Outback Cowboy

by Lexxie Couper

  “Just don’t expect me to start calling you Master,” she said, purposely trying to tweak him. Test the waters.

  He was silent for several breathless moments. “No. I won’t be your Master, but you will call me whatever I tell you to, Amy.”

  It was a powerful assertion, spoken with absolute certainty. She briefly debated the wisdom in denying him then took the safer path. “What do you want me to call you?”

  “For tonight, you’ll simply refer to me as Sir.”

  “Sir,” she whispered, trying it on for size. It was better than thinking of him as her stranger, but infinitely more dangerous to her libido.

  “You know what a safe word is?”

  Amy struggled to answer. Instead, she simply nodded.

  His carefree smile faded. “I’m going to have sex with you. We can make it as easy or as heavy as you prefer. I can keep this encounter light, but…” He paused.

  “But?” she prompted.

  “I want more.”

  Amy tried to wrap her head around everything that was happening. She felt as though she was slogging through waist-deep mud in uncharted territory. “How much more?”

  “Have you ever been tied up in bed?”

  She shook her head. Only in her dreams.

  Her answer surprised him. “Why not?”

  Amy didn’t reply. Didn’t know how.

  When the silence persisted, he prodded. “You like bondage. Your body is responding to it. I can see that. Why deny yourself something that turns you on?”

  “I don’t know. Where I’m from it’s not that easy to meet blokes who want the same things I do.”

  He considered her words. “You’re from Australia.”

  She smiled. “What gave me away?”

  He laughed, the expression transforming his face into something that took her breath away. Bloody hell, she’d met her fair share of sexy jackaroos, but she’d never, ever met a man who affected her quite like this.

  “Pick a safe word, Amy. We’re going to play.”

  Her mind went completely blank. Once again, he filled the silence.

  “Oz. Your safe word is Oz. Say it and we’ll slow down, talk a bit, give you time to adjust. Fair enough?”

  Was she seriously consenting to this? The man was a complete stranger. Sex was one thing, but he was offering a hell of a lot more than that. Just last week, she’d spent nearly two nights perusing websites of sex clubs in the Chicago area. She’d always wanted to visit one and experiment with some previously unexplored parts of her sexuality. What was so different about indulging in a night with this hot stranger versus one at a sex club?

  About a million things—all of them having to do with your safety.

  She closed her eyes and tried to force her weary brain to think, to overrule her wayward, reckless physical needs.

  “Amy. Open your eyes.”

  She obeyed.

  “Stop thinking so hard. You can trust me. I promise.”

  If Harper had handpicked this stranger to help Amy live out her fantasy, then yes, she believed she could trust him. “Okay. My safe word is Oz.”

  His smile grew, setting Amy’s mind even more at ease. He reached up and released the restraints at her wrists.

  She frowned. “What are you doing?”

  He pulled her arms down to rest by her sides and she winced at the sharp pain. He didn’t miss the look.

  “I thought we’d give your arms a rest for a little while.”

  “Only for a little while?”

  He gently massaged her tense shoulders, not bothering to acknowledge her question. If given his way, she had no doubt he’d bind her to the bed again before the night was out. However, he understood her reticence and was willing to give her a chance to accept that bondage without fear. She appreciated his kindness, his patience. Harper had outdone herself.

  “We should establish some ground rules before we start. It’s important that we understand each other’s limits.”

  “You have limits?”

  He snorted at her question. “I do. But I’d rather hear yours first. Is there anything you don’t want to do tonight?”

  She slowly sat up, wondering if he would try to stop her. He didn’t. He watched with no reaction as she tugged the sheet over her bare body. Something told her this conversation was going to be unlike any she’d ever engaged in and she preferred to be covered.

  “Is there a chance we could do this multiple-choice style? It’s sort of hard to know how to answer considering I don’t have a clue what you’re considering.”

  He ran the backs of his fingers along the side of her neck, stopping when he found her pulse point. “I think that’s a fair request. How about if I list possible scenarios and you simply say yes or no.”

