Texas Blaze

by Cooper McKenzie

  He met Wyatt’s blue-eyed gaze squarely. The man was just as experienced a dominant as he was and the Dom-to-Dom staring contest ensued. Their gazes held, but Gunnar refused to back down.

  Wyatt blinked and then asked, “This is the woman who tried to take on a known wife-beater twice her size without backup?”

  Gunnar nodded. “She thinks she’s much bigger than she really is and willing to do whatever she has to in order to prove it to the rest of the world. She’ll stand for a whipping, but she’s not a true masochist. Her last master found bondage, sensual torture, and multiple orgasms the fastest, easiest, best way to help her relax and get out of her too-busy head. And right now, more than anything, she needs to relax, rest, and recover. Not just from her injuries but from the fact that her life as she’s known it is over. I’m bringing her here with the hope that starting over in a new place, with new people around her will help her let go of this death wish she seems to have developed.”

  Wyatt nodded, looking thoughtful. “Sounds like a challenge any dominant worth his salt would be interested in taking on. I’d like to at least meet her and see how she reacts to having two men.”

  “Gunnar, what do you want me to do with this escape artist?” Levin Taylor asked as he approached the porch with Winslow, the baby goat cuddled against his wide chest, looking much like a human baby. The man was covered with dust and grass, having obviously taken a fall or two before capturing the little goat.

  “Take him to the barn, please,” Gunnar instructed with a chuckle. “Duncan was talking about confining him to a dog crate until Jillian gets home tomorrow.”

  The two dominants watched the man turn and walk away, his stride a little stiff and awkward.

  “Butt plug?” Gunnar guessed, though he didn’t want to dig too deeply into his neighbors’ sex life. As the owner of a BDSM club, his motto was “Don’t ask if you don’t want to know too much.”

  “New cock cage,” Wyatt answered with a dark chuckle. “The boy does love my toys. Now tell me more about Blaze Richards.”

  Chapter Two

  Blaze followed Jillian down the handful of steps from the plane to the tarmac of the private airport. She sucked a breath as extreme dry heat wrapped around her. She’d never flown in a private plane before and wasn’t sure what the procedure was for getting her suitcase. With a sigh, she simply followed Jillian. Despite being sister submissives together inside the club, and girls’-night-out, and lunch as often as they could manage, life had taken them in two very different directions over the last eight years. Truth was, she didn’t have much experience dealing with any kind of commercial travel.

  Even when it came to vacations, she had never flown. Not that she had taken a vacation in the last ten years. She had only used her days off when she was forced to. Which was one of reasons she could take a few weeks to recuperate from her last case. Her final check from the city had included months of accrued vacation and sick time, minus the days she’d been in the hospital.

  In the two days before she was discharged, Blaze had met with her supervisor to do paperwork. They closed out or handed her cases off to others and generally finished her career as a social worker for the city of New Bern. Just yesterday, the woman had delivered the personal contents of Blaze’s desk along with her final paycheck, which was safely tucked into her purse. She would use it to open a new bank account here in Texas.

  “Welcome home, Jillian. If you lasses will go ahead ta the SUV, I’ll help the steward with yer bags.” The man’s Scottish burr caught her attention, and had her raising an eyebrow in confusion. The large ginger-haired man wasn’t wearing a kilt. Instead he wore jeans, a snap-front shirt, and cowboy boots, making her curious about how a Highlander would end up in central Texas.

  The man did not give her a second glance, despite the swelling and colorfully healing bruises that covered the left side of her face and neck.

  “Thank you, Duncan. I take it Gunnar is caught up with something dire and threatening at the ranch,” Jillian said with a smile as she guided Blaze across the tarmac to where a large silver SUV sat in the shade of a hangar.

  “Yes, ma’am. Your Satan’s spawn of a baby goat escaped. Again,” the man called Duncan answered with a chuckle before sauntering toward the plane.

  “A Scottish cowboy?” Blaze asked once they were inside the SUV with the air conditioning turned up high. “Two of my deepest fantasies rolled into one. If only he was wearing a kilt.”

