How To Rope A Wild Cowboy (Silver Springs Ranch Book 1)

by Anya Summers

  “Ready?” He glanced at his passenger. Since the previous night, the doctor’s demeanor had softened. He had no idea what had taken him so long to love her like he had last night.

  It had been a turning point in their relationship, just as tonight would be, too. He was going to claim her back channel, pushing the envelope on her submissive training.

  Grace nodded, the hair from her ponytail swaying. “Yes.”

  “Good, let’s go inside. I promise you will enjoy it.”

  Emmett escorted her inside, remembering to slide the bolt home. That way, if any of his friends came here, forgetting that he had reserved it, they wouldn’t be able to enter. He knew that Grace wasn’t ready for an exhibitionist scene. She would get there, though, he had no doubt.

  Grace wandered around the living room and kitchen, studying the different furniture.

  “I’m going to get set up by the bench. You’ve got about ten minutes of freedom left if you need to use the facilities.” He nodded toward the bedroom and subsequent bathroom beyond. Even the bathroom had been retrofitted with places to restrain a sub.

  “Yes, Sir.” She shot him a nervous glance.

  Emmett went back to prepping the scene. There was a table near the bench which he utilized to place the large, conical butt plug. It was the largest one he had, and should stretch her back channel well before he claimed it. He placed the pair of crocodile clamps beside it, withdrew the vial of lubricant, and then pulled his leather cuffs from his goodie bag. It would be the first time she would wear them, but certainly not the last.

  He stripped off the sling and his shirt. He was still sporting black jogging pants and not leather. But until his shoulder was fully healed, he would need to improvise.

  Grace padded back into the living room, and his tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth. While she’d been in the bedroom, she had stripped down to her skin. The woman sent his blood to boiling with need. He held out his hand.

  She approached, her hips swaying, until she stood before him. He tugged her up against him and kissed her, then wound his hand around her ponytail and tugged her head back, exposing her neck.

  She moaned. He loved her breathy little moans that were part surprised gasp, part throaty tone. He lifted his head up, still holding her captive. “You look lovely. Now remember for tonight, if anything hurts or feels wrong, you need to use your safeword. What is it again?”

  “Wildflower, Sir.”

  “Good, now let’s get you up on the bench.” He maneuvered her over and helped her up on top so she was straddling the back end.

  “Stay kneeling for me, for now. I’m going to restrain your ankles first.” He wrapped the soft leather around her delicate ankles, securing first one and then the other.

  From the table, he grabbed his cuffs and the crocodile clamps and then, back at the bench, he put both her wrists in the cuffs. Then he cupped a breast and sucked a nipple into his mouth. She had the sweetest tits. He could suck on them for hours. Grace’s head fell back, and her back arched, pressing her breast against his mouth.

  Emmett took his time with the bud, laving and nipping at it, sucking it hard, and syphoning it as deep as he could. He bit down in bruising fashion, needing to mark her tonight. He’d been waiting for it. And now that the moment was here, he planned to indulge. When her nipple was an angry, swollen red, he affixed the crocodile clamp.

  Grace gasped.

  “How’s that feel?”

  “It hurts.” She whimpered.

  “Too bad to continue?”

  She shook her head. “No, more of a dull throbbing.”

  He swiped his tongue over the clamped bud and was rewarded with a moan. “Do you want me to remove it?”

  “No, Sir.”

  “Good.” He moved around the bench to the opposite side and gave her other breast the same rigorous treatment. When he slid the clamp over that nipple and Grace’s hoarse cry filled his ears, the blood roared in his veins. His cock strained against his pants—and they weren’t even close to the portion of the evening where he would sink his cock into her tight heat.

  “Now, if I could have you lean forward, so I can restrain your hands…”

  Grace lowered down, hissing at the clamps. He shifted her boobs a bit, that way, she wasn’t lying on the clamps and he had access to them when he needed it. He secured each of her wrists at the front of the bench.

