by BJ Wane
Leslie smiled. “Yes, Sir. Thank you.” Too bad Grayson had fallen so hard for Avery two years ago when she’d first moved to Willow Springs and went to work at the diner. Leslie wouldn’t mind letting him put her through her paces again as he had the one time he’d invited her to play.
“Oh, yum, incoming pussy magnet,” Nan whispered after Grayson handed Leslie her wine and strode down the bar out of earshot. “Man, if only I wasn’t so fucking crazy about Master Dan.” She fingered the ornate collar around her neck as Avery and Leslie followed her stare to watch Master Mitchell stop to visit with Masters Greg and Devin and the petite blonde seated between them.
Standing an inch or two over the tallest members put the doctor’s height around six foot four, his lean build deceiving as the tight T- shirt stretched across his broad shoulders and snugly around the thick muscles of his upper arms could attest to. In his early forties, his salt and pepper hair and matching goatee added to his appeal and accounted for the good doctor’s popularity among the subs. Leslie caught sight of him last week but hadn’t met him. The two ex-FBI now dude ranch owners who weren’t here last weekend appeared enamored of the new sub they shared, if Leslie guessed correctly from their fond, protective gazes.
“Have you met Master Mitchell, Leslie?” Avery asked. “Or Kelsey, Greg and Devin’s new girl?”
“No, but I agree with Nan.” She shifted on the barstool, having decided the new Dom was the diversion she needed from thinking about Master Kurt and didn’t argue when Nan waved him over.
“Ladies, what can I do for you?” Mitchell’s eyes swung toward Leslie holding a gleam of interest. “I don’t think we’ve met. I’m Master Mitchell.”
Leslie took his hand, praying he didn’t notice the slight tremor of her palm against his. She wasn’t sure if the sudden attack of nerves came from the intruding image of Master Kurt’s face in her head or pleasure from this Dom’s attention. “I’m Leslie. Nice to meet you, Sir.”
Cocking his head toward Nan and Avery, he smiled and drawled, “Please tell me you’re not spoken for like these two.”
“No, I’m not.” The sense of betrayal tightening her throat didn’t sit well with Leslie and she shoved it aside as Master Mitchell squeezed her hand.
“Then I’d welcome the opportunity to get to know you better upstairs.”
Neither she nor Kurt had asked for monogamy and since Leslie didn’t intend to continue with their short-lived affair, all was fair, right? So why did a sharp prick of guilt cut her to the quick as she replied, “I’d like that, Sir.”
He didn’t give her time to second guess her decision, tugging her off the stool and asking for her limits and safewords as they wound their way upstairs and over to the St. Andrew’s Cross. His hands were gentle as he stripped the dress off and trailed his fingers down her legs as he removed her panties. Her heart pounded against her chest as he turned her to face the apparatus, not because he was binding her arms above her head to the wide upper X, but because she wasn’t getting that warm rush she enjoyed with Master Kurt. God, had he already ruined her for other Doms?
Kurt reached the loft and spotted Leslie bound on the St. Andrew’s Cross right away. As he eyed her slim, bare back, spread legs and white, soft ass, he didn’t know who to be pissed at the most, her or his dad. He shouldn’t have let Leland goad him into an argument right before he’d left. If the stubborn coot didn’t want to go to therapy or work at getting back on his feet, Kurt ought to leave him alone to stew in the misery of his own making. The problem was, he cared too much to do that, just as his strong feelings for Leslie wouldn’t allow him to give up on her regardless of her continued obstinance. Maybe, if those glimpses of a desperate, lonely ache reflected on her face weren’t continuing to wreak havoc with his conscience, starting with the first time she’d looked up at him, he would find it easy to wash his hands of her and walk away.
Between wanting to solve the mystery of her solitary life and the driving lust to fuck her in every way possible, he wasn’t about to let this little rebellion deter him from his goals. Mitchell flicked him a questioning look as he approached, checking the tightness of the ankle cuffs before rising to greet him.
“Kurt. I hope your scowl isn’t because of something I’ve done.”
“No, in fact I’d like to thank you for preparing my sub for me.” Leslie’s muscles tightened under Kurt’s hand as he caressed her clenching buttocks.