  She nodded. “Okay. I can do that.”

  “Bondage.”

  She bit her lip, then let her body, her fantasies and her overactive imagination give the answer. “Yes.”

  “Spanking.”

  She sucked in a deep breath. “Yes.”

  “Flogger.”

  The air didn’t reach her lungs despite her harsh gasp. “Um. Yes?”

  He tilted his head, studying her face. “We’ll revisit that one. Anal.”

  “Jesus. You just keep going for the jugular, don’t you?”

  He didn’t reply, but his eyes crinkled, his laugh lines appearing.

  “Okay. Yeah. We could try that…with a lot of lube.”

  “So noted. Nipple clamps.”

  She glanced around. “Do you really have all this stuff with you?”

  “Don’t worry about the details. Just answer the question.”

  Her nipples tightened, but Amy wasn’t sure if the response was based on anticipation or fear. “Can we come back to that one too?”

  His gaze narrowed, letting her know he preferred an answer. Unfortunately, she didn’t have one to give. Suffering from a fuzzy head after two days of travel, she sort of wished her brain would tell her body this wasn’t a good time. Problem was her body was all systems go and fucking horny.

  He rattled off the next items on the list, one right after another with no pause. “Vibrator. Butt plug. Dildo.”

  “Yes. Yes. Yes. So long as they’re new, not used.”

  He chuckled again. “Agreed. And not a problem.”

  “Wow. You’re a regular sex shop.”

  His hands drifted to the sheet and he tugged it down. “Lay down, Amy.”

  So much for the get-to-know-you phase of the evening. She started to assume the position, but froze. “Wait. You didn’t tell me your limits.”

  “I lied. I don’t have any.”

  Bloody hell. She gave herself until count of ten to reconsider, silently saying the numbers in her head.

  “Amy. I don’t like to repeat myself.”

  His deep voice sent a sharp thrill through her. She hadn’t mistaken her true desire for bondage and submission. She’d felt pulled to those types of erotic romance novels for years, devouring the delicious graphic details as she read page after page, book after book. Whenever she came across something she didn’t understand, she’d head to the internet, her research almost always leading to daydreams that turned into wild fantasies that kept her vibrator busy, night after night.

  Now here she was, a lonely Aussie schoolteacher, naked in bed with a domineering stranger who was promising to teach her some very naughty, very sexy lessons.

  Who was she to refuse? For tonight, the teacher was going to be the student. Bring it on.

  She lowered herself to the mattress, not bothering to reach for the sheet. The look in her handsome stranger’s eyes told her it would be a waste of time.

  Reaching for her hands, he lifted them to the pillow and placed them beside her head. It was a pose of surrender, but she didn’t resist. She’d thrown up her white flag the moment she’d lain down.

  “Leave them there.”

  “Okay.”

  He paused, obviously waiting for something.


  “What’s wrong?” she asked, looking around.

  “When I give you an order, Amy, the proper response is ‘Yes Sir’.”

  “Oh yeah. Right. Got it.” She pasted on a look of innocence, knowing her reply would annoy him.

  “You don’t mess around, do you? Change of plans. Since you want to play the naughty girl, we’ll start with a punishment.”

  As he spoke, he lifted her. She wasn’t exactly a small woman. She liked her vegemite on toast as much as the next girl. Withholding that treat or counting calories wasn’t something she was willing to do. Regardless of the extra pounds, her handsome Sir picked her up as if she were stuffed with feathers, putting her on her stomach with ease.

  “Lift your ass.”

  “Excuse me?” She twisted her head to look at him over her shoulder.

  “Wrong answer. Again.” He gripped her hips none too gently, raising her. Then he forced her to bend her legs, resting her weight on her knees. The new position left her very exposed. And wet.

  She didn’t have time to consider what that meant before his hand struck her arse. It took her off-guard and it fucking hurt.

