Kayla & the Rancher by Paige Tyler (e reader books .txt) 📗

leather strap still stung intensely. And she loved the feel of it against her flesh as he brought it down again and again on her bare bottom!

With each stinging lash, she felt herself getting wetter, and in between her soft cries of protest, she couldn’t seem to stop from letting out the occasional moan of pleasure. Cord didn’t concentrate on one particular area of her

bottom, either, which only seemed to drive her more wild. Instead, he would move from cheek to cheek, so that she never quite knew where the strap

would fall. Sometimes, he would slap the backs of her thighs or administer a few spanks to the tender spot just below her cheeks, both of which would

make cry out with a startled “oh!” of surprise.

Behind her, Cord couldn’t help but admire his handiwork. Abigail’s skin

reddened quickly, and even though he had kept the strapping light, her

cheeks were criss-crossed with color where the leather had struck her

delicate skin. Even more surprising than finding Abigail bare-bottomed,

however, was discovering how aroused she was getting from her spanking.

From where he stood, he could see the wetness as it glistened on her pussy and ran down the inside of her thighs. Her mound was literally swollen and throbbing with excitement. Still holding onto the strap, he stepped closer to where she was bent over the hay bale.

Kayla tensed visibly, anticipating the next lash, but instead, she felt Cord’s hand on her upturned bottom. Did he intend to spank her with his hand now?

she wondered. She held her breath, waiting, and then sighed with pleasure as he began to gently caress her sore bottom. The cool touch of his hand felt amazing on her scorched skin, and she parted her legs with a moan, silently begging Cord to touch her most intimate place. She didn’t care that she was bent over a hay bale in the middle of the barn, didn’t care if someone walked in and saw them. She needed Cord to touch her or she would surely go mad!

As if he could read her mind, Cord’s fingertips brushed the damp curls

between her legs ever so lightly. Kayla gasped, waiting breathlessly for him to continue, and then let out a startled cry as he gave her bottom a hard smack instead.

“Get back to the house,” Cord growled in her ear, pulling both her petticoat and skirt down to cover her bottom. He had to cover her up before he lost

what little bit of control was left to him. He hoped that Abigail wouldn’t see the outline of his hardness when she turned around, or notice the fact that he could barely stand up straight. Gently taking her arm, he helped her to stand upright. “And no more poker, here or in town,” he added as smoothed her

skirt over her hips, his hands lingering a little bit longer than was necessary.

He swore that he could almost feel the heat coming through her clothing. “Is that specific enough for you, Abigail?”

Not trusting herself to speak, Kayla could only nod. She was so aroused that she had to fight to keep from throwing herself at him. If he pulled her into one of the stalls right now, she wouldn’t even think of resisting.

“Good,” was al he said, and she almost smiled as she realized that he was just as excited as she was.

She watched as he replaced the leather strap on its hook. “Will you be in

soon?” she asked.

He glanced at her. “After I see to my horse.”

Kayla nodded, and turned to go, only to shyly glance over her shoulder at him before leaving the barn. She stood outside the door for a few minutes,

watching the horses as they grazed in the nearby paddock. Well, she had

certainly proved her theory true, she thought with a little smile. Getting spanked definitely aroused her. And Cord, too, she was happy to say.

Her face still flushed from her encounter with Cord, Kayla hurried up to the house. So preoccupied was she with her thoughts that she didn’t see Dalton Jeffries standing on the porch until she was halfway up the front steps.

“Mr. Jeffries,” she said, her voice still a little breathless with excitement.

“Miss Murray,” he said, tipping his hat to her. “I came to see Cord. Is he around?”

She smoothed her hair back from her face. “He’s down at the barn. He’ll be in shortly.”

He took in her rosy cheeks and bright green eyes with a grin. “That’s where I was headed when I saw you coming back to the house.”

Kayla’s color deepened as she abruptly realized what Dalton Jeffries would have walked in on had he gone to the barn looking for Cord.

“May I come in and wait for him then?” Dalton asked when she said nothing.

She knew that Cord had warned her to stay away from Dalton Jeffries, but

she couldn’t refuse without looking rude. “Of course,” she said, pushing open the door.

Inside, Dalton Jeffries let his gaze wander over the living room, taking in the curtains she’d made and the throw rugs she’d bought at the general store.

“I’ve always said that this place needed a woman’s touch,” he remarked.

She supposed that was his way of complimenting her. “Can I offer you

something?”

He looked her up and down slowly, his dark gaze lingering for a moment on

her breasts before he gave her an oily smile. “No, thank you.”

Kayla took an unconscious step back, suddenly very uneasy about being in

the house alone with him. Where was Cord? she wondered.

“You look well,” Dalton Jeffries said abruptly. “Life on a ranch must agree with you. It certainly can’t be living with Cord Holderness that has you looking so fetching.”

Before she could comment, Cord’s deep voice came from behind her. “What

the hell are you doing here?”

Chapter Four

Kayla breathed an audible sigh of relief at the sound of Cord’s voice. She half-turned to see him striding through