Mitchell’s eyes darkened, his gaze cutting toward Leslie. Fisting a hand in her long hair, he pulled, lifting her head. “Is this true, you’re with Master Kurt?”
She bit her lip, both men noticing the guilt swirling in her eyes as she looked from one to the other before her trembling mouth went taut and she replied with a thread of defiance coloring her tone. “We never agreed to be exclusive.”
Kurt winged one brow upward and crossed his arms over his chest. “I don’t share. In case I neglected to mention that, now you know.”
Moving back, a hint of amusement crept into Mitchell’s expression. “I’ll step aside and let you two work this out. Leslie, look me up if you decide to ditch Master Kurt again.”
Kurt waited until Mitchell walked away before leaning against Leslie’s back, loosely circling her neck with his hands and whispering in her ear, “Don’t you think you should have told me before you accepted another Dom’s invitation?”
“I didn’t think it would matter.”
A slight tremor ran through her body as he tightened his hands on her throat, just enough to remind her of his control, and what she’d agreed to. “Once again, you thought wrong, and you’re not being completely honest. You’d rather back away than risk revealing more about yourself, like you did last night.”
She tried to turn her head to look at him then released her breath in a huff when his hold wouldn’t allow it. Her throat worked under his hands as she swallowed and said, “You have no right to pry.”
Now it was his turn to sigh with exasperation because, damn it, she was right. Stepping back, he ran his hands over her shoulders, down her arched back and palmed her buttocks. “You’re right about that, but not about how you let me know you weren’t happy with me.” Digging his fingers into the soft globes, his thumbs slipped between the fleshy mounds to tease the sensitive area. “I’m disappointed you would resort to such a tactic instead of talking to me. Five swats with my belt or say red and we’re done. What will it be?”
Leslie couldn’t think straight, not with Master Kurt’s hands on her, the displeasure in his deep voice filling her with guilt and regret. She’d been a fool. What made her believe she could simply walk away from him now when she couldn’t forget him after one night together? Now she found herself torn between her ever-growing need for one man and her determination to ensure no one else would come to harm because of their association with her.
She heard the slide of his belt as he removed it and quaked inside. Goosebumps popped up across her backside as he trailed the supple leather over her flesh. To this day she didn’t understand how an aching, hot butt could calm her rioting emotions while drawing tears of discomfort, or how the hurt could eventually morph into pleasure. But there was no denying her body sang in tune to the silent threat, warmed to the promise of blissful pain and the pleasure induced forgetfulness it could lead to. If he allowed it.
Kurt reached around and cupped one breast before pinching her nipple. “Give me your answer, Leslie.”
Need won out over good intentions and she succumbed to the pull of that deep, commanding tone. For the first time in almost four years, she didn’t want to think in terms of ‘what if’, instead, opting for ‘why not’. “I’ll take the swats, Sir.”
“Excellent.” The soothing caress of his hand over her clenching cheeks warmed her as much as the approval in his voice. “Count them for me.”
Leslie faced ahead as Master Kurt took a step to the side and swung the belt. With a snap, the thick leather licked across both buttocks, leaving a prickling burn in its
wake. “One, Sir.” She bit her lip and braced for the second strike, which landed below the first with sharper intensity. Sucking in a breath, she whispered, “Two, Sir.”
Pausing, he coasted a hand up and down her back. His silence and the delay unnerved her until the throbbing ache dulled enough to rouse her yearning for more. Her cuffed hands and ankles kept her arms and legs bound but her hips were free to lift and push back in silent entreaty.
“That’s my girl,” Kurt crooned, dropping his hand and delivering another blistering stroke.
Searing pain encompassed her butt, drawing a gasp before she could respond, “Three, Sir.”
Clenching her hands, Leslie bore down to accept the last two which came fast and hard, as she guessed they would. Tears fell down her face even as she embraced the pulsating agony. Her head went fuzzy, that pleasant euphoria that took her away from the unpleasant sensations until they slowly changed into needy arousal.
