His Untamed Love (Cuffs and Spurs Book 4)

by Anya Summers

  “We have some cousins down in Bozeman, Montana, whom we see every couple of years for Christmas and the like. I know they’re coming to Mason’s wedding this summer. Eggs are ready. Why don’t you take this and have a seat?” Cole said, handing her a plate filled with eggs and bacon. He ushered her over to the table and got her to start eating while he served himself.

  “What’s on your agenda today?” she asked.

  “That’s one of the reasons I came by today. I have an overnight fishing trip tonight but wanted to see if you’d be up for going to the club with me tomorrow night,” he said, munching on some crisp bacon.

  “Really? You’re going to take me?” she asked, a little breathless at the thought.

  “Didn’t you say you wanted to attend?”

  “Yes, but I didn’t think you would actually take me.”

  “I don’t know what kind of guy you dated before, but I’m not him. If I say I will do something, I will. It may be on my timetable and not yours, but my word is my bond and something I won’t break,” Cole said.

  “I’ll keep that in mind.”

  “Good. So we will go tomorrow night. Be ready at eight. It’s a short drive into town. I have a dress for you that I borrowed from Emily that I would appreciate you wearing. It should fit you just fine.”

  “All right. Anything else?” she asked, sighing over the melt-in-your-mouth bite of biscuit.

  “No. We’ll do an easy scene. Since you’ve enjoyed discipline as much as you have, I plan on using a flogger on you. But that’s about it,” he murmured, demolishing the food on his plate.

  “I see.” The thought of him taking his hand to her butt again, even with an implement, caused heat to flare in her nether regions. Mia rose from her seat but instead of heading back into the kitchen, she did something that startled even her. She straddled Cole’s lap.

  He gave a husky chuckle and his hands cupped her ass. “Need something, city girl?”

  “If you don’t mind. It’s been a few days and all, and I need you.”

  “I can certainly oblige. I should have enough time to fuck you brainless at least twice before I need to meet my clients.”

  Oh goody. Her nipples hardened. Her pussy pulsed. And her blood hummed in anticipation. Her hands slid up his chest, loving the feel of his ripcord muscles as they flexed beneath her fingers.

  Cole’s mouth claimed hers in a heady tangle of tongue and teeth as she worked to undo the buttons on his shirt. She craved his flesh, needing him in a way that defied all logic. His rough hands slid the edges of her nightgown up her thighs to her butt. He palmed her rear, his hands massaging the firm globes.

  It had never been this good with any man before. Cole kissed her, touched her, and an effusive joy spread through her. Mia’s broken parts, her heart and soul that had been ripped to shreds, were mending with every deft, sure stroke of his tongue inside her mouth. Their tongues touched, and unmitigated bliss flowed through her.

  Her hands slid up the smooth column of his neck, threading into the thick strands of his hair to hold herself steady. His fingers shifted the flimsy cotton material of her panties aside. The pads of his fingers teased her sex, parting her labia and grazing her bud. She moaned into his mouth as two fingers penetrated her sheath while his thumb rubbed lazy circles around her clit.

  Cole’s mouth left hers and scorched a fiery trail down her neck.

  Her hips writhed as she rode his plunging fingers. She needed more, needed his thick cock. But the man knew precisely how to drive her body to the brink of pleasurable insanity. He added a third and then a fourth finger as he thrust, knowing just the right amount of pressure to use on her G-spot. Her clit swelled as his thumb scraped over her nub.

  Cole’s mouth closed over the hard peak of one areola and bit down. Pleasure coursed through her. Mia’s head fell back. She arched her torso, feeding him more of her breast. She could feel the edges of her climax approaching and undulated her hips, reveling in the eroticism, in Cole and the way he seemed to know just how to love her.

  His fingers thrust over and over. Her pussy spasmed and she keened.

  Her hips continued meeting his thrusting hand as she rode the waves of passion.

  “You’re so fucking beautiful, Mia,” he exclaimed huskily.