  “Duncan Stewart. He came with the ranch and is on the advisory board of Club Esoteria Texas. He’s the ranch’s foreman, the club’s head of security, and a serious sadist,” Jillian said with a smirk. “And he does wear a kilt … at the club.”

  “Well, damn, there goes that fantasy,” Blaze said with a sigh as she settled onto the back seat of the SUV. She’d played with sadists before Master Z had entered her life, but had found out she was not a true masochist.

  “Dunna worry, lass,” Duncan said from behind them. “Gunnar is a’ready sortin’ through the dominants linin’ up and beggin’ ta take on a feisty wee subbie such as yerself.”

  The man closed the back hatch before Blaze could respond.

  Blaze looked at her best friend with wide eyes. “No,” she said softly. “No, no, no, no, no.”

  “Probably,” Jillian responded just as softly. “You’ve been alone long enough, though I’m sure he won’t pressure you into anything you don’t want to do. Club Esoteria Texas follows the same rules as the original club. Safe, sane, and consensual are our watch words, safe words are in full effect, and we discourage drinking until after play is complete. One big difference is that we don’t have locked-door private theme rooms like they do.”

  “Uh-huh,” Blaze said as Duncan climbed into the driver’s seat. “And if I decide I don’t want to play with these dominants Gunnar is choosing for me?”

  “Oh, ye will, lass,” Duncan answered, “and from where I’m sittin’, it willna take long before yer hangin’ out in the subbie corral, beggin’ fer a man ta ease yer stress.”

  Blaze met the man’s eyes in the mirror. “Not going to happen.”

  Duncan chuckled but did not respond to her statement. “Tacos or burgers fer lunch before we head ta the ranch?”

  * * * *

  Levin Taylor knelt on the bedroom floor before Master Wyatt, naked except for the cock cage the man had locked on him the day before. The damn thing had decreased by two sizes in the last few minutes since his master had told him the plans he and Gunnar had discussed while he had been busy wrangling Jillian’s baby goat the day before. Plans that included possibly adding a female to their household.

  Though he had many questions piling up in his brain, Levin said nothing. Yet. He would have a chance to speak, eventually. He and Wyatt were partners in every way outside the house. Inside the house, and at the Club Esoteria Texas, Wyatt was Master and Levin his slave in any way the man wished him to be.

  Right now, that meant Wyatt talked and Levin remained silent and listened.

  “If Blaze were to join our household, things would change,” Wyatt said as he watched Levin begin to sweat as blood filled his cock until the plastic pressed painfully into his skin. “While you will always be my boy, she would be our girl. You will be over her in the hierarchy of the household, and I expect you to punish, and reward, her as a proper dominant does.”

  “Yes, Master,” Levin said, hoping the whimper he wanted to voice wasn’t too noticeable.

  “Is that cage getting too small for my boy’s cock?” Master Wyatt reached for the belt around his waist as he walked around Levin and out of sight. He had already pulled off the T-shirt he’d worn since their before-dinner shower, leaving him wearing only well-worn jeans held up by a thick, black leather belt.

  Levin wanted to scream an affirmative answer but bit his bottom lip instead. Master liked to torture him with pain before giving him the pleasure that often blew off the top of his head. He liked whatever Master chose to give him, but after cycling h
ard to soft and back again too many times to count over the past twenty-four hours, he needed a break.

  He needed to be fucked.

  He needed to come.

  He needed to be released from this torture device before the pressure on his cock caused it to bleed.

  “How close are you?” Master Wyatt asked.

  “Close, Master,” he answered through gritted teeth. He tried to think of something, anything that would cause his cock to deflate even just a little so he could think past his need.

  “You hold back during your punishment and I’ll give you more pleasure than you can handle. Otherwise, you’ll be dunking that monster in ice water and coming to bed still locked up,” Master Wyatt said from behind him as he used the belt to stroke over Levin’s shoulder and down his back.

  “Yes, Master,” Levin answered automatically.

