It worked out well that Boone was not interested in putting stripes on her back nearly as much as he was in the mindfuck. In his mind’s eye, he could already picture her angelic little face and her body’s response.
“What about Kendall?”
Boone chuckled, thinking about his brother. “Kendall is about as kinky as they come, but I think he feels the same way Richard did. He needs to get beyond the worry about causing you pain. But he also has a lot in common with me. He’s an exhibitionist at heart.”
“An exhibitionist?”
Her gaze was intense as she kept up with him on the dance floor, and realization hit him. He decided to go ahead and ask while they were surrounded by all these people, rather than waiting until they were alone. The music was loud, so no one would overhear them.
His lips brushed against her ear as he spoke. “Close your eyes. I want you to imagine something for me.” She nestled close to him and laid her head against his chest. God, he loved the feel of her melted against him like this, trusting him.
“We’re at the club. You’ve stayed by my side the whole night, a good, obedient little sub. You’re still learning club protocols, so you’ve made some mistakes tonight, because you and I are so comfortable with each other. We are joined in a seating area by several other couples, all Doms and subs, including Master Joseph and his sub.” She nodded slightly against his chest, holding on tightly, already going there with him.
“You kneel between my legs. You’re naked because that is how I wanted you tonight, but also because I knew it would please you as well. I don’t mind if every Dom in the whole place admires your gorgeous, full breasts and your gorgeous ass and pussy. Master Joseph compliments your grace and your submissiveness and suggests that I should feel free to reward both myself and you for your loving obedience.”
“Oh, Boone.” Her shakily whispered comment was barely audible.
“I command you to rise to your knees and face me. I see the need in your eyes and smile because it matches my own. I instruct you to open my fly and release my cock. I’m already hard because I’ve been that way all night, watching you move and the way you blush all over for me. You ask if you may suck my cock for me.”
“Oh, honey, I would.” Her strained tone pleased him. His cock chimed in with tingling approval as well.
“I instruct you to suck my cock, and you do with great enthusiasm. Everyone watches you with admiration. Your eyes are closed, and each soft sound you make brings me closer and closer.”
Maya silently trembled in his arms.
“With a hand on your jaw I stop you and ask you to rise. It’s torture for me to stop you because your mouth is hot and feels good. You rise and I draw you onto my lap. I am gentle with you because it’s what you deserve from me, but there is a Dom amongst the group who believes I am not forceful enough with you. He believes that I should have disciplined your mistakes tonight much more harshly. You’re about to teach him what submission looks like.”
Maya looked up at him, her eyes a little misty and dazed. A thrill went through him at the sight. She was right there with him as he described his fantasy further.
“I kiss you, because I love you and want them to know it. This is more than me controlling you. This is you giving control completely, and me thanking you for the gift you’re giving to me. I turn you so you face away from me and place your thighs outside of mine.
“You tremble in my arms, knowing already what I want. You brace yourself on the arms of my chair as I lift you slightly. It turns you on to know everyone is watching as I slide into you bit by bit. You’re slick and hot as your tight pussy engulfs my cock, and you take all of me into you. I pull you back against my chest and spread my knees, which opens you even wider. All those seated with us can see every inch of your glorious pussy.”
Maya’s hand fisted in the fabric of his shirt. The other hand gripped his shoulder from behind, and she missed a step in the dance. Boone realized it was possible she might be so aroused by his fantasy she’d come for him right there, surrounded by others. That thought gave him an idea.
“I thrust into you as I slide my fingers down to your juicy little cunt. You’re very wet, and the thought of all those people watching my cock tunneling into your pussy has you on the verge of a screaming orgasm. Because I love you, I know what you crave, and I want to give it to you, my beautiful little submissive. I wrap my other arm around your shoulders and upper arms and hold you to me tightly as I stroke your clit with the other hand. Master Joseph and one of the other Doms comment on how lovely you are. You respond to their words, your pussy growing even wetter for me. Never once have I ordered you to hold back, and as I fuck you it becomes obvious you’re about to have an intense orgasm.”
Maya’s breathing was rapid, erratic panting, and she held on tightly to him, waiting to hear what happened next. She moaned faintly as he paused a moment longer for effect.
“The Dom, who believes I am not firm enough with you, makes a rude, ill-timed comment that you lack control and I am spoiling you. You hear him and are thrown off by what he says. Anger boils inside me that he has stolen the moment from you—the reward you had earned and deserved. The rude Dom is not a member of the club, but a guest. He is invited to leave the area by one of the masters, but I insist he and his sub stay and watch.
“I whisper to you to close your eyes.” Boone watched as Maya closed her eyes. Her instinctive obedience brought a smile to his face. “I’ve slowed my thrusting a bit during the interruption but resume as I whisper to you.”
“What do you whisper?”
“I say you are my good girl. I tell you I could not ask for better submission than what you have so generously given me that night and I don’t need high protocols to know you are submitted to me. I stroke your pretty little cunt, spreading your juices all around. I stroke more forcefully as I once again wrap my arm tightly around you and spread your thighs farther apart. I whisper that you are mine, and I love you. I order you to open your eyes and see the admiration of all those who watch you take my cock to the hilt with each stroke. All eyes are on your beautiful face and body as you submit to my command to come.”
