Natalie Acres

by Sex Slave [Cowboy Sex 7]

  “You don’t say?”

  “What’s that?”

  She shook off the need to be a true bitch. Besides, if his prediction materialized, he would probably hear from Daddy Kane and Joshua McKay, the two men who hated Jason worse than drama, even though they owned a knack for causing a bit where Jason was concerned.

  “I hope I don’t have bruises,” she said, pushing him aside and sliding down the bed to untie her legs.

  “Look at it this way,” he began, ready to defend and excuse his behavior. “You’re properly stretched. Those legs of yours may feel like elastic now, but you’ll thank me later.”

  “But of course I will,” she said, wondering if she could even stomach one last ride for the cause.

  “You didn’t wake me. If anything I should punish you for that.”

  “I tried.”

  “Yeah? Well you didn’t succeed and failure results in punishment.”

  Kimberly’s anger reared its ugly head. She slapped her hand against the mattress and said, “You know what, Jason, I’ve had a long night. I need to run on home, shower, and get ready for the day ahead. I wish I had time to finish what we started, but you know what they say, ‘you snooze, you lose,’ and well, you had a really long nap at my expense.”

  She rose from the bed, but didn’t escape. He leapt from the mattress and stood before her with a haunted expression, one she’d seen several times before. He suspected. Oh yes, he had a pretty good idea what his peaceful slumber may have cost him.

  “You make time for me, sub,” he said, though his voice inflection didn’t suggest his dominance.

  “I used to. That’s true,” she said, eyeing the tangled sheets.

  “You know you want it,” he said, fumbling with his erection. At the same time, he jerked back the comforter and retrieved a vibrator, one of her very favorite toys.

  Wearing a wicked smile he’d likely label as adorable, he pressed the power button and the gadget sprang into action. “Come here, baby.”

  Kimberly swallowed the lump in her throat. Her pussy quivered. Her dry lips moistened.

  He reached for her with his free hand while lowering his other arm. Kimberly took a deep breath and reminded herself of the promise she’d made while he’d been napping.

  The forthcoming romp was her last good-bye.

  Chapter Two

  An hour later, Kimberly writhed under his hand. The vibrator she’d wanted so much was now like a demon, a wretched device used to prolong the inevitable.

  Sprawled between her legs, Jason manipulated her clit as the toy danced inside her folds, right beyond her pussy lips. Occasionally, he’d lower his mouth to her body and trace the outer rim of her ass, lightly tonguing the forbidden entrance until her hips flew off the bed and her breathless whispers left her begging for fulfillment.

  By the time he hovered over her, the only thing she could think of was a quick fuck and a final farewell. She was tired of his games, and exhausted with the way he used sex to keep her crawling back to his bed.

  Surely someone else out there could satisfy her more. Maybe she would even find someone who would appreciate and respect her.

  He used his knees to part her legs. Discarding the dildo, he sheathed himself with a condom and doused his long, meaty shaft in lube.

  “Such a sweet and patient sub,” he crooned, slapping her pussy with three fingers.

  “Please me,” she whispered, standing solid on her decision. She’d never look back once she left his bed. She only failed to stand behind her past promises because previous decisions had been coerced by family members.

  This decision was hers. The leaving time had arrived.

  “Please you?” He laughed. “Ah, doll, you’re here to please me. Let’s not forget the truest reasons why you’re loyal to your duty of serving me.”

  He lowered himself then, and his cock parted her folds. The hot lust she normally felt wasn’t there. The burning desire he once stirred within her had all but disintegrated, but she still fully intended to use him, fuck him.

  His palms landed on either side of her head as he worked his cock inside her pussy like an old wrench tightening on a new socket. “Ah, you feel so good.”

  “Hmm,” she whispered, turning her head and thinking of another, someone she’d seen several times at Clink, the club she and Ansley owned with Patience.

  She couldn’t remember his name, but he was so fucking fine. He always wore dark denim jeans, a button-down shirt, and a cowboy hat.

