Below is a brief excerpt from Tied and Taken by the Cowboy (Trussed Up and Used in the Alley!) by Eléonore Dupuis.
Please note that this story contains very explicit descriptions of sex with a stranger. It includes bondage, rough sex, public sex, very rough deepthroat, reluctant semen swallowing, and more. You should only download this book if that’s legal in your location and if such content doesn’t offend you.
How about a peek (if it won’t tie you up to much)? Here you go…
When I drank my fill I got up and made my way out of the bar into the parking lot. Stepping out there I noticed a tall man with a handlebar mustache and a cowboy hat. He was by far the sexiest of all the cowboys I had seen that night. He walked over when he saw my glance and I blushed at his approach. Oh God, what had I started?
He smiled at me and said, “Leaving already?”
He had a bit of a Southern drawl and that turned me on too, and made me blush harder. I prayed that he’d think I was just a bit drunk and not truly acting like some school girl. “I’m afraid I’m going to call it a night.”
“Well,” he said in that yummy drawl, “What if I pulled out my lasso and tied you up and then you wouldn’t be able to leave at all.”
I had no idea why but his words sent me into a tailspin of arousal and I actually giggled. “Well then, I suppose if I was helpless I’d have to do whatever you wanted. I suppose I’d be completely at your mercy and I wouldn’t be calling it a night until you were through with me.”
I couldn’t believe the words that came out of my mouth. It was so damned out of character for me, and I really wasn’t much of a risk taker. I was normally the good girl.
He smiled at me and took three steps to the right. There was a pickup truck there and it had to be his because he reached in the bed and a moment later he had a yellow nylon rope and I didn’t know what the hell to do. He gave me a little half smile, a cowboy smile I thought, and I was starting to get afraid but at the same time I was still fucking turned on.
In short order he had a large loop at the end of the rope. He smiled at me and then his hand moved like a blur. I felt the rope fall around me and then he gave a little yank and the rope tightened. Suddenly, my arms were pressed against my sides and then he pulled me the eight or nine feet that separated us until I stood in front of him, breathless and shaking with adrenaline. In a quick movement, he had me up in the air and over his shoulder.