The Lawman (Montana Men Book 1) (6 page)

I foraged in the box for the smallest ass plug, then held it up. Ellie looked at the small wooden object, frowned. "What...what is it?"

"It's a plug for your ass. There are several in there." I picked up another one, bigger than the first.

"Ass?"

Holding up both, I replied, "Remember last night when I slipped my finger into your ass?"

She nodded and blushed at the same time. "Yes."

"I'm going to fuck your ass, but not until I've prepared you. That's what these are for." I handed her one to inspect. "They'll slowly stretch you open a little at a time until you can handle my cock."

She eyed me closely, her green eyes clear and intense. "Is this what you want?"

What I want? Hell, yes. "Yes, baby. I want to claim you in every way."

"Will I like it?" She licked her lips at the sound of my possession. I let it lace my every word.

Just the thought of taking her there had me shifting on the bed to ease the pressure on my cock. "Like I said, heaven on earth."

She didn't look like she believed me, but I knew swaying her with words wouldn't work. Fucking her ass would ultimately have her believing. And in order to do that, I needed to use the ass plugs.

"We'll start now. Roll over onto your belly, your knees tucked beneath you."

She eyed me warily, but complied. Her ass had returned to its normal pale, creamy color, yet her pussy was a bright pink and her lips swollen. I'd made her that way, her pussy well used and the pleasure she received from it showed in the glowing skin, the sated eyes, even her compliant demeanor.

Reaching into the box again, I grabbed the jar of ointment so thoughtfully provided by Mrs. Bidwell. Opening the lid, I scooped out a dollop of the cool, greasy mixture and rubbed it over her untrained hole. It winked at me, unused to any kind of attention.

"Easy," I soothed. "This first plug is very small. It will stretch you open just a little bit to start. Once it's in place, we'll leave it there for a few hours, then I'll take it out."

My finger breached her opening, only so the very tip was within, letting the ointment coat the ring of muscle and the walls directly beyond.

"A few hours?" She gasped as I slipped in a little more. She was so tight.

"You'll take it, baby, and I'll give you a reward. I'll always reward you when you're a good girl."

She now knew what kind of reward I would give her, experiencing it first hand last night. Because of this, she relaxed her muscles, no longer tense, and my finger slid in a little more.

"Good girl, Ellie." I pulled my finger out, quickly replacing it with the slick end of the first ass plug. It was shaped like a very narrow top, the child's toy with the flared middle. This was nothing as broad as that, but it tapered just enough so that it narrowed in once again, allowing the plug to seat itself within her securely. It would hold her open just wide enough for an initial stretch.

She breathed through my ministrations and the plug was quickly seated. The look of the dark end coming from her ass, her swollen folds, her wetness seeping down her thighs was a beautiful sight.

"A little reward now and a big reward later. Slipping a finger into her pussy, I finger fucked her. "My finger now, my cock later."

As she rode my finger and came, I realized I was a very lucky man.

***

Two hours later, Ellie's lush, filled ass was perched on my lap. She sat sideways as I held her securely in place with my arms about her waist as I held the reins of my horse. I'd left her at home and snuck out to the livery and claimed my animal, but didn't want to delay or draw attention to myself by having Mr. Leudke loan and saddle a second horse. The sun was hidden behind lofty clouds, but there was no threat of rain. Plodding along south of town toward the river, we had nothing to do but talk.

"Perhaps we can spend some time getting to know each other," I said quietly, the top of her head beneath my chin.

"Besides biblically?" I couldn't see it, but I knew she grinned. I could hear it in her voice. I liked that she wasn't missish. It suited her well.

"There's nothing more I want to do than do that, but you're safe from me. For now."

She shifted in my lap at my words and I grew impossibly hard.

"Is the plug too much?" I didn't want her hurt; stretching her open was meant for the ultimate in pleasure.

"No. It's... it's uncomfortable.
There.
"

"Good. Now tell me something about you."

"You know I'm from Minneapolis," she began.

"Yes, and you had a very purposeful reason for becoming a mail order bride, I assume."

She stiffened, but quickly relaxed, but I noticed nonetheless. I couldn't not with her entire body aligned just so with mine.

