The Renegade's Captive (The Widow Wagon Book 4) Page 4

  But what Silas loved the most about Minnie, she loved the chase and loved being captured more. She wanted to be surprised, loved when he kidnapped her during her sleep or in the quiet while bathing or engrossed in chores. Catching her unaware, dragging her with a hand over her nose and mouth, stifling her breathing, roughly pinching and grabbing a soft, plump breast. He would bend her over a log or back of a wagon, or whatever was handy, ripping her drawers off, the renting of fabric. She’d gasp in disgust and anger, adding fuel to his fire, spurring him on. Silas would rip the bodice of her dress, letting a snow white globe fall out of the neckline, sucking her nipple tightly into his mouth, nipping and biting until a tinge of her warm blood would land on his tongue.

  Her lips would be red from biting them, preventing a screech of pain; her eyes filling with tears, his cock jerking at the beautiful pout. Silas would lean forward kissing and licking her tears, the salty liquid melding with the blood from her breast still on his tongue.

  “My poor girl. Let me kiss it and make it better.” He kissed her eyes, now dry, sliding down her body to suck on her breast, licking and laving the sore area, tugging tightly on the nipple. Once Minnie’s hips thrust upward, her body jerking with her arousal, he’d chuckle.

  She’s back.

  His cue to capture again. Biting. Slapping. Restraining. And then fucking either her hot little cunt or her tight little ass.

  Silas shook himself out of his reverie.

  “Minnie, it’s time to get up and bathe in the creek, sweetie.”

  Startling awake, she sat bolt upright, her eyes glassy looking around the wagon. “It’s time?”

  “Yes, it’s time. The sun just came up. If you hurry, you’ll have the creek all to yourself.” He shoved a towel, soap and her dress into her arms. “I’ll help you out.”

  Silas jumped out, standing with his arms out to help her out, walking her down to the creek, whisking her nightie off, and leaving her naked, walking gingerly into the cold morning water. “Just yell if anything frightens you. I’ll be close by, baby.”

  “I’ll be fine, Silas.” Minnie rolled her eyes.

  Lazily, she ran the soap over her arms and neck. The water came to the middle of her body, making her breasts float on the surface, the nipples puckered in the cool air. Arching her back, she dipped her head into the water, her plump globes now pointing upward toward the sky; the areolas elongated only the steel tipped nipples poking through the calm, glassy creek.

  Silas’s cock twitched, lengthening in his pants, he shifted, moving it into a more comfortable position. Saliva pooled in his mouth, wanting to suck the soft flesh deep into his mouth. She ran the lilac soap through her hair; he’d smell the faint floral scent from it for days. Once again, she leaned back, rinsing her hair, swaying her body to run the strands through the water, getting every bit of soap out, not having a clue that the jostling made her breasts pleasantly wobble, and Silas swore he could imagine his cock between them gliding along the wet, shiny tits.

  She slowly walked around. Looking into the clear depth, she must have seen fish or tadpoles, she followed their trail, not aware that her bottom was now fully exposed and Silas thought again how he loved that woman’s ass. Her broad hips narrowing to her small waist—both his hands spanned it easily. Hell, one of his hands covered a buttock.

  Walking forward, Silas snapped a branch, it echoed in the quiet morning.

  Minnie stilled, her hand at her throat, her eyes darting around the perimeter. “Silas! Silas, honey! Is that you?”

  He didn’t answer, watching to see what his girl would do.

  She quickly waded through the water, sloshing it loudly in her wake. Once at the water’s edge, she ran up the bank toward her clothes. She yanked the towel off the branch, wiping the water sluicing over her skin, and quickly donning her drawers. She tiptoed away, peeking around trees and bushes, “Sil—”

  Silas grabbed her from behind, his hand covering her mouth and nose, twisting her arm up and behind her, frog marching her through the sandy edge by the water. Her breasts pleasantly bounced, bumping against his arm.

  She screeched behind his hand, kicking her feet backwards, hoping to catch her assailant in the balls, but he arched her back enough that she couldn’t kick back like she had wished.

  “You need to stop, bitch. I’m fucking you in the ass no matter how much you fight me.”

