Free The Curvy Girl’s Cowboy Orgy (Western, Gangbang, BBW) by Mallory Steele

 
    The Curvy Girl’s Cowboy Orgy
     
     
    Things had been getting rougher with Kane. Not just in the bedroom, but outside it too, and it was starting to scare her. She’d always hoped that he’d calm down after they got married, cool his tempers a little once they settled into life together, but it hadn’t worked out that way. Kane Fury, that wild, intemperate, aggressive man, had only gotten worse as time went by. But maybe what scared Cathy most of all was that she still found him so irresistibly attractive,   and maybe – and she could scarcely admit this to herself – maybe now she desired him even more so. But still, something had to give. There was a difference between the excitement of fantasy and the excitement of real, tangible danger. Her husband had already raised his hand to her in threat and she feared it was only a matter of time before he actually really did lash out in anger and strike her. And after that she knew he would never stop – it was in his nature – and maybe a serious beating would only be the beginning. She was starting to realize that Kane was probably capable of much, much worse.
    And now here she was, lying in the luscious king-sized bed that they shared together, her almost naked body pressed against the soft silk sheets and expensive pillows that could do nothing to ease the roughness and the harshness of what was to come. Around Kane Fury everything turned mean. The dusty leather belts that fastened her wrists to the bedposts – they were the truth of this moment. They were the truth of Kane.
    And sure, this was what she wanted. He’d been adamant in making her admit that before they begun, and it was true, she could not deny that aching, grinding heat in her loins, the tender, tantalizing spark of being so powerless and beneath his control, but behind that pounding lust and dripping desire something else gnawed at her soul. It was fear. Fear and the sense that even if she hadn’t wanted this, even if she hadn’t consented on her own terms, maybe Kane would have made it happen anyway. Kane, as he’d so proudly boasted on their first date together, was the kind of guy who made things happen .
     
    Cathy had had a boring life. She knew it was the truth and she wasn’t afraid to admit it. After all, in the town of Dancers’ Outpost most people did. But Cathy was different, if only a little. She’d always been a dreamer, a reader, a fantasist who always kept her eyes to the horizon, waiting for that wild roving knight to come and sweep her off her feet on some marvelous adventure. Though it wasn’t like she’d ever expected that to actually happen. She was a fantasist sure, but in Dancers’ Outpost to survive you had to be a realist too. And that went for everybody.
    But still, when she’d met Kane’s eyes that night in the Saddle and Whip Roadhouse a fire had been kindled inside her that even to this day hadn’t quite gone out completely. There were plenty of other women in the bar that night and most of them, Cathy didn’t mind admitting, had been much better looking (not to mention slimmer) then she was. But it wasn’t any of those girls who Kane’s steely blue eyes were staring at. It was her. And when he walked over to her table, slow and dominant and totally in control, Cathy’s heart had nearly jumped right out of her mouth and onto the floor. When she found out he was the joint-owner of the place she wasn’t one bit surprised. Everything about him intimated power and ownership. Soon he would own her too.
    He didn’t ask her out on a date, he told her where to be at the prerequisite hour. That first evening he took control of everything, he ordered her meal for her, her drinks (BBQ Ribs, taters and biscuits, not quite her first choice though at least he’d gotten the drink right) and when they went out for a walk along the boardwalks to the edge of town to watch the sun set over the rocky horizon, he had placed his strong arm around her waist in a way that