  Emmett leaned down, gripped her ponytail, and ravaged her mouth, unleashing the full brunt of need hammering through his veins into the kiss. Grace mewled into it, and her little whimpering sigh drove him wild.

  He released her mouth and rose, breathing heavily. He shoved his pants and boxers down, freeing his dick. Gripping his shaft in one hand, he held it in front of her mouth.

  “Open up, babe, I want you to suck it.”

  Her gaze darted up to his face and she dropped her mouth open. He entered the warm cavern of her mouth. Her tongue shot out, laving the head of his glans, lapping at the drop of semen. Emmett held her hair as her head bobbed up and down his length. She knew just the right amount of pressure to exert before he was the one clinging to his control. He gripped the sides of her head and began fucking her mouth. His gaze never left hers.

  She couldn’t take all of his length, but she knew how to give head with expert skill. Perhaps because she knew anatomy so well. He wanted to draw the pleasure out, but found himself coming undone inside her greedy mouth. Before he knew what had hit him, he was straining, his cock jerking as he spurted his seed.

  “Ah, fuck, that’s it, babe, drink it all down. Every last drop. Ahhh!” He roared with his head tossed back as the climax nearly brought him to his knees.

  When he was certain his legs wouldn’t buckle, he withdrew his cock from her hot little mouth, then shifted and kissed her. Tasting himself on her tongue, he felt his dick hardening once more.

  With a groan, Emmett released her mouth and moved around to her tail end, caressing her supple spine with a firm hand. He grabbed the lube and plug, placing the plug on the shelf beside her knee. Coating his fingers with lube, he spread her ass cheeks. Her cunt glistened, ripe with dew. Bending down, he tongued her clit while pressing his forefinger past the tight ring of muscle.

  “Oh god!”

  He loved her exclamations. Emmett lapped at her pussy while his finger probed her back channel, stretching the taut muscles first with one finger, then two, and finally three before he was satisfied that they were gliding in and out with ease.

  He withdrew his fingers and released her swollen clit from his mouth. He straightened up behind her, and fought back the pounding urge to plow inside her and fuck her until his legs buckled. He would before the night was done. But for now, he shoved his needs back and lassoed control around his desires. He needed to send his submissive to the moon first.

  Grace’s body was engulfed in greedy, pleasure-filled flames. She admitted, if only to herself, that she’d been unsure about tonight, about whether she was ready for this total lockdown and surrendering of her freedom.

  But the thing was, she had never felt freer than she did at this moment. She whimpered when Emmett withdrew his fingers from her anus.

  “Sir,” she whined, on the precipice of climaxing.

  “Easy, babe, you’re doing fabulously. Deep breaths for me, I need you to relax. This plug is much bigger than you’ve tried thus far but it will stretch you enough to take my dick in this naughty hole.” He smeared more lube against her back entrance then fit the plug into place. He pressed it in slowly, fucking her with it, going deeper and deeper with each thrust. The plug grew in size and girth the deeper he proceeded.

  She tried to remember to breathe. When it slid all the way in on the next thrust, she moaned and lowered her face. Her ass throbbed and burned, but in that razor-sharp way that walked the line between pleasure and pain. Then the plug began to vibrate.

  “Such a pretty sight.” Emmett caressed her bottom. “If you need to come, I will allow it, since this is our first
session like this. Like I told you on the way here, I’m going to see how you do with the flogger. Use your safeword if needed.”

  Then he was gone momentarily. Her nipples ached with the clamps, her ass was on fire, and her pussy was so wet, moisture trickled down and dripped along her inner thighs. Grace was a bit worried about the flogger. She’d looked them up, and was unsure if they were something she would like or not.

  She rolled her neck, trying to release the tension. At the whisper-soft caress of leather over her bottom, she shivered. The tails grazed the plug and her pussy. Emmett took his time, caressing, teasing her skin, drawing her into a hypnotic trance.

