[Siren Classic: Erotic Consensual BDSM Cowboy May-December Romance, spanking, flogging, sex toys, HEA]
Country veterinarian Elise Malone has been a widow for 10 years, and she’s just fine being alone, thank you very much. Her only issue with that centers around alpaca and llama rancher Jackson McIntyre. At six-foot-two-inches, black hair, beautiful green eyes, and a body made for sin, he is the star of her fantasies. Her increasingly dark fantasies.
Out with friends at the local tavern, Elise has an epiphany in the ladies' room. One night with him wouldn’t hurt anything. Right? As long as it’s only one night.
Smokin’ hot local rancher and long-time Dominant Jackson McIntyre decides he’s given "Doc" enough time to realize how much she really needs him. He’s flirted and teased, but nothing seems to work on this woman—his woman. Deciding he needs a night out, Jackson sees her at the tavern. To his utter astonishment, Elise lets him know in no uncertain terms that she wants him. Fair enough. Let the games begin…
A Siren Erotic Romance
Forever Home (MF)
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Cover Art by Harris Channing




It had been a long, exhausting day, Jackson thought as he pulled into the parking lot at Reilly’s Tavern. Shearing llama and alpaca wool was an exacting process. They are not known for their charming dispositions, especially when they’re being manhandled by a group of humans holding loud, buzzing clippers. By the time they were finished, everyone was covered in nasty, foul-smelling llama spit. Jackson had had to use the outside shower before he could even walk into the house to get cleaned up. Oh well, they got the wool collected. Tomorrow they’d weigh it.

Parking his big truck, he looked around the lot to see who was inside. As he looked to his left, he did a double take. Elise’s truck was here! She never came to the tavern. Ever.

As he got out of the truck, he thought that maybe Lady Luck had heard his prayers and decided to smile on him after all. Walking up to the entrance, Jackson decided he was going to do whatever it took to get Elise Malone into his life. If he had to go caveman on her, so be it!

Jackson opened the door and walked into the tavern. Looking to the far side of the room, he saw his friends, but decided to go to the bar first to get a beer. Leaning against the rail, he made eye contact with the bartender, Chuck.

“Hey, Chuck. Looks like a full house tonight. Anything going on I should know about?”

“Not really, Jackson. Some interesting people though. A few that don’t come in too often.”

“Such as?” Jackson asked, though he already knew the answer.

Chuck got a sly look on his face. He knew that Jackson had it bad for the lady vet.

“Table over by the dance floor, near the wall. Three beautiful ladies. I think there’s one you might be interested in.”

“Oh, really? And just who might that be?”

“Well, turn around and have a look.”

Jackson already knew, but he played the game. Turning his head slowly to the right, he let his eyes wander. At the table, just like Chuck said, was the object of every deep, dark fantasy he’d had for the last two years. Elise—his Elise. Within 10 seconds of his looking at her, her back suddenly became ramrod straight. Turning her head to the left, she looked straight at him. Their eyes locked, neither one able to look away. He gave her a slow, feral smile and nodded. With a surprised look on her face, she quickly looked away. That’s when he knew—she felt the same way he did. Turning back to Chuck, he knew he had a shit-eating grin on his face. He took a long draw from his bottle.

Chuck looked him in the eye and told him “I think you’ve met your match with that one. She won’t be falling at your feet like every other woman you’ve been with. This one has a mind and a will as strong as yours. Are you man enough to meet that challenge?”

“Hell, yes. She’s mine. End of story.”

“Well, maybe you’d like to make a small wager—dance with her tonight. Then ask her for a date, a proper date. If she says yes, and said date actually happens, I’ll buy you the biggest steak you’ve ever seen! How ‘bout it?”

Jackson just stared at Chuck, shaking his head.

“I don’t believe you! You want to make this into a bet?”

Chuck answered jokingly, “I know how much you hate to lose. The bet is just added motivation. Are you in?”

“Why not? I do love a good steak.” Jackson glanced over at her table.

“Then it’s a bet?” Chuck asked, putting his hand out to shake on it.

