Slapping Leather

by Desiree Holt

  “You come home with me. I might even be convinced to make you breakfast in the morning.”

  If the kiss earlier had been enough to make her head swim, this one made her melt completely. His tongue probed and swept and glided. His teeth nibbled her lips and his tongue soothed it. One arm banded her to him while his other hand threaded through her hair to cup her head. She wound her arms around him and gave back as good as she got. Her own tongue explored his mouth, tasted every bit of him.

  When they broke apart, both were panting for breath.

  “We need to move this party before I forget I’m in someone else’s house,” he told her, that low voice vibrating through her. “I’ll follow you, okay?”

  “Yes.” She grinned. “Let’s hurry.”

  Alex’s smile melted her toes. “You said the magic words.”

  ****

  They left only the nightstand lamp on in the bedroom, its glow soft and warming. Liz had pulled out her big gold box of playthings from the back of her closet, smiling at the hot light in Alex’s eyes when he opened it.

  He stepped out of character to undress her, peeling off each item with tantalizing slowness, kissing each inch of skin as he exposed it. He arranged her on the bed on her stomach, pillows propped beneath her, turning her head so she could watch him as he rid himself of his own clothing.

  “No punishment tonight,” he told her. “I know how much it turns you on. As much as it does me. But tonight I want something else.”

  Naked, he stood at the side of the bed, fingers wrapped around his cock, stroking it slowly. He smiled when she ran her tongue over her lips.

  “I know you want this in your mouth, Elizabeth. And you suck it like the perfect sub. I think your mouth was made just for my cock. But tonight I have someplace else to put it. Spread your legs.”

  He reached between her thighs and probed between the folds of her pussy, making a sound of satisfaction when he found her soaking wet. Drawing his fingers back, he painted her lips with her juices.

  “Lick your lips,” he ordered. “See how good you taste.”

  Obediently, she ran her tongue over the surface of her mouth, loving the heat that danced in Alex’s eyes as he watched her.

  He slipped two fingers inside her again, bending over her slightly, his hand still on his erection as he slid his fingers in and out of her wet channel.

  “Don’t move, no matter what I do. Stay completely still.”

  He pulled his fingers out and moved to her clit, stroking, stroking, and Liz had all she could do to hold still. Electricity jolted through her, the first tendrils of the climax stirring deep inside her. Gritting her teeth she forced the pleasure back, dropping into subspace where she cocooned herself in a sensual web.

  When Alex moved away, she simply laid on the bed in erotic limbo, waiting for his next move, his next command. She sucked in her breath when she felt the dildo she’d pointed out as her favorite slipping its way into her pussy a little at a time until the tip touched her womb.

  “Feeling a little stuffed?’ His voice was thick with lust.

  “Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir.”

  Fuck me, Sir.

  Then his fingers were probing at her anus, cool gel thick on them, pressing into her tissues. She sucked in her breath.

  “Yes, Elizabeth.” His chuckle was like a sexy tune. “Tonight I’m going to fuck you in the ass.” He bent over her so his mouth was next to her ear, his breath a warm breeze against her skin. “The ultimate intimacy. Outside this room you are every bit the strong woman I fell in love with. Yes, love. But inside, on this bed, in this room, you are mine to command. And to give pleasure to. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Sir. I do.” Oh, she definitely did. Pleasure swamped her as she realized what he was telling her. She was his, completely, but he’d never consume her, never treat her with anything except love. This time she didn’t have to be afraid.

  And she wasn’t, only filled with anticipation and love.

  Yes, love.

  She waited impatiently while he bound her wrists at the small of her back. Then he was between her thighs, pulling her to her knees, opening the cheeks of her ass, prodding at her tight opening with the head of his cock. Inch by inch, he pushed into her. The dildo in her cunt made everything so much tighter. So much more pleasurable.

  And when he placed his hands on her hips and began to move, the coil of her release began unwinding in her body, rising rapidly, and threatening to swamp her. The walls of her pussy fluttered in anticipation, and her nipples ached and throbbed. Her body wanted that orgasm she was forced to deny. She had all she could do not to come at once.

  Not until he tells me.

  But oh god, he seemed to take forever, every slow glide of his shaft in and out exquisite torture. The pillows balanced her, allowing her to thrust back with her hips. The pleasure was incredibly intense, invading every inch. And she hung there, aroused beyond belief, in sub space waiting for him to give her permission.

  In, out, harder, harder, the dildo sliding back and forth with every movement of his cock, until she was sure she couldn’t last another minute. Faster now, harder still. His hands tightened on her hips and his pace increased.

  Oh, please, Alex, I need to come so badly.

  “Now, Elizabeth,” he shouted. “Come now. Right now.”

  They exploded together, her pussy clutching convulsively at the dildo, his cock pulsing inside her ass. Nothing existed for her except the consuming sensations and this man. This man.

  On and on it went, hard spasms gripping them as they rocked together. And then finally, it was done.

  He flicked the knot on the rope binding her wrists, freeing them, and collapsed forward, catching his weight on his arms. His heart beat furiously against her back, his breath rasped at her ear. Her own heart was pounding wildly, and she wasn’t sure she’d ever be able to draw a normal breath again.

