Her Cowboy

by Kat Catesby

  “You are very talented where my cock is concerned but I was being serious, Bill and Moira are impressed with your work and you seem to have settled in really well. Are you happy?” It’s hard to answer his question when I’m distracted by the tent in his jeans but with a monumental effort, I focus on his face and to what he asked.

  Bill and Moira are the Ranch and Lodge managers respectively and are important to Ash, so their approval means a lot. Ash bought this place with his parents as a joint venture but they were killed in a car accident shortly after. Even though Ash was a fully-grown man at the time, Bill and Moira took him under their wing and over the years have become sort of surrogate parents to him. He has a lot of love and respect for them and because of that, this place has a real family-run vibe to it. The guests really respond to that feeling of family and I’m thrilled to feel a part of it.

  “More than I can say,” I answer honestly.

  “Good.” And with a dangerous twinkle in his eye, he closes and locks the office door.

  Wetness floods my core. I know that look. That heated gaze melts my synapses in seconds leaving me ravenous for his touch.

  Asher picks me up from my chair, wrapping my legs around his waist and crushes my lips with his; his tongue demanding entry and taking it…claiming me with masterful strokes. He lowers us onto a soft rug in the corner of the office. I’m so desperate for him already even though he took me thoroughly this morning. It seems my addiction to his lovemaking needs sating every few hours. Frantically, I tear at the buttons of his shirt to feel the hot, hard ridges of his muscles before trailing my hands lower to tug open his belt and jeans. His fingers have already found my soaked, aching core, having lifted my skirt and pulled my panties to the side to expose me. This need is furious and desperate; there’s no sensual foreplay or removal of clothes, only the pure, carnal need to fuck.

  Freeing him from his boxers I line up his massive cock head with my slick opening and he drives home with one powerful buck of his hips. Having that beautiful, thick cock of his slamming forcefully into my shaking pussy is like nothing I’ve ever experienced. All conscious thought flees my mind and I’m nothing more than sensation and need.

  Ash sets a furious, punishing rhythm that has me arching into him, clawing at his back and screaming like a woman possessed. A woman possessed by her man and his gigantic cock. A woman fucked to an almost painful climax in the best quickie of the goddamn century.

  When he takes me like this, so utterly and desperately, I feel complete.

  I need this man in me.

  Filling me.

  Claiming me.

  * * *

  Sometime after dinner and yet another amazing fuck on the floor in front of the fire in the lounge of Ash’s ranch house, the topic of the weekend comes up.

  I don’t know why this makes me nervous. We are a couple but we’ve made no plans so far so I don’t know what the status quo is supposed to be. Do we spend it together? Does he need some space? Does he already have plans? What do I do about the text Maddie just sent me? I’ve not seen her all week so should probably make time for her this weekend.

  I needn’t have worried though; like everything Asher does, the weekend conversation was covered with confidence and ease.

  “Unless you have plans baby, this Sunday you are all mine.”

  “You have something in mind, Cowboy?”

  “Maybe somethin’ that involves not leaving the bedroom ma’am,” he leans down and kisses me suggestively. Deep, long strokes of his tongue that have me worked up and ready to go again in seconds.

  “Fuck waiting till Sunday,” I murmur against his plush lips. He groans and pulls my body flush with his so I can feel the hard length of his erection.

  That thing is barely ever flaccid.

  “Baby, I would fuck you all weekend, believe me, but I have an appointment that I can’t get out of tomorrow. If I could, I would.” He looks genuinely upset that he can’t spend the whole weekend inside me. The man has an insatiable appetite…lucky for him, so do I.

  “Don’t worry about it, Cowboy. I need to see Maddie tomorrow anyway. We can meet up in the evening and fuck like uncontrollable, horny teenagers then.”

  Ash’s laugh echoes through the large lounge and the sound feels like home.

  I snuggle in closer to his side, the heat of his skin and the pure masculine scent of him calming me to my core as the log fire crackles next to us. I’m not sure why we even lit a fire; our sex is hot enough to keep my body blazing all night long.

