Chapter 38

He’s barely gotten the words out of his mouth before Hanks’s fist is slamming into his jaw and knocking him on his ass. Sam eyes go wide with shock and pain and then quickly turn to fear when he sees the look on Hank’s face.

“Get the fuck off my property, Sam, and don’t ever come back. I’m switching vets as of right now, and if I see you so much as glance at Jamie again, a sore jaw will be the least of your worries.”

Sam scurries up, his jaw already starting to swell and bruise and quickly makes his way to his truck. He leaves in a cloud of dust.

“I’m so sorry,” I whisper.

When Hank turns to me, his body is still tense with anger, but there’s a raw hunger in his eyes that has me instinctively taking a step back. He notices and gives me a wicked grin, taking a step toward me until I’m pressed against the barn wall and his hard, sweaty body is less than an inch away. He braces one forearm beside my head and brings his other hand up to cup the back of my neck in a tight, possessive grip.

“Don’t run from me now, sweetheart,” he murmurs against my lips, sparking every cell in my body to life. “Is this still what you want, little one?” Before I can answer, he gives my lip a soft bite. “Be careful how you answer, Jamie, because there’s no going back. If you say yes, then I’m going to fuck your tight, little body in every way possible and fill you so fucking full with my seed that it’ll be dripping out of your tight cunt and ass. I’m claiming every damn inch of you and making it mine.”

The heat of his breath against my lips and the filthy things he’s saying to me has me delirious with excitement. “Because you are mine, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” I whimper, reaching up to cup his face. “I’m all yours. Fuck me, Hank. Claim every part of me.”

His eyes go even darker at my words, and when he presses his lips to mine, I meet his hunger with my own, moaning and whimpering and clinging to him like a wild woman. I undo his belt buckle and unzip his pants, needing to feel his powerful cock in my hand.

“Fuck,” he groans when I wrap my hand around him, or try to anyway. The man is fucking huge and rock hard. “You want my cock, baby?” He gives me a wicked grin and slides his hand under my dress, letting out a groan when he realizes I’m not wearing any panties. “You naughty girl,” he says, dragging his finger along my wet slit. “What if a strong breeze had come along and lifted your dress, flashing Sam your sweet, shaved pussy?” I let out a yelp when he gives my pussy a sharp smack.

“I was right about you needing a firm hand.” He gives my clit a soft rub before stepping back. I let out a frustrated whimper when I’m forced to let go of his cock. He arches a brow at me, daring me to complain or make demands.

When I bite my bottom lip and keep silent, he gives me a sexy grin and says, “Good girl,” making a delicious warmth seep through every part of my body. Why does his praise mean so damn much to me?

His eyes run over me in a hungry, possessive look that has me so wet I can feel my juices trailing down my inner thighs. “Show me what’s mine, baby,” he says, and I let out a soft moan at how commanding his voice sounds.

Lowering my hands, I grip the bottom of my dress and slowly pull it higher, revealing my wet, virgin pussy to him. When my dress is bunched at my waist, he lets out a groan and growls, “Turn around.”

I quickly do as he says, letting him guide me to the left a bit so I’m grabbing onto an empty stall door. His firm hand on the center of my back pushes me forward so I’m bending over with my ass on full display. In case there was any doubt to how much of me is showing, he roughly grabs my dress and yanks it up so my tits are free and all the fabric is bunched up at my head. I’ve never felt so vulnerable in my whole life, but I can’t deny the thrill it gives me to know I’m exposing everything to him.

“Nice boots,” he says, and I can hear the grin in his voice. He trails his fingers down my spine before dancing them along my ass. “I can tell you’re going to be a handful.”

“No, I’m not,” I quickly say.

He laughs again before giving my ass a soft smack. That wasn’t so painful, I think. Maybe this spanking thing isn’t all that bad.

“You’re not even here twenty-four hours and you’re already fucking yourself so loudly I can hear you through the door, waking up half naked and begging me to fuck you, and walking around without panties and a bra, taunting me with your wet little cunt. Yeah, you’re definitely going to be a handful, but it’s okay, baby. Nothing I can’t handle.”

The next smack on my ass has me letting out a startled yelp and yelling, “What the fuck?” as his strong hand on my hip keeps me firmly in place when I try to wiggle around to see him.

“Take your spanking like a good girl, and maybe you’ll get a reward.” His voice is velvety smooth, and when he presses the pad of his finger against my clit and gives me a firm rub, my knees threaten to buckle as I suck in a quick breath.

He stops way sooner than I want him to, and when I say, “No!” he tsks at me and gives my pussy a hard smack that has me biting my lip to keep from screaming out anything else. Pleasure and pain rush through me, and I’d give anything to cum right now.

He waits a few seconds, making sure I’m going to remain quiet, and when I do, he gives my clit another firm rub and says, “Good girl,” making me happier than any two words should.

“I think five spankings should be enough, don’t you?”

I let out a soft whimper and shake my head yes under my dress.

“I can’t hear you, sweetheart.” He dances his fingers over my stinging ass cheek, sending a shiver of pleasure over me.

“Yes,” I moan, arching my hips for him.

“That’s my girl,” he says in that deep, soothing voice of his that makes it impossible to have dry panties around him. “Count them out for me.”

Without warning his strong hand comes down hard on my other ass cheek, making me let out a whimper and grip the stall door tighter.

“One,” I say, cursing the sound of my shaky voice.

The next one lands on my other ass cheek, sparking that already sore cheek back to life. “Two,” I whisper against my forearm.

My body tenses for the next smack, but instead of the sharp pain, I feel his fingers lightly graze my clit, and the mix of pain and pleasure has me bucking against him and biting my forearm to keep from screaming out.

“Your little pussy’s so wet, baby,” he says, and I smile at how strained his voice sounds. At least I’m not the only one desperate to cum.

He slides a long finger inside me, making me completely unprepared for the next hard smack.

“Three,” I practically scream, working my hips against him and not caring one bit about how slutty this makes me. He keeps me right on the edge of pain and pleasure, and I’m loving every second of it.

Tears prick my eyes from my sore ass, and when I give a soft sniffle, I feel his lips on my spine, kissing and licking his way down my back. He keeps fingering me in that slow, intoxicating rhythm, and I feel like I’m about to lose my damn mind.

“Two more, baby,” he murmurs against my skin, “but they’re going to be harder than the others. I’m going to make you hurt, and then I’m going to give you more pleasure than you ever thought possible.” His tongue dances along my lower back, making me let out a soft moan. “I know my good girl can take it.”

And he’s right. I’ll happily take anything he wants to give me if it keeps his hands and mouth on me while he calls me his good girl. Still fingering me, he pulls back and smacks my ass so hard my knees buckle, and it’s only his hand on my pussy that’s keeping me upright.

“Four,” I whimper, feeling the tears stream down my face.