Lassoed By A Dom

by Desiree Holt

  “Are you kidding? You should be jumping for joy,” Jake told her. “We’re going to celebrate.”

  “I’m shaking from anger,” she told him. “I am so furious with that bitch I could kill her.”

  “I don’t think you’ll have to.” Jake chuckled. “She’s got some pretty high-placed people angry enough with her. One of the committee members told me they plan to ban her from competition.”

  “As they should.” Trish sat up. “Can you believe she slept with people to get them to lie about me?”

  “You’ve got some very good friends on the circuit, Trish,” he pointed out. “It’s the only way she could beat you, and she knew it.” He pulled her into his arms. “But as far as I’m concerned, you’re unbeatable. You’ll always be a winner in my book.”

  “I don’t think she expected people to actually dig past her lies,” Trish said.

  “A lot of folks on the circuit admire you, sugar. People who discovered what Lily was doing and got the proof to give the rodeo association.”

  “I’m so very grateful to them.”

  “It’s no less than you deserve. Than you’ve earned.”

  Trish blinked back the tears gathering in her eyes. This was Jake talking, Jake the man, not Jake the Dom. She was still amazed that he’d dropped everything and raced to her side to give her help and support. Throughout the entire miserable meeting, he’d been a solid presence at her side, an anchor. How had she managed to get so lucky? “I don’t think I’ll ever be able to properly thank you for everything.”

  “Reece did most of it.” He gave a soft laugh. “Man, by the time I got up to his house, he had all the pieces in place and just told me to get my ass in gear.”

  “But you came here to be with me. I won’t ever forget that, Jake.”

  He brushed his mouth softly against hers. “Maybe you can find a way to properly reward me.”

  “Do you have any suggestions?”

  “I do. They start with you removing your clothes.” Heat danced in his eyes. “Now, girl.”

  And just like that they were in D/s mode.

  Trish took a step back and pulled her sweater over her head. Jake’s eyes fastened on the red lace bra she was wearing. He drew the tip of one finger across the upper swell of her breasts, then briefly pinched each nipple through the fabric. Hard.

  “I love to pinch your nipples.” His voice had deepened. “They swell so nicely and turn such a gorgeous shade of dark pink. Must be why I brought a set of nipple clamps with me.”

  Trish stared at him. “In the five minutes you said you took to pack, you bothered to grab nipple clamps?”

  He nodded. “And a few other things. I knew we’d beat this, and I wanted us to celebrate properly. So you’d better get those clothes off. Now.”

  “Yes, Sir.” She couldn’t help giving him an impish grin.

  In less than a minute, she’d removed her boots and the rest of her clothes and stood naked before him, awaiting his next directions. He took a long moment to let his gaze roam over every bit of her, twirling his finger so she knew to turn in a circle for him. Anticipation skittered over her.

  She watched as he opened his duffel and took out a small velvet bag. When he moved back to her, she saw the tiny gold nipple clamps in the palm of one hand.

  “I wanted to put these on you since the first night we were together.” With great care he sucked each nipple into his mouth, nipping them with his teeth before he slid each one into a clamp and tightened the screws. The pain was instantaneous, and so intense, so pleasurable, her breath caught in her throat and the walls of her pussy throbbed. Jake took a moment to admire his handiwork, a hungry grin tilted the corners of his mouth. Then he reached into the duffel again.

  This time he brought out the blue silk rope he’d used that first night at Rawhide. Only instead of beginning the intricate process of binding in a Shibari pattern, he fastened a large loop at one end, took a step back and whirled it over his head. While Trish was still figuring out what he was planning to do, he let it fly and it dropped neatly over her head. Pulling on the long length of silk, he tightened the loop so her arms were effectively pinned to her sides.

  “I’ve lassoed horses and a lot of bulls,” he told her, gathering the rest of the rope in his hands. “I thought this time I’d rather lasso you.” He was standing directly in front of her. “You’re well and truly caught, girl. Keep that in mind.”

  Her heart beat frantically at his words. Was there hidden meaning behind them? Did she want there to be? She stood there while he wound the silken cord around and around her until she was caged in it from her shoulders to her hands, almost no skin visible between the coils except her breasts. The silk was wound carefully around them in such a way as to compress the flesh around the nipples. She watched him carefully, wondering what he would do next as he stripped off his clothes and tossed them onto a chair.

  Then he came to stand in front of her again. “We have some things to straighten out before we go any further. Pay attention.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “I came here today not as your Dom but as a man who loves you. Could I know that so quickly, you might ask? Damn straight. I think I knew it even during those few seconds in Oklahoma. It is a blessing to me to find a woman I can love this way who also loves the D/s life as I do.”

