Rough Ryder by Elizabeth Veatch, Crystal Smith

softest mattress that she had ever been on.  The bed was messed up like someone had been in it not long ago.  The pillows were strewn across the head and along the wall.
                       “So what now?  You gonna hold me hostage?  Newsbreak, you won’t get anything for me.”
                       “Hmmmm, hostage? Like hands tied up?  Ya know, working on a ranch, I’m pretty good with a rope.” Taking one step after another until he was standing so close she could feel his breath on the top of her head.  “There are a lot of things I can do to you that will make you scream,  but not in pain, at least not pain that you won’t like.”
                       Gasping, her heart skipped a beat.  Stepping backwards, she felt the bed at the back of her knees.  She could feel herself becoming excited.  The unknown pleasure she knew he could and would bring her was making her thong wet. 
                       “Really, like what?”
                       “First, I think you should be properly attired.” And with that he reached around her and lifted off the bed the little outfit she had worn at the club she had gone to with the girls.
                       “What is…  Where did you get that?”  She couldn’t believe she could get any more excited than she was at that moment.  She swore if he was to touch her now, she would come where she stood.
                       “I can get anything I want, anytime I want.”  He moved towards her, as if he were stalking his prey.      
                         She felt her nerves growing.  Quickly her response was to change his thoughts.  “Why are we in a barn?  Why is there a fridge and bed here?  Don’t you sleep in the house?”
                       It didn’t work. 
    “This is one of the quarters that I use during calving season.  I have to be near the cows.  There is a fridge here because I may get thirsty while here.  I don’t sleep in the main house, mine is off in the back.”
                       By the time he had finished talking, he was standing there in front of her.  Tugging at her clothes until they were completely gone, leaving her standing in nothing but her white thong and white matching lace bra.
                       Her breath hitched.  She felt herself growing weak in the knees.  “Why did you undress me only to dress me in that?”
                       “Who said you would be wearing that tonight?”  His eyes roamed up and down her body until he was staring back into her lust filled eyes.  She might be able to hide her feelings with words, but her eyes told the truth.
                       “I just assumed when you showed me, you would want me to wear it.  You said first I needed the appropriate attire.”  If he would fuck her like he had by the tree, she would wear anything he wanted her to.
                       “That’s for tomorrow.  Lay down on the bed.  Keep your eyes open.  I want you to watch what I do to you.”  His lips turned at the corners.  Smiling as if he knew her stomach had just sunk to the ground.
                        She watched him watch every move she made, until she was lying flat on her back.  He stood there.  His eyes roaming over body, her wants and needs making themselves known to her in tiny little surges to her pussy.
                        It seemed like hours had passed before he stepped towards her.  She knew that it really had been less than five minutes.  But those minutes continued as if time had been frozen.  Frozen with his gaze staring at her naked body.  She wondered what he was waiting for.  What he wanted from her. 
                        His hands reached over her, gripping her wrist, he