Made To Beg In Front Of The Ranch Hands: A Rough Western Pet Play Humiliation Romance

I keep the ranch running with my chin high and my walls intact, but Wynn Darcy sees straight through them to the part of me that wants to kneel. Nothing on this Wyoming ranch will hide what he plans to do to me in the tack room. The hands work close enough to hear.

He means to fasten the collar around my throat, pull me upright on the rope, and have me beg like the animal he owns while the risk of discovery burns between us. My denial is loud, but the fear of the ranch hands witnessing my surrender only sharpens the ache to obey his every humiliating command.

The door latches shut and the belt comes free from its hook. All that's left is the order I both dread and crave, the one that could save everything or leave me exposed in ways the land never could.