Natalie Acres
Cowboy Sex 7
Sex Slave
Trying to outrun a destructive relationship, Kimberly Cartwell finds passion and protection through the love and admiration of two powerful Doms. Unveiling secrets about Kimberly’s past, Wyatt Clanton and Sebastian Ketchum purchase Kimberly’s time at a lifestyle benefit auction and prepare a rigorous submissive training program, one destined for an unwelcomed interruption.
International trouble follows Kimberly to Sebastian Ketchum’s estate. Once Kimberly is abducted, Sebastian and Wyatt are determined to find her. Pooling their resources, Sebastian and Wyatt discover Kimberly and her abductor at a South Carolina exhibitionism club. Realizing there is only one way to shield Kimberly from her past, Sebastian and Wyatt plan a train trip.
During their travels, Wyatt and Sebastian learn Kimberly not only wants to serve and please, but she is also interested in extreme BDSM. As she escapes a man who nearly ruined her, Kimberly surrenders free will by placing her faith and trust in the two men who have waited years to love her.
Genre:
BDSM, Ménage a Trois/Quatre, Western/Cowboys
Length:
78,418 words
Cowboy Sex 7
Natalie Acres
MENAGE AND MORE
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SEX SLAVE
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SEX SLAVE
Cowboy Sex 7
NATALIE ACRES
Copyright © 2013
Kimberly was dick whipped. Ansley had once called her out as such and after her latest experience, she’d gladly tell her twin sister she had been right on the money.
Why else would she endure such humiliation? What other reason explained away her current predicament?
No woman would put up with this sort of thing once, much less twice. And a third incident? Within one week?
“Shame on me!” Kimberly’s muffled cry annoyed her all the more as the rubber ball grated against her tongue and prevented an outright shout.
Her present situation would leave most Doms shaking their heads in disbelief, maybe even disgust. Sexual fulfillment, which had been her first intended purpose when she had followed Jason home, lingered only as a distant memory.
She couldn’t free the ties binding her. And she damn sure couldn’t shake the dead.
Yes, she finally agreed with her family. Jason Neely was bad news. He wasn’t healthy for her. She’d known as much for half a dozen years, yet she continued to sprint down the path of destruction as if she couldn’t wait for another round of degradation.
Stretched out on Jason’s too-thin mattress, Kimberly had spent the last few hours with her hands bound and connected to a glider-type contraption down the center of the bed. Her legs were secured against two bedposts, tied with thick rope destined to leave burns.
Jason was between said legs—passed the fuck out.
She took a weighted breath and wiggled her body one way and then the other, trying to shake him from his sleep. If it weren’t for the gag in her mouth, she would’ve screamed bloody hell until the asshole awoke and untied her.
Tears drifted across her cheeks. She stared up at the ceiling and blinked away the moisture filling her eyes. She’d cried throughout the night, not because she felt sorry for herself. Oh no. Her tears hadn’t fallen because of self-pity. Anger had driven them. Rage.
One of these days, Jason would probably die exactly like this—sprawled out between a sub’s legs with a mix of whiskey and pussy on his breath, but if this last lesson had taught her anything at all she was now certain of one thing. The body beneath his would not be Kimberly Cartwell’s. After she took one for the road, she wouldn’t return for more.
Her breath caught in her chest. How demeaning, how completely humiliating would it be if she had to stay like this until someone found her?
Thanks to this experience, she’d learned what she didn’t want, what she couldn’t endure any longer. With Jason, there had always been too many what-ifs and all of them potentially pointed to an eventual outcome of pure embarrassment.
Staring down the length of her body, she studied Jason and wondered why she’d ever loved him in the first place. He was thirty years her senior. The man was self-absorbed. He portrayed himself as this powerful Dom, yet he had publicly shamed her more than once.
He’d demanded trust, not earned it. He’d expected respect, yet disrespected those closest to him.
At one time he had been an attentive Dom, or so she’d thought, but now?
Jason was snoring off a drunk and had been for the better part of four and a half hours. She glanced at the alarm clock on the bedside table. It was almost six and the annoying buzz would awaken him soon. If not, her phone would save her.
Either way, the time approached. The moment would soon arrive. Thank God she’d thought to set the alarm on her cell as well.
In light of recent overnight stays, she had developed a plan A, B, and C. She’d spent one too many nights at Jason’s place in recent weeks, and a wake-up call suggested she had someplace she needed to be. Jason had seldom caused a fuss when she’d set the alarm in the past, but then again she’d gone to extremes this time. She rarely left his place before ten or eleven.
Past years suggested she couldn’t stand to disappoint him, but things between them were different now. Their relationship had been strained. An early wake-up call would leave him baffled, but her current predicament suggested her paranoia, and an alarm clock, were warranted.
Her mouth was dry. She’d endured a sleepless night. To make matters worse, much worse, Jason had prepped her. He’d worked her over prior to his little nap and she was still horny. Pissed, but still willing to fuck.
And why?
She whined in her head. Why would she even consider a quick morning romp? Why was she lying there craving sex with a man who’d belittled her more often than not?
She strained against the restraints once more. Using the center of her body, she bounced up and down.
Jason stirred between her legs. His hair tickled her pussy lips and she used the pulleys to lift herself away from the mattress and thrust her body forward, hoping a sudden nudge on the head would finally do the trick.
Instead, he curled up on his side, threw his heavy arm over her leg, and continued snoring.
Bastard!
Kimberly eyed the nipple clamps she wore. Her nipples would be raw by the time he unclamped them, not to mention incredibly tender and sore.
She could almost hear Ansley scolding her now. Kimberly had tried to explain her relationship to her sister and their best friend, Patience, but they didn’t understand. And her parents? Oh God, her parents hated Neely. The McKays, her godparents, truly despised the man.
Perhaps they had their reasons.
Jason reached between his legs and fiddled with his cock. He moaned and flipped to his back.
Terrific. Now she had a full head of hair smashed against her damp center.
