Dallas Fire & Rescue_Sizzling Attraction

by Thianna D.

  Until now.

  A zap of sharp pain splashed through her clit and across her lips when his palm made contact. His hand was huge. And he did not pull his strikes. One hand rested on her buttocks and the other came down between her legs over and over, no respite, no pause in between.

  It was hell. It was heaven. The slash of hot pain as his hand came in contact and then the flood of passion and pleasure that flowed out from it. And he rained it down on her again and again, ringing out cries which turned to screams… which turned to tears.

  That ball of pain that had rested in her chest for years expanded until it choked her. But as much as the pain was numbing, it was also the most alive she’d felt in a long time. And the pleasure that came after the pain was too good to stop.

  “How are you doing?” he asked as her sobs increased.

  “M-more,” she said. “Please, Sir. M-more.”

  “Need it more intense?” he asked.

  “Yes,” she cried out.

  There was a pause and then something small smacked against her clit at the same time as his hand came down on her ass. Fire sizzled between her legs. The heat flooded out in a wave. The ball of pain in her chest exploded. A screech left her lips and she burst into huge, gut-wrenching sobs.

  For the first time in years, Madison wailed with complete unrestraint.

  Beau unhooked the tall, gorgeous sub from the spanking bench and picked her up. The bad-fitting wig slid a little, showing off fire-engine red hair. His groin, which had been hard since he saw her, pressed painfully against his zipper. While all women were beautiful, redheads were exceptional in his book. He ignored the pain. They were not here to fuck, even though he would have welcomed being inside her.

  Maddie had needed that spanking. That was obvious. And he had the feeling she came just for that reason. She’d needed a spanking to help her let go. And by the sobs wrenching from her body, she’d had a ton of stuff to release.

  What had driven her to come tonight of all nights? She knew what she needed. A spanking. Even though she was slightly embarrassed by it, she’d admitted to needing a clit spanking. Damn but he loved a woman who knew what she needed and could ask for it. It made what he did easier.

  Well, it made what he did as a top easier. As a Dom, he was intrigued at the beauty curled up in his arms. Black covered her face. Whatever she’d used to line her eyes had not been waterproof. Nor had her lipstick. And he’d loved that when she stripped, she’d left her heels on. A woman who had a lot of self-confidence and yet who needed help to let go.

  She was a firecracker. He had the feeling that playing with her would be fun each and every time. It was too bad he was only in town for the weekend before going back out on the circuit. As a bronc rider, he only ever came home to Dallas once a year—twice if there was a rodeo he wanted to ride in on his home turf. But that rarely happened.

  So he’d never see her again. Nor her beautiful hair as it fell down her back. Or even better, from behind while he rode her and held her purely by a pony tail.

  She trembled and he grabbed a small blanket and wrapped it around her.

  Once again, fate had shown him the kind of woman who would have been perfect for him if it wasn’t such a fickle thing. He couldn’t have her. So thinking about it was useless.

  It took ten minutes before she was able to rise to her feet. She met his eyes which he absolutely loved. This woman was no shrinking violet. Damn. He had to at least try.

  “That was a great scene,” he said and she smiled.

  “It was. Thank you. I… That was the best spanking I’ve ever received.” Even sweat-soaked with black streaked over her face, she looked better. Given the pain she’d cried out, he wasn’t surprised.

  “Thanks. I’m not in Dallas often. But next time I’m here if you’re around, I’d love to play with you again.”

  Her face shuttered so quickly, he blinked. “Thank you, Beau, but this was my last hurrah. I can’t do this—” She lifted her finger and whipped it around to show she meant the club. ”Anymore. This was my last night.”

  “That’s a shame,” he said as she hooked her bra and pulled up her panties. A slight hiss left her lips as she pulled them up, though whether that was due to her hot ass or her stinging pussy, he couldn’t be sure. “You’re gonna feel that for a few days,” he said with a chuckle. He’d hit her with a crop for that last blow and it had been just what was needed. But it would leave a sting behind.

  Once she was wrapped up in the scarf again, she reached up and patted her wig, pulling it down over her hair. “Well, um, thanks.” She took a step toward the main aisle.