"My parents died last year. They left me well off, but not forever. My social standing was such that I couldn't work. I'm well educated, but the role of schoolteacher was not for me. There was little option but to marry." She paused, picked at an imaginary spot on her pale yellow dress. "I was courted by a man and I did not wish his...suit." I felt a shiver course through her. "His family helped found the city, therefore it was not one I could deny."

"So you fled."

Her shoulders went up in a careless shrug. "By definition, yes. My life was being shaped
for me,
instead of
by me.
"

Her silky hair tickled my chin. I maneuvered the horse down the path that led to the river, cut out as it was from the prairie in a deep wash. "Then we are of similar nature. I spoke briefly of Myrna Flanders." I could hear the grumbling tone of my voice just mentioning her. "She had a similar notion. Unfortunately for women here, there are many men, but little option. Her mother first set her sights on me, then trained her daughter to be equally bold
in her attentions."

"Is there something not quite right about her?"

I couldn't help but smile at her carefully worded question.

"No, she's quite lovely, in fact. I just don't want her."

Ellie lifted her head to look at me, but she bumped my chin instead. I leaned back so I could see her green eyes. "I've...I've been quite bold with you as well. Do you find me appealing?" Her gaze flicked away to stare at the river that had just come into view.

Shifting my hips, I prodded my hard cock against her plush ass. When I heard her slight intake of breath, I knew she felt it, knew the little plug nudged deeper. "Clearly, I find you vastly appealing. You don't have to question that." I clucked the horse down a twist in the path. "You've only shown me pleasure when I fuck you. I've heard tell virgins are fearful, cold and even hysterical the first time. Your boldness does you well."

I pulled the reins gently, the horse stopping. I lowered Ellie to the ground, then followed suit. Giving the horse a gentle smack on his flank, he walked off for water from the river.

Ellie faced me now, boldly. "Why?" 

I grinned. "If you can handle what I've
done
to you so far, then you're going to love what I
will
do."

She gulped and licked her bottom lip. Her delicate skin was a warm pink from the sun. The only way I wanted her flesh that color was by my hand. "Come, let's find some shade and eat our meal."

Ellen

I nibbled at a chicken leg as I watched my husband. He was in repose, lying on the blanket, propped up on one elbow. He'd rolled his shirtsleeves up due to the heat and his hat sat beside him. His long legs stretched out to reach past the edge of the blanket. He was so tall, so...big. Just thinking about how he felt atop me, his weight ensuring I could not escape his advances… not that I'd wanted to. On the contrary. Other than the spanking, I'd enjoyed every bit of his attentions. Even when he put that...plug in my ass. Could feel it now. If I wasn't deceiving myself, I would admit that the feel of the spanking had morphed from indignation and embarrassment into heat and arousal. Why did I like him striking me so? Why had I found pleasure in the pain?

"Do you know the men Emily and Caroline have wed?"

He glanced my way then took a roll from the saddlebag and tore it in half. "Just one. We are long time friends."

"You planned for two brides together?" It seemed odd to me that a man as virile and handsome as Ryder would need to send for a bride, but his tale of entrapment seemed reasonable. If his friend was as appealing as he, I could only hope Emily was pleased as well as I. As for Caroline, I hoped the stranger who'd wanted her was just as acceptable.

"I hear depth to that question." He stuffed a portion of roll into his mouth.

I smoothed out my skirts, sitting carefully so as not to press against the plug. "Weren't you worried I might have been a hideous shrew?"

He threw his head back and laughed. "Hideous shrew? Mrs. Bidwell was tasked with finding ladies who met very distinct requirements. The fee we paid for her services was large enough that we felt ensured of success."

"Distinct requirements?"

"A bride needed to be a virgin."

"Of course," I replied. This was not a surprise.

"Appealing to the eyes." He ticked off his list on his fingers. "Without ties for her to leave behind and miss."

I felt I was fairly attractive, yet my hair color had always been a deterrent for most men. There was no family to hold me, nor would I be missed. Of course, the Simmons' were probably searching for me for completely different reasons.

"The propensity for
more
in the bedroom."

