Page 168 of Ride a Cowboy

Taking the scarf he’d given her from his neck, he used it to bind her hands together and then to his bed. Sienna didn’t fight him as she had in the tack room. This wasn’t a capture. This was a claiming, pure and simple. And she was his warm, willing slave.

Despite her desire to be bound, Sienna couldn’t resist testing the waters. She tugged against the scarf, but it didn’t give.

“This is what happens when you play with a rodeo cowboy,” he taunted. “Knots are my specialty.” Reaching down, he stripped off her tiny thong, tossing it aside.

She swallowed heavily, but her face didn’t show fear. Instead, it was the picture of unbridled lust. “Take off your clothes.”

He shook his head. There was something heady, something hot about having Sienna bound, naked in his bed while he remained fully clothed. “I realize old habits die hard, but you always tend to forget—you’re not calling the shots, Sienna. I am.”

She licked her lips. “Then call them faster. I’m dying here.”

He chuckled at her breathless demand. She may accept his commands in the bedroom, but she’d never truly be ruled by any man. She was too strong, too opinionated. Hell, she had too much Compton blood running through her veins. Daniel recalled Sawyer’s story, considered how Seth had captured his own dark-haired bride this way. How much was Sienna like her mother?

Daniel reached toward the nightstand, Sienna’s gaze following his hand. If she’d seen the small wrapped package there when she entered his room, she didn’t mention it.

He glanced at her bound hands and gave her a rueful grin. “Looks like I’ll have to open this gift for you.”

Her eyes took in his progress, widening when he removed the lid and revealed the vibrator inside.

The tips of her lips lifted in a crooked grin. “I already have one of those. I was pretty happy to replace it with you.”

He removed the vibrator from the box. He’d taken it from its original packaging and washed it earlier in the day. He knew himself well enough to know he’d never have the patience for that simple act tonight. He’d been correct.

Daniel grabbed lube from his nightstand. “This isn’t a replacement,” he explained as he knelt between her outspread legs. “It’s an addition.”

She blinked rapidly, her brow creasing with curiosity. He didn’t bother to say more. Actions spoke louder anyway.

He squeezed a healthy dollop of lube on his finger and pressed it to her anus. Sienna gasped. They’d toyed with anal play since the very first night, but Daniel had never extended the exploration beyond a single digit. Tonight, they were going to expand on that.

He worked the lube into her tight opening. Removing his finger, he placed the nozzle of the lube against her ass, adding even more sticky gel. This time, it wasn’t one finger entering her, it was two.

Sienna groaned softly, a perfect mixture of pleasure and pain. He’d grown accustomed to all her sex sounds. He knew when she needed a break…and when she wanted more. Her hips rose from the mattress, urging him to go deeper.

He accepted the invitation and pushed his fingers inside her…repeatedly.

When he decided she was ready, he removed them. Spreading lube on the vibrator, he slowly worked it into her ass. It was thicker than his two fingers and definitely longer. Even so, it was much smaller than his cock. They’d add that adventure another time.

Tonight he had a different plan. Once the vibrator was fully lodged inside, he turned it on its slowest speed. Sienna’s hips jerked, her hands suddenly fighting against her bondage in earnest.

“God, Daniel. So good.” Then she added, “Not enough.”

She continued to thrash, her body seeking the extra stimulus it needed. While the vibrator got her motor revving, it wasn’t kicking her into overdrive. He let the pressure build, forced himself to count to ten, then twenty as her back arched and she yelled her wicked demands.

“Fuck me. Oh God. Hurts so much. Need…”

Her face flushed with exertion as a thin sheen of sweat covered her creamy skin. He recalled how frozen she’d seemed when he’d first arrived. He had to admit there was nothing more beautiful than watching Sienna’s sexual thaw.

Soon her cries dissolved to one word. Just one. “Please.”

He opened his pants, shoving them to his knees. It was all he had time for. Once again, he’d thrown himself on his own knife. He’d planned to drive Sienna wild, but he’d taken himself down as well.

He shoved his cock into her wet pussy with a thrust that was almost brutal in its intensity. He needed her too fucking bad. The vibrator in her ass had him clenching his teeth, praying not to come.

Too much. With her, it was always too much. Too incredible.

Sienna grunted at his rough entry, but offered no complaint. Her gaze pierced his. “Please,” she repeated.

He was a goner. Fuck it. Reaching down, he cranked the vibrator up, skipping the middle speed, shooting it straight to high.

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