  “Maddie.”

  She paused and looked over her shoulder.

  “My name is Beau. If you ever do come back, ask Jeff if I’ll be around. He’ll know. You and I both know you need this. And there’s no shame in that.”

  Sadness filled those gorgeous green eyes and she shook her head. “I can’t.”

  And then she strode away.

  With a groan, Beau sat back onto his stool. Why did he always find the wrong girls easily and the right girls when it wouldn’t work out?

  Chapter One

  2 years later

  “Ya know,” Joseph said, a hint of amusement in his voice. “Maybe you’re looking in the wrong place.”

  With a roll of his eyes, Beau Trey only partially listened to his friends’ ribbing. It was another beautiful day and they would all ride for the next few nights. So what if the women he was attracted to weren’t quite right. He figured he just hadn’t found the perfect girl yet. She had to be there under the expensive form-fitting clothes, five-inch heels, and attitude that could make his dick wake up no matter how drunk he was.

  “I can’t blame him,” Kendrick said with a yawn. He lay sprawled out on the bed in his dingy hotel room. “My last girl was hot as fuck and she had that whole ‘I’m sexy and I know it’ vibe going on.”

  “That was her bitch persona,” Joseph reminded him. “She was a sweet, submissive woman on the inside. Beau keeps thinking he’ll find a sub in a shark.” He shook his head. “Those are mutually exclusive concepts.”

  “Tell it like it is, old man,” Beau said with a grin, teasing Joseph about his advanced years. “I’m sure the women in your day were one or the other. Not today. The women today can be evil and good all in one sexy, hot-as-fuck package.”

  Joseph shook his head but didn’t respond. Kendrick just gave them a tired grin. In the last year, that was the first grin Beau had seen from him. Things were looking up. “All right. Well, while you two rest for tonight, I’ve got to go drop in on my mom and say hello. Hell to pay if I don’t.”

  “Tell her I said hello,” Kendrick said. “I love her food.”

  Beau grabbed his Stetson and nodded, shooting them his mega-watt smile as he knew it would amuse them. “Sure enough. She knows we’ll be in town this week so I don’t doubt there’s heavy duty bakin’ goin’ on. Momma swears we’re all eatin’ nothin’ but beans and rice out there. I told her beans and rice don’t get the top prizes but she just ignores me. No matter how many times I win.”

  After leaving Kendrick’s motel room, he made his way to the F-350 pickup he’d had for years. He could afford to buy himself a new one, but he preferred the old girl. She kept going no matter what. Whistling softly under his breath, he hopped into the cab. Life on the rodeo circuit wasn’t particularly easy, but he enjoyed it. Riding hard, playing hard, and fucking hard. His favorite activities. Well, there was also scening hard, but so far he hadn’t found the kind of girl who would bend over willingly for that. Joseph was lucky in that regard. He and Alice had been together for thirty plus years and had been in an intense D/s relationship for over two decades of their marriage. “Things were different back then,” he reminded himself as he backed out of the parking spot and headed toward home.

  The women nowadays were tough as nails, at least the ones that attracted him. He loved all women—tall, short, willowy, well-endowed, but a certain
type of girl would turn his crank every time. Tall with large chests, narrow hips, and the tendency to wear short tight dresses that showed off their assets. They also tended to have a mouth that could cut a man down to size with little trouble. Beau fidgeted a little at the thought. That kind of women could take him from asleep to ready to go quicker than the time it took to take a breath.

  Beau turned off the highway close to his mother’s house. He could practically hear her voice in his head. “Stop focusing on the bitches, Beau. There are tons of wonderful women out there. You find the perfect woman for you. Intelligent, brazen, and yet willing to follow your lead.”

  As if such a woman existed. Well, he supposed they did—but it was a rarity to find everything he wanted in one package. To date he’d only gotten close once. And she’d wanted nothing to do with him after learning about his “Unnatural kink obsession.”

