Natalie Acres
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Cowboy Sex 7
Sex Slave
Trying to outrun a destructive relationship, Kimberly Cartwell finds passion and protection through the love and admiration of two powerful Doms. Unveiling secrets about Kimberly’s past, Wyatt Clanton and Sebastian Ketchum purchase Kimberly’s time at a lifestyle benefit auction and prepare a rigorous submissive training program, one destined for an unwelcomed interruption.
International trouble follows Kimberly to Sebastian Ketchum’s estate. Once Kimberly is abducted, Sebastian and Wyatt are determined to find her. Pooling their resources, Sebastian and Wyatt discover Kimberly and her abductor at a South Carolina exhibitionism club. Realizing there is only one way to shield Kimberly from her past, Sebastian and Wyatt plan a train trip.
During their travels, Wyatt and Sebastian learn Kimberly not only wants to serve and please, but she is also interested in extreme BDSM. As she escapes a man who nearly ruined her, Kimberly surrenders free will by placing her faith and trust in the two men who have waited years to love her.
Genre: BDSM, Ménage a Trois/Quatre, Western/Cowboys
Length: 78,418 words
SEX SLAVE
Cowboy Sex 7
Natalie Acres
MENAGE AND MORE
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SEX SLAVE
Copyright © 2013 by Natalie Acres
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SEX SLAVE
Cowboy Sex 7
NATALIE ACRES
Copyright © 2013
Chapter One
Kimberly was dick whipped. Ansley had once called her out as such and after her latest experience, she’d gladly tell her twin sister she had been right on the money.
Why else would she endure such humiliation? What other reason explained away her current predicament?
No woman would put up with this sort of thing once, much less twice. And a third incident? Within one week?
“Shame on me!” Kimberly’s muffled cry annoyed her all the more as the rubber ball grated against her tongue and prevented an outright shout.
Her present situation would leave most Doms shaking their heads in disbelief, maybe even disgust. Sexual fulfillment, which had been her first intended purpose when she had followed Jason home, lingered only as a distant memory.
She couldn’t free the ties binding her. And she damn sure couldn’t shake the dead.
Yes, she finally agreed with her family. Jason Neely was bad news. He wasn’t healthy for her. She’d known as much for half a dozen years, yet she continued to sprint down the path of destruction as if she couldn’t wait for another round of degradation.
Stretched out on Jason’s too-thin mattress, Kimberly had spent the last few hours with her hands bound and connected to a glider-type contraption down the center of the bed. Her legs were secured against two bedposts, tied with thick rope destined to leave burns.
Jason was between said legs—passed the fuck out.
She took a weighted breath and wiggled her body one way and then the other, trying to shake him from his sleep. If it weren’t for the gag in her mouth, she would’ve screamed bloody hell until the asshole awoke and untied her.
Tears drifted across her cheeks. She stared up at the ceiling and blinked away the moisture filling her eyes. She’d cried throughout the night, not because she felt sorry for herself. Oh no. Her tears hadn’t fallen because of self-pity. Anger had driven them. Rage.
One of these days, Jason would probably die exactly like this—sprawled out between a sub’s legs with a mix of whiskey and pussy on his breath, but if this last lesson had taught her anything at all she was now certain of one thing. The body beneath his would not be Kimberly Cartwell’s. After she took one for the road, she wouldn’t return for more.
Her breath caught in her chest. How demeaning, how completely humiliating would it be if she had to stay like this until someone found her?
Thanks to this experience, she’d learned what she didn’t want, what she couldn’t endure any longer. With Jason, there had always been too many what-ifs and all of them potentially pointed to an eventual outcome of pure embarrassment.
Staring down the length of her body, she studied Jason and wondered why she’d ever loved him in the first place. He was thirty years her senior. The man was self-absorbed. He portrayed himself as this powerful Dom, yet he had publicly shamed her more than once.
He’d demanded trust, not earned it. He’d expected respect, yet disrespected those closest to him.
At one time he had been an attentive Dom, or so she’d thought, but now?
Jason was snoring off a drunk and had been for the better part of four and a half hours. She glanced at the alarm clock on the bedside
table. It was almost six and the annoying buzz would awaken him soon. If not, her phone would save her.
