Espino, Stacey - Hogtying the Cowgirl [Ride 'em Hard 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Stacey Espino

to lose his old man only a few short years later, along with his mother. Clay wondered if he’d ever have a son of his own to pass down his legacy and the fine tool he held.
    A car accident had left Clay and his one sister alone in the world, their parents snatched away by a teenage driver out street racing the back roads. He’d taken the new responsibility for his younger sister seriously, working like a dog to support his sibling both emotionally and financially. Winning along the rodeo circuit got them on their feet. Then he used some of his wins to start his own small business. It grew significantly over the next decade, until now, when he was opening his largest distribution center yet.
    Kayla preferred city life and already felt claustrophobic in the sleepy town. But God knew he’d never allow her to move far away. He wouldn’t feel right if his little sister was beyond arm’s length, too far for him to help her if she needed it in a hurry.
    “What do you plan on doing with that? Why am I even here?”
    “Give me your hands,” he said, holding out one of his own.
    “No.”
    He spun her around with ease and brought her arms behind her like a cop to a criminal. “There. Was that so bad, darlin’?” He secured her wrists behind her back with the twine and held her against the refrigerator.
    “You must be crazy.”
    There was no fear in her voice, only goading. She liked being bossed around, craved it. Angel was the classic submissive who wore her big-girl pants to looked all puffed up. She needed a firm hand to keep her in line, teach her manners and discipline.
    “Now we’re going to have a little fun while I teach you how to behave. If you’re a good girl, you’ll be rewarded. If you’re bad, you’ll get spanked just like last time.”
    Just recalling her beautiful, rounded ass over his knee was enough to make his dick swell even larger.
    “Let me go,” she said with little conviction. “Landon’s my boyfriend now.”
    He chuckled. “Is he? Then where is this young lad who’s so devoted to you, Angel. If I remember correctly, he’s avoiding you like the plague.”
    “Is not!” She wriggled her arms. He’d hit a soft spot in her armor plating. The little princess was afraid of rejection.
    “I’m older than your lover boy, baby-doll. I know how to treat a woman.”
    “By tying me up?”
    He directed her to walk in front of him as he held her secured arm. “Up the stairs,” he said, his voice carrying the dominance he intended. He couldn’t take any sass from Angel, or she’d never stop running her mouth. She needed some tough love and hard fucking. He prodded open his bedroom door with his boot and closed it once they were inside. The room was mostly bare like the rest of the house—a bunch of garbage bags filled with clothes, boxes, and general disarray. His bed was king-sized with a heavy patchwork quilt for the chilly nights.
    She looked so young with her flawless skin, flowing blonde hair, and lush lips. He had no business falling for a twenty-two-year-old woman, but it wasn’t always easy to control what his heart desired. Perhaps it was the nurturer in him, wanting to teach and protect her. Or the dominant streak in him craving to control her, make her his. Whatever it was, he was about to test all his theories.
    Clay approached her and unbuttoned her jeans and then drew down the zipper. She wore blue panties today. “You have strong hips,” he said as he tugged the denim down her lower body. She didn’t fight him but also didn’t say a word. “They’ll be good for holding on to when I fuck you.” He hid his smile, so she wouldn’t know he was trying to rile her.
    He gave her a little shove, and she toppled sideways onto the bed. After tugging off her boots and jeans, he eased her up into a sitting position. “If I cut you loose, will you behave while I get your shirt off?”
    “No, I’ll never behave for you.”
    “Good. That’s good, darlin’.” He had plans for