Page 11 of Dirty Cowboys
“We should keep you like this,”the man in front of me says.“On all fours. Your pussy soaking and needy. Waiting to be bred and broken.”
If only that were an option. My body shivers as my orgasm smashes through me at the thought of being owned by someone, used for their pleasure, and cared for after.
“Look at them watching you. Let them see how easy you are to own. Our little slut, fucked raw in the dirt.”
With one last punishing thrust, he finishes inside me, then leans over to loosen the rope and pull it from my head.
I push the bandanna from my mouth with mytongue, tug my jeans up, and collapse back down into the dirt, curling in on myself. Tears stream down my face as everything that just happened hits me like a ton of bricks. Closing my eyes, I wait for them to leave so I can cry alone.
Shock washes over me as I’m lifted into strong arms and passed to someone. I keep my eyes closed and curl into the man’s body, his arm wrapping around me.
“Everything will be okay,”he says.
The voice distorter is still on, and I’m relieved. I want to keep this anonymous. It’s best for my soft, romantic heart. I can’t go falling for cowboys I can never have.
The masked man carries me all the way back to the house and onto the porch, then sits me down on the swing before retreating. I watch as he climbs back up on his horse and takes off, disappearing between the trees. Standing on wobbly legs, I walk inside, every muscle in my body sore. I know this is what I like, even if I had a mini emotional breakdown afterwards. I walk over to the couch where I left my laptop and open my blog while it’s all fresh in my mind.
Small-Town Confessions - Part Three
Posted by Indie’s Inner Thoughts
Hey,
I can barely type this because my entire body is sore. They came for me again tonight. And this time they brought a rope.
Holy fuck, one of them used it to control me, and I felt so helpless. I’ve never been so turned on in my life.
I’m too tired and sore to dive into the details tonight—and maybe a little selfish for wanting to keep them to myself.
Just know that if you want to try something new, go for it. What’s stopping you?
I only hope I get a chance to do it again one day. Maybe these cowboys can unlock some new kinks for me.
Stay spicy,
Indie xoxo
Chapter Five
Nash
Spiraling isn’t something I do. I live my life hard and fast—it’s why ranch life is perfect for me. I never cared much for wanting to be rough with a woman, not when I have Walker, and even Duke, who can command me to my fucking knees with only the tone in his voice.
People in town know, or at least have their suspicions about what goes on up here, since it’s rare that a woman ventures here and stays the night. Paulson tried to make aBrokeback Mountainjoke once, but it backfired when Marge cocked her fist and slammed it into his nose. Imagine being taken down by a woman in her fifties in front of half of the people in town. We don’t care what people conjure up in their minds. What wehave works for us: no labels, no promises of tomorrow, and no future beyond the present moment.
Walker yanks my head back by the hair, bringing his ear to mine. “Are you going to stop overthinking it?” he growls, thrusting deep into me, my headboard smashing against the wall. The sun isn’t even up yet, and I have barely slept.
“I made her fucking cry. I shouldn’t have gone that far. I pushed her too hard.”
Walker pulls my body up, so it’s flush with his own. “You mean the shit she begged for?”
“I know what she asked for; I’m not dumb,” I snap. “But after, she fuckin’ shut down, man. Curled up like she was about to break. I did that.”
He grabs my jaw.“No, you didn’t.”
“You weren’t the one with your cock inside her.”
“And you weren’t the one in her mind.” He forces my head to the side. “You didn’t hurt her, Nash. You gave her something so fuckin’ intense her body didn’t know how to come down from it. That’s not pain—that’s pleasure.”
