Spurs (Bad Boy Burnetts Book 1) (5 page)

Daphne's eyes flashed with desire. Her pussy fluttered around him. “Cord!”

Grinning devilishly, Cord tugged the belt again. The knowledge she liked a little kink sent shockwaves straight to his balls. What other naughty delights could he introduce to their bedroom?

Daphne's lips parted and a lazy sigh escaped. She placed her hands on her breasts and started to bounce on him. At the bottom of every down stroke, she circled her hips and rubbed her clit against him. He gritted his teeth at the unbelievable feeling of her pussy bottoming out on him again and again. He jerked the belt fast and faster. Never one to disappoint, she rode him wantonly. The bed rattled with her rapid movements.

Taking both ends of the belt in one hand, Cord used the other to smack her ass. She cried out with every swat. If she had asked him to stop, he would have immediately but she didn't. Instead moved even more quickly. Her fingers snaked down her belly and dipped between the glistening folds of her sex. She massaged her clit with tight little circles.

Cord's balls drew up against his body. His stomach trembled as heat rolled low through him. He smacked her backside hard enough to leave a mark. “Come for me, Daphne.”

Her thighs squeezed him just a second before she tossed her head back and shrieked. Nearly feral, she rode him like a woman unchained. He had never seen anything so amazing as Daphne in the throes of passion. There was no holding back his climax. His entire body stiffened as cum rushed through his cock. “Daphne!”

She collapsed against him. He wrapped his arms around her and held her close. They gasped for air and trembled. When he started to soften, Cord gently shifted her off of his chest and did what needed to be done. Later, she curled up against him and crooked her calf over his. He soothingly caressed her back. She shuddered a bit when his hand drifted lower and encountered the heated skin of her bottom.

Curious, he craned his neck and glanced at her ass. He had smacked her hard enough to bring a red flush to her brown skin. There were deeper marks where his belt had bit into her waist and hips.
Shit.

“Dammit, I’m sorry, Daphne.” He gently caressed her luscious bottom. “I didn’t mean to mark you up like this.”

“I bruise easily,” she said without much concern. “It’s fine.”

“It’s
not
fine. Not the first time, at least.” He felt like a dick for getting caught up in his pleasure and the moment. “I want us to have fun in here, but I don’t want you walking around with black and blue backside.”

She rolled her eyes. “You’re overreacting. It barely stings.” With a seductive wiggle, she said, “It’s more of a good hurt than anything.”

His brow arched. “A good hurt?”

“I liked it. A lot,” she added shyly. “Maybe we could do it again?”

“Aw, hell, sugar, we'll be doing that and more. Anything you want, we'll try.” His heart clamored in his chest at the thought of all the antics they might get up to together.

“Anything?”

Cord's eyes narrowed. “What do you have in mind?”

“Well,” she toyed with his chest, “would you wear your spurs?”

Surprise rippled through him. “My spurs?”

Pink stained her cheeks. Daphne nodded. “You have no idea how that sounds affects me. And the way you smell when you come in from work.” Her eyelids drifted together. She shivered in his arms. “God, Cord, it drives me wild.”

“Wild, huh?” He rolled her onto her back and nipped her neck. “I'll have to see what I can do about that…”

Chapter Seven

Daphne licked a dollop of cream cheese frosting from the spatula. Before he had left for work that morning, Cord had promised to grill steaks for dinner. She'd decided to make an Italian cream cake, her absolute favorite, for dessert. It was basically the only cake recipe she had ever learned to make so she hoped Cord would like it.

The squeal of the front door sent her pulse into overdrive. She could barely hear the jangle of spurs over the thud of her heartbeat against her eardrums. Electricity zipped along her spine at the realization he stood in the doorway behind her. She inhaled deeply and caught the scent that was so perfectly him.

Hands trembling, she put down the spatula and turned to face him. Two lengths of rope dangled from one hand. Cord stepped into the kitchen, his footfalls loud in the silent house. There was a no-nonsense look to his face. A thrill of lust and apprehension rippled across her belly.

“Get on the table.” His no-nonsense voice did wild things to her heart. She clenched her thighs together and did exactly as he asked.

Without hesitation, she hopped onto the rectangular table sitting in the breakfast nook. Cord tangled his fingers in her hair and captured her mouth in a ravenous kiss. She clutched at his shirt. Her mind reeled as the smell of leather and sweat and cedar infiltrated her senses. She buried her nose against his neck and licked at his skin.

