Thursday, February 1, 2024


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A Holidays at Rawhide Ranch Story

Genre/Tropes: Ddlg second chance romance

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This is not how I expected my best friend’s wedding to go. Kidnapped, driven halfway across the country, and forced to share a room at Rawhide Ranch with the one man I’ve always wanted but never dreamed I could have.

Jacob seems determined to be the Daddy I need, and in those moments when I’m over his knee or pinned beneath him in bed, sobbing out his name, I can almost believe he could be.

It’s those in between moments where I start to doubt myself. And when it becomes clear I’m not the only one with my eye on Jacob, I wonder if there’s any hope for me and my one true Valentine.

Copyright © 2024 Rogue London

I parked the truck in the garage and took Ronnie inside to familiarize herself with my place while I got busy unloading the truck. For now, I put all of her suitcases in the guest bedroom near the closet. We’d have to figure out where to put the remainder of her things once the moving truck arrived. The rest of the place was an open floor plan with a small living room with a comfy couch, the kitchen and dining nook, and the larger family room with a stone fireplace.

I caught glimpses of her roaming and touching various things.

“What do you think of the place?” I asked after I’d finished unpacking.

“It doesn’t feel like you,” she responded.

Her response was intriguing, but before I could ask her to elaborate, she yawned and announced she was tired.

“Me too, Ronnie. I’m going to take a shower and hit the hay. Do you need anything before I do?”

“No, I don’t think so.”

“Okay, I’ll be in my room if you need anything.” I was really at odds with myself over her. She wasn’t what I’d thought I wanted but protecting and caring for her had ignited a fierce Daddy side that negated those opinions.

In the shower, I took my time lathering up, using my left hand to stroke myself.

Little did she know that the iron will I’d presented in not taking her had been one of the hardest things to do. But in the privacy of my shower, I could finally relieve the ache being with her had created.

My cock head was swollen and hot to the touch. Spanking her virgin bottom had been awesome, and giving her a first kiss, even better, but I was at that point where I couldn’t take another minute with her without getting some relief. Images of Veronica’s bouncy backside as I spanked it filled my vision. I could easily remember the sight of her puffy, slick lips inviting me to touch and sink inside her tight entrance while she made those cute mewling sounds.  

Her eyes rounded with shock, then became hooded as desire pooled and soaked my shaft. My dick grew in my palm as my body strained, chasing my release. I pumped my load under the running water and slammed my other palm against the shower wall for support. Long, ropey streams of cum shot against the ceramic tiles. I bit my lip to keep the growl contained and spilled the last drops. My body shuddered several times before I succumbed to exhaustion and sagged against the wet tiles.

The need to come must have been the only thing keeping me going, because exiting the bathroom and drying off was a monumental effort. Staying upright and staggering out of the heat and into the dimness of my room, I stood stalk still when I saw Ronnie in my bed, sound asleep, with Bananas tucked against her chest. I hesitated, and then my body decided my next move, as staying on my feet was becoming increasingly harder with each passing second.

I slid under the sheets and pulled her warm body against me and draped one arm over her tiny waist.

“Mmm,” she muttered, but didn’t wake or utter a complaint. Within seconds, I was out cold.


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Rawhide Ranch might just be the last chance at redemption either of us get...

I never thought I'd be at the center of a scandal involving one of my students.

Then again, nobody has ever gotten under my skin quite like Harmony Carrington. She's the textbook definition of a brat, which is exactly how I treated her.

And it cost me everything.

Now, somehow, we've ended up right back where we started as student and teacher. Only this time, we're at Rawhide University, where bending sassy little girls over your desk to redden their naughty bottoms isn't only allowed, it's expected.

But the more I learn about Harmony, the clearer it becomes that beneath that bratty exterior lives a lonely Little girl in desperate need of a strict, loving Daddy to heal all her broken parts...

A Daddy just like me.

Copyright © 2023 Rogue London

I pushed thoughts of her to the back of my mind as I grabbed my phone and made my way down to the pool for the first pool party of the season. The glass ceiling was still shut, but the sun blazed down, warming the area like a summer day. It had been a long week and I was looking forward to relaxing and enjoying the festivities.

This particular party was specifically for the staff and students of Rawhide University. It was meant to give everyone a break and a reset going into the last few weeks of school and the dreaded “finals week”. I told myself I was going to relax and get to know my colleagues a little better, but truth was, I was hoping to see Harmony.

It did not surprise me to see her with her new friends when I arrived at the pool. One of them was Jillian, also from New York, with a classic accent. The only thing I could see those two having in common was the Big Apple, but they seemed thick as thieves with Priscilla, the third woman in their party and a lit major at the university. 

