The Cowboy's Rules: 2 (Cowboys After Dark:) Read Online Free

hand to her bottom, slipping his lubed finger inside her crack to search out her most private orifice. Finding the target the finger softly circled, like a shark circling its prey, then touched, pressed, and entered. He could feel her butt muscles constrict and her pelvis thrust against him in an instinctive refusal, her arms fervently clutching him.
    “Relax,” he breathed. “I know it’s been a while, girl, but you know I’ll spank that tension right out of you if you don’t. Take a long deep breath and sink into my finger, sink and surrender.”
    Cassie had wanted to submit to the probing, prurient visitor, but her negative reaction had been involuntary; she had forgotten how it felt, how utterly overwhelming it was to be taken in such a way.
    Inhaling deeply, she held her breath for a moment, then relaxed her muscles as she exhaled, dropping her death grip around his body, letting herself fall limply against his chest, and released the tightness in the muscles of her seat cheeks.
    “There you go, much better,” he purred, but as he slowly moved his finger he felt the stress begin to return. “No, girl, no, take that breath again,” he said firmly.
    She did as he said, relishing his use of the word girl ; he was retraining her, speaking to her as he would a skittish mare, and just like her equine sister she responded to his firm, tender control.
    “Much better. Stay still now, I’m gonna do this for a while.”
    Fully aware that he would do exactly as he said she rested her weight completely against him, slacking her muscles and calming herself; there was no point fighting the inevitable.
    “There you go, that’s my girl, just like that,” he whispered.
    Ratcheting up the attention, he gently probed with a steady rhythm, until finally satisfied he withdrew his finger.
    “On to the bed now, knees and elbows, legs apart, hands on your cheeks and spread for me.”
    The directive sent a fresh blush across her face, and lowering her eyes she slowly turned, crawling on to the mattress. Moving forward she pulled a pillow underneath her head, then taking a deep breath she reached back and grabbed her cheeks; stifling a gasp of humiliation she slowly pulled them apart.
    Wordlessly he removed his robe, draped it across a nearby chair, and climbed behind her. Picking up a pink, glossy, medium-sized, hard rubber butt plug, he coated it with a generous amount of lube and presented it to her puckered hole.
    Cassie squeezed her eyes and clenched her teeth. There was nothing he did that affected her in such a profound way, and as he began to press the large intruder forward she did her best to consciously relax, though the heat of the moment was searing through her. This was punishment, it was perverse pleasure, it was his gesture of ownership, his complete subjugation of her, and as the bulbous intruder entered she whimpered her groan of surrender.
    His hands took hold of her wrists and pulled them away, letting her cheeks fall back in place. He smiled as her skin, still red from the earlier spanking, framed the flange, the colors so similar as to make it almost invisible. Smoothing his hands over her cheeks, he spanked her lightly, then tapped his forefinger against the exposed rubber.
    “Who’s in charge, girl?” he growled.
    “You are, Sir,” she bleated.
    “Any doubt about that?”
    “No, Sir, none.”
    “Place your hands on the small of your back.”
    Cassie groaned as she did as instructed, knowing he was going to shackle her wrists, enhancing her feeling of helplessness. In less than a minute the cuffs were on and snapped together, and she could feel him leave the bed.
    Oooh, Lord, now what? Is he going to strap me, or fuck me, or-
    The tongues of the flogger snapped her from any thought, and as the heavy stinging kiss bit through her flesh she howled her protest. The second strike landed, then the third, the slow, methodical pattern sending her into a strange, altered state.
    The rich stroking of the