  He withdrew his fingers from her sheath and she whimpered. But then he stood, carrying her in his arms. He headed by the front door and grabbed a bag, hefting it along with her before striding back into her bedroom.

  He set her on the bed and said, “As lovely as the nightgown is, I want you naked.”

  “What’s in the bag?” she asked, tugging the gown over her head.

  Cole smirked. “This is my goody bag, city girl. And I brought it with me just in case. I’m glad I did. Give me your hands.”

  She didn’t hesitate. And the warmth in his gaze, the praise she found reflected in his dark depths, spread through her like molten molasses.

  He proceeded to fasten a pair of chocolate brown leather cuffs around each wrist. The interiors were lined with a velvety soft material that caressed her skin.

  Then he drew her arms behind her back and connected the cuffs together.

  He positioned her on her knees and then pushed her chest down. “Now that’s a lovely sight. Fuck, I’m hard as a rock seeing you in my cuffs.”

  Cole disrobed and climbed onto the bed behind her, then a dollop of cool lube was poured over her anus. She gasped. She’d loved anal sex with him. If he was going to screw her back channel, she was on board. When his finger pressed against the tight muscles, she bit her bottom lip at the swath of pleasure flooding her body. Once his finger glided in and out with ease, he withdrew the digit and replaced it with something else. She whimpered as he pressed it forward.

  “Relax, deep breaths. It’s just a butt plug that will stretch your pretty back channel for me while I fuck your pussy,” he commanded.

  She did as he ordered. And, with each breath, she relaxed into the pressure of the cone-shaped plug until it finally slid home with a pop. It felt so different from his cock and fingers—not bad, just different. Her back channel was on fire as it gripped the plug.

  “Good, city girl,” he said. Then he shifted and swiped the bulbous head of his cock through her crease. His hands grasped her hips and he thrust, penetrating her sheath.

  Holy smokes! The plug made her pussy tighter. The combination caused her nerve endings to erupt and flare in a riot of pleasure with his intrusion.

  Cole thrust deep, until every thick inch of his cock was buried inside her pussy. Mia felt so full, nearly stretched to breaking point at the double penetration. Her nipples swelled. She panted at the pleasure swirling inside her and wondered if it was possible to expire from too much pleasure.

  Cole canted his hips and withdrew his shaft until only the tip remained inside, then slammed home with a hard thrust. Mia moaned at the exquisite pleasure. He did the slow, hard undulation a second time, and then a third.

  “Cole, please… Sir?” she whispered in a pained, needy gasp.

  “Tell me what you want, city girl,” he demanded, his voice rumbling across her spine. His strokes were measured and vigorous. She clenched the hands tied behind her back into fists. A simple caress and she was lost. When he loved her like this, she couldn’t deny him. Cole had only to skillfully touch her and she became this needy, wanton woman she barely recognized. And all she cared about was that he screw her brains out.

  “Well?” he said, whacking her bottom as his cock glided with ruthless precision.

  “Fuck me. Hard and fast and please don’t stop,” she cried.

  He gripped her hair in his hand and tugged, leaning over her back. “And how do you ask for things, city girl?” He rolled his hips, pumping his dick in mighty strokes.

  Mia moaned. “Please, Sir,” she begged with a whimper.

  He nipped her earlobe and said, “That’s more like it.”

  He straightened and, keeping one hand gripping her hair, the other on her
hip, he increased his pace. He thrust and withdrew, shuttling his cock in and out of her quivering heat. With the solid presence of the plug in her anus, and his cock pounding her channel, every nerve ending Mia had electrified. She hadn’t realized lovemaking could be like this—all-consuming, pulse pounding need where everything else slipped away except carnal ecstasy.

  Over and over he pounded, the reverberations sending waves of pleasure headlong through her body. Her pussy clenched his shaft, attempting to draw him deeper. Her back channel pulsed around the plug. He smacked her ass with his palm, causing a ricochet effect to her entire system. Her pussy spasmed, her ass quaked, and her body achieved liftoff.

  “Cole,” she wailed. Ecstasy riddled her in lacerating waves. Blinding white light explosions went off beneath her eyelids.