Either way, the time approached. The moment would soon arrive. Thank God she’d thought to set the alarm on her cell as well.
In light of recent overnight stays, she had developed a plan A, B, and C. She’d spent one too many nights at Jason’s place in recent weeks, and a wake-up call suggested she had someplace she needed to be. Jason had seldom caused a fuss when she’d set the alarm in the past, but then again she’d gone to extremes this time. She rarely left his place before ten or eleven.
Past years suggested she couldn’t stand to disappoint him, but things between them were different now. Their relationship had been strained. An early wake-up call would leave him baffled, but her current predicament suggested her paranoia, and an alarm clock, were warranted.
Her mouth was dry. She’d endured a sleepless night. To make matters worse, much worse, Jason had prepped her. He’d worked her over prior to his little nap and she was still horny. Pissed, but still willing to fuck.
And why? She whined in her head. Why would she even consider a quick morning romp? Why was she lying there craving sex with a man who’d belittled her more often than not?
She strained against the restraints once more. Using the center of her body, she bounced up and down.
Jason stirred between her legs. His hair tickled her pussy lips and she used the pulleys to lift herself away from the mattress and thrust her body forward, hoping a sudden nudge on the head would finally do the trick.
Instead, he curled up on his side, threw his heavy arm over her leg, and continued snoring.
Bastard!
Kimberly eyed the nipple clamps she wore. Her nipples would be raw by the time he unclamped them, not to mention incredibly tender and sore.
She could almost hear Ansley scolding her now. Kimberly had tried to explain her relationship to her sister and their best friend, Patience, but they didn’t understand. And her parents? Oh God, her parents hated Neely. The McKays, her godparents, truly despised the man.
Perhaps they had their reasons.
Jason reached between his legs and fiddled with his cock. He moaned and flipped to his back.
Terrific. Now she had a full head of hair smashed against her damp center.
She groaned, but her barely audible expression of displeasure would go unnoticed. Again, she lifted her head away from the pillow, pulled herself from the mattress, and wiggled forward. With tremendous effort, she slammed against the top of his head and her pussy burned as his prickly hairs tickled her opening.
He sniffed, released a hard breath, and threw his arm over his head. His hand landed between her breasts. Still nothing.
About that time, her cell phone released an alarming trumpet sound. Jason stirred. He mumbled something she couldn’t quite make out and then came to an upright position, left the bed, and snatched her phone from the table.
Without looking back, he entered the bathroom, took a leak, washed his hands, and returned to the bedroom. His eyes widened as soon as he saw her.
She made an awful racket then, trying her best to curse him while she held his undivided attention. Her body shook violently. She tossed her head from side to side as she glared at him, realizing a stare down wasn’t near enough ammunition to inflict appropriate damage.
Jason dragged his large hand over his face. His disheveled dark hair looked as if someone had teased the top with a damp brush. “I’m too old for this shit.”
Naturally, this little dilemma was her fault.
“Fuck, Kimberly,” he said, loosening the headgear and removing the ball gag. “What the hell happened here last night?”
Kimberly’s mouth was dry and she could barely form words, but somehow she managed to say, “Water.”
Jason balked at that, narrowed his gaze, and said, “Please, Master?”
She could only nod.
His chestnut-colored eyes held her to challenge. He scrubbed his scraggly jaw and reached for a water bottle on the bedside table.
About that time, his alarm clock rang out with an ear-piercing sound. “Damn it!” He slapped his hand over the power button. “Do you have somewhere you need to go?”
“Yes,” she replied. “Water, Sir.”
Why she gave him the respect he didn’t deserve, she would never know. Perhaps this was Self-Loathing 101. Maybe Ansley had been right about that as well.
Somewhere deep inside, she must’ve thought she deserved this kind of treatment.
Still, in her heart of hearts, she believed this was her final visit to Jason’s bed. She needed to sever ties with Jason once and for all. The booty calls in the middle of the night only kept her bound to him.
All things considered—literally.
“Are you upset with me, sub?”
