mild. I guess he could see that I was skittish as a newborn
foal, and it wouldn’t take much to put me right over the edge into hysteria.
“I haven’t
been in the bedrooms, but I wouldn’t be surprised. They marry fourteen and
fifteen-year-olds to men in their forties and older. Nine months later, they’re
having a baby. It doesn’t matter if that’s by force or not. It just shouldn’t
be happening.”
“You’re
right.”
“Russ?”
“Hmmm?” His
eyes weren’t on me, they were staring at nothing as he thought about something
he wasn’t sharing with me.
“Why do you
care about all this? Why do you care about me?”
His eyes
snapped back to mine. “Why, didn’t ya ever hear that old Chinese proverb? He
who saves a life is henceforth responsible for it.”
“You don’t
really believe that,” I scoffed.
“Don’t I?” I
couldn’t tell whether it was a serious question. His eyes were devouring me
hungrily, and the heat of last night’s passion rekindled in my belly. What was
it about this man that drew me into him, even as he confused and frightened me?
His eyes on my
face, he visibly shook himself from whatever mood that had held him just now.
“The way I see it, first thing you need to do is disappear. Lay low for awhile,
and then contact the authorities in Arizona. Maybe you can find out if there’s
a warrant out on you.”
“You mean for
my arrest?” I squeaked.
“Yeah, Kitten.
For your arrest. Don’t worry, we’ll work it so you can find out without
exposin’ your whereabouts.”
“Okay, but
where will I hide?”
“I figure
you’ll have to come to the ranch.” This was the second time he’d referred to a
ranch. I supposed he worked there.
“Won’t
searchers ask there?”
“Maybe, but
folks around here don’t cotton to strangers askin’ questions.”
“Will the
ranch owner care?”
“Nah, I’m
pretty sure he’ll be okay with it. If not, I’ll just hide you in the hay loft.”
He was grinning now, clearly remembering that I had recently been in trouble in
a hay loft.
Trying for an
equally flippant mood, I arched one brow and said, “I only go in haylofts with
men I intend to fuck.”
Russ threw his
head back and laughed, then pretended to make a severe face. “Young lady, that
is unseemly language. I’m gonna have to punish you for it.” With a swift move,
he grabbed me and flipped me across his legs, with my skirt thrown over my
head. Pulling the ugly white panties down even though I was struggling to
escape, he proceeded to paddle me lightly but rapidly with his bare hand, until
my ass stung like I’d sat in a fire-ant nest, all the while laughing at my
squirming. Mostly because the squirming was designed to put my cheeks in closer
contact with his hand.
I was
breathing hard when he let me up and examined my face for anger or indignation.
What he saw in it raised his eyebrows, and he said, low in his throat like the
purr of a lion, assessing my mood with those blue eyes. “Well, well.”
A seductive
smile stole over his lips, though his eyes were smoldering with raw hunger. His
gaze was so intense that I couldn’t face it, dropping my eyes to his chest,
which was heaving with some emotion I didn’t understand. Nor did I understand
what I felt, the arousal that usually shamed me at the hands of the Prophet present,
but without the shame in this identical situation but for the man.
Instead, I
felt, what? Aroused, yes, but also vulnerable, paralyzed with uncertainty. What
came next? Why was Russ looking at me so hungrily? Would it be okay for me to
touch him? Should I ask permission?
Russ saved me
from further thought. Somewhat to my disappointment, there was no more
spanking, but Russ ’s warm hand on my bottom soothed the
sting and for some reason made me feel safe and at the same time licentious. With
each pass of his hand across my buttocks, I longed for him to dip a finger into
my wet depths, but he must have planned something else.
With his
foal, and it wouldn’t take much to put me right over the edge into hysteria.
“I haven’t
been in the bedrooms, but I wouldn’t be surprised. They marry fourteen and
fifteen-year-olds to men in their forties and older. Nine months later, they’re
having a baby. It doesn’t matter if that’s by force or not. It just shouldn’t
be happening.”
“You’re
right.”
“Russ?”
“Hmmm?” His
eyes weren’t on me, they were staring at nothing as he thought about something
he wasn’t sharing with me.
“Why do you
care about all this? Why do you care about me?”
His eyes
snapped back to mine. “Why, didn’t ya ever hear that old Chinese proverb? He
who saves a life is henceforth responsible for it.”
“You don’t
really believe that,” I scoffed.
“Don’t I?” I
couldn’t tell whether it was a serious question. His eyes were devouring me
hungrily, and the heat of last night’s passion rekindled in my belly. What was
it about this man that drew me into him, even as he confused and frightened me?
His eyes on my
face, he visibly shook himself from whatever mood that had held him just now.
“The way I see it, first thing you need to do is disappear. Lay low for awhile,
and then contact the authorities in Arizona. Maybe you can find out if there’s
a warrant out on you.”
“You mean for
my arrest?” I squeaked.
“Yeah, Kitten.
For your arrest. Don’t worry, we’ll work it so you can find out without
exposin’ your whereabouts.”
“Okay, but
where will I hide?”
“I figure
you’ll have to come to the ranch.” This was the second time he’d referred to a
ranch. I supposed he worked there.
“Won’t
searchers ask there?”
“Maybe, but
folks around here don’t cotton to strangers askin’ questions.”
“Will the
ranch owner care?”
“Nah, I’m
pretty sure he’ll be okay with it. If not, I’ll just hide you in the hay loft.”
He was grinning now, clearly remembering that I had recently been in trouble in
a hay loft.
Trying for an
equally flippant mood, I arched one brow and said, “I only go in haylofts with
men I intend to fuck.”
Russ threw his
head back and laughed, then pretended to make a severe face. “Young lady, that
is unseemly language. I’m gonna have to punish you for it.” With a swift move,
he grabbed me and flipped me across his legs, with my skirt thrown over my
head. Pulling the ugly white panties down even though I was struggling to
escape, he proceeded to paddle me lightly but rapidly with his bare hand, until
my ass stung like I’d sat in a fire-ant nest, all the while laughing at my
squirming. Mostly because the squirming was designed to put my cheeks in closer
contact with his hand.
I was
breathing hard when he let me up and examined my face for anger or indignation.
What he saw in it raised his eyebrows, and he said, low in his throat like the
purr of a lion, assessing my mood with those blue eyes. “Well, well.”
A seductive
smile stole over his lips, though his eyes were smoldering with raw hunger. His
gaze was so intense that I couldn’t face it, dropping my eyes to his chest,
which was heaving with some emotion I didn’t understand. Nor did I understand
what I felt, the arousal that usually shamed me at the hands of the Prophet present,
but without the shame in this identical situation but for the man.
Instead, I
felt, what? Aroused, yes, but also vulnerable, paralyzed with uncertainty. What
came next? Why was Russ looking at me so hungrily? Would it be okay for me to
touch him? Should I ask permission?
Russ saved me
from further thought. Somewhat to my disappointment, there was no more
spanking, but Russ ’s warm hand on my bottom soothed the
sting and for some reason made me feel safe and at the same time licentious. With
each pass of his hand across my buttocks, I longed for him to dip a finger into
my wet depths, but he must have planned something else.
With his
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