Her Cowboy

by Kat Catesby

  Suddenly the blindfold is whipped away from my eyes, causing me to blink and squint in the bright light of the morning sun streaming in from the panoramic windows. Ash’s handsome face fills my vision, concern etching his features and he must see the pain in the depths of my baby blues because he swiftly loosens and gently removes the clamps. He massages the tender peaks against the first sting of blood rushing back into them and the throbbing ache that follows. Normally I like this sensation, the reminder that we’ve played and that the sensitive aftershocks continue well after we’ve spent ourselves but today it’s different. My pregnancy has changed how my body processes pleasure, our tiny baby making itself known and that thought, the early physical reminder that I’m carrying our child brings a beautiful happy tear to my eye.

  Ash mistakes my display of emotion as distress and rushes to release me from my bondage. He’s on his knees in seconds, unbuckling and gently rubbing each ankle free from the spreader bar and removing my teetering stilettos. Gingerly, he places my feet on the floor and stands to untie my wrists. His hands firmly trace the curves of my body, ready to catch me if I become too unsteady.

  “I’ve got you, baby,” he murmurs against my lips, his hands continuing to travel up until he unhooks the rope. My body slumps forwards into his and Ash picks me up, legs around his waist, chest sagging against his, and carries me over to the fire. He sits down on a soft rug with me in his lap, my shoulders shaking as the blood returns to the stretched muscles. With deft fingers, he unties the rope from my wrists and then massages my arms from my shoulders to my fingertips, only pausing to unhook my bra and discard it.

  Once my breathing calms and the ache in my muscles relax, Ash moves his fingers to the ties of my panties and, holding the black ribbon between his thumb and forefinger, undoes the bow with teasing slowness.

  My soaked panties fall away, leaving me naked in Ash’s arms while he whispers seductively in my ear. “Talk to me baby, what happened?”

  Asher

  The adrenaline rush of what we’d just done still pounds through my veins. My cock is still engorged with a burning need for my woman, but not even that was enough to stop me hearing the pain in her voice when she begged for the clamps to be removed.

  We’ve played with all of today’s sexual elements before but this is the first time we put everything together in such an overwhelming capacity. The first time we’ve played with the spreader bar, the first time I’ve clamped her nipples and blindfolded her at the same time. And, the first time I’ve strung her up and filled both her ass and cunt in such a restrained position.

  Maybe we should’ve taken our time combining so many filthy kinks in one go, but walking out of the shower and seeing a scantily clad Katie and an assortment of toys destroyed any resolve I may have had…especially when she gave me the all-clear from the doctor.

  Katie is my queen of tease; those perky rosebud nipples peeking out from the slits in her lacy bra, the fact that her thong had a similar peek-a-boo slit right across her beautiful, blushing pussy, all complemented by the killer black stilettos…yeah, I was a fuckin’ goner. My dick was hard in seconds and when I eyed that she wanted to be blindfolded, spread, tied, clamped and double penetrated, I nearly came on the fucking spot.

  The most beautiful thing about her sexual submission is that it’s not just for me; Katie is so fucking hot for our games that I can visibly see her arousal dripping down her thighs. I could smell the thick scent of her the moment I walked out the bathroom and all she’d done to herself was dress in a seriously sexy lingerie set and eagerly await my response, which was instant and all-consuming.

  It was so hard refraining from slamming my cock home in her welcoming heat the second I saw her but the sounds of her screaming my name in sheer, undiluted ecstasy made it worth the ache in my balls. I almost couldn’t lick that greedy cunt fast enough; I wanted to savor every drop of her sticky honey but Katie gets so wet for me, it’s almost impossible.

  Her climax saw her pussy gush with desire and I was all too happy to drink from my woman while she came hard on my face, her desire running down my chin and her thighs, coating us both. It made the first thrust into her eager channel as smooth as butter, even with a plug filling her ass.

  So perfect.

  So tight.

  I could feel it seated inside her as I began my thrusts, rubbing me through the thin internal wall between her ass and pussy. God, it felt like heaven. Barely enough room for both me and the toy, her cunt clenching like a vice – again, I nearly lost control and shot my load. Especially when her pussy convulsed with her second orgasm; it almost hurt it was so powerful.

  But then the moaning stopped and her little alarmed voice begged for me to remove the clamps.

  We play and sexually explore – a lot – so I know she can take more pressure from nipple clamps than I gave her, and for a lot longer.

  At that moment, her trembling words made my heart pound for a whole different reason; I couldn’t untie her fast enough, quietly panicking on the inside that I’d crossed the line and hurt her. The only saving grace for my poor, adrenaline battered heart was that she didn’t safe-word. She wasn’t approaching a limit that she needed me to pull back from; it’s almost as if the pleasure from her climax was too much and made her nipples too sensitive.

