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  Her muscles relaxed beneath his hold. She let out a little whimper at the touch, and his chest expanded with pride. The power he held over her coiled in his stomach, racing though his veins, thick and strong. Kate’s submission always hit him that hard. No other sub had possessed such control over him. It was scary and amazing at the same time. And he’d do anything for her, to earn that obedience.

  “Your mother thinks I should tell my parent’s about you and Daniel. About what the three of us mean to each other.”

  “And you don’t think that’s a good idea?”

  She shook her head. “My parents aren’t like your mom. They aren’t supportive. They won’t understand the way Gale does.” Her words were edged with pain. It hurt him just to hear it. He cupped her cheek, rubbing his thumb across her cheekbone, hoping to soothe away some of the ache.

  “If you don’t think your parents can handle knowing what’s going on between the three of us, don’t tell them. You know your parents better than we do.”

  She pinched her bottom lip between her teeth. He wanted to reach down and nibble on that lip too. She always tasted so sweet and responded so easily beneath him. It was amazing he didn’t spend his whole day exploring her mouth.

  “I don’t want you or Daniel to think I’m embarrassed of you or our relationship.”

  “You don’t ever have to worry about that, pet. Danny and I know your relationship to your parents is tenuous.” He reached for her hand, twining his fingers with hers as they walked through the door into the small house. “We both love you. We want you to be happy. If not telling you parents about the three of us is what you think is best, we support you.”

  They walked through the empty living room to the small, open kitchen where he’d spent a majority of his time upgrading the place. It wasn’t a designer kitchen, but it was fresh and clean and would serve their purposes. He had no intention of any of them spending a lot of time in the kitchen. They had more important things to do in other rooms of the house.

  “But before that I need you to pick the paint color for the living room.” He’d laid out the samples across the counter, along with the flooring and fabric swatches from the curtains she’d already picked out.

  She smiled up at him and his heart pounded in his chest. All he wanted in the world was to make Kate happy.

  He slid the three paint samples in front of her, all varying shades of beige to brighten up the room—whatever that meant. “The guys are coming to paint tomorrow after we take your parents on a tour of the grounds so they can show them the place before the wedding. And I’ll get the tile installed tonight.” All the ranch hands had been very understanding about their relationship, treating the three of them like any other couple. Offering to help, celebrating the wedding and their moving into the old foreman’s house, as if there was nothing different about their arrangement.

  Kate looked down pensively at the three samples, pursing her lips and rubbing her chin in great thought. It was adorable, especially since he couldn’t tell the difference between the three paint samples to save his life.

  “This one.” She pointed to the center square.

  Grant stared down at the sample, bursting out laughing. “That one? Really?”

  “Yeah, what?”

  “The color you picked is called Divine Pleasure.” He chuckled harder, the laugher almost overtaking him. Only Kate would pick that color.

  She looked up, crooking her eyebrow at him. The corner of her lips turned up in a sexy grin. “Sounds like the right color for us.”

  He wrapped an arm around her, pulling her to his chest and kissing her temple. She really was the cutest thing in the world. “I couldn’t agree more.”

  She leaned up, planting a kiss on his lips. It was quick, brief and not enough. There was never enough when it came to Kate.

  “Mom said we could take the old couch from the living room and the table from the barn for the dining room. It’s not very much, but it will due for now.”

  They’d pooled their money together to fix up the little cabin. It had taken every penny they had to repair and refurbish the place, leaving nothing for furniture.

  “As long as we have three seats, we’ll be fine. We don’t need anything else.” She leaned her head against his shoulder and he felt like he grew two feet.

  These gentle, quiet moments were more than he’d ever expected to have with her. A year ago, he didn’t believe he deserved any of this. Certainly not someone as amazing as Kate.

  The last few months taught him quite a bit about the little woman pressed against him. She could be just as fierce and demanding as he was, even if she was submissive to him in most rooms of the house. She always got what she wanted. Whether she wanted a spanking that made her too sore to sit or he and his brother kneeling at her feet, ready and willing to cater to her every whim.

  But most of all, she’d taught him that despite his dark tendencies and his urge to bring pain to those around him, he deserved love. And she gave it to him without reservation.

  “You really think this will all be done before the wedding?” She gazed around the living room. The flooring wasn’t installed yet. The walls were still the salmon-pink color the pervious foreman’s wife had liked, making the place look cold and bare.

  “Not everything. I won’t get to the tiles in the guest bathroom, and I don’t think all the furniture will be moved in, but the important things will be complete.” Even if he had to work all day and night to complete it. He wouldn’t let her down.

  “And the bed will be here, right?” She batted those pretty eyes that always made him melt up at him. The wicked gleam he loved so much filled her gaze. Damn he loved this woman.

  “Absolutely.” Even if he had to pluck the geese himself. He wasn’t going to miss out on the wedding night he and Danny had planned for her—not for anything in the world.

  “Maybe I should check it out. Make sure everything’s set up the way I want it.” She motioned toward the bedroom just beyond the dining room with the tip of her head.

  Grant narrowed his eyes, denying her with a shake. She was determined. He enjoyed when she used that determination to all their advantage, as she had in creating this unusual relationship. But it was fucking annoying when she levelled it against him.