“Oh, Boone.”
“Two more stokes and your back arches. Your pussy clamps down on my cock as you scream out your passion. I continue thrusting, because I know you’re not done yet and have earned another. You writhe against me as I increase the pressure on your clit until your body vibrates with tension.”
Speaking of tension, she had to be pretty damn close right now. He maneuvered them to the back of the dance floor farthest from the lights and turned to take advantage of the less crowded space. He held her to him in a snug embrace, and his thigh brushed against her mound as they continued the dance. With her back facing the wall, his hands slid down to grasp her ass cheeks, and he ground her against his erection. He could hear her whimper with pleasure.
“You see the lust in the observers’ eyes, knowing that while they might watch they will never touch you, only admire you as you please me. You focus on the wall behind them and realize it’s a mirror. You finally see what I have seen the whole time—a lovely submissive bringing her Dom great pleasure. The sight of your body trapped in my arms as I fill your pussy with my cock sends you over again, and your wails of pleasure echo through the whole club as everyone watches.”
“Oh, Boone,” Maya crooned quietly, and her body went completely tense and still. He smoothly turned her away from the crowd and she pressed her pelvis tight against him as her body shook with passion. “Oh, my God, Boone, I’m—oh!” She pressed her face to his shirt, and he held her securely as she finally went limp.
“I have you, baby.”
“I can’t believe…” Her voice was muffled against his shirt as she panted with pleasure.
“I can. It was beautiful, too.”
“I lost control, completely.”
“You didn’t lose it, Maya. You gave it. I had you safe the whole time. Nobody noticed us with all the
se others dancing.”
Shit! But in the haze of lust he’d forgotten all about the person who might once again be in the club recording videos. He hoped like hell their intimate moment had not been captured. She’d been so controlled right up until the moment of orgasm he doubted anyone could’ve known what was happening beyond a particularly intimate dance embrace. There were others out there dancing just as closely.
He kept them moving and glanced around as he kept one eye on her.
* * * *
Richard thought Boone had a particularly pleased look on his face when he returned with Maya to their table.
Kendall must’ve noticed, too, as he said, “Damn, about time you came back. We were about to send a posse out to hunt you down.”
Maya gave them both a dazzling smile and said, “Oh, we were talking and got carried away.” She giggled when she looked up at Boone, and Richard wondered just how carried away they’d gotten.
“I’m going to go powder my nose and freshen my lipstick. Would you mind ordering me another glass of wine?”
When Maya returned, Grace waved at Ethan in the DJ booth. The next song started as he returned to Grace and kissed her. All the girls made a beeline for the dance floor as Brantley Gilbert’s “Kick It in the Sticks” started to play.
Maya turned to her men and said, “Showtime, boys.”
Kendall chuckled and said, “Make it good, baby.”
Richard kissed her and watched appreciatively as she sashayed away in her little pin-up girl costume and those wicked red high heels. Combined with her short-shorts those high heels made her gorgeous legs look even longer and sexier.
As the girls proceeded to do their thing to the country rock song, Richard stood with the others watching Maya throw down her best moves. Maya had told them she hoped that if they were over-the-top tonight, the person holding the camera might become so distracted they would forget to be covert and might be easier to spot. Richard asked only that she stay away from the edge of the dance floor so no one could reach out and touch her from one of the tables.
His irritation mounted again as a voice he’d had to listen to all night long spoke up again. It took a lot to get Richard riled up, but he was damn sick and tired of Kent Hargrove. Adam looked at Richard across the table and rolled his eyes.
“Most of those women are spoken for. Or I assume they are. Why are they allowed to dance together like that?”
A deep chuckle rumbled from Richard’s chest as Ethan stepped up next to Kent and said, “Because we love the girls and like to see them have a good time. It’s our job to watch over them and keep them safe.”
Kent scoffed and said, “I hardly see where it’s worth the disturbance they could cause. Better to avoid trouble and not allow it to begin with.”
“Maybe so, Hargrove,” Adam said tersely. “But these women are worth it to us, including the woman we’ve listened to you condescend to all night. It’s obvious it’s not working out for you two tonight. What’s the problem?”
Hargrove sputtered for a few seconds, and Richard couldn’t believe the words that came out of his mouth next.
“I suppose some men like their women plus-sized, but I don’t and had no idea she was so grossly overweight.”
Richard glanced out on the dance floor to make sure Summer was nowhere within earshot. He couldn’t believe that was how Hargrove viewed Summer. She was stunning and curvy in all the right places and had been drawing admiring glances from men all over the club all night. She was vivacious, had a great sense of humor, and describing her as “grossly overweight” was grossly inaccurate.
“Hargrove, you must need glasses or something,” Adam said with a disbelieving shake of his head.
Ethan said, “Personally, I think you can’t handle a woman who has thoughts of her own and isn’t afraid to share them or debate them. You’re using her dress size as an excuse when the truth is she’s more woman than you can handle.”
