The Cowboy's City Girl - An Enemies To Lovers Romance

by Emerson Rose

  “Don’t dry off, just come here,” he says in his old commanding, domineering voice. I haven’t heard that tone for a long time and I miss it.

  I cross the room and sit carefully next to him dripping all over the sheets with my hair hanging in wet tangles, I’m a mess. I didn’t even get a chance to bathe or wash my hair.

  “Now, tell me what you’re up to, Mrs. Castillo. Right. Now.”

  “Check your text messages.”

  “Why?”

  “Please, just do it. I really need to go pull a brush through my hair before it dries in such a mess that I can’t untangle it.”

  “You are acting very mysterious, lady.”

  “And you’ve been ornery and incorrigible.”

  “Alright, I’ll play your game, for now. And when I’ve seen whatever it is you want me to see I want you back in this bed with me, naked and glued to my side.”

  “But…”

  “No buts. We don’t have to make love, but I need to feel you, I need my wife.” The longing in his voice touches my heart as only he can. I take a deep breath and agree even though I know it’s a bad idea.

  That video will have him so hot and bothered when I come back there is no way we will be lying together naked. We might have to make some careful compromises. He can’t endure full-on sex, not the way he and I go at it. It’s too dangerous. But we can’t go on driving each other crazy like this either. There has to be a way around these restrictions and if anybody can figure it out it’s Marcus.

  Eighty-Nine

  The longer I spend in here yanking through my hair the more my anxiety builds. I closed the bathroom door again. He made me promise not to lock it, though.

  It’s oppressive in here. I need a good long breath of cool air or I’m going to pass out. I stare at my flushed reflection in the foggy mirror. Why am I even bothering with this tangled mess? I wind my hair into a thick twist and secure it back with a hair tie, good enough.

  I thought making a video was an awesome idea but the longer I wait the more I begin to regret it.

  I sit on the closed toilet in my robe bouncing my knee up and down. He’s probably out there busting a stitch right now.

  That’s it, I can’t take the waiting. I jump up and fling the door open forgetting to hold my damn robe together.

  Marcus is lying in his nest of pillows with my phone balanced on his bent knees. He looks surprised to see me. Did he think I’d stay in there forever?

  We stare at each other frozen in place. My heart rate accelerates when I see the hunger in his smoldering eyes. He places the phone on the bedside table and lifts the comforter motioning for me to join him. I look at him sideways, “Are you sure?”

  “Shush, yes, I want you. Right here. Now.”

  I surrender. I can’t resist him any longer. I step to his side and he points at my robe. He’s not going to make this easy.

  I drop my robe and he scoots over to make a spot near the edge for me, not on my side. I feel a frown pucker between my brows but he’s not messing around. The air is thick with his unspoken command. I slide in next to him and try like hell to keep an inch or two between us but he pulls me tight against his warm solid body.

  In a stealthy fluid move, he grips my wrist and I feel cold metal clank against my cuff bracelet and I hear a click and a grind.

  I lift my arm and see handcuffs linking us together. I look at Marcus in shock only to see him smiling at me insanely, so fucking smug!

  “What the fuck?”

  “You keep leaving me, so…” He shrugs nonchalantly.

  “Where did you? Why do you?” I can’t seem to finish a sentence.

  “Relax, baby, it’s just a little insurance for me. I know you can’t slip out of bed and get away from me now, it will be fun.” He smirks and winks at me, and if I weren’t so perturbed I’d be turned on. Ah, hell, who am I kidding? I am turned on.

  “You have handcuffs?”

  “Obviously”

  I shake my arm and the metal of my bracelet clanks with the cuffs.

  “Take. Them. Off.”

  “Nope.”

  His blasé attitude is pissing me off. I try to sit up, but it’s difficult with our arms attached.

  “Imani,” he says, with an added authority that makes me pause.

  I think I may be hyperventilating. I can’t catch my breath.