Before her senses cleared, Master Kurt released the restraints and turned her around to bind her again with her back to the cross. Leslie moaned as he cupped her mound and leaned forward, his dark face filling her vision, the roughness of his clothes reminding her of her complete nakedness. Lowering his coal-black head, he bit one turgid nipple and pressed hard against her swollen pussy. She’d never craved anyone as much as she did him, never wanted to be fucked as much as she longed for the burning stretch of his cock pounding into her. God help her, she didn’t know what she would do if he backed away from her again.
“Tell me, Leslie,” he whispered against her lips, “why did you think I would be okay with you turning to another Dom?”
Looking into the black depths of his intent gaze, she knew she couldn’t get away with anything except the stark truth. “Because you only want to get into my mind now, unlike that first night when we met.”
“Is that so? You think you know me, do you?”
The silky undertone of displeasure in his voice caused her a second of unease, and then he pressed his middle finger inside her pussy and nothing else mattered as she thrust against his palm with an aching plea. “Please.”
Kurt shoved aside his annoyance with Leslie, acknowledging she had a case for jumping to the wrong conclusion about why he hadn’t fucked her again since their surprise reunion. Eventually they would discuss that insecurity as well as anything else she was keeping from him. But not now, not tonight.
With his eyes on hers, he moved back enough so she could watch him free his cock with one hand while continuing to swirl his finger inside her slick pussy with the other. “I love how you’re always wet, sweetheart, always ready for more, whatever it is I want to do to you and with you.” A shudder went through her damp body as she eyed his hard, hot flesh springing into his hand. “Like that, do you?” He squeezed his shaft while stroking her puffy clit.
“Yes, I do. Sir.” Her pelvis jutted forward, a gush of cream coating his finger with her quiet moan.
“Then I think it’s time I proved how wrong your assumption of me is.” Pulling out of her clasping channel, he swiped his wet finger over her smooth labia, transferring the dampness as he sheathed his cock.
Reaching behind her, Kurt grasped Leslie’s ass, holding her hips still as he speared her flesh in one thrust. “Eyes down,” he ordered, working his way back out of her tight pussy until only his cockhead remained nestled inside. “I want you to see how much I want you.” He rammed straight up inside her again. “I want you to learn what a restraint it has been for me to hold back, to go slow for your benefit regardless of my own lust.”
Leslie shook her head, her tawny hair sliding around her tense shoulders, her blue eyes wide with both surprise and arousal. “How was I supposed…” She gasped as he leaned forward and drew a nipple into his mouth, suckling the hard tip as he pumped inside her clutching pussy. “Oh, God.”
Kurt worried her nipple with his teeth before releasing the pink bud to give her a stern look. “You were supposed to trust your Dom. Watch.”
Her gaze swept down as he pulled her pelvis forward for easier use of her pussy. He eyed their joined bodies along with her, loved the way her tight inner muscles clamped around his pummeling shaft, the soft grip of her puffy labia enfolding his steely girth and the warm gush of her juices easing his way.
Their breathing grew labored along with his forays in and out of her clutching body. Her breasts, coated with a damp sheen, jiggled with each pounding thrust, her tight, pinpointed nipples begging for his mouth again. His lust for her turned into a greedy conflagration, clawing at his balls with a voracious need that grew with each ramming stroke, hardening his cock into an aching demand.
Panting, Leslie shook in the restraints, straining toward him, her eyes remaining glued to his pummeling dick. The look on her face undid Kurt, the edgy arousal that changed to a need so strong she winced as if in pain. Her womb clenched and flooded with liquid heat as she clamped around him and screamed in pleasure, the spasming grips of her climax pulling his orgasm from his balls to spew into the latex and orbit him to the same plane of ecstasy she appeared lost in.
“Still think I don’t want you?” Kurt rasped as he dragged his cock slowly out of her still clinging depths, his breathing as heavy as hers, his heart still thundering in his ears.
Leslie’s flushed face turned even redder. “I…” She inhaled, struggling to catch her breath, and when she did, a wicked gleam entered her eyes. “I may need a few more examples, Sir. You know, just to be sure.”