Cord growled and pulled free. “On your back.”

His husky tone sent shivers through her core. She leaned back and rested on the table. Cord walked around to the other end of the table and took her wrists in hand. With surprising finesse, he looped one rope around her wrists and then secured the loose end around a table leg. He left a little slack in the line. Goose bumps rose on her skin. Her shallow breaths seemed to communicate her excitement.

Cord smiled down at her and caressed her face. He bent low and kissed her sweetly before moving toward her feet. Grasping her thighs, he hauled her down to the very edge of the table. The rope circling her wrists pulled taut. He bent her knees and planted her soles against the wooden top. Her eyes widened at the sight of the gleaming knife he produced from a sheath dangling from his hip. He sliced the remaining rope in half and used one piece to tie her left ankle and thigh together. He repeated the process on the other leg.

“Cord!” Daphne gasped with shock when he slid his fingers under the crotch of her panties and split them with a quick flick of his knife. The roughness of his action simultaneously thrilled and frightened her.

Without another word, Cord left the kitchen. She listened to his fading footsteps. Was he coming back? Was this part of the game?

Daphne tugged against her bonds, testing them out of curiosity. She had never felt so open or vulnerable in her life. Currents of air from the overhead fan blew against the wetness between her thighs and cooled the skin. She yearned for Cord's touch. Her pussy throbbed at the thought of his cock sliding into her again, filling her, stretching her as only he could.

Trembling at the sound of his spurs, Daphne lifted her head and watched him enter the kitchen. He tossed a condom onto the table and started to remove his dusty Stetson. “Leave it on,” she begged.

A sexy smile curved his luscious mouth. “Whatever you want, baby.”

“I want your cock, Cord.” Daphne decided boldness was required. “Fuck me.”

Nostrils flaring, Cord stepped up to the edge of the table and unbuckled his belt. His fingers flicked through the button and zipper of his fly. He freed that thick, long cock from his boxers and covered it with the condom. With teasing strokes, he rubbed the crown through her folds. She tried to force him inside her body by lifting her hips and pushing against him but her bonds kept her firmly in place.

Holding tight to her thighs, Cord thrust home. Daphne arched her shoulders and shouted his name. He drove into her mercilessly. There was nothing tender about their frantic coupling. Daphne surrendered completely to the idea of being completely submissive to him. The knowledge he would do whatever he wanted to her ratcheted up her desire.

Torrents of pleasure raced through her body with every forceful plunge of his cock into her dripping core. Living out this fantasy, being ravished by her rough, hard cowboy, took her to heights of rapture she had never imagined possible. She gripped the rope tied to her wrists. In the heat of the moment, she paid no mind to the red marks she would likely bear after their kitchen tryst. She lived only for that moment, for the absolute ecstasy Cord stoked within her.

Daphne's orgasm crashed down upon her with such force, she could hardly breathe let alone cry out. She convulsed atop the table, hips snapping, arms flexing, as Cord pounded relentlessly into her. The table slid across the kitchen floor with every jerk of his hips. He roared like a lion and came, his fingers biting into her thighs so hard she knew she would have half-moon bruises for a week.

Drunk with the post climax rush of endorphins, Daphne was barely aware of Cord cutting her loose and hauling her off the table. He sat down on the nearest chair and pulled her down across his lap, her thighs straddling his. Cupping her nape, he kissed her long and hard. His taste and smell intoxicated her. She clung to his shoulders, her fingers fisting the damp fabric of his shirt. Would there ever be a more perfect moment than this?

“I need a shower,” Cord said finally.

Daphne grinned impishly and wrinkled her nose. “Yes, you do.”

He rubbed her backside through the scrunched fabric of her skirt. “Care to join me?”

She nuzzled her nose against his. “As if you have to ask…”

Cord chuckled and kissed her. He inclined his head toward the table. “Was it everything you wanted?”

“Even better,” she replied, stroking his stubbled cheek. “Maybe we can try one of your fantasies next.”

Cord flicked his tongue over her lower lip before nibbling it playfully. “Sugar, I think you and I are going to set tongues wagging out on this old ranch.”

Giggling, Daphne brushed her lips against his. “I wouldn't have it any other way…”

***

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