  Even though he hadn’t lived there since he was eighteen, there was a sense of coming home as he pulled in front of his mother’s quiet rambler home. On five acres, it felt like an oasis from the hustle and bustle of life. Unless he turned away from the house and saw the Dallas skyline in the distance. He had barely gotten halfway up the walk when the front door opened and his mother stepped out. Myla Trey still held some of the former glory that had made her Miss Texas once upon a time. Her hair was more gray than blonde nowadays, but the twinkle still lit up her eyes and her smile shone bright. “Beau,” she said and held out her arms. “About time you came to visit.”

  “Hey, Momma.” He pulled her close, remembering a time when he’d barely come to her waist. Now he was almost a full head taller than her. “Kendrick and I have been dreamin’ of your goodies so the rodeo circuit saw fit to run for a week right in your backyard.”

  “Pshaw,” she scoffed, but her smile never dimmed. “Come on in. Are you staying here or at the motel?”

  “The motel. It’s closer to the grounds.”

  He followed her into the house. As she told him how his brother and sister were doing and dropped all the little political bombshells his family loved to feast on, he noted that the house looked old. It hadn’t been painted in years and the carpet was threadbare. When the hell had that happened? “Momma?” he said, accidentally breaking in during one of her rants. “Do you need some help redoin’ this place? I can pay for it to be painted and new floorin’ put in.” His father’s death benefits weren’t bad but they weren’t great either. Why hadn’t he thought to send more money her way?

  She bristled instantly. “The house is fine, Beauregard Hamilton Trey.” While he loved his name, it was never good to have all of it from his mother in one mouthful. Shit. He was in trouble now.

  “I know, Momma, but—”

  “Don’t Momma me,” she said in a firm voice. “Your father’s money helps and I still make a good living. I choose to keep the house looking like it did when your father was alive. I’m not starving… unlike some people.” She glared at his tall, thin frame. “When was the last time you ate? And stop that.”

  “This morning,” he said, dropping the accent he had used so often on the circuit that it had become a part of him. His mother had insisted he and his siblings pronounce their Gs as children. But he’d found his fans and especially cowboy-crazy women liked the accent. “Kendrick, Joseph, Alice, and I went out for breakfast.”

  She snorted her opinion of that quite clearly. “Come on,” she said and headed toward the kitchen. “I figured you’d been eating poorly. I’ve made several meals and snacks for you to take back with you.” Knowing it would be useless to argue, he followed. When they reached the kitchen, he managed not to laugh. Every surface was covered in plastic containers of food. He and Kendrick would get sick if they ate it all.

  His mother pulled a full tray of chicken from the oven and put three pieces on a plate. She glanced over at him as she added mashed potatoes and some corn. “How’s Kendrick doing?” From the moment she met his friend a decade earlier, she’d half adopted him and when Kendrick got thrown three shows in a row, she’d been so worried she had sent care packages to them weekly.

  “He’s doing good. Recovering. He smiled today for the first time without forcing it. Though I think he’s getting tired of bull ridin’. He doesn’t seem to get a kick out of it anymore.” His lips quirked. Not dropping his Gs was more difficult than he imagined. As much as he loved his mother, he looked forward to being away from her and being able to speak as he chose.

  With a quick nod, she pointed him toward the kitchen table. “Now, you eat and I’ll fill you in on the rest of the Barnet goin’s-on.”

  The Barnets were one of the political families that created ruckus wherever they went. They were also one of his mother’s favorite topics. Whenever he came home, she would invariably fill him in on whatever insanity they were up to. Kevin Barnet was in his third senate term. His son Kyle just won his first state senate seat. And his daughter was being groomed to run for office. “Cold as ice,” his mother said as he finished cleaning his plate. “I haven’t met her, but everyone says she has no empathy or emotions. Just like her daddy,” she hissed, making him choke on his last bite of chicken.

  “Well,” he said, “if any of the rumors about her stepmothers are true, I’d buy it.” Kevin was on his fourth wife and each one seemed a little less human. It was said that the current Mrs. Barnet was 75 percent plastic.

  She laughed and slapped him on the shoulder. “Bad as your daddy,” she said fondly.