  “You know the rules. You can’t go in the bedroom until the wedding night. We have to save something till then. Unless you want to hold off on other activities until the wedding night.” He lifted an eyebrow at her, sure she wasn’t interested in holding off on their extracurricular activities any more than he was.

  “Of course not.” She shook her head.

  “But I don’t see how a little peek could hurt.” She grinned up at him. “If I’m a really good girl.”

  Grant swallowed, his whole body flashing to red alert. Damn it, why does she have to make it all so hard? Though it wouldn’t be so much fun if she didn’t put up a fight. Weak-willed women were never his thing. “No.”

  “And what if I just made a run for it?”

  Grant took a threatening step toward her, placing himself between her and the door. He glared up at her, almost daring her to make a move. His whole body vibrated, hoping she’d push him. With all the wedding prep lately, they hadn’t shared in a really good romp in too long. Given how tight her shoulders looked, she could use the stress relief.

  He crossed his arms over his chest, spreading his legs a little wider. “You’ll have to give it a try to know for sure, but I think you have an idea.”

  Chapter Three

  “What are you going to do, pet?” He growled. He clenched his hands together, holding tight to his control as the defiant tilt of her chin threated to rip it right out of his fingertips.

  Kate glared up at him, her eyes darkening at the hint of challenge he layered into his tone. She loved a good skirmish. It was one of the many things he loved about her. She sucked her bottom lip between her teeth, nibbling on the flesh, debating what to do next, not that he believed she’d leave
the room alone for a second. She’d been trying to get into that room since the instant Daniel had told her it was off limits.

  “Nothing, Master.” She looked away, playing that she’d given up, and every muscle in his body tensed.

  She should know better than to try and fool him. He noticed the change in her demeanor. Her body shifted toward the door just before she sprinted across the room. He reached for her, and she dodged his embrace, racing through the empty space that would be their dining room. He let out a snarl and chased after her, his heart pumping hard.

  One of his large strides eating up the distance of two of hers, he caught up to her quickly. He wrapped his arm around her waist just as her fingers gripped the doorknob. He nearly picked her up off her tiny feet, trying to pull her away from the room, but she held on to the doorknob with all her might, not allowing him to carry her away.

  “I want to see it.” She screamed, gripping the steel knob with both hands.

  “You’re not allowed.” He and Daniel had been very clear, which only seemed to encourage her more. Women. Always want what they can’t have.

  “It’s my room. I want to see it.”

  She squirmed against him, wiggling all her soft curves into his length that was only getting harder by the second. Grant bit back a curse. Why did she have to make everything so difficult? Because it is more fun when I finally have her under my control.

  “You’re only increasing your punishment by fighting.”

  “I don’t care.”

  She screamed back and he believed her. Kate liked it fast and rough. She loved baiting him, pushing him to those limits. It was one of the many reasons he loved her so damn much.

  “You asked for it, pet.” With one big hand, he grabbed her wrists, pulling them from the knob with a jerk. The other arm he locked around her waist, holding her body tight to his. The position pressed his dick right into her ass, and he rubbed his hips against her. Partially to draw her attention to how hard he was, but also because it felt really good.

  She continued to thrash against him, throwing her head back, kicking out her legs, pretending she wanted to get free, though Grant doubted she truly did.

  Turning around, he surveyed the room. The barren furnishings gave him few choices. He couldn’t bend her over the couch like he’d been dreaming about since Kate had moved to Colorado with them. He’d never gotten the opportunity to try with his mother wandering around. And he couldn’t spread her across his lap and spank her bottom red—like they both loved—without a chair to sit on.

  But there was the good old standby of the kitchen countertop. He smiled. They’d used the countertop well at his Dallas apartment, and he had no doubt they’d do the same here. He’d made a point to reinforce both ends when he’d installed it. Just to be safe.

  With two big steps, he walked into the kitchen and tossed her over the end of the counter separating the kitchen from the living room. Using his weight, he pushed her up against the Formica and kept her there. She thrashed beneath his hold, still pretending she wanted to get loose.

  “I want to see what’s in the bedroom.” She wiggled against him, setting his body on fire.

  Grant loved nothing better than a struggling sub beneath him. Though usually he preferred less clothing between them. He’d fix that shortly.

  “You know you’re not allowed in there.”

  He grabbed her wrists before she had a chance to squirm away. Though he had his doubts to whether she planned to try or not.

  She gasped, whether due to the suddenness of his movements or his hold, he didn’t know. Pinning her hands behind her back, he sandwiched her tightly between the counter top and his body. Her soft ass cradled his cock, and he groaned at the sensation. She moaned too. Pushing back against him, she lengthened the brush of his body against her.

  God, she felt so good—soft, and sweet and perfect.

  He nibbled her neck, licking down the graceful curve. She moaned beneath his lips, leaning her head back against his shoulder. She was softening to him. Good. He twisted his arm around her, gliding down her backside to the edge of her skirt, tickling the back of her knees.

