His Golden Touch [Gold Rush 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) by Tish Domenick Page A

anxious to get home as ranches had extra chores this time of year. Hannah was anxious to figure out what route her life would take, and Lou Ann, her main assistant, had her mind on her wedding and could not control the little tykes’ rambunctiousness.
    With a sigh of relief when everyone had gone, Hannah brought Addy in from the pasture behind the school and hitched her to the buggy. “Now, girl, you run like the wind through the woods this afternoon, hear?” She climbed aboard and slapped the reins. Though a bit skittish, Addy did gallop through the wooded area and deposited her charge home safely.
    Hannah ran into the house and collapsed on a parlor chair. The tenseness of the day gradually left her as she recalled what had happened in this chair last night. The now familiar need in her body ignited her desire, but the men would not return from the range for hours. Where had they put that dildo? She had grown to like the sensations it caused when she’d worn it all day. With renewed energy, she skipped upstairs and found the thing in a bedside drawer wrapped in cotton.
    She washed it in the kitchen and inserted it. Immediately, her whole body came alive. Nerve endings tingled and her nipples hardened into pert peaks. When the men came home, she’d be ready for anything.
    She’d been shamefully negligent of her new employees. She walked to the Vance cottage and spent the next hours assisting with dinner preparations. A few minutes before four, she returned home to change her clothes. In her bedroom, clad in bandeau and bloomers and gartered stockings, she contemplated her wardrobe. These fragile dresses would be useless in San Francisco. If she went, she’d pan riverbeds with the men or wield a pickax or whatever they decided to do to discover gold. She ran a hand over the few items of clothing Wade had brought over from the bunkhouse. Maybe she could wear britches and leave off all the petticoats and voluminous skirts. She caught Rocco’s eye in the wardrobe mirror and smiled at the thought of wearing men’s clothes.
    “Is that happy expression because you’re imagining my cock inside you?”
    She turned from the wardrobe to face Rocco. “It is now.” She laughed and fell into his arms.
    He ran his hands over her and found the dildo. “Oh ho, you like that kind of fucking.”
    “I like all kinds, but yes, I think I have more nerve endings back there and seem to want it all the time.”
    He threw a pillow on the edge of the bed, bent her forward, and pushed her head down on it. A ripping sound startled her until her bloomers flew onto the pillow next to her. The dildo was removed and a cool sensation of the cream was applied. He entered her without ceremony and spanked her with no mercy as he fucked her up the ass. “You have got to learn to behave or I will have to spank you until you learn.”
    “Sorry, Master. What did I do to displease you?”
    “You were bad this morning, using your body to tempt the sheriff. Am I going to have to whip your ass many times before you learn your lesson?”
    “Oh, yes, I think so. I am very sorry.”
    He spanked her hard. “You are sorry, who?”
    “I am sorry, Master.”
    “Am I going to have to slam into you hard like this”—he shoved—“and this?” He shoved again.
    “Yes, yes, over and over again. I am too bad to learn easily, Master.”
    He stopped spanking her and slipped his hands under her bandeau to pinch her nipples. “Am I going to have to bruise these breasts you tempt men with?”
    “Oh, yes, please. I need to be bruised for the thoughts I’ve been thinking.”
    He left her nipples and inserted fingers into her pussy and rubbed her clit. “I think I may have to bite this later before you learn.” He struck a rhythm with fingers and cock until she screamed her release. Then he took his own. He collapsed on top of her and vaulted onto the bed, dragging her up with him. He sucked on her nipples for several seconds then knelt between her legs to