  Long moments passed before their bodies went slack and satisfaction wrapped around them. Alex had made no move to withdraw from her body.

  “I like being connected to you,” he said, as if reading her thoughts. “I want to be connected to you for a long time, Liz. A very long time.”

  She sighed. “Me, too.”

  He kissed her cheek. “I think I’ve been looking for you all my life.”

  She smiled. “Then I’m very glad you found me.”

  “But just remember.” He chuckled. “If you misbehave, the leather paddle comes out of the closet for a discipline session.”

  She laughed and yet shivered at the thought of leather slapping her flesh. Stinging her ass. Heating her body. “Then I guess I’ll be misbehaving a lot. For a very long time.”

  About the Author

  Desiree Holt is flavored with the rich experiences of her life, including a long stretch in the music business representing every kind of artist from country singer to heavy metal rock bands. For several years she also ran her own public relations agency handling any client that interested her, many of whom might recognize themselves in the ages of her stories.

  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 a CAPA Award, winner of two Holt Medallion Awards of Merit, and is published by five different houses. Romance Junkies said of her work: “Desiree Holt is the most amazing erotica author of our time and each story is more fulfilling then the last.”

  Visit Desiree at

  www.desireeholt.com and www.desireeholttellsall.com

  To chat with Desiree Holt and other Wild Rose Press authors of erotic romance, join us at www.groups.yahoo.com/group/thewilderroses.

  Also Available

  Rawhide: Crack The Whip

  by

  Desiree Holt

  Book One of the Rawhide Series

  When rancher Reece Halliday met the new manager of his fetish club, Rawhide, he was shocked to see Katie Warren, the woman he'd l
oved and lost because of his sexual preferences. But a lot of time has passed and Katie has discovered the lure and satisfaction of BDSM—including the pleasurable sting of the single tail whip. Will Reece be able to lure her back into his arms—and bed—when he cracks the whip during their private sessions?

  Chapter One

  The day had been a scorcher, hot enough to blister skin. Unrelenting sun without a cloud to filter it. Reece Halliday left his dusty boots in the laundry room, stripped off his clothes in his bedroom, and then turned on the shower full blast. Running a ranch the size of the Golden Spur took a lot of hard work and sweat, from him as well as his brothers. Today they’d been cutting calves from their mothers. It was tiring, dusty work, parching the skin and the mouth. They’d managed to get all of the calves into the south pasture. Tomorrow would come the bitch work—branding.

  But tonight he was going to relax and give himself a treat. Tuesday nights were wild and busy at Rawhide. He had already scheduled a session with one of his favorite playmates. With what he had in mind for her, he could more than work out some of the kinks from sitting in the saddle all day.

  Kinks. He loved a different meaning of that word. He laughed, wondering what the very conservative ranching community would say if they knew he, the eldest Halliday brother, was the silent owner of a fetish club. And that he indulged in many of the fetish practices himself.

  During his senior year in college his roommate’s brother, who lived the lifestyle, had taken the two of them to a very private club and introduced them to the world of bondage and fetishism. Reece had been shocked at the lust roaring through him at the various acts he witnessed. Their host had gotten him a guest card as a pre-graduation present, and it had been the most sexually exciting period of his life.

  But once he was back at home, running the ranch with his brothers, without access to the sexual games he liked to play, he found himself irritated and frustrated. And taking a lot of “business” trips to cities where there were clubs open to the public. But those trips only partially satisfied him. And his brothers began to question all those travels.

  He wondered what they’d say if they knew he used his portion of the inheritance from their parents to invest in a club where he could satisfy his sexual appetites. He had done some very careful due diligence to find the right location, the right partner, and the right manager. Rawhide was about to celebrate its second anniversary, and the result, both financial and personal, had exceeded his expectations.

  Tonight one of his favorite subs would be there. As he stood in the shower, thinking ahead, his cock hardened and flexed as he anticipated the scenes they would play out in his private room. The ranch was flourishing, the club was thriving, and if he could ask for anything else in his life it would be to find a permanent relationship with a woman whose sexual desires and needs matched his own. A perfect sub with her own identity who could fit into the conservative ranching community here in the Texas Hill Country.

  Yeah. Like that would really happen.

  So he was…what? Doomed to satisfy his sexual needs in limited doses and marry a woman who thought being on top was the most kink she’d known? Reece sighed. No fucking way. He’d never be able to control himself that much in the bedroom.

  Both of his brothers were married and living in their own houses on the ranch, but Reece still lived a bachelor’s life and fended off all their “helpful” comments about settling down. Well-intentioned, but they irritated the hell out of him.

  By the time he reached Rawhide he’d managed to tamp down his exasperation and looked forward to the night ahead. India, a sub he often played with, knew to come to his private room at exactly eight forty-five. She would strip and wait for him in the pose he preferred—on her knees, hands behind her back, waiting for her collar and handcuffs. Usually he began the session with strokes from his favorite single tail whip. The pattern it laid on bare buttocks was incredibly arousing.

