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Reckless by Lizbeth Dusseau

Reckless with his work and reckless with his women, he's the kind of man no woman should fall for. Reporter Tad Stone is the last man straight-laced news director, Kelly London, wants on her staff. But he's also the best investigative reporter around. When the two team up to crack a drug ring with connections to the porn business, the sparks are bound to fly, especially when the arrogant scoundrel Tad devises a plan for Kelly to inflitrate a topless nightclub as a waitress. Just to prove she can do it Kelly goes along with the scheme only to find that her sexual juices are getting stirred up in ways she never imagined. The roguish Tad intends to take full advantage of the situation, and a nasty war between the two is bound to ignite! But that's hardly the end of it.

While Tad's brand of sexual adventure shocks the naive Kelly, he leaves her body sexually sated and she only wants more. In back alleys, brothels and sleazy night clubs their passion rides high one minute and threaten to crash the next. A sizzling hot story that includes spanking, some bondage, and semi-public sexual encounters.

“Ah, I’ve captured you,” Chase McMillian declared as he pulled Lacy Dalton into his arms.  “You’re not going to get away from me now!”  The husky blonde man’s broad arms went around the struggling Lacy, holding her fast to him.  Her auburn hair once piled atop her head fell loose about her flushed pink cheeks, as her green eyes flashed fiercely.  There was little determination in her protest however, her captive state the beginning of a delightful trip into an evening of passion.  “You fight me any more, and I’ll paddle your behind!” Chase said, his determination clear.  That wasn’t an idle threat and Lacy Dalton certainly didn’t want it to be. These tussles with Chase were one of the best parts of their relationship.  Somewhere in the mix of things, she needed freedom from her pressure filled life, and she found that in Chase McMillian, and often over his lap.

       “You just try and keep me here,” she cried as she tried again to wrestle away from his grasp.  She wrenched hard and finally broke free, darting quickly towards the other side of the stables.  Chase was after her, the pace brisk as she disappeared through the old wooden door into the night and the protection of the dark.  Chase was at her heels, and while her hair flew behind her, now completely undone, and her cheeks caught the brisk evening breeze, she managed to stay just out of his reach.  They ran between the paddocks out towards the meadow where they could hear the sound of horses snorting and whinnying from the prickly excitement in the air.  A storm gathered in the western sky about sunset, and now loomed closer, ready to break free and grant the sun-parched earth some reprieve from a summer of endless dry days.  The grasses were brown and brittle.  Dust covered everything.  The thought of a storm and its refreshing liquid splashing down to wash away the lazy doldrums of the season had made everyone and everything expectant and restless. 

       Lacy raced far into the field towards the old oak , and then, knowing that Chase was still following close, backtracked towards the house and barns, running at full speed.  The more she raced the more her blood began to surge.  The wind whipped around her; the storm chased at her heels. Before she could find shelter from the elements, the sky broke loose sending a torrent of heavenly water to splash against her face and drench her from head to toe. The feel of the cool water made her slow her escape from Chase’s pursuit; and her fiancé, not too happy with her impromptu flight, finally captured her again.

       “You really do want a battle,” he asserted.

       Though she struggled against his hold on her, her resistance was meager as he dragged her into the stable and the dim interior of an empty stall. There, he began to unfasten her wet jeans.  Soaked to the skin, it was difficult to pull the garment away, especially when she was doing nothing to assist him in the task.  Still, they were playing out clearly established roles:  Lacy would fight him, sometimes almost bitterly, until his sheer brute strength won out and her reckoning would result.  The reckoning this time was over his lap.  Once he had her free of her jeans, he sat down on a bale of hay, and pulled her over his knees.  Seconds later, she felt the first blow as the palm of his hand connected with her wiggling derriere.

       “Ouch, that hurts!” she declared after the sting of the first smack registered.

       Chase connected again and again, laying the imprint of his hand on her white bottom cheeks—both sides. Even in the dim light of the stable, it was possible to see the red color that he raised on her silky skin. When a flash of lightning brightened the space around them for a split second, Chase was particularly gratified to see the result of his work.

