LOGIN“No. I’m good. Ainsley?”She shook her head.“I’ll be right back. Don’t go anywhere.”Damn man, bossing her in public.As soon as Bennett left, Joely leaned across the table. “Bad poker face. You are totally banging him. The elusive, sexy Ben McKay is your local hook-up, isn’t he?”“What?”“Don’t deny it. Up top.” Joely held her hand up for a high-five. “Kudos to you for getting some of that hot cowboy ass while the getting is good.”Ainsley slapped Joely’s hand. “This is so far under the radar it’s underground.”“No worries. I live my life under the radar.” She slipped out of the booth. “Thanks for an entertaining evening. I hope we can do it again soon.”She said, “Me too,” and meant it.“I’ve got your number, you’ve got mine. Let’s set up something fun once the bank business is out of the way.”“Deal.”Ainsley waited for Ben to return, feeling resentful about his command. In public. Then she thought, screw it, and started to leave.But he blocked her in. “I wondered how long you’d
“I haven’t had much time to meet many people or soak in the local color.”She popped to her feet. “You have to eat, right? I’ll take you to a local favorite hot spot where we can chow down a juicy hamburger, split a plate of onion rings and sip a martini.”“A martini? In Sundance?”She smirked. “Lettie at the Golden Boot makes a mean lemon drop.”“I’m in. Let me grab my coat and tell my vice president to close up. I’ll meet you there.”It wasn’t like she had plans tonight anyway. Ben acted shocked that she’d gotten a little huffy with him. Probably not smart to compare herself to an old saddle—broken in and ready to be used when he wanted it, out of sight and out of mind when he didn’t.There’s gonna be hell to pay for that crack, sub.Ainsley whirled around like Bennett had whispered that in her ear. But she only saw Turton giving her the stink eye. She had to find a way to deal with that prickly man, but not tonight.Ten minutes later, Ainsley slid into the booth across from her new
So at the end of the day, she felt she’d accomplished something. So much of her duties as bank president were busy work. Seemed she spent her life on the phone.Not that she minded. She’d taken the position because the regional manager assured Ainsley that the bulk of her job would be schmoozing locals into switching a portion of their banking business to National West. Ainsley could handle PR; it’s what she did best. She figured the event would show the locals that this bank was interested in investing in the community. In the next month she’d approach individual businesses, touting the benefits of diversifying their banking needs.During her divorce, she’d needed a career change. Intrigued by the management end of banking, she’d taken over a small branch office in a low-income suburb of Denver no one else wanted to tackle. Determined to keep the branch from closing, she’d approached every business, big and small, in the three-mile radius, talking up the benefits of banking locally.
He added more lube to the stretched anal opening and coated his cock. He couldn’t watch the head of his c**k breaching that tight pink pucker, but he could feel the mind blowing contraction of the muscle as pushed his shaft in without pause, until he was balls deep in that untried channel.She reared up.He pushed her flat to the table with his body, curling his hands around hers on the edge of the pool table. “Jesus. You’re so f**king tight.” His mouth brushed her ear. “It’ll get better.” He canted his pelvis, slid out a few inches and then back in.“How do you know it’ll get better? Have you had a dick in your butt?” she demanded.Several booms of thunder rattled the windowpanes.Ben sank his teeth into the skin at the base of her neck, feeling her tremble beneath him. “And what if I said yes? Would you believe I wouldn’t put a sub through something I’m not willing to have done to me?”“I’d say that’s not an answer.” She hissed when he withdrew, resting the cockhead just inside the
No. Be compliant.Bennett chuckled. “You are bein’ a model sub. Avoiding punishment by doin’ what you’re told without arguing or without questioning me.” He slapped her ass. “Let’s see how long you can keep it up.”The swat didn’t hurt; it merely caught her off guard because it jiggled the thing in her butt.“You’re wearing the butt plug until I take it out.” He trailed his finger down her spine, between her butt cheeks, over her tailbone to jostle the object. “Whatcha think about that, sub?”“I’m not supposed to think.” She tacked on, “Sir.”He laughed again. “Good answer. Come on. Let’s shoot a game of pool.”Pool? With her bending over the table and that…thing poking out of her behind? No way. “You’re joking, right?”That penetrating blue gaze sharpened. “You might learn more about the difference between discipline and punishment tonight after all.”Ainsley plastered on a smile. “Would you like me to chalk your stick?”The crotch of Ben’s jeans was strangling his cock.He hadn’t ex
“Ben—”“Bennett,” he corrected with an edge. “Answer the question.”“I still don’t know…the truth is I’m confused.”“I’ll un-confuse you. Because you’re not supposed to be thinking, are you?” His smile, usually so sexy and sure, took on a decidedly wolf-like gleam. “Get undressed and bend over the arm of the couch.”Ainsley bit back her question. But the uneasiness wouldn’t go away. Just focus on each step. She removed every stitch of clothing. She stretched across the couch arm. She tried to concentrate on how the soft cushion molded against her hips and belly. How the fabric abraded her ni**les.Bennett crouched beside her. “Do you know the difference between discipline and punishment?”Yes. But she had the urge to stall. “No.”“Discipline is what a Dom uses to remind the sub who’s in charge. Punishment is to correct offensive sub behavior.” He plucked her bra from the floor and quickly bound her arms with it.Neat trick. Okay, scary trick.When he rolled up her blouse, she understo
“I said I want to be left alone.”“You know I never do what people tell me to do.” With a loud screeching sound, Sed dragged a chair across the tile floor to the side of the bed and sat.“Sed, I honestly don’t—”“Those staples in your head look bad ass. You should keep them permanently.”Trey ran his ha
“You don’t want to stay with me?” Sed asked.“I don’t want to be a pest. Or a mooch.”“You wouldn’t be a pest or a mooch. I want you to stay with me.” He lowered his head to whisper in her ear. “Lots of privacy plus plenty of space equals loads of sensational sex.”She grinned. “Well, if that’s what yo
“No fair,” he protested breathlessly.Still tickling him without mercy, she leaned forward and clamped her mouth on that sensitive spot just under his left ear. A thrill of excitement grabbed him by the balls and he groaned. She sucked a trail down his neck and then sat upright.“I think I need to ree
“Is Trey with you?”“Yeah, I’ve got him. We’re weaning him off his pain meds. If it works, you might actually recognize him the next time you see him.”“What do you think you’re doing? You can’t just take someone off narcotic painkillers without medical consultation. Myrna said he’ll go through all so







