I signed the claim papers with James because the ranch demands two names to stand. He is gruff and controlling, and I test every rule without meaning to.
Every moment of tension pulls us into the same pattern. He bends me over the hay bales or the desk for spanks that leave me counting, then claims me in the loft where the wind hides the sound.
I could walk away from this partnership. I never do. The ranch needs us bound this way, and so does the hunger that grows with every correction.
Scorching frontier MM discipline erotica featuring rough spankings, strict control, and a dominant rancher claiming his greenhorn. For readers who crave power exchange and the men who yield to it.
