LOGINThat dirty play-by-play absolutely drenched her. Ainsley so wanted to squeeze her legs together to spread that hot slickness between her thighs. Physical proof she was really here and this wasn’t just another fantasy.It wasn’t that she broke a rule; she just stretched the boundary a bit when she curled her hands around his knees and let her palms slide up his muscular legs until they reached his hips.Bennett softly snarled at her. “Just for that, you don’t get to use your hands on my cock. Only this wicked mouth.” He pulled out and stroked back in, each time coming closer to the back of her throat.She closed her eyes, wanting so much to make this good for him.“Don’t swallow until I tell you to,” he warned. “I wanna see liquid running outta your mouth, making your neck wet.”Every time she settled into the rhythm, Bennett mixed it up. Thrusting faster if he was going slow. Slowing down if he’d been using short, quick jabs. Proving to her that he had all the control.She loved every
Maybe he wouldn’t notice the drool dripping from her chin at seeing him nearly nude.When he opened the door a crack, the dogs clambered to get inside. He snapped, “Sit.” The dogs sat. “Stay.” They whimpered. And stayed. Wagged their tails to get their master’s attention. He opened the door for Ainsley. Once she was inside, he said, “Take off,” to the dogs and they slunk away. He finally looked at her, then at the Crock-Pot she held. “What’s this?”“Dinner. You made me dinner the other night, I’m returning the favor.”"Smells good. You can plug it in by the coffeepot."Ainsley felt his eyes on her as she fussed with the temperature and the lid. When she turned around, Bennett wore the Dom face.“Supper will keep for a while?”She nodded.“Good. Clothes off.”“Right here?”That one brow lifted as if to say, You challenging me, sub? and she stripped without another word.He directed her through his bedroom to his bathroom. The rectangular shower had a clear glass door. The back walls an
“Yes, Bennett, I understand.”He teased, tortured and tormented her. Taking her to the edge several times, seeing if she’d disobey and throw herself over. He skimmed her jawline with light kisses. “How close are you?”“Very. God.”Ben flipped her onto her back and started kissing down the side of her neck.“Don’t. Please.” Ainsley twisted her head away.Which caused Ben to grab her hair and pull slightly. “Stay. Still.”She whimpered softly.“I adore your body, angel.” Ben kissed the hollow of her throat. The tops of her br**sts. “I intend to play with it, however I want, for as long as I want. Testing your limits and mine.” He kept finger f**king her, studying her reactions, from the anxious expression on her face, to the hard tips of her ni**les, to the flexing of her toes and the clenching of her jaw. When he heard that swift intake of breath, he removed his hand from between her thighs.Her entire body drooped against the mattress, but she wasn’t relaxed.“You did good.” Ben turne
“What books?”“The ones that deal with…BDSM.”To some extent, he hated the way the term BDSM was thrown around as much as he disliked the casual use of the word Master.“Have you read any of those books?” she asked.“Fiction? Or nonfiction?”“Either.”“Nonfiction. When we first went to the Denver club. One of the owners saw that we were clueless bastards and took pity on us. He gave us a stack of material to read so we knew the differences between what we wanted as dominants and what was expected in certain Dom/sub relationships. And I’ll admit, even from the start, I’ve been on the side of the fence where dominance is used as a sexual tool to heighten sexual experiences. I’m not into debasing a sub by using a cage or a pallet to sleep on or a shock collar. Or extreme pain games. Never been tempted by bloodsport or knife play or piss play or even breath play. If I knew subs who were into that stuff, I’d avoid them. But I’ll admit it’s practically nonexistent at the Rawhide anyway.” He
“That’s a relief.”“For me too.”“Why?”“Performance anxiety.”She laughed softly, naturally. “I doubt you’ve ever suffered from that in your life.”“There’s always that first time. Now, I’ve gotta make an embarrassing confession.” Ben hung his head. “I’m addicted to Wheel of Fortune. Most nights I eat supper in front of the TV so I can get my fix.”“Well, that changes things between us dramatically. Because I’m more of a Jeopardy fan myself.”“That’s because you have way more brain power than me, smart girl.”“Because you’re just a simple rancher, right?” she teased.“Yep. So how about if I fix us a bowl of popcorn and you can snicker at me as I try to guess the puzzles?”“Sounds good. You need help?”“Why? Do you think I’ll burn it?”“No. I just want to make sure you pour extra butter on mine.” She stood on tiptoe and kissed him. “If your goal is to keep me off balance, it’s working.”They settled in front of the TV. Ben thought you could learn a lot about a person by how they ate p
“That’s an excellent suggestion, Ben.” Mark said. “Would Chase be interested?”“I can ask him. If he is you’ll have to get in touch with his PR people to finalize the details. I only see one problem with this.”“What’s that?”“The McKays have always been customers at Settler’s First Bank. I reckon they won’t take too kindly to a celebration for Chase McKay bein’ sponsored by a competing bank.”Silence.Ainsley looked impressed…and a little peeved.“I’m sure we could work something out.” Mark glanced at his watch. “I’m afraid I’ve got a meeting. Could I drop you off at the bank, Ainsley?”“No. I’ll walk back. I’d like to talk a little more in depth with Mr. McKay about his ideas.” She winked at Mark. “Maybe try to sweet talk him into hearing my National West Bank pitch about all the services we offer our new customers.”“Excellent idea. Enjoy.” He hustled out the door.Ben gestured to the booth. “Could I interest you in a slice of pie or a cup of coffee while I hear how well you can se
She nodded.“You’re cold, lass. Come back inside the keep so I can warm you properly.”As he’d hoped, his words made her stir restlessly against him. To give her added incentive, he fused his lips to hers, his heat melting her cold mouth. Ice against fire. In moments, she was returning his kiss with l
He turned to survey the many people seated at the tables in the hall. “Let us eat,” he announced.The servants lining the wall burst into activity, filling goblets with wine and setting out the trenchers of food. The aroma was tantalizing and the tables overflowing with bounty.“Eat,” Edward whispered
Edward scowled at that, his face growing as dark as a thundercloud.“They crowed over the fact that they had managed to capture both your son and wife.”Edward leaned forward, his eyes intense. “Did they say anything else? Did they identify themselves? Did you recognize their crest?”Slowly she shook h
At that, Keeley’s back went up and she struggled to free herself from Gannon’s hold. He lifted her down and as soon as her feet were planted on the ground, she faced Mary with an indignant huff.“I’ll have you know I’m sought out regularly for my healing abilities. Furthermore, I had no desire to com