  “You are with me. There is nothing to be afraid of. Take a deep breath and think of it this way. You are connected to me in marriage, and now you are connected to me physically. The marriage is permanent, though, the cuffs will come off in the morning.”

  I take a deep, shaky breath in and blow it out. He’s right, it’s just the panic of being restrained that’s messing with my head.

  “Come here.” He pulls me against his chest and I curve into him like I always have. A shiver runs from the back of my neck to that place low in my belly that quivers with need for him.

  “Are you cold? I can’t reach the blanket without you.”

  It’s not the chill in the air that’s bothering me.

  “You should have thought of that before you handcuffed us together.” I feel his chuckle vibrate in his chest.

  “Just move with me. It’s all about teamwork, baby.” I roll my eyes and lift my arm with his so he can grab the duvet and toss it over both of us.

  “What about your medicine? I have to be able to get it for you.” It’s a valid point, but he shoots it down immediately.

  “I got it covered. Maria is going to come in when it’s due and give it to me.”

  I don’t like that one bit.

  “I’m your wife, and a nurse. It’s my duty to take care of you.”

  “Nice try. The only duty you have is to be right here next to me, at my beck and call, every single second.”

  “Oh, for Christ's sake, Marcus.”

  “Hey, don’t use the Lord's name in vain, lady.”

  “You’re a pig” I huff.

  “Oink,” he says all blasé, and I lose it. All of my anxiety and tension collide and I burst out laughing hysterically.

  He oinked. The fierce, threatening, billionaire mogul Marcus Castillo just oinked at me. He waits while I laugh myself silly.

  “Are you about finished?”

  I can hardly catch my breath. It probably wasn’t that funny, but sometimes laughter is how I burn off stress.

  “Yes, I think so.” I sputter and snort one last time before quieting down.

  “You are easily amused.”

  That’s an understatement. “My dad used to say that when I was little.”

  “Well, then it must be true. Your father is a very smart man.” He cuddles me a little closer and I run my hand across his chest and discover that it’s kind of comforting knowing we are stuck together, even if it is only temporarily. I hope the cuffs are temporary. He’s probably crazy enough to consider this a permanent arrangement.

  “So?” I can’t wait find out what he thinks of my video.

  “So, what?” I can feel him smiling against my forehead.

  “You know what.”

  “What? Your video tease?”

  Now I smile. “Yes.”

  “What about it?” He's trying to make me squirm, but I’m not falling for it.

  “How’d you like it?”

  His chest rises and falls with a deep sigh.

  “How did I like it? Well, let’s talk about that. My wife won’t have sex with me. I failed at luring her into our bed with one of my biggest assets and then she locked herself in the bathroom mere feet away from me to make a video that will frustrate me exponentially. Does that about cover it?”

  Wow, when he puts it that way I feel like shit. I admit the video was retaliation, but it was also meant to be a gift, something for his eyes only to keep forever.

  “Ok, I get it, you’re mad.”

  In another crafty move, he pulls me on top of him and handcuffs my hand to the headboard. Now he’s free, and I’m stuck to the bed. How the hell did he do
that?

  “Hey, I thought you wanted to be connected to me?”

  “I do.”

  “Then what’s with this?” I say clanging the cuffs.

  “There are other ways to be connected to you.”

  “Aw, no. We can’t do that, remember? Doctor's orders.”

  “I’ll be careful and slow and calm. I have incredible self-control, remember?” he says caressing the small of my back and over the mound of my ass until his fingers are between my crease. I suck in one last breath with the intention of resisting, but he spreads me open and teases my core with his fingers dragging the slick moisture to the pucker of my ass where he applies gentle pressure and I’m a goner.

  My eyes roll back in my head and I melt like butter. “Slow, you promise?” He nods and I touch my forehead against his carefully and close my eyes. “If this messes up all of your progress…”

  “Stop with the worrying. It’s going to be fine, better than fine, let me show you.” He slides my knees forward aligning his solid heavy cock with my wet seam. He lifts his hips and drags his head along my soaking wet apex, sliding torturously along my folds until I’m panting.