  The first strike against her bottom drew a startled gasp out of her. Her butt stung where the flogger landed and the sensation radiated outward, mingling with the vibrations in the plug. At the next whack, she cried out. It hurt, but it was a good hurt. With every slap of leather against her skin, a new woman was taking shape and emerging: one who bucked convention, and didn’t shy away from emotional entanglements. One who was fearless when it came to the giving and receiving of pleasure. One not ashamed to admit that she was a bedroom submissive with every fiber of her being.

  She lost count on the number of swats to her rear. All she knew was that her skin burned like the fires of hell, engulfing her in a state of prolonged ecstasy, where everything became crystalline and beautiful. Every molecule in her body was re-forged in the flames so that even a small breeze from the flogger flying through the air and whispering over her spine aroused her.

  She was beyond time and space, floating in a world where pleasure reigned, and Emmett was her Master.

  She wasn’t even aware that the flogging had stopped until his hands cupped her face. “You’ve done beautifully, babe.”

  “I ache, Sir. Please, I need…” Her head lolled when he released her.

  “I know exactly what you need,” he murmured darkly.

  He positioned his cock at the entrance to her pussy, gripped her hips, and plunged inside. Her orgasm struck with the delicacy of an elephant let loose in a tea-room. It smashed into her.

  “Sir,” she cried out as she quaked.

  The man didn’t give her a chance to come down, screwing her with a fervid determination to drive her out of her mind. The pumping slap of flesh filled the room, along with her moans and his grunts. And the plug, the dual penetration, was a heady, wondrous thing.

  Grace had two more orgasms in rapid succession before he withdrew his shaft. She whimpered as he shut off the butt plug and removed it from her anus.

  “I’m taking your sweet ass, babe. I’ll go as slow as I can.” He pressed the head forward. Her body resisted his invasion at first. But he gradually worked his cock in, thrusting deeper and deeper until he was fully seated. Grace had never felt anything like it.

  Her body resembled lava at this point. “Oh god.”

  “I know, give me a minute. I’m trying to be gentle.”

  “I don’t want gentle. Fuck me, Sir. Please fuck me, hard and fast… I need you to,” she whimpered.

  His fingers dug painfully into her hips. He shuttled his cock in and out in hard, furious strokes that had her baring her teeth and grunting. But it felt awesome.

  “More,” she demanded. “Please give me more.”

  “Jesus Christ, I think you’re the most perfect fucking submissive. Hold on, babe.” Emmett proceeded to jackhammer into her ass. Over and over, he thrust, fast and furious. She reveled in the possession, in the carnal mating.

  Now that she looked back on how worried she’d been, she wanted to laugh at herself. Emmett had drawn her into his carnal web from the moment they’d met. And this was the culmination of it—this joining, a primal mating that was forging her into a new woman, his woman.

  The uncertainties she’d had about being submissive were washed away with every plunge. Emmett smacked her ass as he thrust. And on the next deep stroke, the combination of his rigorous fucking and the added spanking to her already red ass, tipped her right over the edge.

  The orgasm struck her blind, her ass and pussy clenching.

  “Emmett,” she keened. He removed the clamps and set off another round of spasms that sent her reeling impossibly higher.

  “Oh fuck yeah, fuck I’m—ahhh!” He pummeled her ass as he spurted his hot seed into her, filling her with his semen, and straining as he fucked her.

  Emmett kept thrusting until the final drops of pleasure were spent. He leaned forward and laid his forehead on her shoulder, his breathing ragged. “Give me just a minute until my legs start to work again, and then I’ll get you out of those restraints.”

  “I’m okay where I’m at.” On so many levels. The doubts she had had about fulfilling her grandfather’s wishes and taking over his practice, moving here, and starting a relationship with a cowboy had all faded, until all that remained was hope that this was the best thing that had ever happened to her. That out of the tremendous loss she had suffered with her grandpa dying, she had found her place in the world. And that counted—it made losing him somehow easier to bear.

  Emmett turned her head slightly and said, “Yeah, you are, but I still want to get you where you belong: at home, in my bed.”