  Now I have her cradled naked in my arms, the flickering flames from the fire warming our skin – not that we aren’t already hot enough – and me begging her to talk to me, to explain what happened so that I can avoid it happening again. We make love and fuck intensely, but I’ve never caused her pain before and I never want to again. I need to know where I went wrong.

  Katie’s breathing begins to even out, even though her hips undulate gently against my still-erect dick that’s sandwiched between us. Yeah, I’m worried about her but my cock didn’t get the memo. Or maybe that’s just how we are around each other when we’re naked? Her unconsciously rocking her pussy along my length and me as eager as a rocket to launch myself inside her, no matter what.

  “Talk to me baby,” I soothe, my hands caressing the hollow of her spine. She shudders at the touch. “I didn’t mean to hurt you, Sunshine.”

  “You didn’t,” she affirms, bringing her gaze up to sear with mine, her fingers trailing patterns along the tendons of my arms.

  “It sounded like it,” I bring my lips to gently kiss each flushed and pebbled nipple.

  “The sensation became too much,” she sighs at the caress of my tongue on her punished peaks, “and it became painful but you didn’t hurt me.”

  Her gentle inflection of the word ‘you’ sparks my curiosity.

  At a loss for what she means, Katie trails her fingers to circle my wrists and pulls my arms from around her, placing my hands on the curve of her hips, my thumbs circling the smooth, supple skin.

  “What do you mean, Sunshine?”

  “They’re just extra sensitive at the moment…and probably will be for the next 34 weeks or so,” her lips quirk in the cutest of grins as she waits for the penny to drop.

  But it doesn’t. There’s the sense of something dawning on me but I’m obviously not getting it fast enough because she moves my hands to settle low on her abdomen.

  A frisson of excitement builds beneath the surface.

  Is she sayin’ what I think she’s sayin’?

  I cock my head to one side, questioning but unable to speak due to the sudden Sahara-like dryness of my mouth.

  “It takes about 40 weeks to grow a baby but the hormones are kicking in already,” she beams at me.

  “You’re pregnant? We’re having a baby?” I ask, dumbfounded and beyond hopeful. I know she just said it but I’m so excited to start a family with her that I really need her to spell it out for me, just so I don’t get my hopes up. I want to father her children so bad. I’d never even thought about it before I met Katie but now, other than marrying her, having a baby with her is the only thing I want. Fuck the ranch, the renovations…fuck everything. All that matters a
re my woman and our baby she’s growing.

  “Yes!” She squeals excitedly. “About six weeks along, which means the pregnancy hormones are about to hand my ass to me in the form of morning sickness, most probably. The doctor confirmed it this morning; it was almost impossible keeping quiet until now.”

  “Did you suspect before today?” I’m grinning like a Cheshire cat at this point and the notion of Katie – ‘can’t-lie-for-shit-Katie’ – trying to keep a secret as big as this, cracks me up.

  “I realized a few days ago that I’d blown past my period due date by a number of weeks and then my boobs just fucking ached for no reason. So, yeah, I suspected you’d knocked me up but I wanted to be sure so waited for my appointment this morning to have it confirmed.”

  “And how many times did you nearly crack and tell me?” I chuckle.

  “Oh, god, like so many times you wouldn’t believe,” she laughs.

  “How come you didn’t mention it when I got out of the shower?” I’m not upset, just curious as to her reasoning.

  “Because I wanted one last hard fuck before I told you. I knew you’d go easy on me if I told you, you were a daddy.”

  “Baby, I’m not one of those dumb guys who thinks he’s going to damage our baby when we make love. I know it’s safe to have sex while pregnant and I also know that I’m not actually fucking your womb when we have sex. I paid attention during sex ed.” I smirk.

  “So, we’ll –”

  “Still have mind-blowing, dirty rough sex. I’ll always give it to you as hard as you can take, Sunshine.”

  “Thank fuck for that. Don’t get me wrong, I’m ecstatic to be pregnant but I was a bit worried I’d have to mourn our sex life.”

  “Not a chance, my naughty little temptress.”

  “You love me and my tempting ways,” she teases.

  “Damn fuckin’ straight I do. I love you Katie, and our baby so much,” and with that, I push her gently onto her back on the soft, plush rug and kiss her tenderly on her abdomen, right above her womb. There is a time and place for crazy, hard fucks; this moment isn’t one of them.

  I kiss Katie deeply as I line my cock up with her slick opening, holding my weight above her as I push through her drenched folds, both of us groaning at the exquisite feel; I’d almost forgot she still has the anal plug buried deep inside.

