The Renegade's Captive (The Widow Wagon Book 4) by Megan Michaels

Author:Megan Michaels [Michaels, Megan]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: erotic romance
Publisher: Megan Michaels
Published: 2016-10-10T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 11

Silas peeped into their bedroom, and his mischievous wife was sound asleep—mouth open and dead to the world. Curled on her side, her red, striped bottom peeking out from the lightweight, white bed sheet framing the inflamed flesh. He swore she couldn’t look lovelier. The shiny metal from the rectal dilator peeked out from her buttocks making his cock quiver behind his pants, lengthening in anticipation.

Her dark hair like a fan around her head splayed over the pillow in dark contrast to the bright white. Faint white tear tracks on her cheeks, no doubt crying herself to sleep, were a reminder of her punishment and. He didn’t relish the idea of his bride crying, feeling like a bad girl. But he knew it’d been necessary. As a woman—his woman—she would be part of the social clubs in town and required to attend dinners and functions as the wife of a US Marshal, and he would not—could not—-tolerate her swearing like a saloon harlot.

And until she submitted to his authority and rules—at least more consistently than currently—she’d be sporting a paddled hind-end most days; and he was pretty sure it wouldn’t be the last time she cried herself to sleep either.

Her obedience was paramount in his book—not just for social occasions, but to meet his needs and desires. Silas needed and wanted a woman who would do his bidding, yet have just enough sassiness and disobedience to keep his married life lively. He didn’t want a mealy-mouthed, subservient wife. Although Silas had many friends who loved a quiet, meek woman who rarely spoke, Silas’s personality was strong enough that he couldn’t have someone like that; it would be a recipe for trouble. He needed a woman who spoke her mind, was intelligent, had a sharp sense of humor, and when necessary, would let him know that he’d crossed a line. He had no doubt that his Minnie would meet all those mandates.

He loved that they were home, no longer sleeping in a wagon, and yet living back at home meant he would need to build their own house on the property for privacy. It also meant he’d need to become more creative with his punishments and captures, finding different situations on the farm or in town to meet their needs.

Unable to contain the urge any longer, Silas reached out, tenderly running his finger along her sore bottom, the warmth surprising to him. Her little ass would be tender for a couple of days, no doubt. He pressed and tapped the plug, her moans and slight arch of her back letting him know that the tight ring of muscle was just tender enough to partially wake her with its jostling.

And, he meant to keep that plug in her until bedtime. She would learn to hold her words in one way or another, and holding a colossal, annoying dilator in would be just the reminder his sassy wife needed.

Shutting the door quietly behind him, Silas tromped down the wooden stairs to find both Angus and his father waiting for him.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.