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  “Oh God, baby.” He ground his dick from side to side. “You’re so tight. Milk me, take it all out.”

  Her thighs shook from the powerful orgasm and behind her, Will’s body quivered, coming down from the high. He wrapped her in his arms and lay down, back to chest. He spooned her whole body without withdrawing his cock from her pussy.

  “I’ll be right back, sweetheart.” Will rolled off the bed.

  She shivered from the loss of his heat. “Hurry back to me, Master Will, I don’t want to be alone tonight.”

  “Of course.” He leaned over and kissed the sensitive skin on the curve of her neck. “You’ll never be alone again.”

  Chapter Twelve

  Daphne woke in the dark and watched the sun rise into the bedroom window. She became impatient for Will to wake up and decided to apply her own way of rousing him for a brand new day together. She snuggled underneath the covers with a smile on her face. Let’s see how long it takes him to wake up after I suck the life back into his beautiful cock.

  Without touching him with her hands, she circled his cock with her lips and bestowed a smooch to the mushroomed head. It grew to hardness, and she ran her tongue around the edge, pleased at the way his dick pulsed to life every time she swiped the sensitive spot underneath.

  Unable to resist plunging her mouth down farther, she sucked on the upstroke. Will’s hips lifted. She moaned with her mouth full. Was there a better way to wake up than pleasuring her cowboy?

  “What a good girl you are, sweetheart.” Will’s hand found the back of her head and pushed her down farther. “Your master approves.”

  She relaxed her mouth to take more of him. His cock hit the back of her throat and he groaned. She scooted closer, threw her leg over his and rubbed her pussy against the soft hair of his leg. Already wet, she wanted to show him how much he turned her on.

  “Turn around and let me play with that pussy of yours.” Will tapped her head.

  She rotated the other way without losing her grip on his cock, rose up on her knees and arched her back. Barely touching her, Will skimmed her lower lips with his finger. She moaned around his cock, wanting him to sink his fingers deep inside.

  “My little kitten. Sticking your ass in the air in heat, ready to have some tomcat mount you, huh?” Will stuck his thumb up inside her and used his other fingers to massage her clit. “I can feel your juice coating my thumb, your muscles clamping down, wanting something bigger.”

  She nodded her head. The movement pleased him and he humped her mouth. The faster he moved, the closer she came to finding her own release.

  “Get ready, baby, I’m going to shoot my wad in your mouth.” He pinched her clit between his finger and thumb. “I want you to come all over my hand at the same time, okay?”

  The vibration of her answer on his dick drove him to thrust into the back of her throat. Warm, slightly salty come filled her mouth, and she hurried to swallow without losing a precious drop. Her ass pressed against Will’s hand, and as he slipped the tip of a finger past the tight ring of her puckered hole, she moaned.

  “Yes. Your tight little hole enjoys attention too, doesn’t it?” He slapped her ass and rolled out from under her. “I’ve held back on paying attention to this little gem, because I had a feeling you’ve never explored that possibility, but I think you’d like me to fuck you up the ass.” He pulled her out from under the covers. “You’d like that wouldn’t you?”

  She pushed her hair back over her shoulders and fanned her face with her hand. “I…I don’t know. I want to please you, but I’ve never let anyone do that to me before.” She wrinkled her nose. “It’ll hurt.”

  He pulled her against his chest. “Oh, sweet. You should know by now that whatever I do to you will only bring you pleasure. That is my job as your master. I might push you to find out what brings you the most enjoyment, but I’d never hurt you.”

  “Lots of women have anal sex?” She inhaled.

  He chuckled. “Yes, lots do and some don’t. Once you’re ready, together we’ll find out which way you lean.” He smacked her lightly on the side of the hip. “Now get up. We’ve got to get to work.”

  She sat on the edge of the bed and watched him picking out his clothes for the day. “What do you mean? I quit Chum’s last night.”

  Will laughed and shook his head. “We’ve got a ranch to run, sweetheart, and I know for a fact you can ride a horse pretty damn well.”

