Free Annie And The Cowboy (Western Night Series 3) by Rosie Harper Page A

approaches me. His deep eyes have the fire of the devil flaming inside. My complete vulnerability and naivety helps me discover what I never thought really existed; being completely at the mercy of a sexy, ripped, successful billionaire, holding me hostage evokes freedom from any burden of responsibility. The whip explodes with the speed of a lightning bolt shot straight from the heavens landing on my inner thigh with a savage yet sensual impact. I shriek and the adrenaline kicks in as he lashes out again, this time with a slightly sharper connection. A cold sharp rush causes me to shriek to which Ricardo repeats the action across my chins albeit a softer impact. He now holds out the savage tail in front of him; letting it hang and dangle as he brushes it over my inner thighs and my hanging breasts. “Release your inner submissive. Release it. Face what you are.” I remain completely strapped apart, he calmly places his hand over my vagina allowing it to hover there momentarily. It is only a centimeter or so from the gaping hole as I feel the brushing of my hairs against his skin. I experience sensual vibrations as my inner submissive is evoked for the first time in my life almost at the point of climaxing. With a single touch that can only be described as divine, he calmly places his finger on my clit causing me to breathe in sharply and tug on the leather straps with all my might. My wide open eyes have a look of despair as I begin to shake and now groan with joy pooling my vaginal fluid over his bare hand.  “Estas muy bien, estas muy bien” were Ricardo’s remarks at my euphoric display of willing. For good measure he inserts his thick sausage a single time all the way inside me before withdrawing. I’m yearning for his Latino semen at this point, wanting him to cum too. I have since lost track of any purpose and cannot remember if Ricardo will have missed the meeting or not. He didn’t seem like he was going anywhere at this point as he swiftly releases me from my bonds; cutting the leather straps around my feet and ankles.
    I’m trying to recover from my deep, sensual climax as he now marches me a few paces to a pair of iron horizontal bars. It is located on the floor and the space between the bars can be adjusted with two sets of shackles at each end; I’m guessing for my wrists and ankles. With his macho strength he easily holds me over the contraption and successfully set the two bars in position in order to shackle me in a doggy style pose. Upon the locks being tightened through vices, my inner submissive instinctively says, “I’m yours.” I feel so sexy saying this and the dirty thought of me being a slave girl held by a dominant tyrant begins to get me excited. Ricardo doesn’t reply as he spreads my legs apart and secures my ankles to the lower bar. When the last vice is locked in I am now completely chained and bent over in a doggy style position.
    The iron shackles are thick and clang as I test the strength of my new bonds. Ricardo smacks me on the ass with a flat hand causing me to let out a pleasurable moan. “It is no use struggling. You are firmly secured. You know that you cannot move!” Hearing these words of complete and total dominance almost makes me cum for a second time. My vaginal and anal area is completely exposed and open to penetration. He separates my buttocks and I feel my pubic hairs fluttering in the open air. Without wasting any time he is now penetrating me from behind causing me to giggle with glee, feeling every ribbed bump on his penis stretching me tightly around his thick shaft. My arms jerk at the shackles holding me in place, accompanied with a pleasurable moan as my master continues to repeatedly thrust inward. The clanging sound can be heard and I look to my right and see our silhouettes amongst the sunlight on the far wall both merged and connected, swaying in the same motion. God it looks sexy as hell; my moaning; the shadow of my hanging hair; his muscular