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by Tara Sue Me


  “This is a relatively new thing for me as well,” he said. “To play with someone who is technically my employee. And dancing is the simplest and easiest way for the two of us to grow accustomed to being this close in this setting.” He led her in a slow turn. “You can feel my touch, but we’re dancing, so it’s not entirely like we’re in a scene. It’s comfortable on one level, even though I know it’s very unorthodox.”

  He was right. Unlike the first scenes she’d been in with other Doms, she felt more at ease with him.

  “What are you thinking, Kiara?” he asked.

  She looked him full in the face. “How easily I’ve let my guard down with you while we’ve been dancing, sir. And how that’s probably a very bad mistake.”

  He chuckled at her words. “You’re very wise.”

  Chapter 10

  Orson

  Orson shut the employee file folder of the fourth Dom he had on staff and placed it on top of the other three in the NO pile. He had more files to go through but he had a feeling they would all follow the first four. Drumming his fingers on the top of his desk, he admitted to himself he would not find the Dom he was looking for on his staff.

  Not that there was anything wrong with the Doms he had on staff, they wouldn’t be on his staff otherwise, but none of them felt right. It was a stupid way to look at it, not being objective at all, yet he couldn’t find another way to describe it. When he came across the right Dom he somehow knew it would be very apparent.

  He’d find the right Dom if he had to search the entire state of Texas and then some to do so. Not only because it was what Kiara wanted, though he would still see it through if that had been the only reason, but also because her prior Doms had refused. He tried not to fault them. After all, if Kiara was his collared sub, he wouldn’t want to share her either.

  Being a Dom, however, wasn’t all about him and his desires and wants. Any Dom worthy of the title also had to take into account his sub’s desires and wants. That was what got him all out of sorts whenever he thought of her previous Doms, the fact that, from his perspective at least, they hadn’t taken her needs into consideration.

  He couldn’t help but wonder if she’d told her ex about her fantasy. If so, Randy had probably gone ape shit. Which reminded him he wanted to touch base with Kelly . From all appearances, Randy seemed to be leaving Kiara alone, but he’d been instrumental in getting her let go from the school system. There was nothing the asshole could say to him that would make him fire her, but if the police considered Randy dangerous, Orson had guests and staff to protect, as well as Kiara.

  He made a note to ask Kelly about Randy’s last known location when he saw her next. Perhaps Kiara's living arrangements details hadn't made it to Randy yet. But no one would expect it to stay that way forever.

  His office phone rang. “Hello?” he answered.

  “Mr. Oakes is here to see you, sir,” his admin replied.

  Damn. He’d forgotten all about the meeting he had scheduled with the gentleman who owned the ranch neighboring his. “Send him back.”

  He cleared the personnel files off his desk and opened his office door so Jedidiah wouldn’t have to knock. Orson hadn’t spent much time with his neighbor. When Orson had first moved in and word got out about his plans for his property, Jedidiah stopped by to tell him he understood because he was in the lifestyle, but wasn’t Orson taking it a bit far to buy a ranch and convert it the way Orson planned to?

  Orson had appreciated that the self proclaimed Dom came and talked to him about his issues as opposed to talking about him behind his back like others in the community did. Because Jedidiah had respected him enough to come directly to him, Orson had taken the time to explain his dual plans for the ranch. By the time Jedidiah left, he stated he no longer had an issue with Kent and that his explanation differed vastly from the circulating rumors.

  Orson had shaken his hand and invited him to come by and play one weekend. Thus far, Jedidiah had yet to take him up on his offer.

  Orson hadn’t made it back to his desk before Jedidiah knocked on his doorframe.

  “Jedidiah,” he said, walking to the tall man carrying his cowboy hat, and shaking his hand. “How are you?”

  “I’m well,” Jedidiah replied. “Are you still recovering all right?”

  “I’ll be a hell of a lot better when I can get out of this thing.” Orson held up his arm with the cast.

