Bound By The Cowboy (Western Bondage Erotica)
Producer Angela Watson believes she has the next new hot thing, and that is cowboy Jake Chase. Angela arrives in Texas to explore his farm as a possible setting for a new reality show. Her willingness to match him step for step finds her and Jake alone in the wilderness for the entire night. Includes bondage and anal in this 8600 word erotic western short. More
Producer Angela Watson believes she has the next new hot thing, and that is cowboy Jake Chase. Angela arrives in Texas to explore his farm as a possible setting for a new reality show. Known in the industry as non-nonsense and tough as nails, Angela refuses to play ball when she meets resistance and resentment from Jake. Her willingness to match him step for step finds her and Jake alone in the wilderness for the entire night where the temperature from the summer air isn’t the only heat rising.
Jake Chase is struggling to keep his inherited family farm afloat when he is offered a once in a lifetime chance. Open up his farm, and his life, for the basis of a new reality series, and it is possible he may be able to save everything. Still, he resents the idea of selling out, and when he meets Angela, an attractive producer, he takes it out on her. When he sets up a scenario that leaves them all alone in the wilderness, camping under the stars for the night, he starts to see her in a new light. As things start to sizzle between them, he aims to show her a few more tricks.
Includes bondage and anal in this 8600 word erotic western short.
Warning: This story contains explicit sex scenes and is intended for mature audiences only.
I fell silent. Finding my throat scratchy, I drank more bourbon. My head began to swim, and my entire body relaxed as if I had sunk into a scorching hot bath. Jake’s eyes softened once more during my own little outburst and he gently pulled his hand from mine. He reached out toward me and tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear. His eyes bore into mine and my heart began to beat a hair quicker in my chest.
“Besides,” I said and looked away. “I’m not here only to assess your farm and your land.”
I looked back at him from beneath my eyelashes and smiled demurely. “I’m here to assess you, too.”
He raised an eyebrow at me but said nothing. I reached across him to the leather pack resting on the ground next to him. My breast nearly brushed against his chest as my fingers looped around the strap, and in response, my heartbeat kicked it up a notch in my chest. I quickly swallowed and pulled away, drawing the bag closer to me.
Jake leaned back, arms crossed behind his head, and watched me through lidded eyes as I flipped over the little flap and reached in. I pulled out a thick, long pocketknife. I raised my eyebrows at him and set it to the side. He said nothing but simply watched me as I pulled out a compass, some spare jerky, and some leftover biscuits from the morning. I reached in one more time and my hand brushed something rough. I wound my hand around it and drew out a large length of rope. I drew it out and out until at last the end snaked out of the pack. I held it up quizzically.
“Rope?” I asked.
He shrugged. “Sure.”
“You need this?”
“Never know when you might need good rope,” he said again with a shrug.
“Do you know how to use it?” I asked, smiling at him suggestively.
His eyes darkened and he pulled it from my grasp. He spoke in a low voice, “Yes.”
“Show me,” I said and stuck out my wrist.