Sinful desires{steamiest short stories}

He had been sitting at the dining table since eight o’clock sharp, waiting for her. The chair across him was vacant. The soup had been served. He glanced at his pocket watch. Almost a half past eight. Her sudden soft footfalls made him turn around.Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

Delilah almost floated up in a white flowing gown, her face radiant and refreshed, her long luxuriant brown hair flowing freely to her swaying hips. The sight of her took his breath away and he felt his initial anger evaporating.

“Good evening, Mr. Carson.” She said, her voice as musical as silver bells. “Have I kept you waiting?”

“Well, yes.” He feigned anger. “We prefer to do everything in a timely manner, Miss Harris. This being your first day, I can grant you leave.”

“You make this sound like a job.” She laughed softly. “And you can call me Delilah, or Delia. I am, after all, your wife now.”

“Yes, I suppose that would be appropriate.” He nodded.

“Try the turnip soup, Delia, you’ll love it.”

“Yes, I’m sure.” She sat down and looked at the thick liquid in the bowl before her with some disdain. “And may I call you Jeb or Jebediah… Mr. Carson is rather tiresome.”

“Jeb will do fine.” He smiled tightly, watching her twirl the soup spoon in the bowl listlessly.

She brought the soup spoon to lips and turned up her nose. “Could I just skip to the main course?”

“Soups not good for you?” He smirked.

“I’m really hungry; I need something a bit more substantial.”

“Of course. We are having steak and onions tonight.” He waved at the housekeeper and Juanita replaced the soup bowl with a plate of aromatic beef and sauteed onions.

Delilah smiled and put a piece of meat into her mouth, making a face.

“Isn’t that good enough?” He raised his eyebrows expressively.

“The meat’s tasty, but a bit too chewy… kind of tough.”

“You’re having the meat that built my fortune, Ms. Har… Delia.”

“That’s good then, but I’m sure it wouldn’t go down well in the city.” She had a condescending tone.

“Really.” He looked at her with a scowl. “Then maybe I won’t try selling any there.”

She stared at him right in the eye. “Jeb, this is good and all, but I wasn’t prepared for something this rustic… I mean you should have told me more in the letters instead of just how well you’ve done with your life.”

“I didn’t see the need to.” He leaned back on his chair, making the wood creak. “Life’s really good enough for me to not complain at all. Why’d you sign up to be a mail order bride and come down West, you should have known life on the frontier’s not soft and easy like the cities back East.”

“I knew that, Jeb, I did.” She spat out a hunk of chewed beef back on to the plate. “I just wasn’t prepared to be wedded to a man twice my age.”

“So what are you afraid of?”

“You know, if I can be satisfied… in every way.”

“For calamity’s sake, you are one outspoken woman, aren’t you?” Carson grated. “And we don’t go spitting out food back on our plates. Please clean it up.”

“What do you have a housekeeper for?” She gave him a cold look.

“Juanita’s is here to look after the house and prepare the meals, not to pick up after you.”

“Then it’s time you hired someone who can.” She closed her eyes and sighed

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“By god, woman, you’re one pampered and spoiled brat.” He couldn’t keep his anger at bay any longer.

“That’s how it is, back in the city, Jeb.” She shrugged nonchalantly.

“Well, this ain’t the city, darlin’.” He drawled, feeling his blood begin to rise. “This here’s my ranch and you’re in the Wild West.”

“Oh, so what are you going to do, Mr. Big Horn Cattle man?” Her petulant laugh incensed him further.

“Why don’t I show you what I can do upstairs?” He gritted his teeth, stabbing at the beef steak on his plate.

“I doubt if you can last a full five minutes, mister.” She threw him a disdainful look.

“By God, you’ll be begging me to stop.” He almost flew out of his chair. “But first I’m going to wash out that mouth of yours with a bar of stable soap and then use my switch on your insolent behind all night long.”

“I don’t think you’re up to it, Daddy.” She blew him a kiss.

“Wh… what did you call me?” He looked bewildered.

“You’re twice my age, old man.” She purred. “You’re my Daddy Dearest.”

“Unbelievable.” He roared. “I’m only thirty nine and I’m going to show you how bad this ‘Daddy’ can be.”

Jeb Carson was a big man, tall and lean, and years of working in the outdoors, herding cattle and wrangling mustangs, had made him the tough no-nonsense man that he was.

Having a dainty little city slicker of a woman he just met making fun of him in his own house was more than he could bear.

Delilah shrieked as he roughly grabbed her by the wrist and ducked under her. He stood up with her lying over his shoulders. She kicked out her legs and flailed her arms about, slung over his broad shoulders like a day old heifer.

“Juanita.” Carson called out to his housekeeper. “Take the rest of the evening off. Go home; in fact, take tomorrow off as well.”

“Si, Senor Carson.” The little woman nodded and turned away with a smile on her wrinkled face. She didn’t look back as she left hurriedly through the back door.

“Put me down, you bully.” Delilah cried out, her small fists raining blows to his back and sides.

“You’re a bad girl, Delia.” Carson growled. “And Daddy’s going to do to you what every bad girl deserves.”

“What are you going to do, old man?” Delilah screamed. “Spank me.”

“That will be a good enough start.” He nodded and strode up to the couch by the window.

His strong muscular arms lifted her off his shoulders as if she was a sack of feathers and he flopped down on the couch, letting her drop over his thick thighs. Delilah felt the breath blow out of her as she landed hard over his legs.

“What the hell…” She gasped.

“Oh, you city gals are so darn spunky.” Carson laughed as he pressed her upper back down, squashing her breasts over his left knee.

She couldn’t move against the weight of his powerful arm over her and felt his right hand grab a handful of her long evening gown. He began to pull up the silky material, exposing her long slender legs.

“What are you doing, Jeb?” She shrieked. “Let me go.”

“I’m punishing you, darlin’,” He snorted. “I reckon as your legally wedded husband, I have a right to.”

She gasped as he pushed her gown high above her buttocks, exposing the firm round buns to his view. She heard him whistle softly and felt his hard callused palm gently caress the smooth softness of her rump.

She wasn’t wearing anything under the gown and the cool air on her bare skin made her shiver. She heard him spit into his palm and tried to look back, but his left hand held her down hard. She couldn’t move, she was at the mercy of this stranger she had never met before and was legally married to.

“Don’t bite your tongue off now, darlin’,” Carson guffawed and brought his rough, hard palm down firmly against her soft white buttocks.

Delilah stiffened at the sharp stinging blow, her eyes watering and body shivering. She fought back a scream. She wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of humiliating her like this.

His hand came down again, harder, and again. Delilah squirmed against him, and he laughed, striking her again and again.