Thanks so much for having me
here today with my latest release, The Rancher’s Woman. I chose a tender, sexy scene to share to highlight the
romance of Tessa and Chance’s deepening relationship. Here, after punishing
Tessa, Chance provides some sexy aftercare that pushes Tessa’s limits just a
little further with very hot yet intensely profound results.
Curling into his chest when he
lifted her, she felt safe and protected as he carried her to the bed. Standing
her on her feet, he laid out the thick soft pillows along the mattress. Turning
to her, he whispered softly, “Your turn, babe. I’m gonna take my sweet time.” Tessa
moaned as he trailed his tongue down her throat slowly over her breasts and
belly. Taking hold of her hips, he dipped to place his lips softly on the
throbbing spot between her thighs. He gave a low, dirty chuckle. “I can now,
seeing as how you did such a fine job of relieving me of temptation.”
Lifting her, he placed her
tenderly on her back with the pillows under her. Despite their softness, she
yelped and whimpered when her belted buttocks made contact. She arched and then
relaxed into the pain, biting her lip, trying to grow used to the sensation.
Chance rubbed her hips and
kissed her. “I could please you with you on your stomach, babe,” he told her
with a desire-laden growl. “But I want you to be thinking about your punishment
during your pleasure.” He nibbled her ear and then filled it with his wet
tongue. Tessa shivered and rotated on the pillows, whimpering in pleasured
pain. “It’ll heighten the sensations as well as affect your behavior. A learnin’
and a lovin’. Double whammy, hon. Trust me.”
Joining her on the bed, he
arranged himself until he was resting on his elbows between her legs. Spreading
her thighs wide, he parted her labia fully with his fingers, leaving her inner
folds open not just to his lips, tongue, and teeth, but to his hungry gaze. Tessa
blushed as he took a number of moments to simply contemplate the sight of her
inner secrets. The light was on and she was open to his entire view more than
she ever was to anyone. She fought the urge to close her thighs. She was aware
that, as well as admiring her, he was making a point about her need to be open
to him. Tessa relaxed, letting her thighs fall even further apart.
“That’s my good girl, Therese
Marie, open right up for me,” Chance murmured, kissing the inside of each thigh
as if it were infinitely precious. Cupping one buttock gently in each hand, he
raised her to his mouth.
Tessa whimpered. Even the gentle
cradling of his palms increased the burn in her whipped cheeks, but she didn’t
protest his decree that she should accept the dual feel of her punishment along
with her pleasure. She shivered and gasped as Chance bent his head and used his
full extended tongue to take a long lick of her all the way from puckered
rosebud to clit. The sensation was indescribable, both physically and
psychologically.
No one had ever touched her anus
apart from her doctor. Even Tessa had never considered partaking of that
pleasure from her own body. She wanted to both draw away and offer it up to
him. Chance applied his tongue in several similar, long licks and Tessa moaned
and squirmed back and forth in an unbidden undulation of her body that echoed
her ambivalence. Chance solved her dilemma. He parted her cheeks, held her
still, and tongued her bottom hole with a tantalizing, soft, slow rhythm.
“Oh! Oh! Chance, that’s so
embarrassing!”
“You want me to stop, babe?” he
asked in between his mind-blowing tonguing.
“Fuck, no.” Then she squealed
and yelped at his retributive squeeze of her buttocks.
“Enough cussing, woman. Reckon
my belt can come back out again tonight if need be. Best you remember that.”
“Yes, sir,” Tessa offered
meekly, his disciplinary tone and warning turning her to goo.
“That’s much better. Now quit
distracting me.” With that he set about employing his expert hands and mouth to
exquisitely build Tessa to a slow burn of orgasmic bliss.
His tongue continued to
tantalize at her puckered hole for several minutes before he moved on to her
entrance and clit. His fingers sweetly stroked her folds inside and out,
pressing her G-spot and clit in unison. His gentle kneading of her welted
bottom both soothed and revived the burn in her wheals, adding to a blinding
mix of sensation that had Tessa arching in climax repeatedly. Finally he moved
up beside her on the bed to cradle her while his loving touch took her to a
summit she only very seldom reached on her own and never before with a man. That
place of heightened orgasm where everything culminates and ejaculates in total
release, leaving her replete and spent in his arms.
