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

Angel which included an old-fashioned hogtying if necessary. Clay drew out his knife and sliced through her binds. “Arms up.” She held her arms firmly to her sides like a stubborn child. He wrestled her for a minute, easily overpowering her. When he’d tugged the material off over her head, he used his palm to push her back onto the mattress. She was just wearing a little white sports bra and the blue bikini panties. The sight of her laying there, the vision of innocence was enough to make any young cowboy fall in love. Or a thirty-four-year-old one like him.

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    Angel’s entire body tingled, butterfly wings fluttering in her womb. She loved Clay’s take-charge personality, his strength, his experience. He had a dominant vibe to him, and when he glared at her, the corners of his eyes crinkling, her pussy got even wetter. Now she was soaked through, probably enough to darken her panties. But she was too proud to admit to wanting him to keep going, to make her do things that would make other girls blush. Of course, resisting was half the fun. She loved fighting him so he’d fight back. It turned her on when he dominated, ordered, and took what he wanted whether she verbally agreed or not.
    If Angel didn’t want to be here, she had no doubt she’d get out in one piece. Her brothers had taught her some wicked self-defense moves, and despite Clay’s large size, she’d be able to break free long enough to get out of the house. But Angel didn’t want to go anywhere. She still remembered the hungry look in Clay’s eyes when he watched Landon fucking her, taking her virginity. When his rough hand held her breast, she could barely contain the wanton energy building up inside her. If her brothers hadn’t heard Clay’s truck pull up, she had no doubt that she’d have ridden both cowboys that night.
    She knew she was supposed to hate Clay and everything he stood for. Landon would probably feel betrayed that she slept with the enemy. But where was he now? Maybe Clay was right and he’d only sought her for the sex. It was difficult to believe with their history, but she also had no experience with the complexities of relationships.
    “You can pretend to hate me, baby-doll, but your wet, little pussy tells me differently.” He grabbed the edge of her panties and tugged them down her legs, leaving a burning streak behind. She gasped, feeling so exposed on his big bed with him looking down on her. Angel held her knees tightly together, anticipation making her clit throb.
    “Whatever.”
    “Still with the smart mouth?” In a flash, he rolled her to her stomach and then smacked her bare ass so hard she yelped. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
    She twisted back around and watched as he stripped off his shirt and loosened his belt. The clang of metal against metal was the most erotic sound she’d ever heard. “That’s a prize buckle,” she said. She remembered Landon mentioning something about Clay riding in the circuit.
    “That’s right. I’ve paid my dues. Life hasn’t always been easy, but it seems I’m being blessed as of late.” He pulled the leather belt clean out of the loops and wound it around his hand like a bronc rider getting ready for the gates to open. “I don’t regret any of my experiences, good or bad.”
    It was so hard to hate Clay, which was probably why she did. He had to be too good to be true. “Were you a good rider?” It eased her nerves to talk, but she knew she was only stalling the inevitable.
    “The best. But you’ll find that out soon enough.” He slapped the end of the belt into his other palm while staring at her intently. She swallowed hard. Her daddy had given her the belt only a couple times when she was younger, but her brothers knew it well. She could only remember the pain and humiliation, but now Clay was bringing it back in a whole new light. Her body shivered, anxious to feel the sharp crack of leather on her ass. She’d always handled pain well, not a