  She started to rise, but he placed a strong hand between her shoulder blades and pushed her face against the pillow.

  “Don’t move.”

  “I’ll bloody well do whatever I want,” she said as his hand landed against her sensitive flesh once more.

  “No. You won’t,” he said as he struck her twice more. She continued to struggle, but the man was strong as a horse. Amy’s arse was sore from his spanking, however, she couldn’t help but notice the heat was morphing into something infinitely less painful. She stopped resisting the blows. Her sudden capitulation caused him to cease striking her for just a moment. Then he picked up his rhythm again—his hand landing in different places along her buttocks and upper thighs. No slap was the same.

  Amy started squirming again, but this time, she wasn’t seeking escape. She was looking for relief.

  He must have recognized her need. Gripping one knee, he pulled her legs apart then ran his fingers along her damp slit. She heard him release a long breath, a whispered “oh yeah” mingling with the air.

  She gasped when he pressed two fingers inside her pussy. His actions were quick and forceful. After so many years with lovers who were too careful, too gentle, his rough claiming felt like a homecoming, only she was returning to a home she’d never seen.

  “Harder,” she begged.

  He took her at her word, adding another finger, increasing his pace. Amy’s fingers clenched the pillow beneath her head as she lifted her hips, shoving them against his delicious thrusts. He was fucking her into oblivion with no more than a spanking and his fingers. Bloody hell. Had she seriously considered refusing this gift?

  Gray spots formed behind her closed eyelids. She was going to come. Her body stiffened in preparation, but he retreated seconds before she could close the deal.

  “What the hell?” Impulse overrode common sense as Amy turned, ready to demand her due. “Don’t stop.”

  His arms were folded. “Still trying to give the orders?”

  “Fine,” she shrugged, wishing her voice didn’t sound so shaky. “I don’t need you to get what I want.”

  After too many months of abstinence, she’d become an expert at finding her own pleasure. She reached for her pussy.

  Strong hands grasped her wrists before she hit her target. “Wrong. You do.”

  Amy tried to free herself from his grip, but he was relentless. Within seconds, she was on her back, bound in the restraints once more. Her handsome stranger, still fully dressed, straddled her legs, completing the effect.

  Why does it feel so good being trapped beneath him?

  Because you’re not exactly small and girly, but he makes you feel that way. That’s why.

  “Had your fun?” he asked.

  “Not yet.”

  He grinned. “You’re a shitty submissive.”

  “No, I’m not. You strike me as the type of man who works hard for what he wants. Where’s the challenge if I just lay down?”

  He tilted his head. “Christ.” His brows creased. “You’re right.”

  She lifted her eyebrows, surprised he’d admit such a thing. Marc and Keith told her she was too independent and outspoken for her own good. More than once, they’d referred to her as a pushy cow.

  “I am?”

  He nodded slowly. “Fight me all you want, Amy. Just be warned, I’ll still win.”

  She yanked against his restraints, finding them too tight and definitely unbreakable. Yep. He was going to win.

  But the best part? She was too.

  He left the bed. Amy sucked in some much-needed air, curious as to what he would do next. He’d painted some naughty pictures in her mind with his talk of nipple clamps and vibrators.

  She glanced around the room wondering where he’d hidden his bag of tricks. Had he stowed it in the house prior to her arrival or carried it in with him tonight? Given the fact the restraints had already been attached to the bedframe, she suspected he’d set the scene earlier.

  Reaching for the buttons on his shirt, he slowly slipped each one from its hole. He knew she’d been on the verge of an orgasm. He obviously intended to punish her for her outspokenness by leaving her in need.

  Arsehole.

  God, he’s hot.

  At some point, he’d parted the curtains. Thankfully, the full moon was providing plenty of light for his sexy striptease. Once he shrugged off his shirt, he started on the fastening to his pants.

  No wonder he’d been able to pose her like a bloody Barbie doll. He was built. His arms were muscular and she’d take his six-pack over a half dozen ice-cold Toohey’s Dry any day.