His lips twitched. She didn’t reveal her lighthearted side often enough. “I’ll see what I can do about that.” He squeezed her warm ass, her grimace drawing his smile. “I wouldn’t want you to make the same mistake twice.” Releasing her bonds, she fell against him with a laugh and he held her soft, naked body close, wondering how long she would cling to him before pulling away again.
Over the next two weeks, Leslie’s resolve to guard her feelings was put to the test as Master Kurt left her with no doubts about whether he desired her or not. He instructed her to get dressed up and took her out to dinner at the most expensive restaurant in Billings and then for a drive outside of town to fuck her on the hood of his truck, leaving her hard-pressed to concentrate on her students the next day.
They returned to her apartment after going out for hamburgers and miniature golf and he fucked her against the wall as soon as they got inside, ripping her panties off in his haste. She’d fallen into bed still vibrating from the three orgasms and his tender look as he’d told her good-night.
He attached nipple huggers and inserted dual bullet vibrators before taking her to the newest comedy film. Seated in a private balcony booth, he cut off her laughter more than once with a flick of the switch that started the toys pulsating in soft waves inside her pussy and rectum but refused to let her climax until on the way home. She’d stumbled into her apartment on wobbly legs, still chuckling from the movie.
Damn, that had been the longest two hours of her life, Leslie mused with a fond smile as she tried grading papers. But that hadn’t been as bad as missing him the following day when he called but they didn’t go out or last night, when he’d lifted his face from her needy, saturated pussy, his mouth glistening with her juices, two fingers still moving inside her and asked what made her decide to move to Montana. The personal question had caught her by surprise and stalled her climax, angering her. She winced as she remembered snapping at him, telling him it was none of his business and how he retaliated by slamming out of her apartment. She’d feared that would be the end of their affair and then fretted over the tight constriction around her heart the thought caused. But he called thirty minutes later, just as she’d crawled teary-eyed into bed, and made plans for the next evening as if nothing had happened, and she’d fallen into sleep without further thought or stress.
Leslie leaned back from the desk and stretched with a rueful shake of her head. He thrilled her, confused her and pissed her off, but she was having fun for the first time in four years. Not just
getting her submissive needs met, which was what she’d been settling for since joining The Barn, but actively enjoying herself with a man for the first time in a long, long while. The only nagging question that kept intruding and marring her enjoyment was, How long can this last?
Reno, Nevada
“I’m in.”
“It’s about fucking time,” Edwin snapped back, impatience tightening his gut as he gripped the phone. Swiveling his office chair around to look out the window of his downtown high rise, he cursed the time it had taken to find someone with the skills he needed and then make sure that person was willing and trustworthy to hack into government data. In the weeks since he’d buried his sons, the itch to see the woman responsible for their deaths wiped from the face of the earth had intensified. It wasn’t right she got to live after she’d sent his boys to that Godawful place where they didn’t belong.
“Look, I told you this wouldn’t be easy. The best hackers in the world work for the government so I had to move slowly and carefully.”
“It didn’t take you long to jump at the amount I offered,” Edwin snapped back, his impatience a live wire zapping his control. “Now, give me the information and we can be done.” He wrote down the whereabouts of the state’s witness, made arrangements for the final payment to be sent and then contacted the hired mercenary waiting to carry out his next orders. Once his man took care of Leanne Davis, a.k.a. Leslie Collins, Edwin might hire him to do away with the hacker. He’d learned early in his business dealings never to leave loose ends lying around for others to pick up.
Fifteen minutes later, satisfied with the mercenary’s promise to act fast, Edwin poured himself a whiskey and silently toasted the soon-to-be demise of the person who caused him such insurmountable grief.
Two days later
Leslie checked the time, grabbed her purse and started out to her car with a warm rush of anticipation threatening her resolve to stay detached from relationships. Somehow, during the last two weeks of going out with Kurt followed by submitting to whatever demands he commanded of her body, the need to guard against involvement had been overtaken by the escalating desire for more of Master Kurt’s sexual dominance and Kurt, the wealthy cattleman’s attention. It wasn’t until her phone rang as she slid behind the wheel and she saw Agent Summers name on the display that she was reminded how life could change on a dime.