All three looked up and smiled as I passed them. 

I nodded politely. “Hello, ladies.” 

I continued to the end of the pool deck to find a spot to relax and take in the atmosphere. I liked to scope out everything and always found myself choosing a position at one end of a room or area so that I had a good vantage point from which to observe. My spot was perfect; from there I could keep my eye on Harmony and make sure she didn’t get herself into any trouble. I found myself secretly hoping she found some kind of mischief I could call her on. I didn’t know what was wrong with me, but I kind of missed battling the little brat. She had been so good, it was almost too good to be true.

The girls were giggling, as they discussed… what? I didn’t know. I grew nervous when all three sets of eyes settled on me as they continued to jabber. What shenanigans were those brats up to? I only knew Jillian and Priscilla from my 101 class, but the Ranch inhabitants were known for pranks and naughtiness, and I wouldn’t be surprised if they were planning something. I just hoped I wasn’t the target.

Thankfully, I didn’t have long to contemplate their discussion. Harmony broke away from the trio and poured two glasses of lemonade at the bar. She waltzed toward me, looking too sexy for her own good in her barely-there bikini.

She wasn’t tall, but the wedges she wore on her feet made her already long legs look longer than usual. And as she made her way toward me, her strut caught the attention of every person around the pool, and I felt a sudden need to cover her.


My inner Neanderthal screamed and beat his chest, but outwardly all I could do was watch and wait. I ground my teeth the moment she noticed all eyes on her and added more sway to her hips. The front of her looked divine and I could only imagine how her fleshy globes jiggled as she walked.

Damn woman!

I needed to claim her and lay down the law before someone else scooped her up. I’d shared my observations regarding Harmony with Derek and Sadie last night over cocktails.

“‘I heard she’s a total brat,’” Sadie had said.

“‘Like another I know,’” Derek responded, lifting a brow.

Sadie blushed.

“‘It sounds like you are on the cusp of making her yours?’”

Derek’s face gave nothing away about his thoughts regarding a match between Harmony and me.

“‘Would it be a bad thing if I did?’”

“On the contrary, I think she would tick off all of your boxes.”

Sadie nodded her head sagely in agreement with Derek’s answer.

After saying goodnight, I’d taken the long way home. The walk in the chilled spring air was welcome as I worked through my feelings for Harmony.

“Hi. I thought you might like some lemonade.”

She smiled and my heart clenched in my chest. She was getting under my skin way too fast, and if I didn’t get some semblance of control over myself, she was going to gain the upper hand, and that wouldn’t be good for anyone.

“I would. Thank you.  You seem to have gotten a lot of attention as you walked over here. Are you looking for more attention, little girl?” I was reaching up to accept the glass from her when a blush appeared on her chest, quickly spreading up her neck and across her cheeks.

“Maybe it’s my bathing suit. Do you like it?”

She took a step back and turned in a circle, giving me a three-hundred-and-sixty-degree view of her body. My cock stirred and I relaxed back in my chair. Was she trying to make me jealous? If she was, I was about to play right into her hand.

“You look amazing. You and I both know it, as does every other person sitting on this pool deck.  I think you should change.”

Her eyes narrowed at me. “Is that right?”

All eyes around the pool were on us. News had traveled fast through the school about Harmony’s first day, and I was sure the looky-loos were waiting for her to become unhinged and lose her shit again.

“Well, too bad, Gray. You don’t get a say in what I wear.”

“It’s Mister Remington to you, young lady. But you’re right, I don’t have any say, yet.”

“Yet? What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You know what it means. You’re teasing me. You have been since New York, and instead of approaching things maturely, you feel the need to flaunt around almost naked to get my attention. Well congratulations, you’ve got it.”

“How dare you? You know nothing about me, Mr. Gray Remington!” She was shouting, and before I could ask her to calm down and invite her to talk privately, she tossed the lemonade in my face.

I was well aware of the collective hush from the witnesses around the pool. I calmly stood up and took the other glass from her hand, placing it on the table by my lounger.

“It’s time for a lesson. You can either follow me inside, or I will toss you over my shoulder and carry you there, your choice.” I growled low enough for only her to hear.


Rogue London is a Canadian author who writes steamy, suspenseful romances featuring alpha men with a soft spot for the women they inevitably fall for.

Rogue's imagination is limitless when it comes to exploring the power exchange dynamic in her stories. Her heroines are often sassy, strong women and submissive for the right Dom, Daddy, or Master and include a Happily Ever After.

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