Tie Me Down: Arizona Heat Book 1

by Douglas, Katie

  “Again!” she demanded.

  I shook my head. “You’re gonna learn that I’m in charge around here, missy, and you don’t get a say in how much or how often I choose to spank you.”

  Instead of inspiring an argument, my words made her gasp. I swatted her ass a second time and the sound she made turned into another moan that made my dick ache to be inside her.

  This wasn’t a punishment, and I didn’t truly intend it to be. We had no agreement between us and consent was very important to me. This was foreplay.

  I covered her ass in a smattering of swats, noticing the way her face got flushed and her breathing grew heavy as I kept going. Her butt was barely pink when I paused and swiped my hand between her legs, savoring the squeak she made as my fingers brushed her clit, where dew had collected. This was a good place to stop. She was gagging for it. I was ready to explode. And she was pregnant so I didn’t want to spank her too much, just in case.

  “You ready for my cock?” I asked, struggling to put words together and real glad I always kept a condom in my back pocket. I unzipped my pants and reached for the Trojan.

  “Yes. But only if you’re ready for my pussy,” she teased. I smiled as I ripped the foil and rolled latex over my steely cock.

  “I think I can handle it,” I replied, positioning the tip at her entrance and swiping my fingers over her clit again.

  “Good. Because it needs a firm hand. It’s very wayward and needs to be taught a thing or two,” she breathed. Oh, God, she was killing me all over again. I’d hit the jackpot. Not only had she wanted me to spank her, she was pushing me for more. If she wasn’t pregnant I’d go get a riding crop and turn her butt and thighs pink.

  Instead, I slid into her gently, taking my cues from her as I seated myself fully. Going in slowly was torture. Her hot, tight, wet pussy twitched around me, urging me to go into a rutting frenzy, and it took all my self-control to take her carefully.

  When my balls touched her skin, I stilled for a moment, savoring the deepness.

  “Please fuck me,” she whined, twerking a little against me. It was too hard to resist, especially when she didn’t seem to want me to take my time, so I slid out then thrust back in again, harder, before fucking her at a steady pace. I’d been pounding into her for a minute or two when I decided to swat her ass again.

  “What was that for?” she asked in genuine surprise.

  “I felt like it.” I grinned to myself as her pussy clenched around me. Oh yeah, she liked it hard and dirty. I’d been preoccupied with spanking her and getting inside her, but now I noticed her dark blonde hair was swinging freely down her back and crying out to be pulled. I fisted a big handful and tugged, making her head move a little and her mouth fall open into an ‘O’. Which, co-incidentally, mirrored the sound she was making.

  “You like that, don’t you, Alana?” I growled, my cock swelling inside her every time her pussy spasmed.

  “Yes.”

  “Say it. Say you like being my naughty little slut.” After I’d said it I worried I might have gone too far, but she immediately put me to rights about that.

  “I do! Oh God, I like being your naughty little slut, Lawson!” she cried out.

  “Ask me to fuck you harder.”

  She hesitated for a moment and I sensed her inner good-girl was warring with what she wanted. “Please, Lawson, fuck me harder.”

  “Beg me.”

  “Nnnnghhhhh... p-p-please, Lawson, please fuck me harder, sir.”

  It wasn’t my usual scene, but when she called me ‘sir’ I nearly came on the spot.

  “You got it,” I replied, pounding into her and pulling on her hair at the same time. Her pussy had gotten tighter around me and I knew she was almost there.

  I swatted her ass once more with my free hand, then fucked her hard and fast.

  “Come for me,” I ordered her, knowing she was about to anyway.

  “Ohhh... Goddd... ohhh...” she couldn’t form a sentence as she began to come apart around me. Her pussy clamped down painfully on my cock and held me deep inside her, milking me as my own explosion happened at the same time as hers. I growled deeply as I shot my load and continued fucking her, drawing out every last bit of her orgasm.

  Afterwards, I released her hair, slid out of her, ditched the condom, scooped her up and carried her to the couch where I held her on my lap.