       “Ouch, please, Chase stop!”

       He peppered her bottom with a flurry of quick smacks, making this spanking particularly hard. 

       “You’re doing it too hard!” she roared.

       “Oh, no I’m not, you rotten brat.  You would have led me all over hell and back if the storm hadn’t hit.”  He stuck again, harder still.

       “No, please, please!” she wailed.  It was more than a sting; her whole body felt inflamed.  It felt as if Chase was invisibly hooked to the lightning, the fire of his stroke stimulated her beyond her bottom.  She was throbbing between her thighs, which made her entire backside wiggle erotically.  Even though it hurt, the mounting sensations were sex involved, just as they both expected they would be. 

       “You could take much more,” Chase finally said, when he pushed her off his lap.  “But I have other plans.”  Still keeping her in his control, he thrust her against the prickly bale of hay and held her at the small of her back while he undid his own jeans.  Breaking free his erection, he planted it in that soft warm place between her thighs as he listened to the sounds of Lacy’s heartfelt moans of pleasure.  “This is what you wanted,” he purred to her.

       Lacy was beyond speaking.  Her hot spanked cheeks and Chase’s deep thrusts sent delicious shock waves through her loins and limbs. An occasional slap of Chase’s hand against her punished skin only made her own need more dear.  Gyrating her hips into his fast moving groin, the rhythm, the rocking, the heat and the turbulent night brought the two to an ecstatic conclusion. Their orgasms arrived almost simultaneously, and when they were finished Lacy collapsed against the hay exhausted, while Chase pulled out of her and stood up looking down at her red, raw bottom.

       “You’re just going to leave me here?” Lacy said, peering up at him.  She could hardly see his face, it was so cloaked in darkness.

       “Yes, I’m going to leave you here, brat.  You deserved this one.  Not that you didn’t ask for it.”

       “I thought maybe ...”  She started to pull up.

       Chase smiled arrogantly, but refused to listen to her complaint, and turning on his heel, he left her to herself.

       “Chase, please!” she pleaded, but it was too late to get him back.  The far door opened and closed and she knew she’d been left alone.

       “Damn!” she whispered to herself under her breath.

       There was a rustling somewhere behind the stall, but with the wind still howling outside the stable she paid little attention to it, simply thinking it was one of the horses.  Sitting on her naked rear, it hurt, the hay poking uncomfortably into her roughed up skin.  She’d only stay there long enough to catch her breath. 

       “My, my, that was quite a sight.” 

       The sound of a man’s voice pierced through the sound of the rain.  Lacy looked up, shocked to see a strange man standing just beyond the stall door, grinning at her lustily from his dark and handsome face. What she could see of him in the dusky light, he was of average height with broad shoulders and short brown hair, a handsomely rugged man, with a certain degree of polish she rarely saw in a cowboy. 

       “Good god, what are you doing here!” she exclaimed.

       “Just getting acquainted, miss,” he said easily, as if looking at a half-naked woman sitting on a bale of hay was nothing unusual.

       Lacy tried pulling down her shirt to cover her exposed groin. “At least you could have the manners to give me some privacy,” she snapped.

       “Certainly,” he said with a smile. 

       As he turned away, Lacy pulled herself to standing and struggled to get her wet jeans back where they belonged.  She expected the man to leave the stables, but then that wouldn’t explain why he was there at all.  When she exited the stall, looking as poised and nonchalant as she knew how, she was forced to meet him face to face.  Thankfully, he wouldn’t be able to see the blush of embarrassment on her cheeks.

       “I don’t know when I’ve been so welcomed at a new job,” the man said. 

       “And I don’t know who you are, or why you’re here,” Lacy said, “but I’d better get some explanation, and fast.”

       “I’m Travis, Travis Wills.”  He held out his hand as if this meeting required the formal greeting.  Lacy didn’t oblige him.

       “The new foreman?” she said, shocked.

       He nodded.

       It took some moments for Lacy to rein in her reaction.  This man was hardly what she expected.  The thought of him working “intimately” with her every day made her heart race, her loins surge and a strange feeling begin in the pit of her stomach that was akin to nausea.

