Her Stern Rancher

By JA Lafrance

Micah Monroe had it all, or so he thought. He owned his own successful ranch, a successful lifestyle club and the knowledge to keep his life on the straight path. When things make his life go into a tailspin, he swears off pleasure provided by anyone other than himself.

Until the librarian.

Jessa Jones, quiet, curvy and a submissive that no one but the members of the club she visits know about. Wanting to become more self-aware she decides that it's time the people in town respect her. When she finally stands up to the mean girls in town, she doesn't realize that the one person she has tried to hide from is standing right behind her.

Will Micah put his year long plan to stay celibate into action, or does Jessa's submissive nature call to him?

Will Jessa submit to Her Stern Rancher?

• Language: English
• Publisher: JA Lafrance
• Release date: Jan 24, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215435939

JA Lafrance

JA resides in Northern Ontario Canada but is originally from the Capital of Ontario.She is married to her loving husband and has three beautiful children.When she is not locked in her writing cave she works with the board of education as a supply Educational Assistant.She loves watching hockey and Soccer and enjoys talking to the many people she has made friends with.She enjoys a good joke and can usually be seen with a smile on her face and a joke on her lips.

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Chapter One

Micah

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What’s your safe word, Cindy? I ask, growing impatient as I wait for the woman bent over in front of me to answer the question. It shouldn’t surprise me she is hesitant, because she plays the same game every single time that I am with her.

Cindy knows what I'm about, she doesn’t like the dominant in me but likes that my cock is so big and I have stamina to make the pleasure last. It doesn’t hurt that I have a beard lining my face and emerald green eyes that seem to entrance all the ladies, just never the ones with staying power.

I don’t have one, she moans like she is auditioning for the next adult film. Why do women think they have to sound like the female on the porn movies? It’s not sexy, nor is it a turn on when you know they force that shit.

Bullshit Cindy. This isn’t your first time with me. You know what I want. Stop acting so dumb. It’s unbecoming of you, I state, pinching the bridge of my nose. Every single time we have this discussion, by the time she remembers the word, my desire to control her is nothing more than a fight not to tell her to leave.

I hate this crap. It happens every single time.

Did you just call me stupid? she screeches, her voice turns to the sound of a screech owl looking to be seen.

Nope, I said you were acting dumb by saying you don’t have a safe word. I'm pretty sure you screamed ‘porcupine’ an hour into our fuck-fest last Friday, and I hadn’t even stuck my cock in you. I mean, you released on my tongue in the restaurant bathroom fifteen minutes after we sat down because and I quote, ‘your beard looks soft, can I feel it between my thighs.' You want me, but you can’t stand the fact that I'm a Dom. That I need to be in control of every aspect of my life, including the places I stick my dick, I state, reaching down to button up my pants. The hard-on that I had when I walked into the playroom now flat and lifeless.

Mikey, what are you doing? Why are you getting dressed? she asks, her voice laced with panic. She whines as her eyes flash with disappointment.

How pathetic is that? She hates the fact that I need control. That to control the scene brings me pleasure as I bring her the ultimate orgasm, but doesn’t want to let me be in control. Does she not realize as my submissive of choice for the moment, she is in control. By simply trusting me with the control of her pleasure, she gives me the pleasure that I seek. All she needs to say is that one little word and it all stops. Of course, I walk away as well, even so, she holds all the cards. In the grand scheme of things, her compliance to my control leaves her in control.

I'm a Dominant, but what people don’t realize is that it works two ways. I need to place my trust in my submissive and she needs to be able to trust that I am in control. I have never hurt anyone while playing. I have spanked, and used devices to leave read marks and welts on my submissive body, but nothing that can’t be fixed with a little tender care. But I haven’t had a true submissive since my ex-wife. The wife that suddenly decided being my submissive was abuse, and she wanted out.

Even with all the years she and I spent together. The many times that we completed a scene or the special times where I chose to give her pleasure by making love to her. She still focused on what the media was telling her was abuse.

Listen Cindy, I'm done with whatever you think we have here. You can try to come back, but truthfully, I find you unattractive. You wear way too much make-up and when I make you gag on my cock, it looks like I just face fucked a clown. Your boobs are nice and huge, but because they're fake, when I fuck you, it’s like placing a piece of wood between two rocks. One of these days, it’s going to make a spark and set my bed on fire, I state, trying to hold back the biggest one of them all.

But, but, she says, stumbling on her words as she tries to sit straight up.

Ignoring her and letting my thoughts rule my tongue. Your pussy, albeit juicy, isn’t something that I would tell the next guy about. You’re not as tight as you think you are, and you telling the guy that’s plowing you to fuck your tight pussy is dumb, and that’s saying something because I am a big man. So please just get dressed and leave my home.

Walking out of the room, my head hanging low. I knew this a month ago, but did nothing about it.

I think I'll stop dating until the time comes that a woman truly grabs my attention and not just for my cock. I walk into my kitchen and hit the fridge, grabbing the leftover Italian from our dinner and a beer, then walk to my dining room table and sort through my business expenses.