  “See?” I nod.

  “Good?”

  “Ah, yessss, so fucking good.”

  “More?”

  I answer with actions instead of words when I tilt my hips back until his velvety length slips into my hot core. I close my eyes and sink down around his thick cock moaning when he fills me so perfectly, so completely. I pause and feel him pulse within my walls.

  “Fuck, you're so tight, baby, you feel so good, don’t move, let me just feel you.” His eyes are closed, and his hands are clutching my ass. His fingers are digging into my flesh and I know from experience that he’s barely reigning in his power. I can sense him mentally and physically collecting himself, holding back. I’m at a disadvantage with my hand restrained, but I’m still able to bend and press my lips against his chest.

  A moan grumbles from his throat and now it’s my turn to hold back, that sound would send me out of this stratosphere if I weren’t worried about hurting him. His fingers relax, and he circles my waist with his hands.

  “Stay still.” God, all I want to do is move, his command feels impossible, but I obey. I clench around him tempting and begging him to let me lift and plunge. His eyes are open now and he is watching his hands slide up my sides and under my breasts. He covers them with his palms and captures each hard bud between his fingers, tugging softly, working them into sensitive pink peaks.

  “Do you trust me? Really trust me, baby?”

  “Of course,” I answer with no hesitation because I do trust him, exhaustively, to the end of time and back I trust him.

  He takes my free hand and raises it above his head where my other is detained. From out of nowhere he produces a key, and without looking, he unlocks the cuffs from his hand and places it around the pillar of the bed. In seconds I am powerless and vulnerable, a situation I swore I’d never get myself into again.

  I’m not scared, this is my husband and he loves me more than life. An overwhelming rush of adoration mixed with adrenaline brings me to the edge of sanity as I stare down into his revering face.

  “You look so fucking beautiful,” he says softly, lifting up to take my breast into his mouth. He sucks until a sharp zing shoots through my body to my core. I gasp and relish in the complete abandon of control. He can do anything he pleases with me now, and I can’t stop him… as if I’d try. I’m down for it all and I have no idea what that could be, but I’m sure he has a lot to teach me.

  He blows out a meditative controlled breath and gives me permission to move, finally.

  “Slow, baby, give it to me slow like this.” He grips my hips and begins to move them up and down at a leisurely pace. I clench around him, milking every inch of him as he slides in and out.

  I am incredibly blessed to have this beautiful man who worships me, takes me to places I never knew existed and fills my heart and soul with mind blowing desire.

  I’m lost as he guides me down over his slick length to take him completely. He watches where are bodies are joined together tilting my pelvis so he hits my hot spot, every single time. My head is spinning when he switches to shallow quick penetrations of his silky head. He holds my greedy hips back to keep me from pushing him deeper until my knees are off the bed.

  I’ve never felt so out of control and overcome with desire. I feel like I could burst into tears or laugh at the same. My emotions twist and tangle until I am untethered from reality floating in a delirious paradise where the world revolves around him and me.

  “Imani, look at me, baby.” My eyes are closed? I’m so far gone I couldn’t tell him my middle name if he asked me.

  I drag open my lids and gaze through my arms into his frenzied eyes.

  “I’m not sure I can hold back.” Shit, I need to get it together I've been riding the high ignoring the fact that we should not be doing this at all.

  “Relax, deep breaths, try to slow your pulse,” I say, keeping still while he gathers his wits. I can’t stroke his cheek or hold him to keep him calm. A soothing voice is my only line of defense.

  A few seconds later when I think he’s doing better, I feel him swell inside of me. Wrong.

  He digs his fingers into my hips and gives me a ‘well, I tried’ look right before he thrusts up and pulls my hips down hard.

  “Oh God, Imani!” he yells and begins a punishing rhythm. Warning bells are going off in my head telling me to stop. This is too much, he’s going to get hurt, but I can’t stop him any more than I can stop myself.