  That got her butt moving and she beat him to the shower.

  Dressed in a pair of Will’s old Levi’s and a flannel shirt, Daphne gazed down at the ensemble and laughed. “I bet you’re getting a hard-on just looking at me.”

  He wiggled his eyebrows. “It is kind of sexy when the jeans fall below your waist every time you bend over and show a little butt cleavage.”

  She slapped his arm and skipped a few steps to keep up with his longer strides. “So, what do you want me to do?”

  “I’m going to feed the horses, and you can walk out to the chicken coop and fill up their bin and water tanks. Once you do that, go ahead and leave the door open. I let them scour the barn area during the day.” Will pointed to the metal trashcans inside the barn door. “First one is chicken scratch.”

  “Okay.” She picked up a nearby empty bucket. “How many chickens do you have?”

  “About thirty.” He bent over and hefted a square bale of hay onto his shoulder. “Usually I give them about a half a bucketful of feed.”

  Daphne scooped the grain into the bucket, closed the garbage can and left the barn. The coop sat at least a hundred feet to the west of the barn, but the chickens knew she’d come to feed them. They clucked and flew toward the wire of the outside run.

  “Good morning, birdies.” She threw the latch and stepped into the coop. The chickens scrambled over each other to reach the inside of the coop. They surrounded her feet and pecked at her boots in their urgent need for food. “Hang on. Give me a minute to fill the feeder, you little piglets.”

  Daphne poured the feed in the top of the metal cylinder and stepped back. She laughed at the antics the birds used to get their share of the treat. Each one afraid they’d not get their turn at the feeder, they hopped, pushed and finagled to get in the front row.

  With the birds distracted, she walked outside to find the water hose and fill the chicken waterers. Although the morning sun shone bright, the air contained a nip to it and hinted at fall around the corner. It wouldn’t be long, and the rain and cold would arrive with gusto.

  That didn’t matter. Today, she looked at all the positive things in her life and her future with Will. She’d help around the place, serve her master, and things would only get better.

  She left the door open on the coop and headed back to the stables. Anxious to visit Josie again, she quickened her steps. The knowledge that she could ride her anytime she wanted brought a smile to her face. Doing the chores together and taking care of the animals seemed an ideal respite from the recent chaos in her life.

  Approaching the stables, she heard a commotion from the east side of the barn and detoured to find out where the god-awful racket came from. Rounding the corner of the barn, she opened her mouth in amazement. A small man-made pond with several geese decorated the area.

  “Hey, hey, hey, hey…” she called out, hoping they came to the same call a chicken obeyed.

  One particular goose raised its head, but lowered it again after checking her out. She walked closer. She’d owned many different animals growing up, but she’d never owned a goose.

  “Here, goosie, goosie, goosie.” She held her hand out and approached the flock.

  “Daphne!” Will ran out of the barn. “I wouldn’t do—”

  The loudest honking she’d ever heard pierced her eardrums. The biggest goose lowered its head, charged toward her in a wobbled run. She screamed and backed up. The goose didn’t stop and the other geese turned, lowered their heads and followed the leader.

  “Will!” She walked backward. “What am I suppose to do?”

  “Run!”

  She turned and ran toward Will and the safety of the barn. The geese stopped honking, but the pitter-patter of their large webbed feet echoed behind her and gave her a hint that those fat birds ran faster than she imagined.

  Daphne reached Will to find him laughing and slapping his knee. Out of breath, she glanced behind her and the damn birds still trailed after her with their heads down and murder in their beady little eyes. She screamed again, hitched up the jeans that threatened to fall to her knees and took off running for the inside of the barn.

  Down the aisle, the geese followed her, not giving up on their pursuit. She searched for something to hide behind, but every stall contained a horse and she sure didn’t want to run from one danger to another, bigger hazard.

  Her only option was to outrun the geese until they tired and left her alone. She exited the other end of the stables, turned right and ran down the outside again. Maybe if the geese caught a view of their pond they’d turn and forget about the chase. Shit! I hope they have little brains and are easily distracted.

