01 Winters Thaw (13 page)

“Daniel,” she started.

He turned her away from him, dragging her arms behind her back. “You’ve got the wrong guy. Now be quiet and you won’t get hurt.”

She shivered with excitement when she felt him wrap something around her wrists. He was tying her up. This was real.

She wasn’t about to waste a hot fantasy. Sienna started to struggle. Her sudden spring into motion caught Daniel by surprise, but only for a moment. Then he managed to recapture the arm she’d freed, showing her exactly how strong he was.

Once she was secured, her hands bound behind her back, he spun her around.

“Bad girl,” he said in a hushed whisper.

She could hear the voices of several ranch hands passing by outside. The idea that they could be caught at any moment increased her arousal more than she would have thought possible. “Did you lock the door?”

Daniel didn’t respond. God. Had he? She couldn’t remember hearing the lock
snick
into place, but she hadn’t exactly been listening for it. Anyone could walk in.

His hands caught in her hair, tugging it tightly as he drew her closer. “You’re mine.” Two words had never sounded so threatening…and delicious.

She tried to escape his grip. He would have to earn the right to that claim. “I belong to myself.”

“Is that right?”

They spoke softly, their voices hushed so they wouldn’t be heard beyond the door. The same couldn’t be said of the men speaking outside. A few of the ranch hands were obviously hanging out after a long day’s work, chewing the fat—as her father would say. The stable was never a quiet place this time of day. Sienna couldn’t believe Daniel was taking such a risk.

“I’ve captured you. I can do any damn thing to you that I want.”

The stable was filled with male laughter. She trembled with anticipation and a healthy dose of fear. Who would have thought those two emotions could be so arousing?

“In fact, I could open that door and invite some of those cowboys to join us.”

It was an empty threat. At least…she thought it was.

What did she really know about Daniel’s preferences? They’d spent their nights lost in a haze of sexual exploration, but there hadn’t been much in the way of pillow talk. None of the usual let’s-get-acquainted games that Jade and Sterling had told her were common in new relationships. She and Daniel had gone straight from acquaintances to friends with benefits. She’d purposely avoided delving deeper into his past because she was determined to take her grandmother’s advice. This was the new Sienna. The one who took each day as it came.

“How many should I let in? Two? Three? Six?”

She gasped, trying to fill her lungs with air. Would he really share her? Would she let him?

Fuck. Her heart tripled its pace as she considered what it would be like to be taken by so many men at one time. Curiosity warred with true panic. “Daniel. I—”

Her voice seized up. Daniel seemed to take her sudden silence as consent.

“I see.” Daniel released his grip, walking toward the door.

Panic set in. “No!” Her refusal came out louder than she intended, but it didn’t appear that anyone in the stable heard.

Daniel returned to her and his hands gripped her face between his large palms. Her eyes had begun to adjust to the dim room. She could see relief in his expression. “Good. I don’t share.”

He didn’t need to freaking share. There were times when she felt like
he
was too much man for her. He’d driven her to orgasm after orgasm, night after night.

However, the idea that he would have gone against character to offer her a different fantasy touched her. He’d truly walked to the door with the intention of giving her what he thought she wanted. Had anyone ever cared so much about her desires? Had Josh?

She’d promised Daniel their first night together she wouldn’t bring Josh into the bedroom with them. She’d tried very hard to keep that vow, but there were times when it was nearly impossible not to make comparisons. The sum total of her sexual experiences had been exclusively with Josh. He was the yardstick she measured by.

Or had.

Something told her from now on, Daniel was going to be the stick. And she had very little faith anyone else would ever compare.

She tried to escape his grip, while shaking off her memories. She wanted this and she wasn’t going to waste a single second thinking about the past. “You can’t control me,” she taunted. “I’m free, remember? I can sleep with anyone I please.”

She heard the rasping of a zipper, then felt Daniel pressing her down, toward the floor. “I told you not to talk. Looks like I’ll have to fill that sweet mouth to keep you quiet.”

She dropped to her knees far too willingly for a captive. Daniel chuckled at her enthusiasm. “My beautiful slut.”

It was a strong word. Sienna started to blast him for it, starting to stand as she did so, but Daniel’s strength was irrefutable. He had the power to take whatever he desired and he proved it. With one of his hands, he cupped the back of her neck, holding her in place, while the other guided his cock to her mouth.

“What were you saying about control?” He pushed the mushroom-shaped head between her lips.

God, he was trying to provoke her on purpose, initiating a fight. She tried to rise, but he held her in place, his large palms engulfing her face as he pushed his cock deeper. She truly was captive. The fantasy gave way, mingling with reality, taking her to a place she’d never known.

She tried to shrug off the bindings at her wrists, but her cowboy knew his knots. Try as she may, she wouldn’t be released from their hold until he decided it was time.

He continued to thrust his cock into her mouth and soon her struggles for freedom turned to silent demands for more. Her pussy clenched, and she longed for the use of her hands. If only she could touch herself. Two quick strokes on her clit and she’d likely go off like a bottle rocket. She whimpered around Daniel’s thick erection—torn between how much she loved his dominance and the temptation to demand he take care of her needs first.

Every night, she’d come to his bed, desperate for his touch.

Every night, she’d become his willing slave, relinquishing every ounce of control into his very capable hands.

It was heady, addictive, overwhelming. An absolute release of power.

Her inner muscles tightened again and she cried out, the intense need painful.

Daniel didn’t give in. “Be a good girl and suck my dick, Sienna. Give me what I ask for and I’ll make sure you get what you need.”

Her brain screamed at her to bite him for being such a cocky male chauvinist pig. Her body refused. She was putty in his hands.

