Captured by Cowboys (Doms of Destiny, Colorado 1)

“Breathe for me.”

Gasping for oxygen, she stuttered, “Y–Yes, S–Sir.”

He added another finger and stretched her ass more, readying it for the intimidating plug. “I like seeing you this way, pet. So beautifully submissive.” His last words came out quite dominant, and yet she could hear a kindness in them as well.

His one hand continued to spread her anus wider, causing the sting to ripen into mouthwatering thirst. He’d turned her into a colossal bundle of yearning, of desire, of need.

“Open your legs for me, pet.”

In a flash, she responded.

“Great. One more big breath for me, sweetheart.”

She filled her lungs all the way until her breasts were pressing even harder against the bench’s leather.

“Excellent. Blow it out like before.”

She did and felt him push the plug into her ass. A quick bout of pain rolled through her. The thing was massive. She bit her lip as he shoved it in all the way. After the widest part of the toy moved past her tight spot, the thing was locked inside her, her anus clamping down on it like a vise.

“This will stay inside you, pet, the whole time I’m spanking your ass.”

“Yes, Sir.” Her words seemed to be softer and more breathy than normal. No surprise, since her pulse was hot and fast, making her head swim and her breathing labored.

“Time for your punishment, sweet sub.” The raw emotion in his voice wasn’t lost on her. His Dom side sat in the front seat now, and instead of making her cringe in fear, she shifted her hips so that her ass rose to some degree. She was ready. More than ready. She wanted to know what it felt like to have a man dominate her in this way. Not just any man. Emmett. Emmett Stone. Her cowboy. Her rescuer. Her Dom. The man she wanted to spend the rest of her life with.

The first slap of Emmett’s hand on her ass jerked a squeak from her lips. The burn to her backside was something that ignited a mix of embarrassment and lust. As his slaps continued on, her pussy clenched and her clit throbbed. The plug inside her added to the intensity, just as he’d promised. She tried to remain still on the bench but couldn’t. Instinct was taking over, and she shifted from side to side in failed attempts to avoid his big hand.

Again and again, he spanked her backside, which was burning like a bonfire. Heat reached deep into her body, igniting a flood of desire and a sea of new sensations.

Suddenly, the spanking stopped. Just as quickly, she missed the sweet punishment. “Green, Sir,” she said, hoping he would continue. She wasn’t ready for his amazing discipline to end. Not yet anyway. Her body was only just now settling into a slow, delicious burn from his slaps. She didn’t want that to stop.

She felt Emmett’s hand cup her bottom, and her pussy dampened even more.

“I love how you are responding to this, pet.” His words were deep and deliberate, making her tremble. “You know you deserve this for disobeying me earlier, don’t you?”

“Yes, Sir. I can take more, Sir. Green, Sir. I was bad.” She turned to him and saw the frown on his face and knew she’d overstepped. She gulped as she gazed at Emmett, full-on Dom.

“Don’t be bratty, sub. I’m in charge in here. Always. Don’t try to get the upper hand in here. I know what I’m doing. I’ve been doing this for a very long time.” His hand came down on her ass a little harder than previously. The burn it delivered was a few degrees hotter, too. “This pretty pink ass is ready for a paddle. Color?” His last word reminded her of another kind of slap. He clearly wouldn’t tolerate disobedience.

“I’m green, Sir,” she said, but in the back of her mind a spot of yellow appeared. How far could she go with him, with this kind of sex? The heat between her thighs told her she could go a little farther. How far? She wasn’t sure but was willing to find out.

Emmett walked back to the table of toys. “Rules, Amber. Protocols. That’s part of BDSM, but only a part. It’s important. It helps all of us—Doms and subs—have a path to follow. Enforcing rules is a two-way street, love. You saying ‘red’ lets me know I’ve crossed a line. I give you instructions and you understand what I expect. Sound simple? It isn’t. It takes practice, a lot of practice. The more we play, the more we will understand each other. I’m in your head now, but after a few months, I will be able to anticipate anything that comes into that pretty head of yours.”

Four of his words transformed her into a buzzing heap of excitement—“after a few months.” Her heart leapt for joy and her body sizzled with longing. She needed him to take her, to fill her, to claim her.

“Rules sound good to me, Sir.”

He froze in his tracks.

“What’s wrong, Sir?”

“Nothing, sub. Don’t worry about a thing. I’m in charge, remember?” Something about his tone did trouble her, but she couldn?

??t put her finger on it. Had she said something wrong? She wasn’t sure.

“Yes, Sir. You’re in charge.”

He nodded his approval and began rifling through his assortment of toys once again. She let out a silent sigh. Why did doubt come so easily to her? Emmett was still on board in every way. Trust was her job, her only job.