  But tonight he looked forward to trying out a new flogger he’d ordered, one with a thick braided handle and strips of the softest leather. Seeing what kind of welts it would leave on her golden skin. Maybe even slide the handle into her pussy and watch her wet, swollen folds close around it.

  And then, just to ice the cake, he’d slide a new vibrating dildo into her, turn it on full, and watch her climax while she sucked his cock. Maybe he’d use the candles tonight, too. Wax always ramped up the arousal factor. Reece shifted uncomfortably in his seat, taking a hand off the wheel to adjust slacks suddenly too tight in the crotch.

  But first he had business to take care of. Their manager was leaving due to a family emergency, and Clint Chavez, his partner, had searched for a replacement. After whittling down the possibilities to one, tonight Reece would put his stamp of approval on the applicant. Or not.

  He knew nothing about the person except she was a female, not so strange for a fetish club. He knew women often made the best managers.

  “She’s waiting in my office,” Clint told him when Reece came in through the back door. “She apparently got a job working in a club not too long after she graduated college and has worked her way up through the system.”

  Reece cocked an eyebrow. “Yeah? Wonder what she majored in to start working the fetish circuit.”

  Clint laughed. “She’s got a college degree in business management, and I literally stole her from a top private club in Atlanta. You can ask her yourself why she’s doing this instead of working in the corporate world.”

  “What would make her leave? Didn’t they pay her well?”

  “More than well.” He shook his head. “She was very honest with me. Although she’s a very strong manager, by nature she is a sexual submissive. She’s just coming out of a long relationship that ended badly and needed a change.”

  Reece grunted. “I hope she doesn’t intend to poach on the clients. Not good for our reputation.”

  “Don’t worry. She knows the score. She comes highly, and grudgingly, recommended.”

  “All right. Let me talk to her, but if you’re sold on her, I’m sure she’s fine. India knows she’s supposed to be waiting for me?”

  Clint grinned. “Yeah. What a good little subbie she is, waiting on her knees for you for thirty minutes.”

  Reece chuckled. “At least I told her she could use a kneeling pad.”

  “Yeah. You’re a damn prince. Okay, let’s go talk to the other lady who’s waiting for you.”

  Clint opened the door to his office and gestured to the woman sitting in a chair in front of his desk. Reece was halfway inside before her identity registered with his brain. When it did, he felt as if he’d just taken a hard punch to the gut.

  Thick masses of auburn curls tumbling past her shoulders framed a heart-shaped face. Hazel eyes that seemed to change color even as he looked at her stared back from beneath thick lashes. A very sedate, tailored navy sheath was little camouflage for lush curves. Slim legs were crossed at the knees. Feet encased in navy pumps.

  His gaze was drawn again to her face and the full, sensuous lips painted with a soft peach lip gloss. He knew those lips, knew them nearly as well as his own. He’d tasted them often enough in years gone by. As well as the rest of her body. Only then it had belonged to a girl. Now, she was a woman and he couldn’t seem to stop staring at her.

  And the sudden explosion of emotion shook him to his core.

  The first time he had seen Katie Warren she was the new girl at their high school, three years younger than he was. That hadn’t stopped him from going after her like a rutting bull. And falling so in love with her he couldn’t think of anything else.

  The last time he saw her she was a senior in college and spitting fire, storming out of the motel room they’d rented. Shocked by the things he wanted her to do and enraged because he was angry with her for turning him down. All their plans up in flames.

  Every time he thought about that that long ago night, which was far more frequently than he liked, he realized he could have handled things a lo
t differently. He’d let his ego and his dick knock his brain aside and regretted it ever since. Ten years without Katie had left a big hole in his heart and a burning lust that nothing at Rawhide could sate.

  Obviously, her outlook had undergone a radical change since that disastrous night. The only thing unchanged was his cock getting hard as a rock the minute he laid eyes on her. His feet seemed glued to the floor. He thought someone was talking, but he couldn’t be sure because there was a strange buzzing in his ears.

  “Reece?” A hand on his shoulder. “Can you hear me, buddy?”

  Clint’s voice. Okay.

  “I think Mr. Halliday might be a trifle surprised to find me here.” Katie’s voice was low and musical and sounded faintly amused.

  “You know each other?” Now Clint was the one who was shocked.

  Reece shook himself and walked around the desk to sit in Clint’s chair, as much to hide the bulge in his crotch as to take control of the situation. This was a business meeting. Nothing more. Fine. Except for the tidal wave of lust washing through him. He’d been so sure he was well over Katie Warren. Done and finished. And here she was, in the most impossible of situations for him.

  What the hell was he supposed to do so he didn’t look like an ass?

  “Nice to see you again, Katie.” He made his voice as steady and uninflected as possible, even as he couldn’t stop remembering the perfection of her body naked in his bed and the warm, welcoming heat of her cunt. An image of her tied to his bed, gagged, nipples distended and clamped, nearly undid him, and he had to fist his hands to pull himself together. Now he knew how junkies felt when they couldn’t feed their cravings.

  “Same here.”

  “Although I have to say, seeing you here is a big surprise. Especially considering how you used to feel about this lifestyle.”