Seeking Justice (2 page)

They had a client coming early in the morning with a mare he wanted to breed with Matchstick, one of Bandit's sons. That meant Zander would have to be up early and ready to meet the man. If he'd known Justice was coming, he would have had one of the hands see to the intake, and he would have stayed in bed with Justice. Now it was too late to line up a replacement.

Zander walked to Justice's car and put his hand on the hood. It was still warm, but not hot, which meant she'd been there for a little while. Hopefully, she had followed his instructions and was naked in his bed waiting for him. They would have a good, hard screw, take a shower together, and then go into Bluefield to see Miss Agatha.

He sure hoped his grandmother wasn't going to berate Justice for not wanting to make a commitment. Zander was sure he would be able to get her to marry him, given time. The best thing to do was not push her too hard. Maybe they could talk about it while she was here. He certainly hoped so.

Zander climbed the stairs and grabbed the kitchen door handle. The huge, Victorian style home had wrap around porches and windows that let in lots of natural light. Once he was inside, he let the door slam behind him.

"You'd better be naked!" he yelled out as he made his way through the kitchen.

"Zander," Justice called out, her voice sounding a little panicked. "In the living room."

He was about to let her know she was in the wrong spot, when he took in the tone of her voice. Damn, he hoped his sister hadn't come home early and was sitting in the living room, laughing right now.

He frowned as he came into the living room when a man he'd never seen before stood up from one of the leather chairs.

"Zander, this is Leroy Butler." Justice stood up from the couch where she'd been sitting. "He's here about a horse you're going to breed with Matchstick."

Zander crossed the room quickly and held out his hand. He and the newcomer shook. "I wasn't expecting you tonight," Zander said.

The man was grinning when he said, "Sorry. I had to go to San Marcos earlier, and I thought I'd stop by. I wanted to talk with you about Matchstick."

"I see," Zander said. "Didn't Emily set everything up?"

"She did," Leroy said, "but I've just purchased another mare, and I wanted to know if we could cut a two for one deal, or a two for one and a half. Of course she'd not ready yet, but she will be, pretty soon."

Zander laughed. "I'm sure Matchstick won't mind. He loves meeting new friends. But my sister handles the money end of everything, and she's in Galveston for a short holiday with her husband and kids. I'll have to defer to her on the costs. I just handle the actual… event."

Both men laughed, and Zander looked over at Justice, who had sat back down on the couch. "It is off season," Zander explained for her benefit. "Since most of our business takes place in January, are you sure she's ready for this?"

"Yes, she is," Leroy said. "She's a beautiful paint, black and white. I think mixing her with Matchstick will produce a wonderful colt."

"Or filly," Zander said. "I saw the photos you sent to Emily. She is a striking mare. I did want to ask, though, how you heard about him. Through one of our ads, or word of mouth?"

"He sired my neighbor's colt, Jackson."

Zander nodded. "He is a beauty. How big is he now?"

"Thirteen hands and still growing," Leroy said.

Zander nodded again. Matchstick was sixteen and a half hands, which made him large, and in high demand around the breeding stables. As much as Zander wanted to continue to talk business with this man, he had other things on his mind, and they included getting Justice naked before they went into town. He needed to push things along. "Can I take you down to the barn and introduce you to Matchstick?"

"Thank you, but I've already seen him. When do you think I can talk to Emily about money?"

Zander frowned. "I hate to interrupt her on her vacation. Why don't I try to get hold of her later tonight and see if she has a set fee for a double?"

"I'd appreciate it." The two men shook hands again before Leroy put on his hat. "I'll see myself out. Sorry to have… interrupted."

Leroy grinned and Zander cut his gaze to Justice. She was a deep shade of red. "I'll see you tomorrow, and I hope to have an answer for you." Zander made for the door. He didn't want to tell the man that he talked to his sister every night, since she called to check on Miss Agatha's condition.

Once he was gone, Zander turned to Justice. "Now, let's get you out of those clothes." He wasn't happy with her lack of enthusiasm.

"Why is Emily in Galveston when Miss Agatha is sick? She didn't say anything to me about going out of town."

"That's because she planned to cancel and Miss Agatha wouldn't let her." He started to walk toward the couch. The way she studied him made him feel a little better about the situation. She wanted him as much as he wanted her. "Aren't you going to undress for me?"

"Don't you want to know how I came to be in the house with a strange man?" She scooted toward the end of the couch, and Zander turned to follow her.

"Later. Get naked."

"He was at the front door when I pulled up," she said. "If I didn't know better, I would say he was trying to knob to see if it was unlocked."

That made Zander stop in his tracks. "You think he was trying to break in? Why did you let him in?"

"Because he seemed to know everyone. He said he was here to see you and Emily, and he called Matchstick by name. I knew you wouldn't be far behind."

"That was dangerous," Zander said, staring down at her. "You shouldn't have done that. Even if I wasn't far behind, he still could have hurt you before I got here."

"He didn't seem threatening just—I don't know, just… off."

"Hum." Zander ran his hand up and down his thigh. His cock, which had been rock hard not ten minutes earlier, was starting to stir again.

"We'll discuss your reckless behavior later," Zander said. "Right now, I want you naked."

"So you've said," Justice said, seductively. "When I'm naked, what are you going to do to me?"

"What do you want me to do to you?"

Justice spread her legs wide, and Zander's cock, which had gone from rock hard to flaccid, went rock hard again.

"Get your sweet behind in the bedroom so I can fuck your plump pussy," he said. "I won't tell you again, Justice. Go."

His little vixen didn't stand, though. She ran her hands up and down her thighs. "What if I don't? What are you going to do then, Mr. McMillian? Probably nothing. It seems to be as if you're just not into it right now, despite your words."