  Just as I think we’re going to drift off to sleep in the tangle of soft blankets right here on the floor, Asher breaks the silence with his deep voice.

  “How did you discover it?”

  “Huh?” I’m not sure I follow as I rub the sleep out of my eyes and try to focus.

  “Your kink. When? How? I’m basically asking what led you to my bed,” he winks.

  “I’m guessing you mean prior to David?”

  “Definitely. I’m talking about when you were first curious; what did you do on your path of sexual self-discovery?”

  I sit up so that I can look him directly in the eye. “I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours?”

  “That’s generally how a relationship works,” he teases. I love playful Asher. It’s a side he doesn’t show many people and I can’t help but take comfort in the knowledge that he shares that part of himself with me.

  “I was very lucky growing up. I had the loving support of my parents and a great set of friends – no fake bitches in sight. My formative years were blessed with positive reinforcement and confidence. I grew up knowing myself and being unafraid of it. My mother always said ‘if it brings you pleasure and happiness and it doesn’t cause harm or hurt to others, then it can’t possibly be wrong’. I took those words to heart so, when I met Maddie at college and we started confiding in each other about the sort of things we liked, I didn’t feel judged or conflicted. I felt empowered to explore because I truly believed that it couldn’t be wrong. I didn’t have to worry about some hypothetical moral dilemma, I had the confidence to just go with it.

  “We discovered a sex club not far from campus and started exploring our sexuality. I caught the eye of a senior Dom early on and agreed to try subbing for him. I learned a lot about what I liked under his tutelage but also a lot about what I didn’t. He was into exhibitionism and although I’ve done it a few times, it’s not really my scene. One night he really wanted to play in public and I really didn’t. He felt that my disagreeable attitude was my way of crying out for a good spanking, to be reminded who was in charge. The spanking was also to be done in the public section of the club while I was tied to a bench. I let him hit me once before I realized that it would never have the desired effect on me; I felt pissed off that he got to decide what arbitrary line I’d apparently crossed and earned myself a punishment for. Who was he to make that sort of decision? I know that some women get off on it but I’ve since realized that I’m the sort of feminist who believes in equality and having my ass spanked raw because of some rule made up on the spot by my lover isn’t equality…not when the sub never gets the chance to punish her Dom when he’s acting like a dick. It’s not a power exchange I can get behind; I realized that pain and punishment weren’t my kind of kink so safe-worded then and there. He untied me so quickly and was attentive and concerned about my welfare but I nearly punched him in the face with how angry I was. I think I told him if he ever laid a finger on me in punishment again, I would rip his balls off and feed them to him while I paddled his ass until it blistered.”

  At this, Ash roars with laughter. “You actually said that? What did the poor guy do next?”

  “Poor guy? Why on earth is he garnering sympathy here?” I shove him playfully.

  “Because you are one hell of a catch and you publicly dumped his ass and humiliated him.”

  “After he tried humiliating me.”

  “Yes, but you were still discoverin’ your limits and instead of say
ing ‘yellow’ or whatever and talkin’ him through what you were feeling, you ended it. Publicly.”

  “Yeah, I figured he’d appreciate the audience,” We chuckle at my joke.

  “You still haven’t told me what he said,” he probes.

  “He diplomatically told me that he didn’t think our kinks were aligned.”

  “Poor guy.”

  “After I spent some time reflecting on the whole thing, I realized I could’ve handled it better and I did apologize to him for not communicating better with him. He was gracious about it; he was really into the lifestyle and I think he was looking for a ‘round-the-clock’ type sub and that’s just not me. I like the freedom of being tied up and having my sexual desires fulfilled without me having to think about them. That doesn’t include spankings for being a ‘naughty girl’.”

  “Baby, I have to ask – and please don’t be mad – but, how did a woman so self-assured and fiery get snared by a loser like David?” I can see the hesitation in his eyes and the worry that this may be one question too far but it’s not like I haven’t asked myself this a million times.