       “It’s regrettable that you witnessed that moment between my fiancé and me.  I trust you’ll put it out of your mind.  It was certainly not something that was intended for your eyes.”

       Travis nodded, seeming to draw in his glee.  “I wouldn’t have dared walk in on your bedroom, but then . . .”

       “Yes, I’m sure you wouldn’t,” she went on.  “So, now that you’re here, perhaps I should get you settled.  You know we didn’t expect you until tomorrow.”

       “I drove straight through from Houston, Miss, it is Miss Dalton I’m speaking with?”

       “Yes,” she tried half a smile.  “Lacy Dalton.”

       He nodded politely.  It might have appeared that Travis Wills would honor her request and forget about the spanking he’d witness, but there seemed to remain an aspect of merriment in his eyes.  She was afraid this night might come back to haunt her.


Kelly London managed to keep thoughts of Tad Stone out of her mind the remainder of the day — more by force of will than anything else. But as she drove to her apartment, she couldn’t keep her mind off their first confrontation. To her dismay, he was already lodged in her brain cells and her groin, stimulating every nerve ending in her body as surely as if he was there between her legs with his mouth moving on her naked pubis. At home that night, her only salvation was to think of him, and let her mind wander to every tantalizing feature of his virile body. Maybe this way she could purge herself of the thought of him and maintain her composure in his presence.

She thought of him while she stood before her dressing mirror, unbuttoning the filmy white blouse. It billowed for just a minute with the breeze blowing in the window. Dropping like a white sail to the floor, she stared at what remained, her torso clothed in nothing but the soft pink bra that cupped her breasts and made her natural cleavage more remarkable. The little shimmy of her flesh made her imagine what it would feel like to have Tad Stone’s hands touching her there. She touched herself, pulling a pink nipple from the pink bra and pinching it between her fingers. The little twinge of pain involved made her wince, made her think that Tad would pinch it harder until it really hurt. She’d like that.

Her hands behind her back found the bra clasp and freed her of the constraining garment, breasts swinging before her eyes. Both nipples were hard. Cupping one breast, she leaned down and licked the surface. As she gazed at her reflection in the mirror, she imagined Tad behind her, removing his shirt, his tanned chest against her skin, his groin attached to hers from the rear, his dick pulsing so she could feel it in her bottom. They’d dance a little. His hands would be clinging to her breasts, squeezing them. And then because her body demanded it, she’d loose the button on her skirt and let that drop too. Tad’s hands would be inside the brief bikinis, one grasping her neatly shaved mound. He’d be the kind of man to tug at her silky hair, and take his middle finger deep between her labia.

Kelly, mimicking the moves, discarded her skirt and panties on the floor. One hand at her crotch accomplished all that she imagined Tad Stone would do. He would never like sex pretty. He’d bend her over the back of the chair and enter her from behind, grab her tits and slap her ass. She slapped her own breasts while thinking Tad’s larger hand would make a better impact. She slapped herself till she could feel a sting, then returned to her pubis and the pleasure growing there.

She might have orgasmed a moment later to the thought of his erection moving inside her. But the fantasy disappeared with one quick glance toward the door and the eyes of her boyfriend staring intently at her show.

“Must have been missing me, huh?” he said as he moved forward, removing his tie and pulling his shirt from his pants.

“You’re back early,” she said in a breathless voice.

“Is that bad? Or would you rather have sex with yourself?” She was a little annoyed with the interruption, but she covered quickly, helping Gray Morgan to strip off his pants. And those on the floor, she pulled him to the bed.

“Hey, I liked that little dance you were doing. Maybe we could just fuck right there,” he protested.

“Ah, but I want you really deep, darling,” she purred.

He liked the animal in her climbing out of her well carved image of self control. With his erection ready, he entered her sopping puss and began to thrust. He could feel a little orgasm in her right away, and then another building more slowly while his got started. They climaxed almost simultaneously, though hers lasted longer. A dozen spasms must have pulsed through her body making her inner muscles clench tight around his cock.

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