  “Such a sweet girl,” I murmured, rocking her gently. “How do you feel?”

  “Like I had sex for the first time in my life,” she replied.

  I chuckled. “Still want those cookies?”

  She nodded. I left her on the couch for a moment and put two cookies on a plate, accompanying them with a big glass of water. I thought milk would be going too far and I didn’t want things to get weird between us. It was already surreal that she’d let me spank her when we’d never even talked about what either of us was into before that moment.

  When I returned, she took a cookie eagerly and bit into it.

  “Soft and crunchy. Perfect.” The words were slightly garbled through a big mouthful of cookie but I understood her anyway.

  After, she rested her head on my lap and went to sleep while I gently rubbed her back, wondering what I’d done right lately to deserve such an incredible gift as the perfect woman.

  Chapter 6

  Alana

  The whole weekend was amazing. We ate homemade cookies, watched old movies, talked, and discovered we had virtually nothing in common, but neither of us cared because we were both willing to try new things.

  Sunday night, things got real. I felt sick because I knew I’d only been invited to stay for the weekend and that meant I had to move on the next day. It wasn’t like he’d let me couchsurf—fine, guestroom surf—indefinitely. But the weekend had flown past and now reality was biting my ass way harder than he’d spanked me. I had to find a new place to live. Get a job—and I was painfully aware of my low chance of success when I was obviously pregnant. Most of all, I needed to start a new life so my baby had a fresh and happy world to be born into. That had to be my priority, no matter how much I liked the cowboy of Casa Nova.

  I giggled to myself as I remembered that moment when he’d introduced his house as ‘Casa Nova’ so proudly. I wondered if he’d ever said it to someone from Mexico. If I lived down here, I’d drive over the border at weekends just to explore. Mexico sounded way more fun than Vancouver, which was the only real weekend getaway in driving distance from Seattle. Rainy much?

  I had to stop doing this. I was already imagining a life here, with him, even though I knew better than to expect anything to work out. Sure, he was nice enough now, but what would he be like in a few months’ time when I had a screaming baby to take care of and couldn’t give Lawson my undivided attention anymore?

  That evening at dinner, I retreated into myself, trying not to encourage him anymore. It had all been so easy and natural—bantering, flirting, joking around together. Distancing myself was going to be hard, and it was already making my heart ache, but I was certain it was the right thing for both of us.

  * * *

  Lawson

  I didn’t understand it. In the afternoon we’d been playful and now she was barely answering my questions with single-word sentences. And if I hadn’t seen her eat half a tub at breakfast, I’d say she hated coleslaw. She kept glaring at the side dish and not touching it, and I didn’t understand the cause for this sudden change of heart after we’d been getting along so well.

  “You okay, Alana?” I finally asked.

  “Sure.” Her noncommittal shrug was the last straw.

  Fine. Two could play at this game. I got up and growled into her ear, “You know what happens to bad girls who lie? They get put over my knee and spanked.”

  She pressed her lips together and squeezed her eyes shut, and then I knew there was something up with her.

  “C’mon, sweetheart, Lawson’s not a mind-reader,” I prompted.

  “I have to leave, tomorrow.” She
spoke in such a small voice I almost missed it.

  “Leave? Why?” If she’d gotten a call from the jerk who had hurt her so bad, telling her to go back to him, I would put my foot down in her own best interests. I hoped she’d be more sensible than to ever listen to him again, but what other reason could she have to leave?

  “You said I could stay for the weekend,” she said.

  I waited for this to make some sort of sense, and when it didn’t, I tried to put a question together but I was lost for words. “And?” I finally asked.

  “And it’s Sunday evening. So I’ll... I mean, I don’t want to be any trouble and let’s be fair, there’s only so long I can impose on your hospitality.”

  “Why is there?”

  “Because I need to start a life in time for this baby! It’s not getting any smaller!”