She was half asleep, cuddling
into him as she lay on her stomach when he ran his hand down her body from the
top of her head to the tip of her toes and back up, stopping to caress her
bottom. She winced when he squeezed her firmly.
“Thought so. Tender, huh? Those
are sore welts.”
She nodded into the sheets, her
face heated. Funny how she wasn’t the least bit embarrassed over all they’d
just done, but she was blushing like a virgin when he mentioned the effects of
his discipline.
He leaned over and kissed the
dimpled depression above her cleft. “Got some of that herbal cream of yours? The
one with lavender and arnica? No, you stay comfy.” He chided her when she made
as if to rise. “I’ll get it, just tell me where.”
“In the cupboard,” she said
breathily, sinking back into the sheets gratefully.
He spread the cream liberally
over her bottom, massaging and soothing, providing some considerable relief and
Tessa wished she’d thought of that the first time he spanked her. Then he drew
her into his embrace.
She winced again, feeling the
rawness of her welted bottom as he spooned her tight against him. Cradled so
securely against him after such powerful lovemaking, Tessa suddenly felt an
intense connection. A connection she was desperate to make sure remained
unbroken, unthreatened. The feeling made her turn and burrow into his chest for
reassurance. Sensing her need, he held her close, stroking her back, soothing
her.
Speaking quietly into his chest,
she asked him tentatively in a soft whisper, “Chance?”
He murmured against her,
encouraging her to continue.
“What if I can’t come to terms
with your expectations over discipline? What if it’s too much for me to accept?
Does that mean we’re over?”
He gave a half laugh and drew
her closer. “You just don’t get it, do you, babe.” He parted them slightly and
turned her chin up to meet his passionate gaze. “You’ll come to terms with it,
I’m sure…”
He kissed her, soothing her
doubts. “The way you took your punishment tonight shows you’re already a good
part there, but even if you can’t get all the way, it won’t mean we’re over. We’ll
work through it.” He took her chin again, his green gaze penetrating her with
his unswerving truth. “You need to understand how it is for us, Therese Marie. We’re
not ever gonna be over, because, sweetheart, the way I see it, you and me… we’re
a done deal.”
Tessa and Chance are just meant for each other – Chance
knows it from the start and now Tessa is learning that lesson too. I hope you enjoyed reading this extract and
thanks for dropping by.
Everyone in town knows that sparks
of attraction have been flying between Tessa Anderson and Chance Williams
almost from the moment her nursery business brought her to beautiful Hope
Junction, Wyoming, but it takes an actual fire to really get things moving.
When a blaze breaks out in Tessa’s kitchen, it is Chance—a volunteer firefighter—who
rushes to the scene.
He asks her out the very next day,
but she is shocked by his threat to spank her if it turns out the fire was
caused by her carelessness. Nonetheless, Tessa can’t help pushing Chance to see
if he would truly spank her, and before she knows it the firm-handed rancher
takes her over his knee for a lesson she won’t soon forget. Yet despite his
bossy ways, Tessa soon begins to realize that Chance might well be the man
she’s been waiting for her whole life, and though it is hard for her to admit,
the promise of a sore bottom when she misbehaves arouses her deeply.
But someone apparently has a problem
with Tessa’s presence in Hope Junction, and the kitchen fire is followed up by
one mysterious incident after another. Tessa keeps these occurrences secret
from Chance, believing she can take care of herself. When the truth eventually
comes to light, Tessa soon learns that Chance takes her safety very seriously
and a bare-bottom spanking is only the beginning of the thorough, humiliating
punishment she faces for her subterfuge. Will Chance’s decision to take her in
hand so forcefully tear them apart, or will Tessa see his discipline as proof
of the love they will share for the rest of their lives?
Publisher’s Note: The Rancher’s Woman is an erotic romance
novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes, extensive anal play and
punishment, elements of BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please
don’t buy this book.