  Home. That was something that had eluded her for most of her life. And her heart filled at his words because at last, she believed it was no longer something she dreamed about having, but had the real chance of finding; of having.

  She moaned when he withdrew from her rear, and then again when he undid her restraints and helped her off the bench. He wrapped her in a blanket, and deposited her on the couch while he cleaned up after them. He even grabbed her clothes from the bedroom and stuffed them into his bag.

  “Don’t I need to get dressed?”

  “For the ride to my place? Nah. Not when I’m just going to get you out of them again.”

  She quirked a brow. “Oh, really.”

  “Yep, and into a nice hot bath with some Epsom salts so that you’re not too sore tomorrow. Besides, we need to wash the blanket anyhow.”

  She leaned up and kissed him. “Yes, Sir. I would like that. Though you will have to join me.”

  “Have I ever told you that I like the way you think?” he said, and escorted her out of the cabin.

  “You’ve mentioned it a time or two, but I admit, I like hearing it.”

  “Figures. Up with you, now.” He helped her into his truck.

  She slid into a haze on the way home, and couldn’t help but wonder what the wild cowboy would think when she finally scrounged up the courage and told him she loved him.

  19

  Always an early riser, Emmett woke with the first streaks of dawn peeking through the blinds. He was flat on his back, and his shoulder ached from the exertions of the previous night, but it had been worth it. He shifted his head and regarded the curled bundle against his right side.

  His chest filled with pride. Grace had been stunning in her surrender the previous night. And he was no longer surprised by the fierce possessiveness he felt, or the joy, the contentment that infused his being at having her beside him.

  For a man who had never figured on having commitment, it was a unique thought that perhaps the reason he’d never entered a committed relationship was because he had been waiting for Grace. Or that now, once he’d found her, everything just clicked into place for him, and he could no longer imagine his life without her.

  At the time, he had cursed the temperamental thoroughbred for his injuries, but without those, he wouldn’t have met Grace. Or when he did, finally in town somewhere, he likely wouldn’t have considered her a prospect.

  He noted the bruise in the shape of his mouth on the swell of her breast, and the fingerprint bruises on her hips. Her nipple was also raw, with some bruising around it from the clamp. It thrilled him to see those marks on her, proof of his claiming, and that she had delighted at receiving each one.

  He studied her face. In sleep, with her lips lightly parted and the golden crescents of her eyela
shes against her cheeks, she appeared innocent and fragile when in truth, she was anything but those things. She was strong, resilient, caring, intelligent, and had the courage to call him out when needed. Life with her would never be dull or boring, but an adventure.

  Not wanting to disturb her, with the utmost care, he shifted her body off him. He had to, otherwise he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from indulging in her sweet form and waking her up by entering her. He would rather wait and see how she felt this morning before jumping her bones, regardless of whether his dick agreed with him or not. Instead, for her sake, he was going to occupy himself in the kitchen, and get some breakfast started.

  After last night, they could both use some protein.

  He disentangled his limbs in a slow and measured way, careful not to wake her. Emmett would rather surprise her with breakfast in bed and then possibly ravish her once he had ascertained the way her body felt. From what he’d learned about her, he didn’t think Grace had many people in her life who took care of her, and he wanted to; he wanted to show her how precious he considered her, even when he wasn’t ready to give voice to his feelings.

  In his mind, it was enough that he wanted to claim her as his submissive in a formal ceremony. The rest would come when she felt more confident in what they were building. He had the patience needed to give her time to adjust and commit fully to their relationship.

  He pulled out a pair of boxers, and shoved his legs through before heading out to the kitchen. He closed the door behind him so as to not disturb her.

  The first order of business was coffee. Once the percolator was working away, the scent of freshly brewed coffee filling the kitchen, Emmett pulled out some bacon, and got it frying on the stove. Once that was sizzling, he checked the voicemail messages on his phone, putting it on speaker to keep his hands free for cooking.