  She opened her mouth to say something but he pressed two fingers to her lips.

  “Not yet. I’m not finished.” He scraped a fingernail over the tip of each painfully compressed nipple, the resulting erotic sensations cascading through her body. “I want you, Trish. And I love you. And I want us to find a way to work this out.”

  Her mouth was suddenly dry as she realized she wanted this, too. She knew it the moment he stepped off the Halliday Ranch plane in Oklahoma when he fetched her, and she knew it even more when he gave her his strength and support during the dreadful hearing this afternoon. As they cabbed back to the hotel, she realized she wanted him for more than two weeks a year and a weekend here and there. It was a revelation to her that he wouldn’t try to control her except in the bedroom. That he would never ask her to stop competing, a profession that suddenly seemed less important to her than it had for so many years.

  “I-I’ve been thinking about this,” she told him.

  “You have?” He pulled the rope a little tighter. “And what have you been thinking?”

  “Th-That I might take Liz Wright up on her offer to work for her. You know, training horses and riders for barrel racing.”

  “Yeah, that’s right. I recall she mentioned it.”

  Trish nodded. “She’s been after me for a long time.”

  “You know,” he drawled. “You could still compete, only on a more limited basis. Just take the events that are really special.”

  “You would be okay with that?”

  He studied her face closely. “I don’t want to own you, Trish. I don’t want to do anything to kill that fiery spirit. That’s part of what I love. I just want some concessions here so we can be together.”

  Trish felt suddenly as if a huge weight had been lifted from her. She wanted Jake, and she wanted to be with him. She had reached a point in her career where she could retire at the top. It was time to expand the other areas of her life, and Jake Keenan was the one she wanted to expand it with.

  “Okay.” She grinned at him. “Let’s work it out.”

  He tugged on the rope again, pulling her even closer. “Just remember, when that bedroom door closes, I’m in control.”

  “That’s what I want.” Then she added in a mischievous tone, “Sir.”

  “I think I’ll have to do something about that irreverent sass.”

  Before she realized what he was doing he’d lifted her and placed her face down on the bed, hips at the edge of the mattress, legs spread wide. She was trying to wiggle herself into a more comfortable position when she felt the slap on her ass.

  Crack!

  The familiar heat suffused her thighs and her pu
ssy.

  “No moving. I have you just the way I want you.” His fingers probed between the lips of her cunt. “Soaked. Good, because I can’t wait to get my cock in you.”

  She heard the crinkle of foil as he ripped open a condom and held her breath as she visualized him rolling it on. Then, with just one prod at her entrance, he thrust into her hard and deep.

  “Get ready, girl,” he told her. “This is going to be a hard and fast ride.”

  With her entire upper body contained by the ropes, every sensation was concentrated below her waist, except for the streaks of pain from her compressed nipples. He rode her hard and fast, showing her no mercy, and she loved every single moment of it. He read the signals of her body accurately, sensing exactly when she was riding the edge of release.

  Reaching beneath her, he pinched her clit, hard, drove into her twice more and took them both over the cliff. Her body shook with spasms, her pussy clamped down on his pulsing cock again and again, and everything ceased to exist except for this mating of their bodies, the ultimate connection, and she gave herself over to it completely.

  Trish had no idea how long they lay there, Jake leaning on her back with his arms braced on either side of her. Finally, he lifted a hand, brushed aside her sweat-dampened hair and placed a soft kiss on the nape of her neck.

  “Mine.” It wasn’t a question.

  “Yes. Yours.” Surprisingly, it felt good to say it. “Yours.”

  He put his mouth close to her ear. “I love you, Trish. I love you, girl.”

  She smiled. “I love you, too, Jake. Sir.”

  She felt him relax against her body. “Just remember. I’ve got you well and truly lassoed.” He paused. “Forever.”

  “Forever,” she agreed and gave herself over to the feeling of happiness that raced through her body. Forever with Jake was exactly what she wanted.

  About the Author

  Known the world over as The Oldest Living Erotica Author, Desiree Holt proves every day that she is more than the sum of her years and more than the grandmother who plays with Barbie and Ken dolls: She is The Hardest Working Erotica Author, producing one novel or more each month and receiving rave reviews.

  She is twice a finalist for an EPIC E-Book Award, a nominee for a Romantic Times Reviewers Choice Award, winner of the first 5 Heart Sweetheart of the Year Award at The Romance Studio as well as twice a CAPA Award for best BDSM book of the year, winner of the Holt Medallion, multiple winner of the Whipped Cream Book of the Week Award and is published by five different houses. She has been featured on CBS Sunday Morning and in The Village Voice, The Daily Beast, USA Today, The Wall Street Journal, The London Daily Mail and numerous other national and international publications.

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