Soon, she became aware of how much she relied on her ability to touch during blowjobs. She’d use her fingers to help her, cupping Daniel’s balls, squeezing the base. Without them, she was forced to pay attention to her tongue, her teeth. She closed her lips tighter around him and sucked. She was rewarded by Daniel’s low groan.

“God, yeah. Just like that.” His words of praise drove her on. She pressed her tongue more firmly against the sensitive spot just beneath the head. His fingers gripped her hair, pulling until her scalp tingled with a pain that besieged her, turning into a pleasure that weaved its way down to her empty pussy. She sucked harder.

“Fuck.” Daniel’s tone told her he was close. “Not this way.”

His hands reached beneath her arms, tugging her up before he could come. Sienna started to complain. She was dying to taste him. “No. Wait—”

He halted her with a hard, short kiss.

“You’re going to finish that blowjob later tonight. But for now, turn around.”

She complied without argument, too far gone to consider anything except the fact she needed to obey, needed his cock inside her. Now.

Daniel, the gentlest of souls with the horses and her brothers, turned into a demanding sex god in the bedroom. She never knew what he’d do next, yet she’d never experienced anything at his hands that didn’t make her toes curl with incredible delight.

He released the ties around her wrists. Sienna missed them instantly. A disappointed mewl escaped, and Daniel chuckled. “Don’t worry. Those ties are going to get plenty more use. I have plans to see you bound spread-eagle on my bed…a few times.”

She licked her lips, imagining just how much she enjoyed being at Daniel’s mercy. His hands made quick work of the snap and zipper of her jeans. He tugged the denim and her panties down, using his boot to help him tug one leg free from around her shoe. He didn’t bother to free himself or her of any more clothing.

“Hey,” she heard a male voice call from the stable. “Anybody seen Lennon?”

She giggled, nerves mingling with provocation. Daniel’s hand crept around her, covering her mouth. More moisture dampened her pussy. God. She wasn’t sure what it said about her, but she loved the way he manhandled her.

She felt the head of his cock graze her opening as he pushed her legs farther apart.

“Fuck.” He released her mouth and she felt him rooting around in the dark. She knew what was missing.

“I’m on birth control.”

Daniel stopped moving. “Sienna—”

“Fuck me, Daniel. Now.” He wasn’t the only one capable of making some demands.

He was back in an instant, his cock penetrating her in one rough thrust that made her groan.

“Didn’t realize just how loud a lover you are.” Daniel’s jest would have provoked a laugh if he didn’t punctuate it with two deeper, harder passes.

“God,” she cried.

His hand returned to her mouth, causing her pussy to tighten.

“Holy shit. Keep doing that and this isn’t going to last long.” He used his free hand to pinch one of her nipples roughly. Her cunt clamped down again and she barely restrained from coming.

“That’s it, Sienna. Be ready for tonight, sweetheart. I’m going to tie you up, gag you, fuck you hard.”

She squirmed in his arms, struggling for more. He increased his thrusts. They were back to chest, with very little room to move. It didn’t matter. Daniel’s rough possession, his hand on her mouth, his whispered dirty words filled every empty, lonely spot inside her.

She trembled as he rubbed her clit. “You’re mine. Come for me, Sienna.”

Her body splintered, ruptured into a million bright shiny pieces, putting the sun to shame. She’d never felt so desired, so beautiful, so complete.

Daniel came with her, his come filling her. His arms tightened around her, supporting her with that strength she’d come to rely on. He’d never let her fall.

Vivi’s story about JD flashed through her mind. No. This was different. So different.

Wasn’t it?

Neither of them moved for several moments as they waited for their breathing and hearts to slow. Daniel was the first to stir.

He withdrew, fastened his pants, then bent to dress her. Once he had her jeans in place, he gripped her waist and offered her a kiss so sweet, it seemed in direct opposition to the forceful claim he’d just staked.

“Stick around a little while,” he said. “You can help me work with that new horse your dad just bought.”

Sienna wanted nothing more than to spend the afternoon with Daniel, but without the protection of the condom, she was a bit sticky. “I should probably go inside. Get a shower.”

He shook his head. “No. You’re staying with me. I like the idea of you walking around with my scent on your skin, my come inside you. I told you, See. You’re mine.”

His words confused her, thrilled her, scared her. While he’d staked his claim on her body, he’d never alluded to expecting anything more from her.

Maybe they’d been fools to jump into bed without setting up guidelines. This was what came from living day-to-day. The old Sienna would never have let this affair begin without establishing rules.

She started to protest his assertion, but the words wouldn’t come. She was happy for the first time in a long time. She wouldn’t ruin things by reverting to character.

“I’ll stay,” she said.

He walked to the door. She was relieved when she watched him unlock it. He’d protected her, even while giving her the illusion of danger. “Where’s the key that opens the door from the outside?”

“In my pocket.”

She grinned, standing back as he opened the door and looked around. “Coast is clear. Come on.”

She followed him to the corral where her dad’s new horse stood. “Now,” he said, handing her a halter and a rope, “why don’t you tell me why you were so upset earlier?”

He’d noticed that? “What?”

“I didn’t like that serious expression on your face,” he said. “Thought you could use a diversion.”

She laughed. “Here’s a little FYI for you. You can distract me anytime.”

He winked. “I appreciate the permission. And just so you know, I intended to do that anyway. So what’s up?”

They worked side-by-side for nearly an hour as she told him about her concerns over Vivi’s failing memory. He listened patiently, offering words of comfort and advice, until the heaviness that lingered in her chest lifted completely.

As they washed up, he told her dirty jokes until tears streamed down her face. One week had passed since she’d entered this casual affair with Daniel.