The Cowboy's One Night Bride (13 page)

“Look how sensitive they are,” he pinched them. “Were they sensitive when Drake pinched them? Did you respond to his touch, the way you’re responding to mine?”

“No,” her eyes filled with tears. “No, Anthony, it was nothing like that.”

Anthony’s eyes flashed as he walked behind her. Grabbing her ankles together, he spread her legs as he lifted them, flaying her knees outwards. He pulled on the lasso roughly, and the impact made Gianna cry out as he began looping the rope around her ankles. Pulling the knots tightly, he stepped back and admired her. She was balanced on her tummy as the lasso forced her legs and shoulders together. Her huge bosoms stuck out of the rope bonds he had created and her butt and pussy were exposed to the world.

Satisfied, he walked over and picked up the willow cane. He tapped it menacingly on his palm, feeling the sting that it left, knowing that soon the same stings would be unleashed all over her body.

“Are you sure you want to go through with this?” he asked her quietly as he stood beside her. Gianna’s breath had quickened as she attempted to adjust from the discomfort of her bonds and her face was flushed. Still, she nodded resolutely at him.

With that, he lifted the cane, and landed a blow across her butt cheeks, leaving a red line in its wake. Gianna cried out in pain and she pulled on her restraints.

“Did he make you scream, Gianna?” Anthony asked jealously, as he brushed the cane over the mark it had made.

“No!” she spat out. “No, it wasn’t like that.”

“Good.” Anthony continued to rub the cane all over her butt cheeks. “I am going to cane you eight times as a punishment for fucking another man, Gianna. And you are going to count each one of them. Understand?”

“Yes,” Gianna said through a clenched jaw.

The cane descended upon her with a sharp crack.

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Gianna felt the sharp bite of the cane as it landed high on her right butt cheek.

“One!” she cried out.

She hadn’t expected this much pain. Unlike a spank from his hand or the paddle, the pain was concentrated on a tiny surface and radiated outwards in a burn. She tensed herself for the next blow.

Crack.

This one landed on her other cheek so that both sides of her bottom were now on fire.

“Two!” she spat out, tears gathering in her eyes.

Crack! Crack!

Gianna uttered the numbers in a garbled cry as she attempted to wrap her head around the pain. Her entire ass was ablaze with agony that radiated outwards. She took deep breaths as she tried to gain control over herself.

“Ready?”

Anthony asked, and she was grateful that even then, he stopped to check in on her. She gritted her teeth and nodded her ascent.

The cane descended in quick succession over her inner thighs, causing her to squeal. These blows were not as hard as the ones on her butt, but the sensitivity of her skin there made the throbbing pain only a bit more bearable.

“Five! Six!” she shouted.

Anthony moved the cane up along her thighs, stroking her vulva with the tip. As it circled her clit, Gianna felt the faint stirrings of her arousal beneath the pain. The cane was hard and unyielding, pressing down mercilessly on her exposed nub, and drew sharp jolts of pleasure out of her. 

Crack!

Gianna’s eyes rolled backwards in her head as the cane landed right on the spot just next to her vulva. As the pain sank in, Anthony went back to working her clit with the cane so that she found herself in a confusing whirlpool of pleasure and pain.

“What number is it, Gianna?” Anthony asked in a warning tone.

“Seven!” she gasped, as he prodded at her clit. He pressed the tip right over her sensitive bud and alternated between rubbing it furiously and pressing it down hard and fast.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck fuck,” she moaned, her muscles tightening as her orgasm drew near. As she flexed her cheeks, the pain from the welts was overpowered only by the hard threads of lust that held her together.

Just as she tethered over the edge, Anthony brought the cane down one last time: this time, directly over her clit.

“Eight!”

Gianna screamed as she came violently. Stars burst before her closed eyes as she rode the glorious waves of rapture that cascaded over her.

As she recovered from her orgasm, Anthony undid his pants and brought his erection to her mouth.

“Did you suck on him, Gianna? Did you enjoy his cock?”

“What? No!” Gianna gasped.

“Did he fuck your mouth like this?” Anthony shouted as he pushed his rod right into her mouth.

“No!” Her answer was muffled as she sucked on his cock as he thrusted it in her, swirling her tongue against his frenulum.

As Anthony pounded her mouth, he reached over to her breasts and pinched her swollen nipples hard.

“Ah!”

Gianna screamed around his cock. Her nipples were hypersensitive as a result of the ropes that were bound so tightly. He rubbed and pinched at them as he continued his assault of her mouth.