  We make love passionately on the floor, rocking and bucking into one another. Our sweat-soaked skin sliding against each other, lips locking, tongues exploring, teeth grazing until we drive each other higher and higher and finally, we freefall into the sweetest, soul-shattering climax I’ve ever experienced. We cling to each other, calling out the other’s name, staring deeply into eyes that mirror the same intense love back.

  We’ve found our happiness and we made a beautiful baby to share it with.

  The End

  Thank you for reading and I sincerely hope you enjoyed Ash and Katie’s story as much as I enjoyed writing it! In every book I share a little something of myself with one of my characters and in Her Cowboy both Katie and I share a dislike for bras (only she is braver than I am and has ditched them)! I think there was an element of wishful thinking when I wrote that detail into the story!

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  Prologue

  Dix

  There are certain things only people in couples should know about one another and I know a bunch of these intimate little factoids about Maddie Wilson, who is most certainly not my girlfriend.

  She’s my employee, but all the same, I know them. And what’s worse? I can’t forget them.

  Fact number one: bra size. Maddie is a perfectly proportioned, 34B handful. Not that I’ve had my hands on them, but I’ve seen and held enough tits in my time to know they’d sit in my palm real nice. Perky but not in a fake way; Maddie’s tits are real and the giveaway – instead of gravity defying cleavage, Maddie’s breasts are fuller on the bottom curve, giving her the most spectacular under-boob in some of her costumes. She also has no scarring on her creamy under-boobs, which, you know, sorta gives it away that they haven’t been tampered with.

  You see what I mean? I’m not her boyfriend; I shouldn’t know this shit about her tits but the damn costumes leave little to the fucking imagination.

  Speaking of costumes: fact number two…Maddie always rehearses in one of her spare costumes. She’s an aerial dancer so when it comes to pole acrobatics – the pole being made of chrome – the grip comes from her bare skin. This means she’ll never not be strutting around my club in skimpy fucking lingerie.

  As if my poor dick needed any more encouragement – it barely gets a break to go soft as it is. But I digress, none of this is fact numero dos. Oh no, no; fact number two is that I know her favorite lingerie set is a strappy, red one-piece that crisscrosses her body dangerously and has such little in the way of material, that it looks like a two-piece. I also happen to know that her second favorite set is a white, lacy bra and thong set…I honestly can’t tell you which one gets me harder but they both garner the same response from my cock, so I guess that’s all that matters. I’m a difficult man to please, even harder to attract, so if I get a boner over you then you best believe my clients are fucking cumming in their pants, which is good business for me.

  What other inappropriate shit do I know about the delectable Maddie Wilson?

  She rehearses on the pole a lot. And despite the club music she has to perform too, which is all slow, erotic, grinding beats, Maddie practices her routines to soft rock and pop music. The other day she was throwing her lithe limbs around to ‘Hey Look Ma, I Made It’ by Panic! At the Disco.

  I also know that, because she rehearses in next-to-nothing when the club lights are up, she has a dark, slightly raised, blue/black mole on her right ass cheek. I’ve dubbed this cute little mark ‘Bo’…as in ‘Bo-Peep’ because it peeps out from under her lingerie and drives me up the fucking wall. Calling it ‘Bo’ also drives Maddie up the wall, so fairs fair.

  She’s tall with legs that go on forever, long chestnut-colored hair that I want to wrap around my fist and stormy grey eyes that I want to see melt for me.

  Don’t.

  I don’t want them melting for me. Melting is bad. Very fucking bad.

  I don’t care that her eyes are disturbingly penetrating or that her smile lights up the whole fucking room – just ask my salivating clientele.

  I do not care about any of these charming characteristics that conspire to eat away at my carefully constructed resolve, which in turn, pisses me off. And being the emotionally shut down guy that I am behind closed doors, this makes me want to chip away at her until she’s as pissed off as I am…or I just ignore her…that works too.

  You see, Maddie makes me want her and I’m not okay with that. She doesn’t do it on purpose, but she does it all the same and as I said, my interest is very rarely piqued so I’m fuming that it’s been piqued for her.

  An employee.

  A woman who couldn’t possibly handle all that I am without breaking.

  My buddy Ash might be happy to fall for an employee but I’m not, because I don’t shit
where I eat and make no mistake, relationships for me, are nothing but shit. Ash may have got lucky with Katie, his fiancée, but Maddie and I aren’t them and we ain’t fucking happening.

  ‘Her Boss’ Coming Soon…

  About the Author

  Kat Catesby is a lover of headstrong heroines with sass, sexiness and formidable inner strength. You won’t get the better of these ladies! Strong, beautiful women in all shapes and sizes deserve alpha men who know how to handle themselves and their lady. These book boyfriends don’t shy away from what they desire and hunt down what they want with fierce determination and a lot of passion. Join them on their deliciously dirty journeys with steam so hot you’ll be panting for more.

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