  How he dressed wasn’t the best part. It was how he watched her and how their eyes often met when they were enjoying one of the sideshows provided by an exhibitionist frequenting Clink.

  “Fuck me,” she rasped, her pussy clenching as she imagined the tall, nameless cowboy she’d come to fantasize about in recent weeks.

  “Your wish, but on my command,” Jason said, raring back and plowing forward.

  “Ah, power,” she breathed, realizing she’d slipped as she contemplated the end, how she planned to leave him, how her final good-bye would soon be upon them.

  “That’s what you want, sub?” Jason asked, thumping inside her dampening pussy. “You want power?”

  “Hmm, yes,” she whispered, locking her legs behind his back. “And strength.”

  He chuckled. “I alone give you strength, sub. Milk this cock, babe. You know what to do. Ah, honey. That’s my girl. You know who empowers you. I give you everything you need.”

  He hammered inside her as that lustful expression hung heavy in his drooping eyes. Beads of sweat peppered his furrowed brow as he pushed the weight of his masculine flesh deep inside her womb.

  Kimberly closed her eyes and continued fantasizing about the nameless cowboy, one of the new sightseers—a nickname Ansley had given patrons who often visited the club but never arrived or left with a woman on their arms.

  Her pussy tingled as she remembered the last time she and the sightseer had spoken. Only a few sentences had been exchanged, but what they hadn’t spoken in words had more than been swapped in heated glances and body language.

  Jason hooked his arm around her neck and worked harder for his release. He delivered sharp blows, damning strikes against that one-of-a-kind special spot. Only she wasn’t thinking about Jason now. She was imagining the stranger pulsing inside her, stroking her toward an explosive finish.

  The sightseer had a gruff, masculine voice, a throaty rasp in his tone. And those eyes of his looked like melted chocolate with a dash of honey. Hmm. He was fine with a capital F.

  “Look at me,” Jason demanded, grabbing her chin and forcing her away from her daydreams.

  Kimberly threw her weight forward and grabbed hold of his shoulders, determined to lose herself in an imagined moment. She would not let Jason strip her of this building pleasure.

  “I said watch me, sub!” he screamed.

  She shook her head as her orgasm spun through her body. Her nipples spiked as the excitement of fantasizing about another took hold and left her bucking against the body fucking her.

  “Oh! Oh!” She clamped down on her bottom lip, determined to bite back any further hint of complete satisfaction. Squeezing her eyes closed, she pictured the stranger while recalling another fellow, too. He was a man she’d seen at several clubs, a hunk of a man who had once shown her considerable interest as well.

  Her pussy clenched with excitement. Her mind nearly went into spasms as she imagined two men, a couple of real handsome Doms, fucking her like crazy.

  Why now? Why, when she’d been introduced to countless dominant men, was she only beginning to imagine the pleasure she might one day find in another?

  Jason pumped his heavy cock between her saturated folds, muttering his disappointment when she wouldn’t comply. Then, as if he had come to terms with what was happening between them, he placed his hand over her eyes and fucked her like a heartless savage, pounding inside her and yelling out for submissiveness as he came.

  Spent at last, he collapsed. His ragged breat
h fell against her chest in bits as the last of his desire pulsed in the tip of his condom.

  “You were…”

  “Save it, Jason. We both know what this was,” she said, rolling him away from her body. Grabbing her overnight bag, she marched to the bathroom, bypassing the cage where she’d once been kept during the early days of their relationship.

  “You’ll be punished for that,” he muttered, trying to catch his breath and clear his throat at the same time.

  She peered over her shoulder and with all the confidence she could manage, she said, “I doubt it. I’ll never receive punishment delivered by your hand again.”

  She closed the bathroom door behind her and as she started the shower, she felt that sense of empowerment, the inner strength she’d longed to recapture. She had finally come to terms with what she’d known for a good while.

  Her life was her own. Her relationship with Jason was over.