  They walked over to the sitting area Orson had on one side of his office, and they both took a seat. Jedidiah had called him last week after noticing vehicle tracks he didn’t recognize. Orson didn’t blame the man for calling him first. After all, over the summer when some odd tracks appeared, they were from Orson’s employees. Namely, the two idiots who had kidnaped Kiara and kept her in a series of caves on Jedidiah’s property. This time, however, Orson was almost certain the tracks weren't from anyone on his property.

  He’d hear what Jedediah had found and then he’d call Kelly in and bring her up to speed, as well as making sure she hadn’t found anything similar on his property. After, she could alert her team and maybe together they could get to the bottom of whatever was happening fairly quickly.

  “Tell me what you’ve discovered so far,” Orson asked Jedidiah.

  Two hours later, they were wrapping things up. Kelly had joined them for the last hour, but she’d just left to confer with her team. She hadn’t found any suspicious tracks, but warned them both that didn’t mean they weren’t there.

  As she left the office, she bid Jedidiah goodbye, and asked Orson to tell her sister hi for her. When she left, Jedidiah raised an eyebrow.

  “Kiara’s here?” he asked.

  “Yes,” Orson answered and it struck him that Jedidiah might be the perfect Dom for Kiara's not-quite-a-threesome. “She’s helping me out while I’m in the cast.”

  Yes, the more he thought about it, the more Jedidiah seemed to fit the bill. Kiara had met him over the summer, so he wouldn’t be a stranger. At the same time, he wasn’t anyone she saw on a routine basis. He’d make sure she was okay with it tonight, but since Jedidiah was already here.

  “Before you go,” Orson said to Jedidiah. “I have something personal to ask you about.”

  Chapter 11

  Kiara

  Four days after mentioning to Orson she’d like to be dominated by two men, Kiara stared at herself in the bathroom mirror preparing to do that very thing. She hadn’t expected Orson to move so quickly on her fantasy. Or that the other Dom he’d selected would be Jedidiah. She thought he’d ask one of the ranch’s Doms to help him out but was pleasantly surprised he proved her wrong.

  Not that she would have minded if it had been someone from the ranch, but his direction pleased her. And Jedidiah? She didn’t know him all that well, other than he owned the property she was kept at by the two men who kidnapped her. What she remembered of him was a broody looking cowboy who might be handsome if he’d smile.

  She’d expected to be nervous or even a little scared standing the way she was on the edge of having a fantasy fulfilled. Instead, she was excited and aroused, as her flushed skin proved. She hoped the color faded a bit before they started.

  It was hot in the bathroom. That could be part of the problem. She stepped into the bedroom, but while it was a few degrees cooler, it didn't help that much.

  She didn’t know what Orson planned for their time in the playroom today, but she knew what they would not being doing. Orson took her checklist seriously, making her feel protected. Plus, he’d never violate her limits, and he did everything he could to keep her safe. After he’d talked with Jedidiah about the scene, Orson requested his health records. Once Orson confirmed he was clean, he asked Kelly about doing a background check, and told Kiara later that Kelly didn’t even look ashamed when she pulled up one she said she’d ordered over the summer.

  Still smiling because that sounded exactly like Kelly, Kiara undressed, throwing her clothes in a messy pile at the foot of the bed. Stepping in the ha
llway, she found no evidence of either man and continued on to the playroom. At the cracked door, she held onto the doorknob and took a deep breath.

  You are a strong woman, exploring her sexuality. When you walk through this door, you will become powerful in your submission. You will turn that power over to worthy Dom who will see it for the treasure it is.

  Not counting Orson, she’d only played two other times after Randy, and both times before she started, she’d repeat those sentences to herself as a reminder to never put up with a Dom like Randy. The first time she’d played after leaving Randy, saying the words kept her calm.

  Kiara jumped when the two men entered the room and closed the door behind them.

  “Kiara,” Orson said.

  “Sir.” Her voice had an unexpected breathy tone.