  Minnie stilled, and Silas swore she stopped breathing.

  “That’s right, cunt. I’m going to fucking rape your little back hole. Has your husband fucked you in the ass yet?”

  She didn’t nod or shake her head; instead she attempted biting his hand.

  Silas let go of her arm, swatting her backside hard, keeping her silent by squeezing her cheeks tightly. “So that’s how we’re doing this? I’m going to beat your little backside for trying to bite me and then I’m going to push my cock into you so hard it’ll split you in two. Your hot, spanked cheeks pressing into me. Does that sound as good to you, prisoner, as it does to me?”

  Minnie screeched behind his hand, tossing her body, struggling desperately to break free of his hold.

  Silas’s cock ached it was so hard. He loved the struggle, the fight, the act of subduing her against her will—yet knowing that she loved it every fucking damn minute.

  He flung here over a log, leaning on her back he growled into her ear. “You better keep that fucking yap of yours shut, I’m taking my hand away. If you yell, I’ll jam your drawers into your mouth and make you stay that way all day. Do ya hear?”

  Now that was a threat. Minnie didn’t want anyone knowing what she and Silas played in privacy, and walking with her bloomers hanging from her mouth draped clear down to her chest would be mighty hard to explain to the women around here.

  Power. Control.

  Silas felt heady with it all. He swore in these situations he felt light headed—more than likely because all his blood went straight to his cock—but holding her in the palm of his hand, completely at his mercy, made him want to roar. But, right now, he needed to get out of the confines of these damn pants.

  He released his hand from her mouth. Her eyes sought his face immediately. She needed the comfort only he could provide her—although she loved this and craved this rough play, the panic set in at some point and she had told him that just his gaze or hint of a smile could bring a rush of peace to the adrenalin coursing through her body.

  Unbuttoning his pants, springing free, Silas stroked the silky length, a drop of pre-cum glistening in the morning sun.

  Minnie reacted by licking her lips before pulling the bottom lip in between her teeth, staring at his penis lovingly. Then a glint of mischief shone in her eyes, a hint of a smile playing on her lips.

  She took a deep breath, her body shuddering. “You fucking bastard, I’ll make you pay for this! My husband will beat your ass!”

  God, he loved this woman!

  “You. Little. Bitch! We’ll see whose ass will be beaten. How sassy are you now, whore?” He ripped her drawers down her legs, the fabric tearing; he yanked them roughly over her bare feet before pulling them completely over her head, like a burlap sack. He bunched the material around her neck, his hand gripping the back of her neck and the drawers, both immobilizing her. “Not so mouthy now, are ya?”

  “My husband will tear you apart.” She tried bucking her hips up, but he pressed his cock between the fleshy globes.

  “Your husband may decide to join me in violating you—do you think you’d prefer his cock in your mouth, or would you like him to fuck your ass still slick with my cum?”

  Minnie’s hips jerked in response. She’d been toying with the fantasy of a ménage and just the sound of a threesome, set her hips thrusting.

  “Well, well. It seems that you like the idea of your dark little hole being invaded not just once, but twice by renegades. I’m sure he’ll oblige willingly to the despoilment of that little hole.” Silas shifted off her body, keeping her pressed up against the unforgiving wooden
log.

  “But first, we’re going to deal with you biting me. I hear tell that you received a whipping in the desert for biting your husband the first time you two met. Is that right, bad girl?”

  “I’m not telling!” Minnie tried to jerk the material away from her head with no success.

  “Hands down!” He put a sharp edge to his voice and her hands came down immediately. “It seems that if a whippin’ didn’t deter you from doing it again, we must go a little harsher. I think a switch might do you some good.” He jerked at a bush nearby and tore a branch off, quickly taking all the leaves off.

  Minnie mewled. He had no doubt she regretted biting his hand, but even in play he would not tolerate a bite from her again. She had bitten his leg so harshly when he and the renegades had taken her hostage that he fought infection for months, requiring frequent checks by the doctor. Silas would die with a huge scar on his leg. Playing or not, biting would never be allowed.

  “Give me your hands!”

  Reluctantly she brought both hands up to the small of her back. He held them comfortably in his one large hand. He pulled the twig up, thrashing her bottom quickly with several swipes, leaving angry red lines across the crest of her rump.