Running my own cattle ranch has been a dream that I’ve had for years. To actually finally be achieving that wish, and have become so large that people come from all around for my cattle and bulls. My animals run amongst the highest ranking in the region, getting people from all over the state. My studs each fetch a nice pay day for one small tube of sperm.

I can’t believe you walked away from me like that, Cindy says, coming to stand beside me, her naked thigh resting on the table.

She reaches out to grab a piece of my garlic bread and I growl. Yes, I fucking growled like a dog. You touch my food and you won’t have to worry about getting home because I’ll throw your ass home.

You need to get laid. I need money to get home. You drove and I'm assuming that you won’t be driving me back, so I called the local pickup company. You know the clean one, so I don’t have to sit in a smelly cab, she informs me and puts her hands on her hips.

I chuckle to myself and stand up, making sure that I have my eyes connected to hers and cross my arms in front of me.

All you would've had to do was ask me to take you home. I'm first and foremost a gentleman and would have gladly driven you wherever you wanted to go. However, since you are so far up in your own uppity bitch ass, I shall pay you like a common whore.

Pushing past her to head to my study to grab my wallet. I know my words hit their mark when she growls and stomps her foot.

Grabbing my wallet opening and opening it. I look at the bills I have in it and try to remember how much it is for the pickup rides from my place out, before removing a one-hundred-dollar bill. When she storms up to me and throws open my door. I know what’s coming next because my ranch hands are all just arriving, so she turns and yells, I am not a whore! then she grabs the money out of my hand.

I just gave you one hundred dollars, I state extra loudly and smirk when the ranch hands all start to chuckle.

I have some of the best ranch hands and we all like to joke around, so when one yells out, Me next, I knew it hit her because she stumbles a little.

Micah Monroe, I will make sure your reputation is ruined by the end of the month, she snapped.

Remember your threat, Cindy, because I now have witnesses that prove you threatened me, I say, chuckling to myself when she stomps her foot and storms up the driveway.

Bossman, you always have the fake ones. When are you going to find your field mouse and make her into a house mouse? my lead hand asks, a smile playing on his lips as he turns his head to the left and shrugs his shoulders.

I look over my shoulder but say nothing. I'm beginning to think that there is absolutely no female that can hack being with a cattle rancher dominant. Let’s not forget the other issue the sheer girth of my cock splits even the looses of holes.

The year off of dating is maybe just what I need. Not having to worry about pleasing a female, or planning dates. The issue of having to make sure she is always okay. For once I’d like a relationship that was fifty-fifty. I take care of her and she takes care of me, no questions, no demands, just pure love between two people.

Chapter Two

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Micah

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Okay sir, I understand. I'll make sure my main bull is all set and prepared for the extraction process. However, we still need to agree upon a price for each shot of sperm. Ponch is the highest rated prize bull in the state, there is no way that I will be giving up his future offspring without a nice settlement beforehand. Since my bull is ranked number one, I am asking for two thousand dollars per liter of sperm, I say, when the old farmer from the next county over cuts me off.

Writing down that he has requested twelve litres of sperm and that the money will be transferred into my account no later than the middle of next month. I will set up an appointment to make sure that my vet is prepared for the extraction process beforehand so that it is easier on the elderly farmer that needs this to help with his milk production.

Marking down all the correct information and making sure I marked on my calendar to call the vet two weeks before the middle of next month when I hear yelling coming from the ranch hands.

I jump up and run outside to see a police cruiser in my driveway, but he can’t get past the hands who are yelling at him to turn around and go back to the station. That is one thing that I am blessed with. Every single one of my workers is loyal to me.

GUYS! What the hell is going on here? I yell, walking toward the crowd of my workers. I haven’t done anything wrong, so I have no clue as to what brought the officer is here in the first place.

Mr. Monroe, I'm here with a warrant for solicitation of a minor, the police officer states, holding out an envelope for me to take.

What the hell are you talking about? The last female I had at my place was Cindy St. Clair. She is by no means a minor, for fuck sakes she's older than I am, I state, my voice raising as I finish the sentence.

It states that you approached Ms. St. Clair's eldest daughter who is sixteen, sir. We can either do this the hard way or the easy way your choice, the officer states, his hand going to his hip and resting on the revolver.

Boss, we told him that Cindy threatened you. He insists he is just doing his job. my lead ranch hand states, his fists gripped tightly into fists.

It’s okay, guys. Call my lawyer and have him meet me at the station. I knew Cindy was going to try something, I just didn’t think she would stoop this low. I say, pushing between the men, and walking toward the officer.

Officer, I want you to know that I hold no ill will against you, but you have been fed false information by a woman who is throwing a temper tantrum, I say, looking at my hands and listen as the door closes and the officer’s door opens.

For what it’s worth, Micah, we all know that she's lying, but she told this to her father the judge and he's demanding that we get to the bottom of this. The officer says, his eyes connecting with mine in the rear-view mirror.

Then he starts the car and drives me towards town. Nothing else is discussed during the ride, which leaves me time to stew over what is happening.

I warned her that if she pulls anything I would not be nice about what I say when people ask me what happened between us. The first people on the list of what happened will be the interrogator, and my lawyer. I'm going to request that the interview be taped and sent to the judge for proof of my innocence. He has to stop protecting