“God, Gianna,” Anthony groaned as he grabbed and tugged at her hair, forcing himself deeper inside her mouth.

As he swelled in her, Gianna braced herself for his release. However, he removed himself suddenly, leaving her mouth bereft.

Moving behind her, Anthony stroked her tight opening with his cock.

“Did he fuck you, Gianna?”

Her head whipped up, as the tears finally rolled down her cheeks.

“Yes.” She whispered in shame.

“Did you want him to?”

“What? No! Anthony, I was under the influence of the aphrodisiac. I wasn’t myself.”

“I know,” he muttered as he continued to coat his cock with her juices. “It hurts anyway.”

Gianna sniffled. “Anthony. I am so. so. sorry.” Tears continued to stream down her red cheeks. She took a deep breath.

“Fuck me, Anthony,” she said in a clear voice. “Sow your seed in me. Wash his traces away and make me new.”

She could hear him breathing heavily behind her. The next moment seemed eternal as the only sound that filled the silence was his breathing and the snuffling of the horses in the stables next door.

Then all of a sudden, he roughly pushed himself inside her and started to fuck her hard, harder than he ever had. As he gained momentum, he grabbed on to her ass to maintain his balance and she winced as he pressed against her tortured skin.

Agony and sweet, sweet pleasure rose in her as he mercilessly pounded into her. The sensations were almost unbearable. Anthony made deep, guttural noises that sounded almost animalistic as he impaled her over, and over, and over again.

“Did you come for him?” he grunted, breathless from the exertion.

“No,” she gasped, as she felt the pleasure build. “My orgasms are for you. Only you can give me pleasure. Only you can give me release.”

She heard him exhale in relief behind her. “At least I still have that.”

Oh Anthony.
She loved him so much.

“I’m close, Gianna,” Anthony shouted. Clenching her muscles around his cock, Gianna met him thrust by thrust. She felt his fingers around her clit, rubbing and stroking.

“Come for me, baby,” he groaned.

It was all the invitation she needed. She shuddered and screamed his name like a litany as she reached an earth-shattering climax.

With a roar, he pounded into her one final time as he erupted inside her, his hot cum seeping and trickling down her ass.

Chapter 13

Sleep eluded Anthony as he sat up in bed. In the darkness, he could make out the small form of his wife, who lay sleeping beside him. Raising the cover lightly so that she wouldn’t stir, he winced as he saw the red welts that lay across her bottom and thighs. She had rope burn over her breasts, arms and feet as well. Even though she had insisted that the pain was bearable, his heart ached in a strange way as he gently applied the cream over her wounds.

The pain and guilt were almost unbearable, especially when he remembered that she was pregnant. He had lost control of himself in the moment, and even though he knew that she had gone into it willingly, it didn’t change the fact that he saw himself as a monster.

How could I do this to someone I love?

Worse still was the fact that he had actually been aroused by her pain. The mewling cries she made as he caned her had made him so hard. It had taken every ounce of self-control in him to stop at the eighth strike when all he wanted to do was to run the cane all over her.

Sickened with himself, he leaned over and kissed her gently on her cheek. Gianna mumbled sleepily at his touch.

“Anthony.”

She still loved him, even after all that. That was perhaps what frightened him the most; the fact that her love for him would actually push her to endanger herself.

Making up his mind, he lightly caressed her cheek before getting out of bed. He carefully closed the door and went to his study, preparing to face the sleepless night.

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As Gianna roused from her sleep, she opened her eyes and saw Anthony sitting right in front of her. She smiled at him, relieved that he was still with her.

Perhaps we will be okay.

“Good evening.”

“Goodness, what time is it?” She looked at the setting sun outside the window in dismay.

“Did I just sleep through the day? Why didn’t you wake me?” Anthony shrugged. “I thought you could use the rest.”

“Well, that’s kind of you,” she yawned as she stretched, wincing as her motions made her raw skin chafe against the bed.

“Are you alright?” Anthony asked as he leaned over her anxiously.

“I’m fine,” Gianna assured him. When he looked unconvinced, she insisted, “Seriously, Anthony. I’m alright.”

“If you say so,” he said, and she could tell that he was distracted. “How about you give me a kiss, take my mind off things?” She teased tentatively, holding her breath as she feared his response.

His mouth twitched a little as he leaned over and kissed her cheek. She pouted.

“That’s not where I want to be kissed.”

Anthony ran his hands through his hair. “Gianna, come with me to my study. We need to talk.”

