Mag-log in“You wanna stay and watch this one?” Bennett murmured in her ear.Yes please. “Ah. No. Why?”“Because you stopped.”The warmth of his chest heated her spine from the top of her butt to her shoulders and she wanted to rest her body against his fully.Do it. He’s yours to command for the night, isn’t he?The millisecond she eased back, Bennett’s hands circled her hips, bringing their bodies closer. “I like the feel of you,” he murmured.No one seemed to care they were watching this guy’s blowjob. In fact, two other couples joined. One man played with his woman’s br**sts, murmuring in her ear while she writhed against his groin. The other woman fell to her knees, ripping open her partner’s jeans and greedily stuffing his dick in her mouth.Ainsley turned her head slightly, drawing in the clean scent of Bennett’s skin. “Want to takes bets on who finishes first?”His low chuckle vibrated down her neck.The first guy rammed his c**k fully into his woman’s mouth. His eyes locked to hers as h
“What do you want?”Bennett let his gaze slowly slide down to her cle**age, then back up to her mouth. “I want to please you.”Had any man ever said that to her?“In that I’ll gain my own pleasure. But since you brought up my dual sides, I’ll admit I’m not a switch very often. In fact, I’m the lone switch here right now. So if you want to play tonight, I’m your only choice.”And what a fine, fine choice. She tempered her eagerness with an offhand, “I suppose that’ll work.”“Good. But there is a catch. You’re planning to be here two nights so I’ll make you a deal.”“I’m listening.” God was she ever listening. His deep, rich voice was as mesmerizing as his deep, rich eyes.“If I agree to let you be my dominant tonight, then I want you to agree to be my submissive tomorrow night.”Oh no. Oh hell no, automatically popped into her brain.Stop lying to yourself. Isn’t this what you were secretly hoping for? To find a man who could see beyond your façade?Here was her chance to experience bo
Layla bit her lip. “Then you’ll have to fake it, A, because the consequences of me lying to Murphy and trying to slide you under their noses as a real Domme?” She shuddered. “Not only will Murphy be mad at me for weeks, it could jeopardize his job. If they think I, a lowly sub, can manipulate him into letting anyone into the club, then they won’t trust his judgment. In the bar, or with club business, or with club members.” Her eyes shimmered with tears. “So you see the position I’m in.”Guilt sideswiped her. She’d never intended to put Layla at risk. “Okay. I’ll do it. If you tell me what to do. What are my options?”“No chance you’ll pick up a female sub just out of curiosity?”Ainsley shook her head. Not something on her sexual wish list.Layla glanced around. “More members will show up, but if you insist on a man, you’re screwed.”“Please don’t use that phrase in this context, okay?”“There’s only one guy I know who…um…isn’t a submissive but…um…a switch.”“Meaning he likes men and
Cody nonchalantly cast a glance over his shoulder. “I gotta agree with Bennett on this, Murph. The woman is out of her element, and I’ll eat my f**king keg tap if she’s got any real experience as a Domme.”“Better give us the basics on her,” Sully added.The big man stroked his fingers through his long black beard and looked at each one of them in turn, but spoke to Ben. “I told you. Angel is a friend of Layla’s. She’s here to see if this type of club would be a good fit for her.”“She’s been involved in other clubs like this?”“According to Layla, yes.”“If that’s the case, then where does her previous Domme experience come in?”Murphy sighed. “I argued with Layla about this, especially after she told me Angel’s only Domme experiences were in a controlled setting where she…ah…paid the dude so she could be in charge.”Silence.“So you’re telling me this woman waltzed into my club, expecting to be given the gold stamp of approval because she paid some dude from a male escort service to
Layla groaned. “I am so glad there’s no karaoke at this place.”She smirked. “Let’s mosey on in and find us a cowboy to ride until our hides are raw.”Chapter ThreeBen was contemplating sub choices when a flash of red caught his eye. He swiveled on his barstool to watch the siren in the silk kimono saunter through the room.Oh hell yeah, his night had just improved tenfold.She perched on the edge of her barstool, every inch of her so prim and proper Ben’s fingers itched to muss her up.After he watched her for a few minutes, he asked Murphy, “Who is the hot number in red with Layla?”“Her name is Angel.”“Angel,” rolled off his tongue. Perfect name for her. Sipping his beer, he focused entirely on her. Lush body, lush mouth. Great smile. Expressive eyes. She was off-the-scale sexy in his opinion. So why the hell was the woman wearing a wig? Not a subtle one, but a sleekly styled black wig, the last inch of hair dyed candy-apple red. Was she trying to look dangerous? Hip? Naughty?Be
“Murphy had been a Dom for a decade at that point. He’d never considered taking on a sub fulltime until he met me. His brother Rafe is a counselor. After my meltdown I spent time talking to Rafe alone, and with Murphy. While all this soul searching stuff was going on, I fell in love with Murphy.” She sniffled. “Totally, completely in love with the gentle giant who had such a code of honor that he didn’t touch me at all.”“How long did that last?”“Six months. Murphy took me to clubs where I could see other kinds of play. Play where a Dom administering pain was a preface for sexual pleasure for the sub. Without getting into too many details, it made me hot. And wet. Two things I’d never felt when the whip scored my skin. When he saw my reaction, he knew I was ready to experience the difference with him. It changed my life. So, the long answer to your question is no, Murphy would never abuse me. He gets me. He loves me. We give each other exactly what the other needs.” She sniffled agai
And what Dash Paulson found sort of shocked us.”“What’s that?”“We were under the impression that if just one of us wanted to sell our portion of the ranch, the other three owners would be forced to sell theirs too. Which is how Casper tried to control us, or at least got away with a lot more shit th
“But—”“Ava. Stop.” Even as Chase’s conscience warned No no no, his body urged him closer with Yes yes yes. He slipped his hand around the back of her neck and angled his head until their lips were barely an inch apart. Kissing her jaw, her chin. Soft, teasing smooches. Dragging out the innocent kiss
“Of course they will. Are you by a computer? Sorry. Stupid question. Go to Faces of Rodeo dot com.”“I’m there. What is it?”“A new magazine I created,” she said with pride.“Seriously, Ava, this is your brainchild?” Computer keys clicked in the background. “The Check back for more details on the main
How many more bulls would he get on today?All of them, until he rode at least one.Another hour passed. Then two. Chase stayed on bull number sixteen the full eight seconds. She didn’t get caught up in the clapping and whistles from Gemma, the kids and the guys because she was too busy taping the tri