  She licked her lips when he shoved his trousers down. Either he’d tugged the underwear off with the rough cotton or he went commando.

  Either way, she didn’t care.

  Holy. Fuck.

  The brief touches of his covered cock had teased her since she’d agreed to this adventure, but the too-quick rubs hadn’t really clued her in to what he was hiding beneath his pants.

  He didn’t return to the bed immediately. Instead, he let her look her fill like a man who was perfectly comfortable in his own skin. She was no stranger to cocky, self-confident men. Australia seemed to raise that breed in abundance, Marc and Keith leading the pack.

  Unfortunately, she’d never managed to attract that type back home.

  No. Scratch that. Attraction wasn’t part of it. Her list of dating prospects was lacking because Blue and Thomo had the annoying tendency of warning away men they didn’t think worthy of her. That practice ticked her off most of the time, but she couldn’t help noticing none of the men ever stuck around to fight for a date with her. And that pissed her off even more.

  Something told her that her best mates wouldn’t intimidate this man.

  He reached for his hard, thick cock and slowly stroked it, his gaze never leaving hers. Her fingers itched for a touch and her mouth watered for a taste.

  Bending forward, he dug around under the bed for something.

  Ah, so that was where he’d stashed his bag of tricks.

  Her mind whirled with curiosity, wondering what wonderful sexual torment he was plotting. She was disappointed when he came up with nothing more than a scarf.

  “I’m already tied up. Doesn’t that seem a bit redundant?”

  He chuckled, but didn’t respond. Instead, he lifted the silk to her eyes.

  Oh shit.

  Her heart had only just stopped racing. Now it kick-started back to life, pounding almost painfully as he tied the scarf in place. He knew his stuff. He’d managed to plunge her into complete darkness.

  Losing the use of her hands had been equal parts frightening and titillating, however, losing her sight was downright terrifying. And exhilarating.

  “What are you going to do?”

  His hand touched her throat and she jerked at the unexpected cares
s.

  “Shh,” he soothed. “Calm down, Amy. I promised I wouldn’t hurt you.”

  “Yeah right. And then you spanked my arse. It’s still on fire, by the way.”

  Her words seemed to remind him of his earlier actions. His fingers drifted along her side, not stopping until they reached her hip.

  When he spoke, his breath tickled her cheek. When had he leaned so close? “You like the fire and the pain. Those hurts don’t count.”

  She wanted to ask him what qualified if that didn’t, but deep inside, she already knew the answer. “Tell me your name.” It bothered her that she didn’t know. He’d told her to call him Sir, but she wanted more of him than that. Maybe the original fantasy had been sex with a stranger, but somewhere along the course of the evening, it had changed. Now she only wanted sex with him.

  “You know my name.”

  She wanted to push the issue, but he was right. Harper had designed this night according to her desires. It would be wrong to change the game now.

  “Fine. I want you to touch me.” She hesitated for only a second before adding, “Sir.”

  “Very nice. I think that deserves a reward.”

  A reward sounded wonderful. Hell, given how hot her punishment had left her, she felt optimistic this was going to be good.

  When his lips latched to her nipple, sucking gently, she sighed. She was right. This was very good. Soon, he increased the suction until she cried out. Then he turned his attention to her other nipple, repeating the process.

  Amy squeezed her legs together, the pressure in her pussy building until it was almost painful. She’d been too close before. Her body hadn’t forgotten, or forgiven him for pulling up short.

  “Please,” she whispered.

  “Too soon. We haven’t pushed any of those limits yet.”

  “I don’t care. I need more.”

  He returned to her nipple, but this time it wasn’t his lips that issued the sexy pain, it was his teeth. He nipped at her distended flesh as she groaned and tugged against the restraints. She suddenly missed the use of her hands. She wanted to press his lips and teeth against her breasts and force him to do her bidding. Then she’d push him lower, demanding he use that sexy mouth where it would do the most good.