Alarmed, Gianna said, “Oh–kay.”

As she wrapped her robe around her, she followed Anthony across the hall, a seed of trepidation in her chest.

Shit
, she thought.
This can’t be good.

Anthony pulled out the chair in front of his desk for her and she sat down carefully.

“So,” she tried for a light tone and failed miserably. “What’s up?”

Anthony sat down opposite her and clasped his hands together. Looking at her, he intoned in a dead voice, “I want a divorce.” 

“A divorce?” Gianna gasped in horror as she skimmed through the paper. She felt something heavy crush her heart into dust. “You want me to leave?”

“Gianna,” the pain in Anthony’s voice was palpable. “Don’t worry about the money. I’ll make a note about it to make it official.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” Gianna looked at him incredulously.

“You won’t have to pay back the settlement fee in any form. Also, I’ve prepared a portion of my savings for you to use. It should be enough for you and the baby to live a comfortable life.”

“I don’t want your money!” Gianna cried as she desperately reached for him. “I want you!”

“I’m bad for you, Gianna,” Anthony said firmly as he caught her hands in his. “Look at this,” he whispered as he held up her hands. Gianna saw the rope burn along her wrists that stretched up around her arms.

“Anthony,” she said, trying to keep herself calm. “This is nothing. It doesn’t even really hurt anymore. Besides, I asked for it.”

“Don’t you see?” Anthony looked agonized. “You have no sense of self-preservation whatsoever. You are brave and bold, but when it comes to protecting yourself, you are clueless!”

“So, keep me with you! Protect me,” she begged.

“How do I protect you when I’m the threat?” Anthony banged his fist on the table.

Beneath the rising hysteria that threatened to choke her, Gianna was bewildered. This wasn’t the first time that he had been rough with her. Perhaps the session was a little more intense than what she was used to, but it wasn’t really worse than what things had been like in the beginning.

What’s changed?

A hand flew to her mouth as it occurred to her.
He hasn’t forgiven me
, she thought, distraught.
The sole difference between then and now is the fact that because of my mistake, I’m no longer solely his.

She suddenly remembered what Drake had said to her at the general store.

When that baby is born and he’s obviously half Cherokee, half Italian and not at all Anthony, that’ll make him the laughing stock of the town. And we both know full well, a man’s reputation in the West is everything.

That was it, then. Anthony was just too much of a gentleman to reveal his true intentions. Gianna choked back a sob as she steeled herself.

“Fine,” she said bleakly. “Fine, I’ll sign the papers.”

Anthony sucked in a breath.
Of relief,
she thought sourly.

“I’ll get them prepared by morning,” he said, turning away from her.

“There,” she said as the tears flowed freely down her face. “So that’s done. I’ll go pack my things now.”

Anthony’s face was white as he restrained her. “Gianna, what are you talking about? It’s late. You can stay here tonight. I’ll sleep in the study.”

“No!” Gianna’s voice trembled. “I’ll find a place to stay in town tonight.”

“Are you really that ready to leave me?” Anthony asked her in a choked voice. As she looked at him, she saw the pain that she felt mirrored on his face.

“I will never be ready. But it’s easier for me to leave now, while I still have the strength to do so.”

Anthony breathed in deeply and exhaled with a sigh. “Very well then. I’ll see you back here in the morning.”

“Fine.”

Gianna left the study and barely managed to make it back into the bedroom before her knees buckled and she fell to the floor, sobbing and feeling her heart breaking.

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Anthony felt his world collapse around him as he watched Gianna’s departing form. Truth be told, he had expected more of a fight and believed that his will would have given way if she had insisted a little more.

Still, he had seen the pain that twisted her face when he pointed out that he was the source of all her physical pain in the past. Right after she had taken the time to process it, she had agreed to the divorce.

With a heavy sigh, he gathered his vest. So that was it, then. Life still had to go on. He just thought that for tonight, it’d be easier faced with some alcohol in his system.

As he passed the bedroom, he heard Gianna’s muffled sobs through the wooden door. It made his heart clench.

At least this will be the last time that I’m a source of her pain
, he thought.

Squaring his shoulders, Anthony walked down the stairs away from her and towards the first evening of his new, lonely life.

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Gianna cried so much that she felt as though her body had been completely drained of tears. Looking at the baby crib in the corner, she felt a sudden surge of unreasonable anger at the child who was growing in her.

As soon as she had the thought, she quickly dismissed it, shocked that she had even entertained such a terrible notion. After all, it wasn’t the baby’s fault. It was her fault, her own damn fault …

Drake.