  I sighed. Maybe I should have been clearer from the outset but I hadn’t wanted to scare her off. “When I said you could stay for the weekend, I wasn’t implying I wanted you gone by Monday. I’d be happy for you to stay longer.”

  “But I need to sort things out long-term.”

  “And why will you be better-placed to do that from your car than from my fine ranch? Do you hate my house or something?”

  Now it was her turn to put herself out there. “No. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to imply anything. I just don’t want to get in the way and I’m not exactly a prize right now.”

  That did it. I leaned in and kissed her, gently, letting her retreat if she needed to. When she didn’t, I threw caution to the wind. My fingers tangled in her hair and I pulled on it gently, savoring the little moans she made as my lips crushed against hers, the way our teeth clinked as my tongue invaded her mouth and explored her, demanding she give herself over to the moment and submit to me.

  “Honey, you’re every gold medal they ever gave out,” I murmured when we broke apart. Her eyes were hooded and her breath was coming in gasps. “Finish your dinner, and don’t you dare make any travel arrangements. You’re staying right where you are until you got a good place else to be.”

  “Okay.” She sounded stunned. I didn’t blame her. That kiss was electric and eating dinner was going to be a challenge because my body craved fulfilment.

  * * *

  Alana

  I needed a new pair of panties after he kissed me. Mine were soaked. Sharing a house with a hot cowboy like Lawson made everyday activities difficult because I just wanted him to pin me down and fuck me at every available moment.

  My mind was so wrapped up with contemplating all the depraved things I wanted him to do to me that eating was a challenge. Again. It seemed like we were falling into a pattern where we were both trying really hard to get on with our ordinary, day-to-day life, but we were so distracted by each other that it was impossible to focus on anything else.

  I was halfway through my delicious, home-cooked food when I suddenly got lost in the memory of when Lawson had fucked me against the kitchen wall.

  I moaned softly and immediately realized I’d done it out loud. My cheeks flushed and I glanced over at him to see if he’d noticed. His brown eyes were burrowing into my soul. I scooped up another forkful of potato and tried to eat it.

  “Screw dinner,” he declared. “We’re skipping ahead to dessert.” He pushed his chair back, walked over to me, lifted me out of my seat and carried me upstairs to his room. He placed me down on the bed and I held up the fork, which was still in my hand.

  “What should I do with this?” I asked.

  “Nightstand.” His reply was clipped as he was unfastening his belt and getting out of his pants. I lay on my side, my nipples hardening under my tank top, and I felt liquid pooling in my panties.

  “Where do you want me?” I asked.

  “Get on your hands and knees, please. Do you trust me?”

  The question sent a shock of heat to my clit, because no one ever asked that unless they followed it up with something seriously sexy.

  “Yes,” I replied.

  “I’m going to blindfold you. You’re not allowed to peek.”

  Oh my God. I’d always wanted to try sex with a blindfold. He pulled one out from the top drawer of his nightstand. It was black satin, with little ruffles around the edges, and long, soft-looking ribbons to tie it with. My pulse skyrocketed.

  He placed it over my face and I immediately felt a thousand times naughtier. As he tied the ribbon, I knew whatever happened next was down to him. I was dependent on him to keep me safe and not break my trust. And although it was thrilling, I wasn’t afraid.

  “What d’you say if you need me to stop?” he prompted.

  “Red,” I replied. My voice was thick with arousal.

  “Good girl.”

  I felt something cold, possibly wood or plastic, touching my back. Before I had much time to wonder what it was, Lawson rolled it down my body, and I realized it was one of those massage rollers. It had little rounded studs sticking out of it, which felt so good when they pressed into my skin.

  He worked it across my neck and shoulders, down to my lower back, before he placed it on my left butt cheek. For some reason, the sensation was so sweet and gentle that I found myself craving a good hard whack to my butt. Except I wasn’t in control. Even though nothing was stopping me speaking, the presence of the blindfold made me think twice before asking him to do something I wanted. It was a constant reminder that he was in charge, right now.

