Page 29 of Taming His Brat

He laughed and shook his head. “Naw, darlin’ that ship sailed a long time ago. What would I even do with a degree now?” He sounded amused and surprised by the suggestion, but she wasn’t kidding.

“I’m serious, Sam. I mean, you’re not just a ranch hand anymore. You’re the foreman, and you’re half owner of this spread. With so much being done online now you can have all the education you want.”

He was silent and when she tipped her head back to look up at him, he seemed pensive. The firelight was reflected in his eyes, as he stared into it looking for answers. “I don’t know. Doesn’t seem much point now. And I’m pretty satisfied with my life. Not like I’m looking for a new career or anything. I just … there was more out there to know, and I was hungry for it.”

That was the thing about Sam. He was smart as a whip. He downplayed it, and maybe in a way she’d overshadowed him when they were kids because of how she’d skipped grades, but she knew how smart he was. “You know … Daddy—” She reached up and ran her fingers along the line of his strong jaw, feeling the rough scruff of stubble. “you don’t have todoanything with education. You can just have it, just to know things.”

He looked down, eyebrows going up. “I guess that’s true. I never really thought about it that way.”

“Maybe if my father had just let me learn what I wanted I would have enjoyed college more. I hated being pushed away from the things I wanted to know, but you… you could study anything, just because you want to.”

There was a lightening in his eyes, like a dawning sun and for a second she knew he was seeing all the possibilities, but then he shook his head. “Not saying I wouldn’t enjoy it, but I don’t know when I’d find the time.”

“You can take one class at a time. Find the things you’re interested in and we’ll find a class for it online. We can study together. I mean, once I get into a doctoral program, I’ll be studying a lot anyway. It might be more fun to do it together.” And didn’t it sound romantic in a weird way? At least it did to her.

He thought about it and after a long silence he nodded once. “I’m up for trying it out, but right now there’s something else I want.”

“What is it?”

“You. Yesterday was nice but not nearly enough to make up for all the time we’ve missed so I want you stripped and naked on the bed. Now.” His voice had taken on the low husky sound that meant he had dark and delicious plans for them.

She wiggled, grinding down in his lap until he groaned and then she slid to her feet. She started stripping right on the spot and left a trail of clothes to the bedroom. He banked the fire, shut off the lights, and by the time he joined her she was sprawled on her back, posed artfully with one arm covering her breasts, and one knee up to hide the juncture between her thighs.

“Like what you see, Daddy?” She drew her tongue across her bottom lip slowly and watched as he undressed and dropped his clothes to the floor. He was a hardworking man with a lean muscled physique and seeing him like that made her want to lick every line, every muscle.

“Oh, yeah, but I think we need to get you some accessories.” He opened a drawer and pulled out a coil of soft silk ropes. Just the sight of them in his hand made her wet. She let her thighs part, falling open to flash him the sight of her dark curls.

“Are you going to tie me up so I’m helpless to resist?” She felt a little thrill curling tight in the center of her body, a tickle that made her breathless.

He chuckled as he settled down on the bed, and it sounded like a threat of things to come. He grabbed her by the leg and hauled her over to him. “I think you’re already helpless, baby. Don’t you?”

“Mmmm, maybe. I could probably make it to the door if I put real effort into it.” She eyed the dark doorway as if weighing her odds of success.

“Don’t you dare, brat. I’m not chasing your ass, buck-naked in the cold and you wouldn’t like what happened when I found you either.” He growled and covered her with his body, nipping with sharp teeth at her shoulder. “Now be a good girl, so Daddy can tie you up.”

She was … fairly good. She couldn’t resist struggling a little, that was part of the fun of being tied up to start with, but she only tried to make a break for it once. By then he’d already started wrapping the ropes, so it was a simple matter of using them as a leash to drag her back again.

He landed a hard slap on her left ass cheek, a reward for the playful attempt and she wiggled her butt until he gave her a second one on the right side.

“I guess someone has been running wild for too long. I’ll have to take care of that.” But there was no anger in his voice. This was all for fun and she was enjoying every second of the attention.

The punishment the day before had given her a brief escape from her own mind, blocking out all the stress and worry she’d been dealing with. That small window of quiet had made her realize how much she’d missed it when he took control, and she could just let go.

What her mother wanted didn’t matter at the moment; even whatshewanted took second place in those minutes. It was all about Sam and his control.

He trussed her up, wrapping the silken cords just tight enough to restrain as he arranged her body the way he wanted it. She ended up on her knees, spread wide, her arms were drawn under her body, between her legs and attached to her ankles. She rested on her shoulders with her head turned to the side. She watched as he patiently drew the ropes through, knotting them, testing how deeply they pressed into her flesh.

Her own arms kept her legs from closing, kept her glistening parts on display for him to feast on, but that wasn’t enough for him. He wanted her even more bound. Ropes wound around her upper legs, just above the knee and then were dragged down on either side of the bed and tied to the frame.

He forced her knees farther apart by pulling and tugging the second leg until the stretch left her pussy lips gaping open and then he tied that one down too. There was something so vulnerable about that. An edge of embarrassment too, even though he was the only one who could see. The cool air tickled across the wet curls, and her clit tightened, demanding to be touched—but that wasn’t up to her.

When he was done, all she could do was wiggle her fingers and toes. She might have been able to roll on her side if she was left alone long enough to get a rocking motion going, but that wouldn’t happen. She was helpless, open for his touch or anything else he wanted to do to her.

It felt so freeing. The tension began to drain from her body, leaving her limp, and she let her eyes close to add to the anticipation. “I love this,” she murmured.

“We haven’t even gotten started yet, Charlie girl. Tonight might just be another short night for sleep.” He sounded satisfied with his work, though he still plucked and adjusted ropes for a for another minute or so. He’d always been a perfectionist when it came to his bondage skills. She didn’t care; she was content under his ministrations.

“I’ve got a surprise for you, baby. Want to guess what it is?” He’d leaned in close to whisper it in her ear.

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