Page 162 of Ride a Cowboy

Something told her from now on, Daniel was going to be the stick. And she had very little faith anyone else would ever compare.

She tried to escape his grip, while shaking off her memories. She wanted this and she wasn’t going to waste a single second thinking about the past. “You can’t control me,” she taunted. “I’m free, remember? I can sleep with anyone I please.”

She heard the rasping of a zipper, then felt Daniel pressing her down, toward the floor. “I told you not to talk. Looks like I’ll have to fill that sweet mouth to keep you quiet.”

She dropped to her knees far too willingly for a captive. Daniel chuckled at her enthusiasm. “My beautiful slut.”

It was a strong word. Sienna began to blast him for it, starting to stand as she did so, but Daniel’s strength was irrefutable. He had the power to take whatever he desired and he proved it. With one of his hands, he cupped the back of her neck, holding her in place, while the other guided his cock to her mouth.

“What were you saying about control?” He pushed the mushroom-shaped head between her lips.

God, he was trying to provoke her on purpose, initiating a fight. She tried to rise, but he held her in place, his large palms engulfing her face as he pushed his cock deeper. She truly was captive. The fantasy gave way, mingling with reality, taking her to a place she’d never known.

She tried to shrug off the bindings at her wrists, but her cowboy knew his knots. Try as she may, she wouldn’t be released from their hold until he decided it was time.

He continued to thrust his cock into her mouth and soon her struggles for freedom turned to silent demands for more. Her pussy clenched, and she longed for the use of her hands. If only she could touch herself. Two quick strokes on her clit and she’d likely go off like a bottle rocket. She whimpered around Daniel’s thick erection—torn between how much she loved his dominance and the temptation to demand he take care of her needs first.

Every night, she’d come to his bed, desperate for his touch.

Every night, she’d become his willing slave, relinquishing every ounce of control into his very capable hands.

It was heady, addictive, overwhelming. An absolute release of power.

Her inner muscles tightened again and she cried out, the intense need painful.

Daniel didn’t give in. “Be a good girl and suck my dick, Sienna. Give me what I ask for and I’ll make sure you get what you need.”

Her brain screamed at her to bite him for being such a cocky male chauvinist pig. Her body refused. She was putty in his hands.

Soon, she became aware of how much she relied on her ability to touch during blowjobs. She’d use her fingers to help her, cupping Daniel’s balls, squeezing the base. Without them, she was forced to pay attention to her tongue, her teeth. She closed her lips tighter around him and sucked. She was rewarded by Daniel’s low groan.

“God, yeah. Just like that.” His words of praise drove her on. She pressed her tongue more firmly against the sensitive spot just beneath the head. His fingers gripped her hair, pulling until her scalp tingled with a pain that besieged her, turning into a pleasure that weaved its way down to her empty pussy. She sucked harder.

“Fuck.” Daniel’s tone told her he was close. “Not this way.”

His hands reached beneath her arms, tugging her up before he could come. Sienna started to complain. She was dying to taste him. “No. Wait?—”

He halted her with a hard, short kiss.

“You’re going to finish that blowjob later tonight. But for now, turn around.”

She complied without argument, too far gone to consider anything except the fact she needed to obey, needed his cock inside her. Now.

Daniel, the gentlest of souls with the horses and her brothers, turned into a demanding sex god in the bedroom. She never knew what he’d do next, yet she’d never experienced anything at his hands that didn’t make her toes curl with incredible delight.

He released the ties around her wrists. Sienna missed them instantly. A disappointed mewl escaped, and Daniel chuckled. “Don’t worry. Those ties are going to get plenty more use. I have plans to see you bound spread-eagle on my bed…a few times.”

She licked her lips, imagining just how much she enjoyed being at Daniel’s mercy. His hands made quick work of the snap and zipper of her jeans. He tugged the denim and her panties down, using his boot to help him tug one leg free from around her shoe. He didn’t bother to free himself or her of any more clothing.

“Hey,” she heard a male voice call from the stable. “Anybody seen Lennon?”

She giggled, nerves mingling with provocation. Daniel’s hand crept around her, covering her mouth. More moisture dampened her pussy. God. She wasn’t sure what it said about her, but she loved the way he manhandled her.

She felt the head of his cock graze her opening as he pushed her legs farther apart.

“Fuck.” He released her mouth and she felt him rooting around in the dark. She knew what was missing.

“I’m on birth control.”

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