Bound To Me: A Possessive Cowboy Romance

I wondered how long I could keep her so agreeable. If I had to make sure she was constantly pleasured to do so. She didn't seem to mind...

I had her now. I could tell. The sexy little minx in my arms was firmly under my thumb.

She seemed like be perfectly content there. For now.

What I didn't tell her was that I planned to keep her locked in my bedroom every night.

Chapter Twenty

Francesca

"Let me wash you."

The husky sound of Daniel's voice sent shivers through me. The man was literally sex on wheels. He was by far the most delicious human being I'd ever met. And I'd met my fair share of movie stars, artists, and musicians.

Daniel put them all to shame.

He held me up in the shower, using one hand to pour shower gel onto my skin. He was that strong. He only needed one arm to support my weight.

At 5'7" I was not a tiny woman. But any self consciousness I’d felt about anything was washed away by his touch. By his heat.

I gasped as his hands worked his magic on me, soaping and soothing me. He massaged the gel into my back and turned me so that the water sluiced over my skin, rinsing me clean. He did the same to my front, his face a mask of concentration as he soaped up my breasts. We both groaned, already desperate for each other again.

How could that be? How could he not be satisfied by now? How could I not be?

He grinned at me and sat me on the shower bench. I watched as he lifted one leg at a time, using two hands to massage and clean me. He went all the way down to my cheeks, rubbing between them.

Once I was clean he propped my ankles over his shoulders and lowered his head, licking me hungrily. I threaded my fingers through his hair as he made a meal of me, tasting and teasing me. Finally, he slid a finger gently inside me and started to flick his tongue against my clit.

It was too much. I was too sensitive from all our earlier bed play. He had me completely at his mercy in moments.

I came hard, thrashing on the bench. He didn't stop until the tremors had faded to nothing. It was explosive.

He stood and I was face to face with 'it.' I licked my lips, staring hungrily at his cock. It was hard again. It was right in front of me.

I leaned forward and grabbed it, firmly but gently, running my hands over it. Then my tongue. Then I pulled his member into my mouth and started to feast on him, as he had on me.

I had yet to truly explore Daniel’s magnificent cock. And he had been more than worth the wait.

He grunted and braced his hands against the shower wall.

I wanted him again, but I wanted to make him come this way even more. The power of having him this way was different, but special. Having him at my mercy was its own potent aphrodisiac. I twisted my head as I slid my mouth up and down his shaft. He tasted salty, even after the shower. That meant he was close.

One hand reached down to caress the soft skin of his pouch. The other gripped the wide base of his shaft. The water made it easy to slide my fisted hand up and down to meet my mouth as I took him as far as I could go.

I fluttered my tongue over the tip of his cock with each stroke. I forced my throat to relax, curious how deep I could go. I took him as far as I could but it was only halfway. He was that big.

That was all it took apparently.

With a roar he pulled his cock from my mouth as he came. I had wanted to taste him, but I appreciated the courtesy. I watched the thick ropes of his cum splatter me. Covering my chest and belly.

“Next time let me taste you,” I said, touching a droplet and sucking my fingertip clean of his essence.

He grimaced as he slumped against the shower wall.

"Jesus, Francesca..."

I smiled and stood up.

"Now you have to wash me again."

He grinned.

"With pleasure."

He was washing my front again, holding my back against his chest. He kissed my neck, his voice husky as he murmured love words.

"I will always take care of you, Francesca."

I closed my eyes, both wanting to hear what he would say next, and afraid. He made me think crazy, impossible thoughts. He made me want to hear words of love.

But that wasn't my cowboy's style. Or mine. Not anymore.

Still, I felt a rush of emotion when he whispered in my ear.

"I want you to be mine. Permanently."

I couldn't look at him. I knew the words were heartfelt. I also knew I was about to hurt him. But I had to say it.