  I take a calming breath, the warm scent of hot male and musk, the remnants of his aftershave and the potent smell of sex envelop me. It’s a powerful combination and gives me the courage to answer. “Shortly after I graduated, my parents took a sailing vacation with two of their friends. Their boat was lost at sea in an unexpected storm. All four bodies washed up a couple of days later and I officially became an orphan.”

  “I’m so sorry, Sunshine. I know how it feels to lose your parents and I hate that you have to live with that pain.”

  “It’s definitely something I wish we didn’t have in common. They were all taken before their time and it’s just another reminder that sometimes, the world really sucks.

  “In the months that followed their deaths, I spent more time at the club where I felt comfortable and safe and that’s when I met David. In hindsight, I think he chose me because my defenses were down and, in my grief, I couldn’t see him for what he really was. He gave me the security I’d missed since my parents died but it blinded me to the true extent of his toxic depravity.”

  Asher holds me close throughout, stroking my skin with his rough fingers, swirling delicate patterns across my sensitive flesh.

  “He’s never going to hurt you again, you know that right? Not on my watch. I’ll kill that fucker before I let him lay a finger on you.” His voice practically growls his assertion. I believe him. David would be a fool to track me down. A dead fool.

  “I’ve told you mine, tell me yours.”

  There’s a momentary pause. Hurt flashes through the golden depths of his eyes. It’s brief, but it’s there.

  “I had a girlfriend, Sylvie, Freshman year of college. She was a virgin. Completely inexperienced. Was too afraid to even touch herself. She didn’t know where to start, what she wanted, what she liked and would get upset if I asked because not knowing the answers, to her, just highlighted her inexperience more. She told me to take control and enlighten her because she didn’t want to keep overthinking and worrying about it. So, I took complete control of our sex life and I liked it. More than liked it. I can’t describe the thrill it gave me to be the one responsible for her pleasure. For her to trust me so intimately. It was a heady combination and I fell in love with her fast and hard. Slowly we introduced toys and eventually bondage. I thought we were on the same page but it turns out she only let me tie her up to make me happy, not herself. Bondage is for the enjoyment of both parties but she didn’t enjoy it and she didn’t tell me. Eventually, she unilaterally decided that I couldn’t live without kink and she wanted to, so she left me. I’m not ashamed to say she broke my heart. I didn’t see it comin’. She didn’t talk to me, so I had no idea how she felt until she stormed out of my life. Katie, that’s why I need you to know that I can live without kink and I would rather do that than lose you. Do you understand?”

  I answer with a searing kiss. I can’t stand to think about Ash broken-hearted. I understand Sylvie’s fear but the bitch broke my man’s heart. I suppose I should be grateful that she was too stupid to talk it through with him because now he’s mine and not hers.

  Shit, I’m territorial over him.

  Doubt pierces my heart in a flash. What if she did want him back? He loved her; she’ll always hold a spot in his heart even if it’s a painful one. Knowing what I do now, I realize that Asher is my first true love and it sits like lead in my stomach that I’m not his. I’m too terrified to admit out loud to him how deeply I’ve fallen but my face must betray my inner turmoil and like always, Ash reads it and gives me exactly what I need.

  “Baby, look at me,” he holds my chin between his thumb and forefinger and tilts my head back and locks me with his gaze, his thumb gently caressing my bottom lip. “Sylvie wouldn’t even register in my mind if she passed us in the street because all I can think about is you. She and I were an adolescent kind of love; yeah it hurt that she didn’t trust me or talk to me, but she’s nothing more than a memory; she’s not the woman for me.”

  My chest tightens at the prospect that maybe I’m the woman for him but he doesn’t say any more. I exhale the tight little breath I was holding and swallow the lump of disappointment.

  “Is that why you only did casual affairs?” I ask instead.

  “Yeah. Can’t get hurt if you don’t care in the first place.”

  Yeah, Sylvie left her mark alright. I’m the first girlfriend since her and intend to be the last; I vow to never hurt him the way she did.

