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Category: Erotica/Fetish Erotica/Romance
Description: Cowboys and Their Toys is one of 8 short stories in the Cowbos in Charge anthology from Black Velvet Seductions. Jennifer loved Jason and she'd trusted him as he led her into the BDSM lifestyle. But now he wanted to take things to a more intense level and she balked at it. Would she lose him if she didn't agree to go 24/7?
eBook Publisher: Black Velvet Seductions Publishing Company, 2011 2011
eBookwise Release Date: August 2012

Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [30 KB]
Words: 5872
Reading time: 16-23 min.

Jennifer's head pounded as she watched Jason walk out of the bathroom, a towel slung low across his hips. He'd already showered and shaved. All she'd done was lay here in bed, her body slowly recovering. Her cowboy had woken up early this morning, not to get started with ranch chores. No, he'd had a serious hard-on and a major desire to play games. She didn't mind his wilder times really, but sometimes he pushed the edge. This had been one of those days, particularly since she had a hangover.

He grinned crookedly, his brown-eyed gaze heated as he studied her. She was still where he'd left her, tied spread-eagle across their bed. "You look so damn good this way, sweetheart." He ambled closer, reaching down to trail his fingers up one inner thigh and down the other. As she trembled, he blew out a shuddery breath as well. "Mine, all mine."

He'd spent over an hour proving just how much he was in control when he tied her down. The things he could do with those big, long-fingered hands. The ways he could torture her with his talented tongue. She'd nearly passed out from blind pleasure at one point. Then he'd fucked her so hard she'd thought the bed would collapse. After he'd calmed enough to be able to move again, he'd climbed off of her, gotten a wet rag and cleaned her up, but he hadn't released her before taking his shower. She knew he liked seeing her at his mercy as long as possible. For the most part, she was okay with it. She'd accepted his dominant ways even before they married four years ago.

His gaze continued to hold her, possessively. She blushed all over, as ridiculous as that was.

This had never been a lifestyle she'd dreamed about. If any other man had suggested trying the simplest part of BDSM, she would have turned him down before he could take another breath. With Jason, though... She'd trusted him to be careful with her. She'd come a long way since the first time he'd tied her hands together.

"I didn't hurt you, did I?" Concern creased his brow. His quickly towel-dried hair looked sleep rumpled. She liked threading her fingers through the thick, dark hair and wanted to touch it even now.

"Did I?"

"No." She'd thought she might die from being taken to one shattering orgasm to another. But hurt her? No.

That macho, pleased-with-himself look replaced the concern. He stroked her inner thighs again, smiling wickedly as she quivered from head to toe. "So responsive," he said in approval.

She liked that she pleased him. Sometimes, though, she wondered if she could actually do what he wanted to try. So far she'd never let him down and enjoyed the times when he pushed her limits. But he'd been hinting about taking things a bit deeper, to a more intense level. She'd balked at the suggestion so far. He hadn't pressed her about it in the last couple of weeks, but she was pretty sure the idea was still in his head. The worrier in her feared that if she didn't agree to it, he'd lose interest in her.

There were a lot of women around who would go after her hard-bodied, sexy husband. She still had trouble believing he'd gone after her, a somewhat shy part-time teacher instead of one of the more aggressive women in town.

Forcing her thoughts back to the moment, she said casually, "It's time, don't you think? You're going to be late meeting your friends in town." She had a lot to do, too. "And I need to get started on my Christmas baking."

Normally, she would have just asked him to let her up now. But she'd gotten in trouble with him last night at the local ranchers' party. She'd drank too much, gotten to be a lot more "party girl" than he liked. Then during the drive home, she'd been foolish enough to sass him about his being too much of a stick in the mud. He'd ended up burning the blazes out of her butt with the "learning" paddle before they went to bed. Her having a tender bottom this morning hadn't kept him from this wild session. Not that she hadn't enjoyed herself, but her bottom was sore again from all the frantic bouncing around and rubbing against the sheets.