  He heard it, too, for there was a smile in his. “What are your safe words?”

  “Green, yellow, and red, Sir.” Easy questions. Yes, thank you. Simple things she could answer without using a lot of brain power.

  “Use them whenever you feel the need.”

  Not for a million dollars. She wanted this too much. “Yes, Sir.”

  “Move to the bench,” Orson commanded.

  She crossed the room, aware of the eyes following her steps, and watching her backside. As she walked, she swayed a bit to ensure her hips moved with a hint of flirtatiousness before positioning herself over the bench. Almost at once someone touched her backside, and she tensed for a second, but only because she wasn’t sure which of them it was at first.

  “Kiara?” Orson asked, and the hand disappeared.

  “Green, Sir.” That would be the quickest and surest way to convey she didn’t want to stop.

  He didn’t reply with words, but started rubbing her back. Had there been any tension in her, his knowledgeable fingers would have eased it out. As she was, they coaxed her into relaxing. From her nape, he worked his way down to the curve of her backside and back up. His touch didn’t allow for her complete relaxation, however. How could it do so when every brush of his fingertips across her skin whispered of pleasure to come?

  Then there were two more hands on her back, and she swallowed the resulting moan of satisfaction.

  “There you go, Kiara,” Orson said. “Give yourself over to the pleasure.”

  She closed her eyes and let herself get lost in the sensual delight of having both Orson and Jedidiah touching her. Because Orson touched her first, she recognized the feel of him on her lower body. Jedidiah remained near her top. She wasn't sure if it was Orson’s intent or not, but she took it as his subtle way of reassuring her he knew and respected her limits.

  Orson swept his hand across her backside, but unlike before, it didn’t return to her lower back. He slid a finger between her legs and chuckled at how easily it slipped inside.

  “Such a naughty girl,” he said. “Getting wet and aroused at the thought of two men. You like the idea of submitting to two men?”

  “Yes, sir,” she said.

  “Mmm,” he hummed. “Jedidiah, can you hand me the flogger I set out?”

  There was a rustle as Jedidiah retrieved whatever flogger Orson asked for. His footsteps were lighter than Orson’s, and when he returned, she felt his presence as surely as she smelled the spicy cedar of his cologne.

  “This one?” he asked Orson.

  “That’s the one.”

  Maybe he’d ask Jedidiah to flog her. She remembered watching him rope a calf over the summer and could only imagine how those skills might translate to a flogger. Jedidiah stood nearby.

  “I’m not sure my arm’s up to giving her a proper flogging,” Orson said. “Do you mind?”

  “It’d be my pleasure.”

  Jedidiah flicked the tails of the flogger against her backside, and Orson was by her head, whispering in her ear. “He’s going to warm you up first, and when he gets into it, you will remain still. If I have to hold you down, you’ll be punished.”

  Kiara didn’t consider herself a bratty submissive, but she couldn’t help but wonder what a punishment from Orson would be like.

  She didn’t have the chance to dwell on it because Jedidiah started with the flogger and fuck it felt so good. He swung so it hit in just the right places, the tails landing across her backside and dancing along between her legs.

  As he continued, she once again let go and went deeper into her mind, focusing on the sensations he created. The achy thud of the flogger falling morphing into bliss against her skin.

  This was what she wanted. What she needed. This.

  Jedidiah picked up the intensity, and the tails landed harder and more frequent. She moaned and soared higher. It felt so good.

  “She’s there,” Orson said.

  “I’m going to keep her here for a few minutes,” Jedidiah replied.

  The flogging may have gotten more intense. She was beyond the point of feeling the difference between the way the tails fell. Anything felt good.

  Stay still. Stay still.

  Sheer force of will kept her still. And thankfully, Jedidiah continued for an unmeasurable amount of time. Then, way too soon, he brought her down, little by little.

  The aches and pains made themselves known as she returned from her subspace high. But she was also more aroused than she’d been to start with.

  Orson slipped two fingers in her. “Such a naughty girl. Look at how wet you are.”