  He grunted as he pumped his hips, rocking inside her spasming sheath until her climax was spent. Then he withdrew the plug from her ass. At the feel of his crown entering her back channel, her eyes rolled back in her head.

  “Oh God,” she moaned.

  Cole thrust deep, seating his length in fully inside her tight back channel, then proceeded to fuck her. It was raw and as untamed as the man himself. Mia moaned, the sound nearly animalistic.

  His groans mixed with hers. But then he bent over her back, changing the angle of his thrusts, making them so much deeper. His hand cupped her chin and his mouth closed over hers, drinking her moans.

  And in that moment, Mia knew she’d ceded him everything: her body, her heart, and her soul.

  When her climax hit, stars burst behind her lids. Her body quaked. Spasms erupted in her ass and her pussy.

  Cole roared, his shaft jerked and flooded her rear with his semen, “Ahhh, Mia.” He thrust, moving inside her quivering sheath as tremors rocketed through his body. He glided and rocked his hips until the last vestiges of his orgasm were spent before he lay limp and sated against her back, holding her close as their heartrates returned to normal.

  Feeling a kiss against her shoulder, she groaned when Cole straightened and withdrew his shaft. Then he undid the cuffs and rubbed life back into her arms. Mia rolled onto her back, glancing at him with heavy lids.

  He hovered over her. “As much as I would love to stay, I have to meet my clients in thirty minutes. Be ready for me tomorrow night.”

  “Um hmm. Sir, yes, Sir,” she said.

  “I’m serious.”

  “I know. Enjoy the fish,” she murmured and leaned up, brushing her lips over his. Cole returned her kiss, delving his tongue inside her mouth to tangle heatedly with hers. The torrid nature of their kiss, the way his mouth moved possessively over hers, made her feel as if he was claiming her for good, proving once and for all that he was her master.

  He lifted his head. “Try not to get into any trouble while I’m away.”

  “I’ll have you know the only trouble I’ve gotten into around here has been with you. So you should at least be considered a co-conspirator and the corrupting influence.” She gave him an arch smirk.

  “Just wait until you see how much I’ve corrupted you tomorrow night,” he replied huskily, giving her a quick kiss and then climbing off the bed. He gathered his clothes and started dressing.

  Mia was content to watch him. “I fear that you’ve ruined me.”

  Shrugging into his shirt he asked, “In what way?”

  “I don’t think I will ever be satisfied by another man,” she admitted and then blushed. She couldn’t believe she’d admitted that out loud. But she’d never been one for games.

  Cole studied her intently, not giving her a hint as to his thoughts. “Be good and try not to get into any trouble,” he said again. He laid the cuffs on her nightstand. “Wear these with the dress I left for you in the living room.”

  “I will,” she murmured. Cole hefted his goody bag, glanced at her from the doorway, gave her a sexy smirk, and then left.

  When she heard the front door of the cabin open and shut, Mia flopped back down on her bed. She couldn’t believe she’d made the bonehead move of admitting how much he’d come to mean to her. Without saying the L word.

  And he’d not said anything about her admission. Did that mean he felt the same way, or that he was just having a good time while she was here?

  Chapter 23

  By eight that evening, Mia was ravenous. And more than that, while she was not exactly out of the quagmire yet, the strain she’d been under for months was lessening. So much so that instead of avoiding her agent’s phone call today, she had answered. She’d been with Jim Cavenaugh from the beginning and the excitement in his voice at hearing she was on the last hundred pages had been palpable.

  And she had written more today. The character who had seemed bound and determined not to talk to her, suddenly wouldn’t shut up. Not that she was complaining, because for the first time in months, she could actually see the end in sight.

  Mia departed her cabin, hoping she could grab a bite from the restaurant. If not, she’d be forced to drive into Jackson Hole and search for a place to eat. She would need to head to the store tomorrow morning before she began her work day and restock her supplies. Even after her mountain sojourn with Cole, her supplies were running thin.

