddy.” He shifted, ever so slightly, to stroke in just the right spot and suddenly her whole body arched up off the desk with a pure animal wail.

He’d never known a woman as reactive as Charlie. Sometimes her dramatics in the throes of passion were over the top, but she wasn’t faking anything. It wasn’t the first time he’d been glad they didn’t have any close neighbors, except the horses. They were probably stamping restlessly, but at least they wouldn’t gossip about it.

When her walls tightened around him this time, there was no chance of holding back. He managed one more half-hearted thrust, holding it for an endless moment, and then collapsed forward across her body with a groan. The desk creaked ominously and for a second he was sure it was just going to quit in disgust and dump both of them on the ground.

But after a second of tension, it became clear that it was going to survive their encounter. Charlie laughed, a sound of pure mirth without the accompanying tension that had so often been there recently. He couldn’t resist leaning in to catch the last of it by covering her lips with his.

As much as he would have liked to have stay there, nestled between her thighs, still joined to her body, the desk was just about the most uncomfortable place they could have chosen for this. And he was already starting to get a cramp from the awkward height. With a sigh he pushed himself off of her. His half-soft shaft slipped from her body and she sighed as she looked up at him.

“It would be nice if all punishment ended like this.”

He snorted, giving her a look. “It’s not punishment if it ends like this and you know it.” There were things he needed to say, but he needed time to get his thoughts in order. They were still spiraling, and he took a moment to fix his clothes and help her off the desk.

They both looked respectable once she was standing. Her skirt slid down conveniently to cover the nakedness underneath and only the underwear on the floor would have given them away. He snatched those up and handed them to her before they were forgotten.Wouldn’tthatbe a fun conversation to have with one of the hands?

“Yeah…” She sighed again as she took her crumpled panties from him and stepped into them. A few wiggles and they were back in place and everything looked perfectly innocent.

Although when he looked, he could see her pupils were still blown and her lips swollen from the hard kisses. It was a subtle kind of evidence, but it was there, at least to his eyes. “Today was a one shot, because well, I was an asshole for being pissed before I even talked with you. And I stewed in my own juices all day so finding out it wasn’t true pushed me into a whole other headspace, darlin’.”

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