  She wanted to squirm and force his fingers deeper inside her. At the last second, she remembered his command to hold still. Since he hadn’t released her from that yet, she needed to remain still.

  Fuck.

  “Good girl,” Orson said. “I know what you want and since you were good, I’ll give it to you. First, though, you need to thank Jedidiah for your flogging. Get him off good and I might let you come.”

  The fog clouding her brain lifted and, at once, she was very aware of everything in the room. Hums of the air conditioner. The slight smell of sex and sweat. Her own breathing. And as she slipped off the bench and onto her knees before Jedidiah, the sight of his erection, a straining bulge against his jeans.

  She licked her lips, eager for his taste, but he took a step back. Kiara looked up in surprise.

  “Red. I know it’s what we agreed on, Kent,” he said to Orson. “But I don’t think I can.”

  Orson appeared shocked, but Jedidiah’s actions didn’t seem to have impacted him as much as they had her. “You’re just as entitled to stop a scene as Kiara is. Do you want to discuss it?”

  Jedidiah ran his fingers through his hair. “Not at the moment.” He looked down at the floor, but not once did he look at her. “I’m going to head back home.”

  Without another word, he turned and walked out the door.

  Chapter 12

  Orson

  Orson watched the door close behind his neighbor. What the hell was wrong with the guy? Granted, Orson had sensed a slight hesitation in Jedidiah when he’d first brought up the subject of running a scene together with Kiara. But only that first time. The man had appeared to be onboard every time they’d discussed it since.

  Normally, Orson would have followed and asked him what the hell his problem was. But he couldn’t do so at the moment because he had a submissive needing aftercare. Though as her Dom, it was planned for Orson to take responsibility for most of it, Jedidiah had a part in it as well.

  He could forgive him for changing his mind, but he wasn’t sure he could do the same with him walking out on aftercare. Regardless of what happened, it would have to wait. His entire focus for the next while was Kiara.

  She knelt beside the bench with her head down and hadn't moved an inch since going to her knees. He took a step toward her, and his heart broke at the sound of her sniffle.

  In a second he was by her side with his hand on her shoulder. “Kiara?”

  She sniffled again. “What did I do wrong?”

  He grabbed a nearby blanket and settled it around her. “Can you stand up and walk with me to the
sofa?” He pointed to the large piece of furniture he had in a corner for aftercare. “Normally, I’d carry you, but with this busted arm, I can’t.”

  And because of that, he felt like a failure, but he shoved that feeling aside. At the moment, he needed to keep his focus on her and nothing else.

  She stood, and he kept his arm around her as they walked to the couch. Once there, he sat down and pulled her into his lap with his good arm.

  “I’m not sure what happened to Jedidiah,” he said. “But whatever it was, it had nothing to do with you.” He stroked her hair, inhaling the scent of vanilla and peaches. “You were nothing but exceptional. I was so proud of the way you held still during the flogging.”

  She took a deep breath. “It’s been so long since anyone who knew what they were doing flogged me. It felt so good and when it was over, everything about and around me was calm and at peace. And then… he turned me down.”

  Orson wished Jedidiah was still on his property because he'd beat his ass for making Kiara feel as if she did anything wrong during the scene. He believed there was more to her reaction, however, than Jedidiah not wanting a blow job. If Orson read everything correctly, Jedidiah leaving triggered her somehow.

  He gave her a bottle of water and continued to hold her. She needed him and his assurance at the moment, and if she wanted to sit with him for the rest of the day, he wasn’t going to make her get up. Though he wanted to ask if anything similar had happened in the past. He could kick himself for not asking before now. If he had, maybe this entire episode could have been avoided.

  The more he thought about it, he realized Kiara had just finished an intense scene, or at least more intense than she’d had in recent history. Then she went through the emotional upheaval with Jedidiah leaving. No, this was not the time to dig for answers. Not those she wasn’t ready to give. They could wait for another day.

 

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