  “Bad girls get spanked! Bad girls who bite get an ass whoopin’! And bad girls who don’t learn from a belt, get a switchin’! Do you think you’ll learn this time, little girl?”

  Silas paused, giving her time to catch her breath and answer.

  “Oh! Oh God! Yes, I’ll learn!” Minnie kicked her bare feet into the dirt, quickly giving in to crying.

  “Biting is never allowed.” He had resumed the swishing of the branch. “Apologize and repeat ‘biting is never allowed’ and the thrashing will end.”

  “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Biting is never allowed.”

  Silas tossed the twig, lightly patting her bottom, leaning forward to leave a kiss on each cheek. He just couldn’t resist. He adored this woman. Cherished her. He hated looking at the angry welts on her bottom, but knew it was necessary, and in a few minutes, each of those stripes and the pain would fuel her desire, she’d be dripping with need.

  “Pull your knees under you. I want your gorgeous ass up in the air, your cunt and your dark little hole open to my view.” He watched her hesitantly drag her knees up under her, the buttocks yawning open, and her dusky hole coming into view. Her nervous clenching made both her sex and her bottom hole wink at Silas. He put the pad of his thumb lightly over the pucker, feeling it twitch, his cock bouncing in front of him.

  “Spread your cheeks, cunt.”

  Minnie gasped, hating that term, which was the exact reason he used it, the demeaning term and humiliation made her juices flow.

  When she didn’t immediately obey, he dropped his voice, speaking through gritted teeth. “Do you need a spankin’, girl?”

  “No, Sir. But I want you to address me like a lady. I don’t like be called cunt!” She bit the words out.

  Oh, this is how we’re playing today?

  Silas reached up, grabbing her white drawers with the pale pink ribbons, which were still draped over her head, making sure he had a handful of hair too, twisting his fist to cause a sharp burn in her scalp.

  “Who do you think you’re fucking with here? I’ll call you what I want and choke the shit out of you after I’m done fucking you raw.” He pulled her head back, elongating her throat. “Now tell me, what’s your name, prisoner?”

  She stilled, not answering.

  “Maybe I’m not clear. Your name is cunt. What is your name, prisoner?” He twisted his fist full of her hair and drawers.

  “C-cunt, Sir.”

  “Damn straight. Now, let me check how wet you are and use those juices to fuck this ass.” He jammed his fingers into her channel, and as he suspected, she dripped over his hand, filling his palm. Scooping the excess onto his finger, Silas transferred the fluid into the back hole, working that tight ring of muscle, prying and plying until it relaxed.

  “Push back over my fingers, girl, unless you like to feel like your is ass ripping. Cuz whether you’re compliant or not, this is happening. Whether it is pleasant or not, is your choice—the only choice you get.”

  Although that wasn’t true, he loved feeling her body stiffen under him, loved knowing that she worried there might be a chance.

  Instantly she strained the opening, easing readily, accepting the intrusion. Silas jammed his cock unexpectedly into her pussy, quite literally sloshing in her cum, the slick walls of her pussy coating him. Her gasps and sighs of arousal came quickly, her hips swiveling, the red, striped bottom rubbing along his groin.

  Abruptly, he pulled out and in one fluid move, he pushed into her anus; she grunted long and low shouting, “Ohhhh, God!”

  “That’s right. Press back, open for me! You’re so fucking tight, Minnie. Christ.” Silas grit his teeth, restraining his ejaculation. He wanted to pound her ass long enough that she’d come from the act. “Play with your button, girl. Rub yourself raw; I want you coming.”

  Her hand slid under her, her arm moving wildly, an indication of how fast and hard she rubbed to bring herself to orgasm.

  “What’s your name, prisoner?”

  “Cunt, Sir.”

  “Yes. My Cunt. I will do with My Cunt as I see fit.” He slammed his hips into her ass, the slapping of flesh echoing off the glassy, shimmering creek.

  “What do you want me to do to you, Cunt?”

  “Spill your seed into my ass, Sir.” Minnie’s hips jerked and swiveled, her hand rubbing her pussy furiously.