He studied her eyes, frowning. "Still a bit hung-over, aren't you?" He moved down to untie one foot and then the other. "Hope you got the message last night about not drinking yourself silly. We've got more parties this week. I sure don't want to have to deliver another walloping or two."

She didn't want that either. "No more liquor for me," she vowed. She drew her legs closer together and sighed in relief.

"I don't mind if you drink, Jen. You just need to pay more attention to the number of drinks you down." He untied her wrists, taking a second to gently massage each one before gently kissing it.

Her arms tingled, but not from having been restrained so long. No, there always seemed to be magic in his touches, his kisses. She always wanted more.

But there would be no more now. He nodded at the bathroom, his expression grim. "Go tend to your personal business. I'll get dressed and then we'll deal with the other matter."

"Other matter?" Her heart raced. He must have told her about another punishment after he'd finished paddling her and she'd laid down crying herself to sleep. He'd been really upset with her.And she did remember calling him a name or two. She only did that when she got drunk and careless with her tongue.

He opened the top drawer of the nightstand next to the bed. She didn't want to see what he was going to pull out. Yet she couldn't look away. Dread curled through her at the sight of the butt plug he used when she'd really misbehaved.

"You know I didn't mean what I said," she said warily. "We don't have to..." But she knew him. He had made up his mind to do this and it was going to happen.

His answer was to toss the plug on the bed and walk to the closet for his clothes.

She thought about staying in the bathroom but she knew that delaying the matter would only upset him more. She'd earned this punishment and she would live with it.

He was fully dressed by the time she walked out again. He had a tube of lube in one hand and the plug in the other. "Bend over. Let's get this done with since we both have things to get to today."

Her day would be much better without walking around with a plug up her ass. She could refuse it. Jason never insisted on something she didn't agree to do. But she was a submissive and accepted that fact. She loved him, even the sometimes stern dominant side of him. Resigned, she stood next to the bed and bent over to brace her hands on the mattress. Her bottom was thrust nice and high for him.

"Ease your feet apart a little more." As she did so, he carefully applied the cold lube around her hole and just inside it. He took another second, during which she knew he was applying lube to the plug. Then he held her cheeks slightly apart with one hand and guided the tip of the plug to her rim. "Hold still, sweetheart."

No matter how many ways he'd seen her naked and spread, having him shove a plug in her ass was embarrassing. She held her breath at first. He worked it in an inch, pulled it almost out, pushed it in further. He always gave her time to adjust. The point wasn't to hurt her, but to give her a reason not to act in a specific way again.

"Ready?" He held the plug still and waited for her answer.

She could still say "no" and he would stop. She'd never done that, but she knew he would. Not wanting to drag this out any longer, she said, "Yes."

He pushed harder and the plug went past her sphincter muscles. She grimaced in discomfort as her muscles pulled the plug the rest of the way inside. So full. So awful. The initial sting always made her suck in a breath, just as it did now.

"Okay?" Even if she deserved to be punished, he always let her know he cared about her.

"Yes," she hissed. The initial sting started fading, but the fullness and oddness would remain for as long as she was required to wear it. Sometimes he only made her keep it in for an hour or so. Sometimes all day. Once, all night.

She didn't move, still adjusting. "How long?"

He'd walked to the dresser and returned to carefully lift one of her feet and then the other into a pair of tight-fitting exercise shorts. He'd bought them for her specifically for keeping a plug in her bottom as she moved around. He eased them up her legs, drawing her upright, and then patting between her legs to make sure the plug was still in place. "We'll take it out tonight."

She tensed, her stomach knotted with dread, which made the plug immediately press harder inside her. She wanted to protest, tell him again how sorry she was for her bad behavior. But she didn't want to disappoint him more. Part of why she didn't want to wear the plug was it had a tendency to make her sensitive, to arouse her. Already she was feeling the stirring of desire. It would be worse when she actually moved. Trying to not think about it, she said, "We have a dinner at the church tonight."

He met her gaze. "Make sure it's still in when I come home. If it is..." He didn't have to say that if it wasn't, he'd put it back and she'd be wearing it to church. It had happened before.

"I'll be good."