  The birds didn’t quit and seemed to gain ground the more Daphne ran. She ran another lap past Will who still stood at the corner of the barn laughing his ass off and headed inside for another go-round.

  “Daphne.” Will laughed. “Climb the—” he coughed from laughing so hard, “—haystack.”

  At the end of the stables where Will kept the hay, she jumped up on a bale and pitched herself headfirst into the loose pile of straw. She hurried to turn around and peer through the hay. Yes! The stupid birds stood on the other side of the row of bales and seemed to have totally forgotten about the chase.

  Will strolled into the barn, shooed the geese out by flapping his arms and kicking his feet. She lay back in the hay, out of view, to catch her breath. Who knew geese were in such good shape or that they attacked innocent people. She didn’t think she liked geese.

  The cushion of straw moved and Daphne opened her eyes, afraid the birds had come back. Instead, Will plopped down beside her, grinning.

  “It wasn’t funny.” She glared.

  He laughed. “Hell it wasn’t.”

  “What are they? Attack geese?” She stuck her lower lip out in a pout. “Isn’t it good enough to own a guard dog, you had to buy geese that threaten to murder any unsuspecting person?”

  He shook his head. “Nah, they’re just territorial about their pond. Once they get used to seeing you every day, they’ll totally ignore you.” He leaned down and nibbled on her lip. Laughter forced him to stop and he gazed down into her eyes. “I think what set them off was seeing your pale white ass every time my pants fell off your hips.” He guffawed.

  Chapter Thirteen

  “I wish you’d let me stop at an ATM. I have enough money to buy a new dress.” Daphne held Will’s hand, but he ignored her offer and continued to pull her toward the boutique in downtown Linden.

  He’d driven three hours to the nearest big city to buy her a new dress for tonight’s after-dinner party one of Will’s investors was giving to celebrate a successful new contract. All of her pleas fell on deaf ears. He claimed he wanted to buy her everything she needed.

  Will opened the door, winked and followed her inside. He slapped her ass and she jumped. She glared, but a woman stood behind a rack of clothes or she’d have slapped his ass in return.

  “Hello, how may I help you?” The woman finished hanging up a sweater and moved around to help them.

  “We need to outfit my beautiful sweetheart with a whole new wardrobe.” Will stepped back and shoved his hands in his pockets.

  “Will!” Daphne turned to stare at him with her eyebrows raised. “You said I was getting a dress. Only a dress.”

  “You need more than that and we might as well do it all in one trip.” He turned to the woman. “She needs dresses for nighttime, daytime and some super sexy jeans with tops that will show off her assets.” He lifted the corner of his mouth. “And, everything that goes underneath.”

  “Will!” Daphne covered her mouth. Heat traveled up her neck to land on her cheeks.

  “Excellent.” The woman looped her arm through Daphne’s and led her toward the back of the store. “My name is Adele. Let’s get you settled in the dressing area and I’ll start bringing back items for you to try on.” Adele gazed down her body. “A size eight, right?”

  Daphne nodded. How the hell did she know that?

  “Go ahead, get undressed, and I’ll be right back.” Adele left her in a room the size of a bedroom.

  Daphne turned around and checked out the area. It appeared more like a sitting room with upholstered chairs, magazines and even a water cooler with paper cups. She snorted. This sure beat stopping at the local discount-clothing store and picking up a twenty-dollar pair of Wrangler jeans and a flannel shirt that came in a cellophane package.

  “I think she wanted you to get undressed.” Will moseyed in and sat down in one of the cushioned chairs.

  “You can’t be in here.” Daphne strode over and peeked out the doorway. “This is a dressing room.”

  “Sure I can. I want to pick out what clothes I think you should get.” He stretched out his long legs and crossed his ankles. “Now, you better hurry and strip before Adele comes back.”

  Daphne slipped out of her clothes—the same clothes she’d worn the night she’d left Chum’s with Will. Her stomach knotted over the reminder of why she’d hightailed it out of Hazeldell. She hoped her dad had already decided to leave town. She needed to stop worrying. The chance of running into her dad had dropped to nil now that she was living with Will.