  The air was crisp and the snow at the lower elevation had melted away. But here in the mountains, once the sun set, the temperature tended to dip down, even when it was as pleasant as it had been today, with temperatures reaching into the sixties and clear, sunny skies. A far cry from the conditions a few short days ago.

  This land was untamed. Unwilling to bend to encroaching civilization and modernization. Out here, nature was still king. As much as she felt like a lamb dropped amid a pack of lions on the Serengeti plains with her lack of outdoor survival skills, this place had captured her and soothed her in ways the view from her apartment overlooking Lake Michigan never did.

  She loved Chicago. She’d grown up there. There was nothing in the world quite like a slice of deep dish pizza or watching her favorite sports teams play. There were museums and culture, and some of the best restaurants in the world. But Mia had always felt disconnected and a little apart from everyone. She’d been the odd girl growing up. The one without parents who everyone had thought was a little weird.

  Books had been her salvation. They’d given her a world outside of herself and the problems inherent within it.

  But Chicago had just been her corner of the universe. She had never really considered there could be another place that she would like more. That would feel more right to her.

  She wondered if it felt that way because of Cole, because she’d been so damn lonely and bereft since her aunt died. Having the bottom fall out of her life with Joe and the university so soon afterward, she had been so lost.

  It wasn’t any wonder she’d not been able to write. She’d felt like an abandoned orphan without anyone there to care whether she lived or died. No one to call for help or to worry if she didn’t make it home.

  She’d been abandoned by everyone she thought had mattered or whom she mattered to. It was sobering to discover that you were merely a passing thought.

  Mia wiped the moisture from her eyes and entered the Elkhorn Restaurant. The place was elegant, with its cedar wood and crisp white table linens. It was also deserted.

  “Hello,” she said, walking around the tables, hoping for a sign of life.

  Near the kitchen doors she heard the distinct sound of female voices. Curious and starving, she pushed through the door.

  “Tibby, seriously, it couldn’t be that bad.”

  “It was. You have no idea how much you lucked out with Master Mason. I swear, if the available Dom pool doesn’t improve at Cuffs & Spurs, I might expire from a severe lack of orgasms.”

  Both women laughed.

  Mia spied a tall blonde with her back to her and the woman she had met with Cole’s brother the other day. What was her name? Emily, Chef Emily, that was it. They were both wearing ivory chef’s jackets and hats. Emily wore tan leggings a
nd sensible black sneakers. The blonde wore slicked on jeans and black leather boots that stopped just below her knees.

  “Um, excuse me, I don’t mean to intrude,” Mia said, finding her voice before their private conversation went any further.

  Emily’s gaze flicked over to where Mia stood inside the doorway and widened in surprise at finding her there. Yelping, the blonde amazon whirled around with a blush spreading over her golden skin.

  “Um, hi, sorry, I was just hoping that the restaurant was still open, but it looks like you’re closed for the night.” Mia clasped her hands together. A surge of anxiety swamped her and a trickle of sweat rolled down the middle of her back. Not now. She couldn’t have a panic attack now, in front of others, in front of veritable strangers. Her breathing grew shallow, and she worried she would start to hyperventilate and pass out. Not good. She didn’t know what to do. She’d never been anything but socially awkward.

  “We are, unfortunately,” Emily replied.

  “About what you heard…” the blonde, Tibby, started to explain.

  Mia shook her head and held up a hand. “You don’t owe me an explanation. I intruded on a private conversation and it was rude of me not to announce my presence. But if you don’t mind my asking, is Cuffs & Spurs that bad? I only ask because I’m going for the first time tomorrow night and would like to know what to expect.”

  Tibby glanced at Emily with a golden brow arched. Emily shrugged with a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. “Cole’s taking her.”

  Tibby’s demeanor transformed and the tension in her frame softened. “Whew! I didn’t know how I was going to explain that faux pas, and Spencer would have probably put me up on that bull as punishment, sadistic bastard that he is. Any sub who has wrangled Master Cole—Mister Non-Commitment himself—into a relationship, well, I bow to your expertise and whatever you and your magic crotch worked on that man.”