The last he said with his gaze focused directly upon me. I could tell that this was his most important requirement. The extent of
more
needed to be defined, although I had a good estimation based on the stretching of my ass.

"How was Mrs. Bidwell to determine the last?"

I placed the half eaten chicken leg down upon a cloth napkin. Ryder reached out and grabbed it, ate from it. "She has an eye for these things."

"Oh?"

"Besides arranging marriages, she's also a madame." He paused. "You know what that is?"

My mouth fell open. I'd had my marriage arranged by a woman who ran a brothel? I could only nod.

"Awhile ago, Wyatt and I went to Minneapolis to arrange for the purchase of our cattle and met the woman, and took ample use of her services."

I did not need clarification on what he meant. From his prowess the night before, he'd certainly profited from the experiences. And so had I.

"Wyatt had mentioned in passing that she should find us brides, but she took his comment seriously and offered such services when the time came." He tossed the bone over his shoulder and into the grass. "A few months ago, it became apparent that the time had come. Now, here you are."

It was a tidy tale and I had to admit, very flattering that I was chosen. "You're a lawman, not a rancher."

"Both, actually. My family has a ranch north of town. My parents are gone now, but my brothers run it. I used to work it with them. Even volunteered to travel east to handle some beef negotiations, like the trip to Minneapolis. But, I've always had a keen sense of right and wrong and the job as sheriff suits me better."

The thought of him discovering my truth soured the moment. What would happen when he discovered my sins? If his delineation of right and wrong were so exact, would he put me in jail and hold me for the circuit judge just like Baxter? Or would he shoot me just as precisely? The entire train of thought needed to be redirected.

"Tell me about these propensities of yours."

His eyes were half lidded, the icy blue darker. A slight breeze ruffled his sandy hair, letting a thick lock fall over his brow. He looked almost...predatory. "There is a plug in your ass so you've got some indication."

I flushed, yet persevered. "What else?"

"Have you ever touched yourself before, Ellie?"

I bit my lip. "Touched...where?"

His gaze drifted down my body. "Your pussy. Have you put your fingers there? Found your clit?"

I could feel my cheeks heat even more hotly at his direct questions. There was nowhere to go, nowhere to hide from answering. So I decided to meet him headlong. "Yes."

One brow arched. "Did you make yourself come?"

"I...I didn't know what it was at the time, but yes."

"Did it feel good?"

That place I touched pulsed with renewed need. My body clenched down on the plug. "Yes," I admitted.

"Show me."

My eyes widened. "What?"

He tilted his chin. "Show me how you touched yourself."

If he had been seeking a woman who'd do
things
that most wouldn't and I'd fit his specifications, then I didn't want to provide him with any kind of doubt to Mrs. Bidwell's selection. I certainly didn't want to give him cause to send me back. Clearly he wanted me to be brazen, to touch myself, and more. If I didn't...well, I didn't want to consider disappointing him. So I uncurled my legs and placed my feet out in front of me shoulder width apart, then pulled my knees up. Tugging at the hem of my dress, I lifted it up over my knees so that it bunched in my lap. From his vantage point, he could look directly between my spread legs.

He shook his head and
tsked
me. "One of my propensities
is for easy and direct access to my pussy. And yes, it's between
your
legs, but it's mine." He said the last almost fiercely. "No more drawers. Take them off."

I complied readily, undoing the ties, lifting my hips and sliding the fabric down and off my legs. He held up a hand and I tossed them to him. "That's better. From now on, you will wear nothing beneath your dress. If I want to reach under and feel how wet you are, I can. If I want to bend you over the kitchen table again and fuck you, there will be no impediment."

"Yes, Ryder." I could feel the air on my exposed flesh. I was so heated that the breeze felt cool.

His gaze narrowed, looked upon me...there. "Widen your legs, let your knees fall open. Yes, like that."

I couldn't help but follow his instructions, knowing what it felt like when I came. If this was going to take me there, I was more than eager. Touching myself had always been done under the cover of darkness, when everyone was asleep when no one was the wiser. But now, I not only had a very intent audience, but I was exposed; bright daylight and open expanses. I felt...decadent, wanton. But this wasn't my doing, it was Ryder's bidding.