Sex Junkie (Cowboy Addiction 1)

Another few strikes and the foreplay was bound to come to an end. She’d lock into the throes of an orgasm similar to those experienced in a wet dream. Once she grabbed hold, she wouldn’t let go until her climax washed over her like an unrelenting rain.

Grant used the toy like a spear, poking her here and there, jabbing her mound and then tracing her pussy lips again. Her cunt was sore. Oh hell, she couldn’t take it anymore. The pain, once delicious and intoxicating, had become more than she could manage. Vacating her plans to get off without permission, she succumbed to the loss of what little control she possessed.

“Manhattan!” She screamed out her safe word, regretting she’d needed the vocal release.

And just like that—the pain and the pleasure subsided, both slipping away like an evening sun, gradual and hypnotic, enticing the viewer to question what lingered on the other side of the horizon.

Morgan always felt the same way whenever she blurted out a save, the safe word guaranteed to halt everything on a dime. She always suffered that feeling of missing out. What if she’d lasted another second, another minute? She often convinced herself that using the safe word wasn’t for her protection and safety, but rather a Dom’s way of ensuring the foreplay eventually came to a grinding halt.

Whatever the reason, she’d used her word. And now, just as she had in the past, she wanted to take it back, choke on it while they continued to manipulate her body for her pleasure and their own.

Blake and Grant never asked her why she stopped them. Disappointment didn’t show in their expressions.

This was why she trusted them. Blake and Grant always listened to her. They paid attention to how she responded to certain stimuli. She was given everything she desired after they punished her appropriately. Through them, she learned to concentrate on ways to improve.

While she didn’t believe she let them down when she used her safe word, she might have found more satisfaction in riding out the moment, particularly with the violet wand. Relieved and troubled at the same time, Morgan found acceptance, too.

She was still loved. Grant and Blake adored her. They’d proven they cared for her time and time again, even now.

She was comforted by the fact that she could still place her life in their hands. Her Doms would never leave her. They would never abandon her. They’d been awaiting her return, and she trusted them then more than she ever trusted them in the past.

* * * *

“I can’t believe I trusted you!” she screamed out only minutes later. Spread like the wings of an eagle, her arms and legs were tied to the spokes of the Catherine Wheel. She wasn’t just exposed. She was the epitome of an explicit display.

Grant and Blake seemed to love the way they exploited her. If they’d fucked her before they placed her there, she might have enjoyed the exposure more. Instead, after she’d used her safe word, Blake had released her hands, hoisted her into his arms and immediately carried her to the wheel.

Grant stood over her. “What happens to naughty little girls when they don’t mind, Morgan?”

“Punishment,” she bit out, her head rolling from side to side. “But I’ve been properly scolded!”

“I don’t think so. Do you, Grant?”

“Nope,” Grant replied, turning to Morgan. “Do you know why this punishment is so severe today, sub?”

She nodded. “I was a bad submissive partner.”

“With bad habits,” Grant reminded her.

“Yes,” she agreed, thinking she could set aside those issues immediately if they’d just help her out. She needed to fuck away the rest of the day.

Grant patted her pussy, his middle finger dipped slightly between her folds, and she bucked, hoping to catch more than the tip.

He smirked. “There you go again. You’re rushing me.”

“I’m sorry, Sir,” she said in earnest.

“I’ll forgive you. We can let this slide, can’t we Blake?”

Blake clucked. “I don’t know.”

She studied him. “I’ll do better, Blake. You know I’ll try harder.”

“I guess we can overlook it this time. I’d rather have her greedy to fuck us than out on the streets looking for drugs.”

His declaration ripped her heart out, but at the same time, she knew Blake and Grant well enough to know that they would make mention of her drug use in random conversation just to remind her of the reasons for her punishment.

“When we’re done here, Morgan, if you’re good, you’ll be rewarded.”