Hargrove rolled his eyes but said no more. As the song ended the men went forward to claim the girls at the edge of the dance floor. When Hargrove didn’t make a move, Richard rose from his seat to escort Summer back to the table while Hargrove fiddled with his cell phone. When he returned with Summer, Hargrove was nowhere in sight.
“I wonder where Kent is,” Summer asked as Adam held her chair for her.
“Hargrove must’ve slipped out of the nightclub without saying good-bye. Maybe he’s in the men’s room.” Richard hoped he’d taken the cue and made his exit.
It didn’t sit well with Richard to stand by and watch a woman be mistreated. If Hargrove had not disappeared when he had, Richard was certain the men would have invited him to find a reason to.
A man approached Summer and asked her to dance. His attitude was polite, and she smiled at him and nodded. Maybe the evening wasn’t a total loss for her.
Richard kissed Maya as she rejoined them and took a little possessive pride when she happily allowed him to pull her into his lap to sit for a spell.
“Did you like my dance?”
Richard chuckled and pressed her against the tingling erection he’d been dealing with while watching her all evening.
“I didn’t get this talking to the guys.” He kissed her throat, and she chortled and wiggled against him.
* * * *
Frank Reeves watched from a darkened corner of the nightclub as Maya cavorted in her skimpy outfit with her redneck boyfriends. If Kendall Warner hadn’t shown up when he did, none of this stealth and sneaking around would have been necessary. His plan would have gone without a hitch without his interference.
It was obvious watching her that she was smitten with all three of the Warner men. That little kink of hers was disturbing to know about, and he was actually glad his plans to marry her had fallen through. He didn’t want her if she was willing to do the kinds of things a foursome did. Disgusting perverts.
His plan was actually simpler as it came together in his mind. Watch her, catch her when she was alone, extract the key by any means available, then hide her body well. The important thing was that he got his hands on the contents of the safe-deposit box. He cursed Morgan for making all this necessary by not storing the papers he needed in their safe at home. They would’ve been ridiculously easy to get at there. He doubted she even knew what was in it yet. If she knew, she wouldn’t be living in such close, cramped quarters with those three cowboys. She’d be living high on the hog, which was what he intended to do after he paid off his damned bill collectors.
Chapter Twenty-eight
Sunday morning, Kendall answered his phone as he stepped from the barn out at the JWB Ranch. Morning chores were finished, thanks to Boone and Richard’s help, and he was ready to head back to the Divine Creek Ranch and pick up Maya for lunch.
“Kendall Warner.”
“Hey, Kendall. This is Ace Webster. Sorry it took me a few days to get back to you about this guy Reeves. We’ve been busy with this blog thing. I’ve got the information if you want to meet somewhere.”
“Great. I’m headed over to the Divine Creek Ranch with the guys in a few minutes. Want to meet at the foreman’s house?”
“Sure, I need to stop in to see Jack anyway. How long before you head home?”
“Give me thirty minutes.”
“Sounds good. See you then.”
* * * *
Maya was at her laptop updating her resume for Dr. Guthrie when someone knocked at the door. Rising from the dining room table, she frowned when she looked out the picture window and saw an unfamiliar truck parked out front.
She gazed through the peephole, but the person was wearing a cap and was currently looking away, and she couldn’t see his face.
It must be one of the ranch hands or one of the guys’ coworkers.
She unlocked the deadbolt and pulled open the door. She gasped when she realized who it was and tried to slam the door in his face.
“Frank! What are you doing here?”
Frank jammed the toe of his
boot in the door before she could close it. She threw her weight against the door and looked around for a weapon. Frank was a big guy and had strength and weight on his side. Her cell phone sat on the table by the door, and she grabbed it and slipped it into her back pocket.
“I just want to talk to you, Maya. That’s all. I didn’t come out here to start any trouble.”
Liar! Trouble follows you!
Frank made no attempt to push the door inward. She glanced around the door edge and saw that he held his hands up in a nonthreatening gesture.
Her cell phone vibrated in her pocket.
“Maya, I just wanted to talk to you. I’m sorry I lost it with you last weekend. I didn’t come to make trouble.”
There was a grating edge to his voice that sent red flags flying in her mind. She’d known Frank long enough to recognize he was still angry. He wasn’t there to make peace.
She glanced at the message on her phone and said, “Frank, why are you trying to barge in if you don’t want to make trouble?” Her heart pounded as she waited for him to react.
Frank withdrew his boot, and the door slammed closed. She squinted at the message on her screen. It was from Grace.
“I’m standing in the barn watching your front porch. Who is that and do you need me to send help?”
Stalling Frank while she debated what to say and typed a reply, Maya said, “What do you have to say, Frank? Say it to me through the door.”
She didn’t want to upset Grace in her condition. “I’m OK. Name is Frank Reeves. Tell Kendall please.” She pressed send and slipped the phone back in her pocket.
“Maya. Can’t we talk face-to-face like two adults?” Frank’s tone was wheedling. He didn’t answer her question.
“Frank, I’m not opening this door until you tell me why you’re here.” She quietly slid the deadbolt home as he began talking, and she smiled as his ego served her purpose. No one could monologue like Frank, especially if he was talking about himself.
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