  Teetering on the edge of orgasm full of guilt and worry I drop my head to his chest where I can feel his heart beating wildly. The handcuffs are clanking rhythmically above us. He’s slick with sweat and my cheek slides across his skin with every pump of our hips.

  “Come for me, sweet thing,” he says so quietly I almost don’t hear him over the noise of the bed and the cuffs. Sweet release washes over me when I come on command simultaneously with him.

  I grip the slat of the headboard with superhuman strength and explode around him. The heat of my orgasm penetrates every cell in my body. This is nothing like coming alone in the tub an hour ago. This is untouchable, incomparable, unequaled by anything I’ve ever experienced before. This is pure bliss and satisfaction. My muscles are mush and Marcus relaxes under me.

  Our minds, bodies, and souls are joined. I’ve never felt more a part of him than I do in this moment. Maybe allowing him to have complete control of my body was the key? Or maybe knowing that he would risk his life to be inside of me made it more intense? I don’t think I’ll ever know for sure.

  “Kiss me.”

  “I can’t,” I mumble. I’m exhausted and sated. I can’t imagine moving one more muscle let alone lifting my head to kiss him.

  “Kiss me,” he says again. I kiss the skin on his neck closest to my lips.

  “Not good enough.”

  “I’m weak.”

  “Now you know how I feel every second of my life. You debilitate me when I’m with you, when I’m not, when I think of you, when I dream of you. You make me weak and strong at the same time.” He says such beautiful things to me. He expresses himself so lovingly. How can I deny him a simple kiss?

  I muster the little energy I have left and pull myself up to kiss his perfect full lips. He reaches behind his head to remove the cuffs from the headboard. But instead of taking them both off he reconnects one to his own wrist and I don’t even care. He can leave them on forever if he wants to. I’m okay with that.

  “Mm, thank you. I feel much better, Mrs. Castillo.” With a little of my energy restored from his kiss I sit up and straddle his hips. Like a super hero he’s already semi-hard inside of me.

  “Well, I hope so. You could have died doing all that. What happened to slow and easy?”

  “That is not my fault, you make me crazy. I couldn’t help myself.”

  “Are you OK? I mean, how�
��s your pain?”

  “Lady, after that I wouldn’t tell you if my pain was off your little pain chart.”

  “Marcus.” I slap his stomach. “Fine, I’ll make sure it never happens again.”

  He considers that and decides to ‘fess up. “Yes, my head hurts.”

  “Scale of one to ten?”

  “Seven.”

  “Damn it. Marcus, you have to let me out of these cuffs to get your pain meds, I mean it.” I look at the clock and realize it’s time for his pain meds and several others, “And where’s Maria? I thought you said she was going to be here?”

  “I lied,” he says wrinkling up his nose preparing for my explosive response. I want to give him hell but I don’t. I have to convince him to let me go.

  “Okay, so you lied. Now, what are you going to do about it?”

  “Where are they?” he asks and I hitch my thumb over my shoulder.

  “Clear over there!”

  “We can go together.”

  “Good God, Marcus, just let me go for a minute. I’ll let you tie me down to the bed with rope if you get this off of me so I can help you,” I say, lifting his heavy arm by the cuff.

  His eyes light up like a kid on Christmas morning. “Really? I’d love that, you know.”

  “Oh stop it, let me go!”

  “Promise first.”

  “Promise what? To let you tie me to the bed with a rope? I was kidding, why would you want to do that?” It seems I’ve accidentally offered him something I didn’t know he wanted.

  “Yes, and as for ‘why’ you’ll just have to trust me. You liked giving yourself to me completely just now, didn’t you? It’s liberating to let someone take over and care for you without feeling the obligation to reciprocate, isn’t it?”

  “Well, yes, I guess. I haven’t really had time to process my feelings about it yet, but that sounds about right. And you never told me why you have handcuffs.”

  “Imani…” he has more to say, but I can tell he’s hurting.

  “Let me get your medicine and then you can answer that, okay?” He folds and when I’m free of the cuffs I rub my wrists and slide his erection from my body. I look down surprised and he shrugs.