She detected the hint of mockery in his voice. She saw the light of satisfaction in his eyes. He didn’t care that she had been strapped to his bed for hours. He didn’t care about the bruises she’d later have around her wrists or that her legs would be sore for days.
He damned sure didn’t mind that she had been up for the better part of the night and faced a busy day ahead.
All Jason Neely cared about was Jason Neely.
“Answer me, sub. Are you angry with me?”
“No,” she replied, coming to a decision she’d reached many times before. This would be their last time and she wanted to make it count. She longed to leave a lasting impression, one he’d crave in the middle of the lonely nights he would soon spend.
She eyed the main reason she’d tolerated him for this long. That wide, beautiful, and often very talented cock pulsed with morning excitement.
Yes, this was it. The last fuck was about to commence. After what she’d endured, she might as well take one for the team and give the man what so many other women had told her Jason Neely deserved.
“No? You aren’t upset?” he asked, holding the plastic bottle to her lips. “Are you sure?”
“I’m sure, Sir,” she rasped, her throat as dry as sawdust. She couldn’t help but notice how he flinched with her sarcastic reference.
“Your Master apologizes,” he said, speaking about himself in third person.
“I know,” she whispered, her eyes downcast. “You just had too much to drink.”
As if consumption and improper overindulgences made everything A-OK.
“I did,” he said, tilting his head sideways and giving her this look that suggested he thought, truly believed, she would simply sweep another one of his incidences under the rug.
Not this time. She was tired of that proverbial rug.
“Tell you what,” he said, setting the bottle on the bedside table. “I’ll give you whatever you want for as long as you want today.”
He left her and reentered the small bathroom she could see from his bed. He stuck his head under the faucet and returned to bed briskly rubbing a towel over his damp locks. His look was probably one he’d practiced and rehearsed.
That jet-black hair made him look sexier in a dark, brooding way, but the way he carried himself suggested he thought of himself as superior. Yes, Jason Neely gave himself far too much credit.
Kimberly couldn’t help but blame her mother’s generation of women. Once hailed as the best fuck in town, Jason had been somewhat of a legend in the Carolinas.
Perhaps his reputation was why she’d always yearned for a closer connection, a deeper involvement. At one time, she couldn’t believe he wanted only her. Of course she was young and dumb when they’d first met.
Sadly, Kimberly had loved him. She’d loved in earnest and feared she’d never care for anyone else the way she’d once cared for him.
In spite of the relationship woes she’d endured with her family, Kimberly had always put Jason first. Even now when she tried to pretend he was nothing more than great sex, she felt that constant reminder of the love they’d once shared.
“I have to work,” she said, glancing at the clo
ck. She wanted to be rewarded for her troubles all right, but she’d only take a moment to collect her just rewards.
“You don’t want a treat?” He grabbed his cock, flexing his trunk-size arm as he fondled himself. “You’ve earned one. We both know you’ll enjoy your day more after I let you have what you came for in the first place.”
Oh, she wanted to scream! Jason gave Doms a bad name. He gave men in general a bad rep.
“Can I have anything I ask for?” She’d play along. She’d act like a man, or at least, this man. Why not hang around for a thrashing fuck?
“You know it, sub.” His sex protruded. Only Jason would become more aroused by the evidence of what had transpired—or more appropriately, what hadn’t—due to his negligence and alcohol abuse.
“I’m serious here. Can I call the shots?”
A slow smile crept across his face as he towered over her. His lips brushed past hers and he dipped his lower half. “Sure, sugar.”
She immediately turned her head, but he grabbed her jaw and held her firmly in place, forcing her to look at him. “You know I wouldn’t have passed out on purpose. I wouldn’t have deliberately missed out on this.”
“I don’t know, Jason,” she drawled, doubling down on her defiance. He didn’t like sass and he hated hearing her use his name in lieu of Sir or Master.
“Watch it, sub,” he growled, loosening the binds and freeing her wrists. His left palm landed next to her head. He pumped his body up and down, lowering his cock to her pussy yet refusing to enter her.
“Any ideas on how I can make it up to you?”
She had one or two. “I’m thinking.”
He massaged her arms. “You may have a couple of nasty bruises.”