Zander narrowed his eyes at her. They had played this game before and it always ended with fantastic results. He let the silence drift off, the sexual heat flowing between them.

When she licked her lips, he took hold of his belt buckle and undid it. She didn't move as he slid the belt out, doing it slowly, inch by agonizing inch. When it was out, he doubled it up.

"Do as I say, Justice."

"Or you'll what, punish me?"

Zander didn't answer at first. It was purely by accident they had discovered their mutual love for spanking, mixed with a little rough sex and bondage. The first time he'd spanked her was when she had run from him. They had sex immediately afterward. Both of them had come hard.

The second time had been a few months later, and he'd just been joking around, slapping her ass while he was taking her from behind, until her plea of, "Harder, please, slap my ass harder," had spurred him on. From hand spankings, they'd moved to hairbrushes, wooden spoons, belts, riding crops and finally, a cane.

Last year for Christmas he'd given her a beautiful ivory hairbrush he'd found in an antique store. They'd only used it that one night, but the results had been perfect. They'd gone
down by the stock lake, and the sound of the brush slapping against her ass had reverberated in the December night. He still shivered when he thought about that orgasm. He hoped she did, too. He wondered if she'd brought it with her for this trip, because he'd like to try it again.

Zander's favorite way to spank her was while she played with her pretty pussy. He loved it when she came while he was spanking her. Her screams of pure, unadulterated, pleasure filled him with need, and when he took her afterward, they usually came together. During those times, Justice would murmur that he would, "Likely kill her one day. But what a way to go, through orgasm."

"I think it's time to punish you for letting a strange man in the house. That right there deserves a spanking. A big one." She didn't move, and he frowned. "I mean it, Justice."

"Obviously, you don't." She cupped her pussy and moaned. "You haven't moved toward me, which means
you're just playing."

He continued to stare at her, waiting for just the right moment.

It came when she licked her lips one more time and moved one of her hands up to her supple breasts.

She cupped it, and then moaned softly before she said, "I guess you're not serious about spanking me. I'll go cook dinner and—"

Zander didn't let her finish the sentence. He practically vaulted across the room, ready to take her over his knee and let her know exactly how ready he was to spank and fuck her.

Zander caught her so unaware that Justice was on her back before she knew what was happening. She giggled as Zander claimed her mouth, his kiss hard and demanding. Warmth spread through her, settling in her stomach and spreading south as Zander's free hand cupped her hip and kept it in place as he ground his crotch into hers. "Um, good," she whispered against his lips.

"I can't decide whether to spank you, fuck you, or do both," he said as he stared down at her.

"I like the last option," she told him before she nibbled on his lower lip. When she' finished, she licked her lips before saying, "The belt in your hand tells me you were leaning toward number one, though."

"So I was," he said, his voice deep and commanding. "Shall I order you to bare your ass, Ms. Payne? If you're getting spanked, it's a bare ass one."

"You know that's how I like it," she replied. "Unfortunately, we don't have a lot of time. We have to be in town soon to meet Miss Agatha."

As if on cue, a loud, shrill noise filled the air. It took Justice a moment to figure out it was a phone. The sound of a landline was something she hadn't heard in ages.

It rang again. Instead of getting up, Zander lowered his head to her chest, nuzzling her breasts through her clothes. "You going to get that?" she asked, dreamily, hoping his answer would be no.

"I'm going to get these," he said, his voice muffled.

Justice laughed, her body shaking with need as Zander started to move his hands up and down her sides. The right one still clasped the belt, and the feel of the buckle made her shiver. It had been several weeks since she'd had a good spanking, and she could definitely use another one.

The phone continued to ring, until finally, it broke off and Zander's mother instructed the caller to leave a message at the beep.

"Your parents still have an answering machine?" she laughed, her laughter turning into a sharp, deep groan as Zander lifted and pressed his knee against her thigh.

Instead of answering her question, he said, "Open wide."

Justice spread her legs as much as possible, desire taking over every inch of her mind and body… until Emily's voice replaced that of Mrs. McMillian.

"Zander pick up the phone. I called the barn and they said you were at the house. They also said Justice was there. If you're ignoring me to play slap and tickle, I'm going to be pissed."

"How did they know I was here?" Justice asked as Zander pushed himself into an upright position. He stood and walked toward the phone.

"One of the hands probably saw your car as you drove in." He snatched up the phone and Justice smiled at his sharp, "You've got lousy timing, sis."

She couldn't hear the other side of the conversation, but Justice listened as Zander gave a few one-syllable answers. Finally, she heard him say, "We're going down to see her tonight. They haven't called, so I'm sure things are fine. She about tore me a new one last night when I told her I was going to sit with her today instead of working."

There was a short pause before he added, "No, Miss Agatha called her to come. Okay, hold on."

He walked to her and held out the phone. "Miss Mood-Killer wants to talk to you."

"Hey, Emily," Justice said as she watched Zander cross to a chair. He sat down and spread his legs. He cupped his crotch and then he sighed heavily. It was all Justice could do to keep from bursting into laughter.

"Have you seen Miss Agatha today?" Emily asked her.

"She was sleeping, but the nurse told me she was doing fine," Justice said. "Do you know why she wants to see me?"

"No," Emily said. "I just know she told me if I didn't take my vacation she'd disinherit me. I'm sure she's going to be angry when she finds out I called mom and dad and they are cutting their trip short and will be home in a few days."

"
Oh
," Justice said, drawing the word out. "I'll just let you tell her that when you get back." They shared a laugh. "We're going down there in a few minutes," Justice said. "Is there anything you want me to tell her?"