  “Here we go.” Adele wheeled in a rack of clothes. “What should we try first?”

  “She needs a fancy gown for a dinner party, black, tight, low-cut.” Will spoke as if he bought women’s clothes every day.

  Daphne frowned.

  The woman held up two hangers with two different black dresses, her attention aimed at Will. He pointed to the skimpiest one. Daphne rolled her eyes. That figured.

  Adele removed the dress and helped Daphne slip it over her head. The material slid over her body and clung to every curve. The open, scoop neckline showed her white bra and she tugged the material up.

  “We’ll have to pick you out a new style of bra too.” Adele tugged the hem down, and even then, it only hit midthigh.

  Will nodded. “Perfect.”

  For the next two hours, Daphne played the Barbie doll and let Adele dress her and fiddle with body parts to make sure nothing needed resizing. Daphne remained silent, never giving her opinion or showing any excitement over all the clothes Will announced they’d take.

  Tired and hot, she blew out a big breath the moment Will called the clothes shopping to an end. She redressed in her old clothes and ignored the fact she appeared a low-class, small-town woman.

  Will stood up and held her hand. “You did good, sweetheart.”

  “That was exhausting.” She leaned her head on his arm. “Who knew other women went through such extremes to look good.”

  Will paid for their purchases and made several trips from the store to the car loading the packages in the car while Daphne stood on the sidewalk. He closed the trunk, came back to gather Daphne under his arm and walked away from the car.

  “I thought we were done.” She gazed up at Will.

  He laughed. “Not yet, I think this next stop will be something you really enjoy.”

  “Not if it’s more clothes,” she muttered.

  Will stopped in front of a shoe store and gazed in the window at a large display of fancy boots. Daphne gasped and stepped closer to the glass. Every kind of boot imaginable was set out to titillate and delight.

  “Don’t tease me like this, Will.” She gazed behind her.

  He shook his head. “I’ve got a charge card with no limit.” He winked. “Go have the time of your life, sweetheart.”

  She squealed and jumped into his arms. Her legs wrapped around his waist and she peppered his face with kisses. “Thank you, thank you, and thank you!”

  “Get your ass in there and buy you all the boots you want. Only one small request…” He lifted one eyebrow. “Make sure one pair is black, above the knee and has fuck-me spikes.”

  “Oh, you got it, Master Will.” She jumped down and barreled through the door.

  Eight pairs of boots later, she exited the shop with a huge smile on her face and a brand-new pair of black, shiny, fuck-me boots on her feet. Her newfound height raised her almost to Will’s nose, and she threw her arm around his waist and smooched his cheek.

  “Thank you so much, I’ve never, ever, ever, ever dreamed I would walk into a store and buy whatever I wanted.” She giggled. “I’ll never have to buy boots again!”

  “So you forgive me for making you try on all those clothes?” The lines around his eyes deepened, and he gifted her with one of those lopsided grins that made her insides melt.

  “Oh yeah, big time.” She dropped her arm and slid into the passenger seat.

  Will pulled out onto the road. Daphne snuggled down in the seat and propped her boots against the dash. She leaned left and then right to admire the way the black shiny leather sculpted her legs. With the heels, the boots added four inches to her legs.

  The clock on the dashboard shined one-thirty. She gazed out the window at the fields lining the long rural road. Knowing that she’d be exhausted tonight at the party, she closed her eyes. She’d nap on the trip home and hopefully be rejuvenated and look her best tonight. She wanted to make Will proud of her, and she’d look horrid with bags under her eyes.

  “Daphne?” Will patted her leg. “Sweetheart, wake up.”

  She sat up straighter. “We’re home?” She rolled her neck and yawned.

  “Nope.” He opened his door. “Time for a little fun.”

  She squinted out the window. Where were they? Not a building or house in sight, only miles and miles of pastureland, and one long desolate road stretching out in front of them.