Cliff remembered Sage
as a pesky teenager who had needed a good spanking. Now he saw her as a
beautiful twenty-four-year-old who still needed a good spanking.
Blurb: After
moving away for college, Sage Worthington settled down to a job in the city and
only came back to her parents’ ranch for weekends and holidays. After receiving
the call that changed her life forever, she rushed back to the place she always
thought of as home and to the two little siblings who she loved dearly. This
was where she was needed and this was where she wanted to be.
Clifton
Welsh had been Sage’s next door neighbour for as long as she could remember. He
was raised by his grandparents who turned their ranch over to him. They have
retired to a smaller house on the property built for them on their favourite
patch of the family land. Cliff remembered Sage as a pesky teenager who had
needed a good spanking. Now she was back and he saw her as a beautiful
twenty-four-year-old who still needed a good spanking.
Sage
needs a husband and she needs him fast, before she loses custody of her younger
brother and sister. Cliff is determined to use any means necessary to stop Sage
from doing something rash and dangerous. He is even willing to marry her himself
but is Sage ready to commit to an old-fashioned man who spanks?
Disclaimer: This
book contains the spanking of adult women and sexual content.
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“Music
would be nice. What do you have?”
“Well,
you have to remember this is mostly my parents’ taste, I do love it though.”
“Put
something on that you like,” Cliff said.
Sage flipped through her parents’ selection and finally pulled out a
country legends CD. It made her smile. “I
remember my dad bought this for my mum, the Christmas I was ten.”
Cliff said nothing but he did top up their glasses.
The music filled the room and Sage’s emotions surged through her, she
turned and almost turned the music off. It was too much, too raw.
“Don’t,”
Cliff said, standing immediately and pulling her into his arms. “Don’t turn it off. It’s okay, let it go and
have a cry. I have wide shoulders.” He swayed a little from side to side and
she moved with him in what seemed like an awkward dance.
“I can’t
cry.” Sage really wished she could, but the tears just wouldn’t come. She must
be a cold and heartless soul. It did feel nice though to be wrapped in Cliff’s
warm embrace. “Are we dancing?”
“Dancing’s
a strong word but this is about the closest I come. I like to call it movement
to music.”
He didn’t laugh but she could feel a rumble that resonated from his
chest and down along his flat belly that was pressed firmly against her. Oh it
felt so good. “I’ll take it,” she said.
She leaned her head against his chest and continued to sway in time to the music.
As song after song played, the knot of pain in her belly slowly unravelled.
When the music finished, neither of them moved. She could have said
something or suggested changing the music, but Cliff’s arms were still tightly
around her and she was glad, she was stuck in the moment. When eventually she
tilted her head back to speak, his lips found hers. Their first kiss was soft
and gentle with a little pressure; just a sweet connection that left her
wanting more. Sage broke the spell by sliding her hands underneath his shirt.
His skin was warm and she couldn’t resist sliding her fingers into the space
just below the waistband of the back of his jeans.
“Oh,
Sage, honey, I’m trying to be a gentleman here,” Cliff said, not doing anything
at all to remove her hands.
“Don’t.”
“Don’t
what?” His voice was husky and, if anything, his hold on her tightened rather
than loosened.
“Don’t
be a gentleman. I want you to kiss me, really kiss me.” The passion behind that
first real kiss took her breath away, literally. His lips took hers, his tongue
danced along the slight part, demanding entrance and, of course, she complied,
returning his kiss with equal enthusiasm.
Maybe it was the wine, maybe it had been the music that stirred their
feelings. There was a distinct possibility that they were two very horny people
who were exploring something that had been hinted at some but never acted upon.
Whatever the reason, the effects of those deeper kisses or the one long
unending kiss were explosive. They dropped to the sofa, hands clawing to remove
shirts and tank tops, all the while their kisses deepened. Sage wanted more
skin, she was almost too shy to ask but desperation took over. “Upstairs?”
Cliff bent a little and scooped her into his arms and headed up the
stairs. “Which way?” he panted as they reached the
top of the stairs.
“Right.”
Sage clung to his neck, kissing and tasting anywhere within reach that wasn’t
covered. The short time it took to make it to her room seemed like an eternity
and, when she was finally standing there in front of him, any shyness that she
had once had completely evaporated. She turned for him to undo her bra as she
stepped out of her jeans and panties, leaving them in a puddled mess on the
floor. When she turned, Cliff was naked, except for his socks and a tangled
pair of jeans at his ankles. He grabbed at one side and then the other, hopping
up and down while he did an indelicate dance of desperation, trying to free
himself from his denim trap. Sage giggled, wanting to help but not quite
knowing what she could do.
“Funny
is it?” he asked with shortened breath.
“Pretty
much.” Sage jumped when his hand shot out and slapped her naked bottom. She was
still smiling though. “Ooh, that hurt.”
“Good,”
Cliff said. He was finally free and wasted no time in reclaiming his prize.
Sage squealed as she was backed unceremoniously onto the bed. In
seconds, he was straddling her and there was no going back, not that she wanted
to. It felt like the air was forced from her body as he surged deeply into her,
filling her with his hard manhood. His mouth was on hers, his teeth nipping and
grazing. Instinctively, her legs wrapped around him, her heels kicking at his
muscular buttocks, urging him to go faster, deeper.
“Yes,
baby girl,” he said, pulling out and surging deep.
Sage’s fingertips dug into Cliff’s back flesh as cold heat started at
her toes and crept up her legs, swirling like mini twisters across her body. “Oh God, Cliff,” she puffed out with shallow little
breaths, “just there.”
He raised himself a little, his thumb flicking at her swollen nub. “There, baby?”
“Yes,
yes.” Sage tightened her legs around his hard body, her knees massaging the
sides of his muscular frame. He kissed her shoulders, her neck, her lips. When
their tongues met, she peaked and shattered into a million pieces, relishing in
the warmth of his eruption deep within her.
When she finally floated back to earth, her eyes sprang open. What in
the hell had she just done? Was her life not complicated enough?
Author Bio :
Constance Masters is a
wife, mother, grandmother, friend and author.
She writes romantic
spanking fiction with the main emphasis on romance.
Constance has always
been a sucker for reading romance and that reflects in her writing but she also
likes to laugh. Her stories are full of love, laughter and family comedy. It's
a lot like her life.
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