Roping the Wind by Kate Pearce

her knees, her hands on the side of her head and rocked back and forth.
    ‘Oh God . . .’ She wanted him so badly it was like a physical pain. Did he sense that from her? Every time he talked about fucking her, about taking her , it was as if he’d stepped into the most private part of her imagination and read her darkest fantasies.
    She tensed at the soft knock on the door. Jay’s scuffed brown cowboy boots showed under the gap.
    ‘Helen, let me in.’
    She opened the door and he stepped inside, immediately filling the small space. She watched as he relocked the door and faced her.
    ‘Are you OK?’
    She nodded, too afraid to open her mouth in case she begged him to touch her. He reached for her wrists and held them together in one of his big hands.
    ‘Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.’
    In one deft motion, he turned her until her hands were pressed against the cream-tiled wall opposite the toilet. All she could see were the tiles. All she could feel was the slight pressure of his grip on her wrists. He stood behind her, his soft breath stirring the hairs at the nape of her neck.
    Helen closed her eyes as he kissed her ear lobe and then bit down on it.
    ‘Keep your hands on the wall and don’t turn around, OK?’
    She tried to control her breathing as he unfastened her pants and pushed them down to her thighs, exposing her ass and her pussy. He slid one booted foot between hers, widening the gap between her legs until the tight fabric of her pants stopped further movement.
    ‘You see how easy it is to do what you are told?’
    He stepped closer until his body leant into hers, the buckle of his belt cold against her heated skin. She shivered as he stroked her hip and then cupped her mound. ‘Of course I’d like it if you didn’t do what I said as well. It would give me an excuse to put you over my knee and spank you.’
    His thumb circled her clit and she jumped. ‘Has anyone ever spanked you before?’
    ‘Not since I was about six.’
    ‘I told you my thoughts weren’t PC. I’d love to spank you until your cheeks were red and then fuck you hard. I like to imagine you going to work the next day and not being able to sit down because every time you did you remembered the feel of my hand heating your skin.’
    In desperate need of relief, Helen pushed her hips back against his groin. She could feel how hard he was. He groaned and pinched her clit. She bent her head until her brow rested on her outstretched hands. Now she could see his fingers buried between her legs.
    ‘Please . . .’ God, was that her whimpering?
    ‘What do you want, Helen?’
    Beneath her arousal, anger stirred. He knew, the arrogant bastard, he knew what she wanted. Did he expect her to beg? She had to force the words out between her teeth.
    ‘You’re supposed to be in charge, aren’t you? Don’t you know?’
    ‘Hell yeah, I know.’
    She gasped as he pushed all four of his fingers deep inside her, widening her so quickly she thought she couldn’t take anymore. He thumbed her clit as he worked his fingers in and out. She leant into the wall, rising on her tiptoes as he led her toward a climax.
    Her scream echoed around the bathroom until he abruptly cut it off with his hand over her mouth. She bit into his flesh as the aftershocks continued to dance through her. He kept his fingers inside her, his thumb lingering over her clit.
    ‘Is this honest enough for you? I want to fuck you hard and fast and then slow and steady. I want to tie you up and make you beg; I want to fill every part of you with my come and then do it again and again until we’re both too tired to move.’
    Helen barely registered his possessive words as she struggled to come down from the best orgasm of her life. The roughness in his voice made her squirm against his fingers, wanting more, needing more. He let out his breath.
    ‘Dammit, our dinner will be getting cold.’
    He stepped away from her. With all the composure she could muster, she