  * * *

  The next morning, we oversleep slightly so there’s not enough time to satisfy each other before we separate for the day. This leaves me antsier than I thought it would and once again, a little bewildered at how quickly Ash got under my skin. I also notice that despite the epic amounts of sex – I don’t think I’ve ever been fucked so thoroughly or so much – I’m surprisingly well-rested.

  I managed to get over the worst of my nightmares in recent months; their severity had lessened massively and I no longer wake up screaming and swimming in sweat. But they haven’t left completely. I still have a couple a week but on a much smaller scale. They’re the kind that if they wake me, I can roll back over to sleep reasonably quickly or they don’t wake me at all, but I know I’ve had one because I’m exhausted the next day from all the tossing and turning I did in the night.

  This week I’ve had none. Perhaps my body is so exhausted from all the sex with Ash that I physically can’t have a nightmare? Or perhaps it’s something more profound keeping my darkness at bay? I suspect it’s the latter.

  Either way, I’m awake and energetic – if not a little horny – and ready to head out and see Maddie. Her message was a little cryptic. It didn’t say what she needed me for, only that it was really important for me to be at hers for ten a.m.

  Considering she’s a half-hour drive from here, I’m only just going to make it.

  With a minute to spare I rock up at Maddie’s apartment and she buzzes me in.

  She really is the queen of apartment Tetris. Her place is small but looks like one of those chic little apartment displays they set up in Ikea. Her interior design skills amaze me but I guess she’s had time to work on it as she’s not mentioned anything working out on the job front.

  “I see how it is,” she says in that suspicious tone of hers as she closes the apartment door behind me and I flop down on the small sofa. “You’ve replaced me with a certain cowboy’s cock, haven’t you?” Her teasing causes me to blush deeply. “Otherwise you’d have been calling and texting your best girl but aside from a few messages it’s been radio silence.”

  “I have been messaging you,” she arches one perfect eyebrow at me and I admit defeat. “Okay,” I sigh, “not as much as normal, but there are only so many hours in the day for work, messaging and fucking,” I grin.

  “Girl, if all you needed was cock, I’d have bought a strap on and pleased you myself.”

 
I laugh and throw a cushion at her. The funny thing is, she probably would have and deep down I’m kinky enough that I probably would have let her. Maddie and I are super close but not in a sisterly way where we can’t talk about sex in front of each other. We’ve never been uncomfortable with each other’s sexual exploits. In college, we both went to a sex party and I watched her getting thoroughly fucked on the kitchen counter by two guys and it was one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen. Watching Maddie in the throes of ecstasy is something to behold. It was so fucking arousing that I stuck my fingers up my skirt and into my panties and got myself off…until someone knelt down in front of me and ate my pussy until I came all over their face. It’s one of the few times I didn’t mind getting off publicly. I remember gripping their hair as I came hard and realizing that they had soft, long hair and that the person with the talented tongue going down on me was a woman. Maddie told me later that night that she couldn’t tear her eyes away from my girl on girl action. That it was just as hot watching me as it was for me watching her. Maybe that makes our friendship weird but we wouldn’t have it any other way. We are who we are.

  This was before David; when I was more sexually open and it was the hottest experience of my life…well up until Asher fucked his way onto the scene. Nothing competes with him. Not even the vaguely arousing notion of Maddie with a strap on.

  “Sorry to disappoint Mads, but it’s the man attached to the cock that I’m addicted to. Or at least I’m as addicted to him as I am his massive dick.”

  “I’ll put the strap on back in the closet then,” she grins.

  “Probably for the best. I’m the monogamous type.”

  “How would you know unless you’ve tried polyamorous?”

  “If you really want to be my girlfriend Mads, I can ask Ash if he’s up for it.”

  “I love you but no. Thanks for the offer but I want a big cock of my own,” she laughs.

  I’ve missed her banter.

  “Seriously though, you are happy? He treats you right?”

  “I am Mads and he really does. I never knew a relationship could be so good. I don’t know how he does it but he’s protective without being overbearing, cherishes me without smothering me and takes care of me without making me feel incapable or pathetic for wanting it. And the sex…fuck me it’s so hot.”