Cowboy Casanova (Rough Riders #12)(172)

The echo of heavy breathing was the only response.


She scrambled backward, even when she recognized the warm, earthy scent of her dominant

’s aftershave. “What do you want?”


A deep, male chuckle. “You know what I want.”


That initial spike of fear faded. She shouldn’t be surprised he’d taken it upon

himself to make her bedroom stranger sexual fantasy a reality.


Or was this a dream? It was so vivid, the sound of his feet shuffling on the carpet.

The scent of his skin so close she could taste his sweat on her tongue. The way her

body was wound tight with anticipation whenever he was near.


“I’ve been watchin’ you. I know what you do when you’re alone in your bedroom.”


“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about.”


“Do you know how many times I’ve watched you jerk up your nightgown and reach for

your vibrator? You grab a couple of your favorite naughty books. You’ve used them so

many times the pages fall open to your favorite scenes. I know which scenes get you

hot,” he said, much closer to her than he’d been. “Which scenes make you turn that

vibrator on high. Which scenes made your * dripping wet.


“You imagine yourself trussed up. Subject to a man’s whim, maybe his to mercy, but

always to his pleasure. However he wants to f*ck you, in as many positions as his

greedy, depraved brain can create, as many times as he can get it up.” His hot breath

stuttered across her ear. “But here’s where your fantasy is mine. Here’s where the

dream becomes real. Because this man, this dream lover, wants to prove he can be the

man to give you what no man ever has before.”


She blurted, “What are you going to do to me?”


“Make you scream.”



Ainsley shrieked when his strong hands gripped her ankles and she was flipped onto her

belly. Her arms were jerked together behind her back and cool metal circled her wrists.


Then his mouth was by her temple. “Be still. Be quiet or I’ll gag you. Understand?”


“Yes.”


“On your knees.”


Heart racing, she scooted back, focusing on the feel of her cotton sheets against the

side of her face as her shoulders were pressed into the mattress. Metal grinding on

metal sounded above her head. Then her arms were lifted off the small of her back.

“What’s that?”


“To ensure you cooperate. If you fight me I’ll pull this chain and it lifts your arms

until I get your attention.” Her Dom’s familiar touch floated down her arms, and his

breath drifted across her nape. His callused fingertips traced her knuckles and fingers

as he tested the tightness of the cuffs. His touch was efficient, but tender.

Insistent, but elusive.


He was a study in contradiction tonight.


Why wouldn’t he let her see his face?


He stroked and teased. When a thick finger smeared cold lubricant into her *, her

heartbeat sped up. She sucked in a sharp breath when an anal plug breached the ring of

muscle. She involuntarily clenched around it.


His hands caressed her ass. Then he delivered a hard smack on each cheek, growling,

“Mine. Every part of you is mine tonight. Say it.”