“Are you a man, Cowboy?” she asks. Her eyes were closed as she fought to regulate her breathing, but now they open, slamming into mine.
“Do you want me to tie you up and fuck your ass, honey? Because if you say the word, if that’s what you want—”
“Do it.”
I’m pretty sure a whimper falls from my lips. I snatch a handful of tissues from my nightstand and clean myself up quickly.
“Don’t move,” I tell her. “I’ll be right back.”
I rush for the closet in the hallway, where I keep some of the tools and bits and pieces I don’t use too often. There are a few lengths of rope in there, too. Most are already tied into lassos, ready for the occasions we need to use them to separate a cow from the herd. I reach for one that isn’t tied yet, smiling when I realise it’s one of the softer, more flexible ones. I return to find Ruth sat up in the bed.
“Flip over, baby girl.” My voice is rough. I’m hard again, even though I’ve just come all over the bedsheets. Ruth flips onto her knees, pushing her ass out towards me, and the sight of the plug is enough to have me twitching and my skin tightening again. I swallow hard. “Hands on the rail for me, honey.”
She does as she’s told, and I wrap the length of rope around her wrists. I tie a knot, but keep it loose. Loose enough that the rope shouldn’t rub too hard on her delicate skin, and enough that she can free her hands with only a tiny amount of effort if she needs to. But it’s enough to hold her hands steady on the iron rail at the side of my headboard.
“You gotta tell me if you want me to stop, okay? You tell meany time, if you want to stop.” Ruth nods. “No, baby. Tell me. Promise me you’ll tell me if it’s too much. I need to hear you say it.”
“I promise,” she whispers. “Now fuck me, Ev.”
I climb onto the bed behind her and slide a pillow beneath her hips.
“Relax, baby.” I coax her legs into a better position, with her torso closer to the mattress and less pressure on her knees and thighs to hold herself up. Then, I reach into the back corner of my nightstand drawer for a bottle of lube and coat my fingers and my shaft.
“Is the plug still vibrating, baby girl?”
“Mm-hmm,” Ruth hums. “It’s still going.”
“I’m gonna take it out, okay?”
“Okay.”
I slip it free, and she moans lightly. I moan too, at the sight of her stretched hole, knowing I’m about to be inside it. Knowing she trusts me enough to do it. I slide a finger inside, just to the first knuckle, and she tenses.
“Relax, baby, that’s my good girl. I’ve got you.” She does, and my finger slides deeper. “Are you ready for another finger, honey?”
“Mm-hmm,” she says. “Please.”
“Are you sure you can take it?” I tease. “You’re pretty fucking tight, baby. I don’t know if you can—”
“For fuck’s sake, Everett, if you don’t fuck my ass right fucking now, I’m chopping your dick off in your sleep.”
Something about the way she’s pulling at the rope around her wrists, and the clipped, hard vowels of her English accent, and the way she’sdemandingthat I fuck her has me absolutely out of my mind. I push a second finger in and twist them, revelling in the moan that falls from her lips as they reach previously uncharted territory.
“Ev, fuck the fingers. I want your cock.”
“You tell me if you need me to stop, okay?”
“Okay.”
I slide my fingers free and press the head of my cock at her entrance. She moans wantonly as I push inside, little by little, and the sight of my cock disappearing between her cheeks has me whimpering. Ruth Bevan might be the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, but my cock inside her is a close second. I push further and we trade moans, until she cries out.
“Oh God, Ev.”
“Do you need me to stop, baby?”
“Don’t ever fucking stop.”
My hips meet her ass, and I slip my hand between her legs, toying with the soaked, sensitive nerves I find there.