  Now, it was time to walk out of there. She was finally ready to face the world as a new woman, as an entitled, capable, single woman who could tackle any obstacle and come out on top.

  She’d endured the best and worst of challenges with Jason. Thanks to him, she’d been at rock bottom. Now it was time to climb out of the gutter and prove to herself she was worthy of more than what Jason had offered.

  He’d once called her a diamond in the rough. Maybe someone else would see her differently. Maybe another man would view her as a flawless precious gem.

  She wouldn’t know unless she tried. And she couldn’t try unless she left Jason behind.

  * * * *

  An hour later she emerged from the bathroom, freshly showered and ready to head over to the club. Since her relationship with Jason had sparked and fizzled more times than a dozen flames dancing around an open pit fire, Kimberly typically dreaded the trek home.

  She lived at Clink, and while she’d once viewed her home’s location as a perk, she’d quickly discovered the downside of residing above the place where her sister and best friend worked as well. They often arrived early and stayed late. An overnight stay at Jason’s was rarely missed and always condemned.

  Grabbing her purse and keys, she ignored the piercing gaze following her around the room. Instead, she nervously secured her bags on her shoulder and marched to the door.

  “So this is good-bye?”

  She stopped in her tracks. Clearing her throat, she decided to weather the storm and greet the thunder. Slowly, she turned.

  “Well?”

  “Yes, Jason. This is good-bye.”

  He tossed his head back and laughed. “You honestly believe that. Don’t you, kitten?”

  “Don’t call me pet names.”

  “You didn’t seem to mind an hour ago.”

  “An hour ago I was using you.” She met him halfway across the room. “You know how it works, Jason. You take a woman out for dinner and dancing, and afterward, you expect her to come back here and repay your kindness with a quick fuck, maybe even an overnight stay. If nothing else, a blow job on the way home.”

  He sneered. “I don’t expect anything from a mere date, Kimberly. Give me some credit.”

  She shrugged. “This time last year, I was out of the country. You tried your best to lure me back to the States. When Ansley thought we were through, she told me everything. She told me how you brought one willing sub or—”

  “Slaves,” Jason corrected her. “They were women who wanted to be my slaves.”

  “How lucky for you,” Kimberly said, not at all bothered by his confession. She longed to tell him then how she’d kept her deepest and darkest desires from him.

  He had always wanted her to be his sex slave. She had refused him because she knew him so well. He would’ve taken advantage of his position. He would’ve demanded sole ownership of her mind, body, and spirit, and the outcome would’ve remained the same.

  His upper jaw twitched. His eyes misted over. A different Jason emerged, one who looked as if he finally understood what she was trying to say. Better still, he may have believed her.

  His expression softened and he waved his hand in the air. “None of that matters now, baby. None of those women meant anything.”

  “Oh?”

  “Trust me, no,” he said.

  “And why is that, Jason?”

  He flinched. The first-name basis definitely grated on his nerves.

  Pushing splayed fingers through his long hair, he grunted.

  “Can’t come up with a reason?” Kimberly clucked. “Why doesn’t that surprise me?”

  She twirled her keys and headed for the door once more.

  “Because they weren’t you,” he muttered.

  “What was that?” she asked, realizing she was definitely playing with fire now.

  Jason stalked her. Backing her against his bedroom door, he slapped his palm against the wood and stared into her eyes. “Because they weren’t you, damn it. That’s why it doesn’t matter now. It’s why those flings didn’t mean a thing then. The only person I wanted then is the only person I want now—you.”

  Kimberly’s face felt numb. She detected the seriousness in his voice, but more than anything else, she saw sincerity in his entire expression and that very well could’ve been a first for Jason.

  “Am I too late?” Jason asked, cupping her cheek. “Am I, baby?”

  “Yes, Jason,” she replied, closing her fist around the leather strap at her shoulder. “You were too late when you made a pass at my sister. You were too late when you began drinking so much you couldn’t even stay awake at night to insure another passing-out episode wouldn’t happen again. You’ve been late from the word go. In fact, sometimes you didn’t even bother to show up at all.”

