Page 104 of Ride a Cowboy

“That’s it, Sadie.” Oakley loved the way she lifted her hips in time with Joel’s rough thrusting. Oakley had never taken a woman with such strength, reserving the more aggressive sex for his male lovers. Clearly he had underestimated exactly what women could take. What they enjoyed.

Sadie seemed to crave it hard. She beat her fist against the flat surface of the table as she made her own demands. Oakley had thought himself drained after her hand job, but when Sadie lifted her legs and wrapped her ankles around Joel’s shoulders, driving her pussy harder into his friend’s face, Oakley’s cock began to stiffen again.

Joel had voiced his fear of death by sex. Oakley now understood his concern.

He rose from his place on the floor and came to the opposite end of the table from Joel, bending close to Sadie’s face. She had clearly expected him to kiss her, but Oakley had other plans. He grasped her wrists and tugged her hands above her head, caging them there.

Sadie struggled to pull them free, but he merely tightened his grip. “You’re ours,” he whispered. Joel was afraid she’d fly. Oakley shared that same fear. Somehow they had to find a way to make her stay, to make her want this.

Joel stopped moving, lifted his head curiously. Sadie groaned, unhappy at the sudden lack of stimulation below her waist. She tried to pull his face back to her pussy with those sexy legs around his shoulders, but Joel was stronger.

“You’re captured, Sadie. At our mercy. Ours,” Joel said.

Oakley had known the night of the wedding what he wanted from this relationship.

Forever.

He got a sense that Joel had finally turned that corner tonight. There was one last person to convince, but it wouldn’t be easy. Joel had compared her to a caged bird, the image conjuring up all the sexy ways they could shackle her. Maybe he’d see if he could borrow some handcuffs from his cop friend, Evan.

Sadie claimed she wasn’t interested in a relationship, but Oakley got a feeling there was something else holding her back. So far she had managed to keep them at arm’s length. Despite spending night after night inside her body, she hadn’t let them anywhere near her heart.

Sadie’s breathing had grown shallow, faster. Oakley wondered if it was her helplessness or their words driving the reaction. Was she turned on or terrified? He suspected it was both.

“You like bondage?” Oakley asked.

“I’ve never let anyone…” Her words faded. Bondage required trust. It appeared that feeling went hand in hand with love in Sadie’s world. She wouldn’t give either easily. If they could get her to trust them, perhaps the other would follow.

“Will you let us? Tie you up, blindfold you, gag you? Take you hard?”

Sadie licked her lips and swallowed heavily. Her gaze never faltered from Oakley’s. The woman had courage, he’d give her that.

“Yes,” she said at last.

Oakley smiled, her response giving him hope. She trusted them with her body. He wouldn’t give up until she relinquished her love as well.

He looked at Joel. His friend’s face was lined with desire. Like Oakley’s, his cock had sprung back to life. Joel’s erection was outlined clearly by his jeans.

Joel unhooked her legs and stood, unzipping his pants once more and running his cock along Sadie’s slit.

God…it was never enough with these two. Never enough.

“Yes,” Sadie hissed, her head spinning. She was used to Joel taking control, but this dominant side of Oakley was just as potent. It felt as if he’d looked inside her head and seen all of her deepest, darkest fantasies.

Oakley released her hands. “Don’t move them or Joel will flip you over and spank that pretty little ass of yours.”

If that was a threat, it was a weak one. She actually considered the option. Before she could test them, however, Oakley pulled off his t-shirt and ripped it in half. Joel continued to press his cock against her, the head of it caressing her from clit to anus, then back again. She tried tugging him closer with her legs once more, but the man was strong as steel. She couldn’t budge him.

Then her attention was drawn to Oakley, who lifted her head to pull the soft cotton of his shirt over her eyes. She was instantly pitched into darkness.

She hadn’t thought the loss of her sight would feel so intense or…scary.

She had agreed to Oakley’s suggestion of bondage because she suspected she’d never get this opportunity again. She had spent her entire adult life longing for this type of experience, but she’d never, not once, found someone she’d trusted enough not to hurt her.

Sadie had no doubts about Oakley and Joel. Not one. They may get rough, but they’d never crossed the line into true pain. They were able to read her expressions, to understand her cries, to give her exactly what she wanted without going too far.

She tensed up slightly before taking a deep breath, trying to relax, to play it cool.

Leave it to Oakley to watch out for her, to study her face. He knew the second she started to freak out a bit.

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