With a determined look on his face, Jackson took the other man’s hand and gave a firm shake.

“It’s a bet.”




“Punishment is not something I like to do, Elise. I’d much rather give you an erotic spanking—it’s a great deal more pleasurable.”

Smack! Smack!

“For both of us! But when I saw that open garage door, I couldn’t believe a woman as intelligent as you would do something so reckless.”

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

“You will take care of getting a security system, won’t you?”

Smack! Smack!

Kicking her feet and trying to get away from his hand, Elise felt herself starting to tear up. When she’d read in her books about this, she couldn’t understand why a woman wouldn’t just fight back. Well, experiencing this, she finally understood. Even though it hurt like the devil, somehow, it seemed to have a cathartic effect. She felt a tremendous amount of stress go away. Even though he was still spanking and giving her a lecture the likes of which no one had ever dared to do before, she was getting unbelievably aroused. She could feel her pussy juice flowing like crazy. She wanted to rub up against his jean-clad leg. She desperately wanted him to rub her clit so that she could come. She tried walking her hands further out so that she could grind her mound on his leg.

“Pay attention to what I’m saying. And stop trying to hump my leg!”

Smack! Smack! Smack! An avalanche of spanks followed.

“We will discuss the other things later.”

Smack! Smack! Smack!

Elise felt something strange on her face. Tears? She never cried, unless it was about an animal! She hadn’t cried, really, since her husband had died. What was happening to her? She realized that the spanking had ended, and he was rubbing her butt cheeks the same way he had before he started spanking her.

Jackson was glad it was over. “Are you alright, Doc?” He continued to rub circles, his hand moving ever lower, sliding in between her thighs. He had smelled her increasing arousal while he was punishing her, but now he understood why she was trying so hard to rub against him. She was drenched—absolutely soaked! It would seem as though his lady enjoyed her punishment. He filed that bit of knowledge away for now.

Using his first two fingers, he slid in between her labia to reach her clit. As he began to massage it, he heard a sharp intake of breath and then a long moan.

“You like that, Doc?” he asked silkily.

“Yessss! Rub harder—please! God, I’m so close!” she begged him.

When Jackson moved his hand away, Elise whimpered.

“You forgot something, didn’t you?” He pulled her up so that she was sitting with her back against his chest. She was breathing heavily, her head bent back on his shoulder. Her nipples were hard and pointed, just begging for him to play with them. With his left arm around her waist for support, he used the thumb and index finger of his right hand to pull and twist her nipple, hard.

“I asked you a question, Elise. I expect an answer.” Tweaking her nipple even harder finally got a response.

“I forgot to say ‘Sir’. I’m sorry, Sir. I won’t forget again. I promise.”

“I’ll forgive it this one time only. Forget again, and there will be consequences. Is that clear?”

“Yes, sir.” Elise could barely think. Sitting with her legs spread wide, she could feel his enormous erection pushing up, right into her butt crack.

Feeling her movement, Jackson decided she needed to be a more active participant in her submission to him. “Use the fingers of both hands to pull your pussy lips away from your clit, Doc. I want you to spread them as far apart as they’ll go, and keep them there until I tell you otherwise. I want your clit fully exposed—and make sure you pull back the clit hood. I want no interference when I touch you.”

Elise almost came just from the commanding tone in his voice. She felt even more fluid gush out of her pussy. Her hands moved down, her fingers pulling and spreading her labia as she was told to do. She looked down and saw his tanned hand move over hers. When he began rubbing her clit slowly but firmly with his two fingers, she hissed like a cat in heat.

“Don’t talk, just enjoy. Do you feel the pressure building in your belly? I could play with you this way for hours, Doc, and you wouldn’t come. Do you know why?” he questioned, wondering if she knew the answer.

Moaning heavily, she asked the obvious. “No, sir. Why?”

Pressing his fingers harder, his hand began to move faster. “Because, Doc, your body knows its Master, and that Master has not given his permission. I am that Master, Elise. Your Master. You can feel the truth of what I’m saying, I know you can. Acknowledge my right to be your Master, and I’ll let you come.”

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