  He grinned. “Are Vy and Balt comin’… coming tonight?” His sister was twenty-one and would soon be heading off to New York City for the life of a money cruncher. Cobalt was thirty-five and a local accountant. It was strange that both of his siblings were into numbers. He hated them… except for counting the ones in his bank account. And even that he left up to Cobalt. His brother let him know when his account was getting low so he would spend less rather than go into his savings.

  “Tomorrow,” his mom said. “Vy’s got a date and it’s Balt’s night with his kids.” She paused and something in the air made him still. Whenever his mother was about to impart news she knew he would not want to hear, she gave off a unique sort of energy that forewarned him. “You’re riding tonight, correct?” she said in a falsely uncaring voice.

  “Yes,” he said slowly, awaiting his doom.

  She smiled brightly. “Perfect. A wonderful lady by the name of Judy Wrythesdon is fixin’ to be there with a few of her friends. She was runner up to Miss Texas four years ago and is now a junior reporter at the local ABC station. I thought you could meet her and see how things go.”

  And the boom lowered. Beau closed his eyes and slowly counted backward from fifty. His mother knew he hated setups. But if she was throwing it at him, it meant she was getting desperate at getting him hitched. Cobalt was married at twenty-five and divorced by thirty, but at least he was married and had two children to carry on the Trey line. At thirty-one, Beau figured he was prime meat. Unfortunately to his mother he was a step closer to the grave.

  “I’ll be busy, Momma,” he said once he reached one.

  “I know, but you’ll only be in the arena for a couple minutes. Add in thirty minutes for prep and afterward. She’ll come find you. I’ve showed her Momma your picture. She says Judy likes cowboys.”

  It was with great effort that he didn’t slam his forehead down on the table. Whoever Judy was, it didn’t matter that she liked cowboys. There was no way he could get involved with a woman who knew his mother. At some point, his proclivities would come out. He’d die of embarrassment the day his mom gave him the fifth degree on it.

  Hopefully the night would go by fast and he could find things to keep him busy. He’d have to be nice to Judy or he’d hear about it. But that didn’t mean he had to date her.

  Chapter Two

  “Please?” Judy begged, her eyes doing even more pleading than her tone. “My mother and his have decided he and I will be great together. I’ve never met Beau and you know how I get around cowboys.
You’re the only one who can keep me grounded.”

  Madison shook her head in amusement as she stared at her best friend. “You couldn’t have said no?” she teased.

  Judy rolled her eyes. “Oh please. You’re lucky. Your mothers never seem to care what you do. Mine will make my life hell if I don’t impress Myla’s son.”

  It was true that Madison’s stream of stepmothers didn’t care what she did. Hell. The newest was younger than Madison. She’d always wondered what it would be like to have a mother who cared about her life. But hearing Judy’s tales over the last few years assured her that would have probably driven her nuts. “I’ve got to get that report in,” she reminded Judy. “Dad’s campaign manager is starting to gear up my marketing so that when they announce my run for office that I’m a household name.” She tried to stay upbeat about it and thought she carried it off as Judy sighed and nodded. The fact was, she didn’t want to run for office. She hated politics. The fake smiles. The stabbed backs. And worst of all, the feeling that she had to act a certain way or hell would fall on her head. Sometimes it was too much to handle.

  Three months. That was all she had left of any kind of freedom. And then she’d be on the campaign trail. Smiling no matter what and kissing babies and making promises about things she knew well she wouldn’t be able to keep. “I’ll go,” she blurted out and Judy blinked at her. Whether it was at the surprise change of mind or the fact she kind of yelled it, it was hard to tell.

  “Are you sure, Mad?”

  No. “Yes. I need a fun, crazy night out. And who’s gonna blame a Texan for going to a rodeo?” At least she hoped that was the kind of spin she could put on it.

  Judy’s smile practically blinded her. It was the one that almost won her the Miss Texas pageant. If Carlene Mathews hadn’t been sleeping with the judges, that smile would have taken her to the top. “Thanks. Be ready at five. I’m not sure when Beau will be riding but I should watch so I can compliment him… or give him my condolences if he falls on his head.”