Page 13 of Chasing Trouble
“The secret of a happy marriage,” he chuckled, pinching her nipples with his other hand.“That’s it, ride it, little girl.”
“Mac,” she squealed as her body convulsed with the pleasure he gave her.Then she went limp in his arms and took a deep, shuddering breath.
“Now, do you understand?”he asked.“We suit each other; the rest is easily worked out.”
***
WHITNEY NODDED, DAZEDand complete.She’d seen animals mate many times, and she knew what the sexual act was about.All males, men or animals, were endowed with the same thing...that much she was aware of.She knew Mac had the other half of what it took to make love and create babies, but what he’d just done to her was something she knew nothing about.It made her private area between her legs ache with a heavy, needy feeling.She longed to feel him inside her, and she clenched her thighs together, trying to control herself and her wicked thoughts.
“It’s wrong to feel this way.Outside of marriage, I mean,” she whispered.
“No, honey, no.It’s not wrong to feel this way,” Mac protested, trying to make her understand.“It’s right to feel this way.In fact, you need to feel this way about the man you marry, or it wouldn’t be right to marry him.”
Her eyebrows drew down in a frown.“But what if I feel this way about another man?”
“Then I’ll shoot him!”he snarled.
She gaped at him in shock.
Mac rubbed his chin ruefully.“Let’s try this another way.Let’s say I decided I felt this way about another girl.How does that make you feel?”
Whitney recoiled with revulsion when hot jealousy fired through her.The thought of Mac kissing someone else and touching her intimately the way he had her was disturbing.Why it was so, she didn’t know, but it was.Had they fallen in love this fast?
“I think we might be in love,” she whispered, a broad smile of wonder curving her pink lips.
“Whatever you want to call it, we are in it,” Mac declared, grabbing her again and kissing her.Finally, he pulled away and took a deep breath.“Now, about you punching me.That was my other question.What am I going to do with you?”
“I don’t want you to spank me,” she pouted.“Can’t you just let it go?”
Mac stood up and held out his hand to pull her up with him.“I want you to trust me, Whitney.I want your obedience, and I want you to know that I’ll always be as fair and just as I possibly can with you.However, I have no intention of arguing with you or chasing you.You’ve already run from me once today.”
A pink blush suffused her cheeks, and she glared at him, but didn’t say anything.
“When I say I’m going to spank you, I don’t want you to run off on me,” he added sternly.“Now, take my hand and show me you trust me by coming back to the woodshed with me.”
Whitney stood there, shifting from foot to foot.She didn’t want to give in, yet at the same time, she found herself wanting to be obedient and please him.Still, she didn’t want a spanking again; her cheeks were sore from the last one.
Besides, he deserved that punch.
She bit her lip as she stared at him in confusion.Should she submit to this man?If he were to be her husband, she supposed she should.She tapped her foot on the hayloft floor, exploring her options.There weren’t many.If she ran away again, it would just be putting off the inevitable.The man was more stubborn than she was. Maybe she could put it off?
“I-I haven’t agreed to marry you yet,” she said carefully, watching his eyes.“But if I do, maybe you could let it go as a wedding present?”
His eyebrows shot up.“Are you trying to bargain your way out of a strapping, little girl?”
“Maybe?”she replied hopefully.
He shook his head.“I’ll give you more time to think about marriage, but no more time to get your little fanny to the woodshed.This is a matter of trust.If I have to carry you there, you won’t like the results.”
She hadn’t known him long, but she could see his mind was made up.She also didn’t see a way out of this.Hewasgoing to spank her.If she was going to marry him, she wanted to submit to the head of her home.With a deep sigh, she finally nodded and turned to the head of the ladder.
“That’s my girl,” he praised as he followed her.
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INSIDE THE WOODSHED, Mac turned to Whitney.He was glad she’d decided to come with him on her own.That was important to him.With an approving smile, he pointed to the bench. “Bend over and place your hands flat on the seat, honey,” he said softly.
She shot him another pleading look, but he merely made a circle with his finger in the air, and she relented and bent over.