  “As you wish.” Silas increased his rhythm, pistoning into her small channel until he stiffened, spurting rope after rope of his semen into her. Within moments, Minnie stiffened, stilling her ass momentarily, her tight ass milking his cock, her hips violently thrusting and pressing back to take him deeper into her.

  Silas spoke first. “Christ.” He wasn’t even sure that exclamation counted as speech or conveyed the bliss and completion he felt. He found himself shocked and a little dumbfounded at the intensity of their sex today.

  “I swear, I think I may have died a little during that.” Minnie gasped between words, to catch her breath. Her drawers were still over her head—barely—twisted and partially hanging off one side of her head from the violent activity.

  With a pleasingly sated, raspy voice, Minnie sighed, “My Renegade.”

  “Yes, have no doubt about that—ever. You’re always captured and mine. My prisoner.”

  Chapter 6

  Clara walked slowly next to Minnie, watching out of the corner of her eye how her gait seemed… different today, stiffer, more mincing. “Minnie, are you okay? Did you hurt your back? Or did you get spanked?”

  Minnie’s cheeks flushed, giving Clara a cursory glance before dropping her gaze to the dusty trail they were walking behind the wagons.

  Clara bent picking up a piece of buffalo dung for the evening fire, putting it in the basket she carried. “I guess that means you were spanked, yes?”

  “Silas switched me this morning by the creek just after my bath.” She rubbed her bottom through her dress. “I’m just a little sore is all.”

  “Minnie.” Clara sighed loudly. “What did you do this time?”

  “Nothing. We did it just for fun.” Minnie’s dimple showed on her cheek as she stifled a laugh.

  “For fun? Who gets switched for fun?” Clara stared at the girl for a moment. She and Angus had fun spankings too, but a switching would never be something she’d find pleasant, and obviously Minnie didn’t either; she was having trouble walking.

  “It ain’t fun while it’s happening, but I like the reminder all day. Like knowing that my husband cares, and it keeps me… wanting and in need until bedtime.”

  “I swear you two are like rutting boars.” Clara laughed. She’d become good friends with Minnie and their marriages occurred only a couple weeks apart, so they were both considered newlyweds, but with no children, Minnie and Silas had more nightly esc
apades than she and Angus. No doubt.

  “Miss Clara! I do declare, is that any way for a woman to talk to another woman?” Minnie looked around to be sure they were alone. “I think I’d say we’re more like bears in springtime.”

  “Like mating season? Do you suspect you’re with child?” Clara grabbed Minnie’s arm, anxious to hear her response.

  “Land’s sake, no! I’m hoping we can have a little while before that happens.”

  It was now Clara’s turn to look around for the men and other walkers. “I’m not sure yet, but I may be with child already.”

  Minnie jumped up and down, clapping her hands squealing, with Clara shushing her loudly, scanning the area for Angus.

  That’s all she’d need!

  “My God, Minnie, quiet yourself. All I need is Angus hearing of this, and he’d have me sitting on a cushion in the wagon, going slowly insane.”

  “Hearing of what?”

  Angus!

  The damn infernal man was everywhere!

  Clara’s face flushed. She needed to keep calm, cool and collected. He’d be so over-protective if he found out she was carrying his child, she’d be insane by the time the baby was born.

  “N-nothing.” She cleared her throat, quickly grabbing Minnie’s elbow. “That Minnie got a switchin’ from Silas this morning.”

  “Clara!” Minnie jerked her arm free, scowling at her with furrowed eyebrows. “Did you have to tell him that? Did you?”

  “Maybe you need to sit in the wagon, girl.” Angus rode up to her, leaning on his saddle horn. “You should have told me this; I would’ve given you permission to ride today. Where’s your damn husband that he didn’t tell me this?” He sat up looking around for Silas and his horse.

  “It’s okay, Angus. Really.” She glared at Clara again.

  “Don’t you be shooting daggers at my wife. Those stripes can get annoyed and fester with too much rubbin’, you get in your wagon. Now. No arguments.”

  “Yes, Sir.” Minnie turned whispering to Clara, “I’ll get you back for this, watch your back.” She then spun on her heel, stomping to her wagon.