Fury rushed anew through her veins. He was the cause of all this. Imagine all the lives he had ruined before her, and that he would continue to ruin in the days to come. Unless she did something to put an end to that.

Gianna clung on to her rage like a lifeline as it gave her a new purpose. She was terrified of having to face the days ahead without Anthony, but at least she would have her revenge before it came to that. Getting dressed in a hurry, she threw on a shirt and jeans before leaving the room.

As she passed Anthony’s empty study, she paused. With an evil smirk, she entered and found just what she was looking for. Tucking the chastity cage into her suitcase, she set off to the saloon to exact her own form of vengeance on the guy who had ruined her life.

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The sun had set completely as Gianna entered the alley that led to Drake’s apartment. Stopping behind a corner, she unbuttoned the top of her blouse so that the top of her breasts popped out enticingly. Fluffing out her hair, she climbed the stairs, hoping that he didn’t have any company.

Before she could knock, the door flew open and Gianna found herself looking into the face that she so deplored.

“Delucca,” Drake raised his eyebrows. He gave her a quick once-over, his eyes lingering on her cleavage. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

She raised her suitcase. “Thanks to you, Anthony has thrown me out.”

“No!” Drake’s mouth quirked in a twisted grin. “And what do you expect me to do about that?”

Gianna shrugged. “As the father of my future child, I was hoping that I could stay here for the night. My train leaves in the morning and I don’t fancy sleeping at the station.”

As he hesitated, Gianna pushed on. “You owe me this much, Drake.”

Drake frowned, “I’m not so sure about that.”

Jerk.

Gianna swallowed the bile that rose in her throat. “If you let me stay,” she said as coquettishly as she could, “I’ll make it worth your while.”

She lowered her eyes meaningfully to her cleavage and deliberately undid another button, giving Drake a good glimpse of one of her nipples.

He licked his lips. “Desperate and sluttish: I could never say no to that.” Opening the door wide, he invited her in with a mocking bow.

Success.

As she sauntered in, she casually unlocked her suitcase and placed it on the sofa. She then turned to Drake, put her arms around his shoulders and pulled him in for a kiss.

Drake hungrily tore at her blouse, and she saw the buttons fly as her breasts popped out. He paused for a moment to admire her, giving her nipples an appreciative pinch.

“Damn, Anthony must have the restraint of a saint to be able to throw these out of the door,” Drake jeered as he bent forward, took one of her breasts in his mouth and suckled her. Gianna fought the urge to slap him. Instead, she pushed him down on the chair and yanked his pants down. He barked a laugh.

“Man, you really are a slut.”

Remember the plan
. Gianna pictured a tortured Drake in her mind before she leaned over and enclosed her lips over his semi-tumescent dick. She ran her tongue over the hardening head and licked it.

“Ohh yes,” he groaned, closing his eyes. Sensing her opportunity, she reached out to her suitcase, and surreptitiously retrieved the chastity device. Flicking it open, she released Drake from her mouth, clamped the device sharply down on his dick and turned the lock.

“What the fuck!” Drake’s eyes shot open and he gazed down at the weird contraption that encased his cock. “What is this?” he demanded.

Gianna leaned back and smiled foxily. “Just a little something to spice things up.”

She raised her hands to her breasts and squeezed her nipples, moaning deliberately. As she expected, Drake’s cock bulged at the sight of her floor show and he yowled as the spikes dug into his penis.

“Fuck! That hurts!” He yanked at the chastity case in vain while Gianna laughed mockingly. She swung the key around her finger at him and ducked away as he tried to grab it.

“Not so fast, Drake Edwards.”

She walked to the window and threw the key out. He gave a yell and tried to lunge at her, but his motions were hindered by the little needles that pierced into his cock.

“You stupid cunt,” he gasped, grabbing at the cage as he attempted to pry it off with his bare hands.

“You can’t brute-force that off,” Gianna warned him. “You’d sooner break your cock.”

He gazed at her with a cold fury.

“Well,” she said. “I’m off then. Enjoy the rest of your celibate life.”

As she turned to leave, something hard hit against her head and the impact sent her stumbling forward. Looking down, she realized that Drake had thrown a vase at her.

“Take that, bitch!” Drake snarled as he staggered over to her. He reached out for a wine glass and sent it flying in her direction. Still dizzy from the impact, Gianna didn’t duck but lost her balance and fell on the ground. She tried to crawl away but Drake had caught up to her. He grabbed hold of her ankle and started to pull her towards him.