  Jason moistened his lips and dipped his head. “Prove you can’t forgive me.”

  She knew what he meant then and she was willing to meet the challenge. He wanted a kiss good-bye. In the past, she hadn’t been able to make it this far without an abundance of freefalling tears. And their history would show that she’d never been able to kiss him good-bye.

  Instead of postponing the inevitable kiss and her final departure, she reached up and cupped his cheek as well. Leaning forward, she took the initiative and drew him into a kiss.

  Jason thrust his tongue inside her mouth and tried his best to light that spark of passion. A few seconds later, he pushed away from her, his eyes moist, his jaw set.

  They shared a strained moment of silence. Finally, he stuffed his hands in his pockets. His obvious effort was in vain. The front bulge in his boxer shorts was detectable and only further drove home a valid point she needed to remember.

  Their relationship had always been sex driven and lust inspired. Love didn’t exist between them. What she’d mistakenly thought of as love had been a Dominant’s idea of sadistic control, perhaps even revenge. He, after all, harbored a true hatred for Cartwells and McKays.

  “What do you think you’ll do now, kid?” he asked, calling her the pet name he’d given her when she had been barely legal and nothing more than his friend.

  The kid reference was a deliberate slam, a slur he had once used with common frequency. The occasional public spats always ended with at least one kid comment.

  Kimberly felt a smile tug at her lips. “Oh I don’t know old man, but I’ll figure it out. I’m free to do that now.”

  Chapter Three

  “Okay, so tell me again. What did you say there at the end? Describe how Jason looked. Was he stunned?” Ansley swung her legs as she sat atop the bar. She scooped a handful of peanuts into her mouth. “Don’t hold back. Give us the grunge.”

  “I bet he cried,” Tristan teased, walking behind the bar and pinching Ansley’s ass in passing.

  Whenever Kimberly saw Tristan, she was reminded that positive outcomes existed. Sometimes love could conquer all. Tristan and Ansley, along with her three other fellows, had overcome hardships and their relationship had survived. They’d developed a love no one could shatter or destroy.

>   “Stop pestering me, Tristan,” she whined, slapping him away. “I’m trying to get the deets here. You’re interrupting girl talk.”

  Patience waggled her brows. “I thought Ansley gave you the lowdown on girl talk, Tristan.”

  Ansley’s man looked bewildered. “I don’t recall that discussion.”

  “I bet not,” Kimberly said, taking a sip of cola. “You only remember what transpires under the covers deep in the midnight hour.”

  “‘Deep’ being the choice word there,” Ansley said, waggling her tongue.

  Patience shook her head. “You never cease to surprise me.”

  “That makes two of us,” Tristan said, shooting Ansley a wink before he left them.

  “Don’t you ever get tired of him lurking over your shoulder?” Kimberly asked, fond of her brother-in-law but deviling Ansley all the same.

  “Are you jealous?”

  “She is very envious. Who wouldn’t be?”

  “Patience, you have two fellows of your own so don’t start,” Ansley warned her. “Speaking of which, where are Mark and Spencer this week?”

  About that time, one of their bartenders and bouncers appeared on the other side of the bar. “They must’ve fallen in a hole somewhere. I’ve been trying to call them for a few days.”

  “A hole?” Ansley fluttered her eyelashes. “Really?”

  “Ansley, don’t start,” Kimberly warned her.

  Patience ignored her. “Baron, don’t feel like you’re all alone in the doghouse. I’ve been trying to reach them for two days. That new road manager of theirs is either running interference or they’re the busiest band on the planet right now.”

  “When you talk to them, tell them misery loves company and the two of us together could be dangerously miserable.”

  “I’ll tell them,” she said, giggling like a schoolgirl.

  When Baron disappeared, Kimberly glanced at Ansley and they both turned sharp glares to Patience.

  “That sounded like a loaded forward pass,” Kimberly said.

  “Something we should know?” Ansley asked.