  “Reach back and hold your cheeks apart,” he urged me.

  Balancing on my chest and shoulders, I grabbed my cheeks and spread them for him.

  “That’s it. You ever had anal sex, before?”

  “Does three seconds of, ‘OWW OWWW GET IT OUT, GET IT OUT!!’ count?”

  “Probably not.”

  “Then no.”

  “We’ll start slow. And you tell me if you need me to stop.”

  “Okay.” I was more than a little uncertain about this, but I knew if it was too hard, he wouldn’t force me.

  I heard the pop of a plastic cap opening, and a moment later, it snapped closed again. I strained my ears as if they’d see what was going on, but there were no further sounds to tell me what he was planning to put in my ass.

  I felt cold liquid first. It coated something solid that pressed against my opening, which surprised me by yielding almost straight away.

  “That’s it. Just relax and let me take care of it,” he cooed.

  “What is it?” I asked.

  “A small steel butt plug with a sexy purple jewel in the base. It’s going to look incredible in your ass.”

  The plug got wider until I could feel my opening working hard to stretch around it. This was a small butt plug? I wasn’t sure I wanted to know if they came any bigger. All the same, the sensation of being very stretched began to fade into the background as a new feeling took over.

  The nerve endings just inside my butt began to glow and tingle. They lit up in way that made me gasp for air as my pussy clenched around nothing. My nipples were already very sensitive from being pregnant, but now they ground into the mattress filling my body with pleasure bordering on agony.

  Butt stuff had never felt so good.

  “Almost there. You’re doing really well,” Lawson encouraged. I burbled into the bed, but I wasn’t trying to say anything—only making sounds that expressed the sensations coursing through my nerve endings.

  The plug reached a sort of tipping point, then it got narrower and was quickly swallowed by my now-stretched ass. Once it had found its place inside me, my ass tingled with little sparks of arousal. Lawson flicked the base with his hand and I moaned.

  “You like that? You love your bottom being filled with my steel plug, don’t you?”

  I mewled like a kitten craving milk and wiggled my hips a little, feeling the hard, unyielding plug pressing deep inside me.

  “Please...” I whispered, but the rest of the sentence stuck in my throat.

  “Tell me what you want,” he insisted. Out of all the
things I might have wanted, there was only one thing I’d fixated on.

  “Please fuck my pussy,” I breathed, my cheeks flushing as I spoke the naughty words.

  “Oh, baby, I’m going to fill both your holes,” he drawled, and I whimpered in a mix of delight and nerves. I wanted him inside me so bad, but would he fit while that hard steel plug was in my ass?

  I didn’t know, but I trusted him not to hurt me. Except in a sexy way.

  “Stay where you are,” he told me. A moment later, I felt his cock pressing against my pussy and I held my breath, wishing I could see him enter me from behind.

  His finger swirled against my clit and I squeaked in surprise as delicious glimmers of heat spread from my hungry nub through the rest of my core. His cock entered me in a quick movement and suddenly I was more filled than I’d ever been in my life. My ass was stretched around the steel plug and my pussy was even tighter around his cock. His finger on my clit transformed the tight stretching sensation into roiling tingles as my muscles gently contracted and relaxed.

  “That’s it, sweet one, let me fill you completely,” he encouraged. When I was writhing and moaning into the bedsheet, he began moving his cock, slowly pulling out almost all the way before sliding back in again. The plug wiggled a little in my ass as his cock stroked it through the thin membrane separating them. When he was fully seated, some part of him pressed against the jewel at the base of the plug, forcing it deeper into me for a moment before it was released again when he began sliding back out once more.

  The movements alone were sending me spiraling toward a chasm I thought I’d known in the past, but now as I gazed into the depths of feeling I realized I’d barely tiptoed around the edges in the past. Something in my ass fizzed and glowed as my rear passage clamped down on the thick plug. My pussy was rhythmically moving at its own pace as it contracted around his cock.

  My eyes fluttered open for a moment and the darkness of the blindfold was all I saw.