  “I like these frilly skirts you’ve been wearing. They make me wish it could be summer year round.” He slid his fingers along her thigh and underneath the fabric, tracing his index finger along the edge where her cheeks met her leg. “And they make it so easy to grab this tight, little ass.” He squeezed the round muscles, hard, and she trembled beneath his rough touch. Even better.

  He reached down, lifting her skirt up to her waist while keeping her hands held to the small of her back. He groaned. Only a strip of thin, white lace between her thighs separated him from what he most wanted.

  “When did you start wearing these panties?” He tightened his hold on her wrists with his right hand while he used his other hand to grip her ass cheek, kneading it beneath his firm fingers. A small moan leaked from her lips. Her body relaxed beneath his touch. God, he loved her like this—pliant, vulnerable, bound beneath him.

  “Do you not like them, Master?” She glanced back at him, a large smile across her face. She knew exactly what these little panties did to him.

  “No, not at all.” He smirked back at her.

  “Then you’d better destroy them, Sir, to make sure you never have to look at them again.”

  The wicked gleam in her eyes almost buckled his knees. She knew just how to play him.

  “What a great idea, pet.” He reached around her hip, pulling the elastic waistband tight to one side until it broke. She released a stifled moan as the elastic snapped against her skin. The first bite of pain he’d given her in some time, but not her last. He tugged the other side, jerking it harder until it broke too, and the scraps of lace fell to the ground between them.

  “There. Now those horrible little panties are ruined.” He ran his hands across her ass, exploring and kneading her flesh. She moaned, arching her hips and encouraging him to venture farther. He slipped his hand between her legs, thrusting two fingers into her pussy. She cried out at the invasion, her cunt already wet for him. She panted, her lips soft and open, parted by her deep breaths. A flush spread across her chest, spreading up her neck to fill her cheeks.

  He moaned at her warm, wet cunt engulfing his fingers. She was so gorgeous when she was aroused. There was nothing he’d like more than to watch her come around his fingers.

  Well, nothing except for punishing her the way she deserved. After all, it was his duty as her Dominant to correct her. The fact that they both wanted and found pleasure in her punishment was an added bonus.

  He pulled his fingers out of her, and she whimpered in regret. He understood the feeling. But she more than deserved it for attempting to enter the bedroom after they’d explicitly told her the room was off limits. She deserved that—and a lot more.

  “This is not supposed to be enjoyable, pet.” He spanked her, connecting the flat of his hand with her round cheek. She jumped beneath him, leaning forward across the countertop. “This is a punishment.”

  He rained slaps against her backside, reddening her butt and upper thighs. His hand burned from the contact, but her moans and the way her body thrust back into each spank continued his motivation. But he made a point to hold himself back. He hadn’t seen her dress—the same as the groom. She’d said it was bad luck for him to see the gown before the wedding. He had no idea how it would form to her body or how much of her skin could be seen. He’d hate for the whole audience to see her flaming skin through the white fabric of her wedding dress.

  Not to mention he and Daniel had big plans for their wedding night, and he didn’t want Kate’s soreness to force them to change any of it. His dick jerked at the thought of their plot. He wouldn’t hold himself back then, and he didn’t want a reason to have to.

  “You’re a rotten bastard,” Kate screamed.

  He couldn’t be sure if her insult was due to the beating he’d given her, or that it wasn’t enough. But either way, he liked it.
r />   “You won’t be saying that when you come.” And they’d both be coming. Sooner than either of them wanted if he didn’t get himself under better control.

  She thrashed against him, but she didn’t deny him. Not that she had much reason to. They both knew it was the truth.

  He pulled his hand back and continued smacking her, varying the intensity but never going too hard. She moaned, crying out against him. His dick joined her in the complaint.

  Somewhere in the background, the doorknob jiggled, and the hinges squeaked as someone entered their little home, but he was too far gone to care. Right now, if his mother wanted to see them—if the whole town wanted to watch him spank Kate to screaming then fuck her—that was fine by him.

  “Hey, guys,” Danny yelled across the space, and some of the tension in Grant’s chest eased. At least he wouldn’t have to choose between releasing Kate or shooing away a random ranch hand about to get an eye full.

  “Hey, Grant, Hector’s asking when the new foal is going to auction…” Danny’s voice drifted off.

  Grant looked up. His brother stared at them wide-eyed, his mouth slightly agape. Someone might almost believe he’d never seen Kate this way before, but Grant knew better. He’d seen Kate spanked, whipped and fucked to screaming so many times Grant couldn’t count them anymore. In the next fifty years, he’d see it a lot more.

  Grant smiled, surveying the scene Kate and he made. Her skirt pulled up around her waist, her round, firm ass pink from his swats. Her chest rose and fell with her deep breaths, her lips swollen and open.

  “Having some fun without me?” Danny’s voice echoed a rustiness Grant felt to the tips of his toes. Arousal dripped from every word. Who wouldn’t be aroused with a half-naked Kate at his mercy?

  “This isn’t fun. This is punishment. She tried to go into the bedroom…again.”

  Danny nodded, shutting the door behind him. He walked into the kitchen and fell quickly in line with Grant’s discipline. “You know you’re not allowed in the bedroom, sweetheart.”