  He heard cloth moving, and then Wyatt moved to stand in front of him. He was now naked with a cock that looked nearly as angry as Levin’s felt. “Suck it, boy. Take it all, and drink it down.”

  Levin licked his lips just before opening his mouth wider as he leaned forward. He took the head of Wyatt’s cock into his mouth and, after dragging his tongue around the head, moved farther down the length. He slowly sucked and swabbed at the skin while breathing in the clean, manly scent of his master. He did not stop until his lips surrounded the root of Wyatt’s cock. The head was in his throat, and he swallowed, which had his master grabbing at his shoulders.

  “Damn, you’re good at that,” Wyatt praised on a groan.

  Levin backed off until only the head of Wyatt’s long, thick cock remained in his mouth. Then he reversed direction and slid back down again. He sucked and swallowed as he traveled back and forth, knowing exactly what would set Master Wyatt off. He used every trick he’d learned during their years together. It wasn’t long before Wyatt’s hands moved from his shoulders, sliding up his neck to bracket the back of his skull. Master held him tight as his hips began to rock back and forth as he fucked Levin’s mouth.

  “Take it, boy. Every drop,” Wyatt growled as his semen pulsed from his cock across Levin’s tongue in a rush.

  Levin swallowed it all down before gentling his touch. Once Master’s seed stopped flowing, he licked the cock clean. His own cock screamed for relief, and he prayed he could get through the next phase of what was to come. Wyatt pulled from his mouth and wobbled as he walked away.

  “Hands and knees, boy. Ten strokes to clear the books.”

  Levin shifted forward, planting his hands on the floor and shifting his legs wider until he gained the position Master required for punishment. Taking a deep breath, he tried to relax the muscles of his ass and upper thighs. His cock twitched in anticipation, causing the lock to rattle.

  “Count them out,” Master Wyatt said as he moved to stand to Levin’s side.

  “Yes, Master.”

  Thwap.

  “One, Master,” Levin said, his voice rising. Hot pain flashed across the center of his ass, and he closed his eyes as his mind began to separate from his body.

  Thwap.

  “Two, Master.”

  The punishment continued, some strokes coming one on top of the next, others taking up to thirty seconds between strokes.

  Finally, he called out, “Ten, Master,” shocked that he had made it and was still perched on palms and knees. He did not acknowledge the tears that rolled from his eyes, dropping to form a puddle on the floor beneath him.

  Wyatt’s fingers threaded through his hair, letting him know without words that his Master was pleased with his performance.

  “Stand up, boy.”

  Using the bed for assistance, Levin carefully rose. Once on his feet, he released the bed and shifted into the standing slave position his Master required of him. Right hand holding left wrist at the back of his waist, shoulders back, and head up. He took a deep breath and fought to keep from sliding deeper into the subspace that waited just on the other side of the orgasm that hovered just beyond his grasp.

  Wyatt moved to stand in front of him. Levin was a few inches taller than his master, but that did not mean anything in their life together. When a work-roughened hand slid around the back of his neck, he allowed his eyes to meet Wyatt’s silvery-blue-eyed gaze.

  “You are such a good boy,” Wyatt said as he pulled Levin’s head down to kiss him. “My good boy.”

  The kiss started hot and went nuclear in seconds as lips mashed together before parting to allow tongues to duel. Levin wanted nothing more than to wrap his arms around Wyatt’s back and pull the man closer until skin met skin from tongue to toes. Instead, he forced himself to remain still, allowing Master to guide the kiss, to take his pleasure in Levin’s submission while giving Levin pleasure in his domination.

  “Such a good boy you are.”

  Wyatt praised him after he broke the kiss and took a half-step back. He then pulled Levin’s head down so his forehead rested on Wyatt’s shoulder. Levin focused on breathing as Wyatt reached between them to unlock the cage and ease it from his cock.

  He sucked a sharp breath when Wyatt’s fingers stroked over the sensitive head of his cock before he wrapped his fingers around the base. He began to stroke up and down the length, using Levin’s own precum to ease the way.

  “Whenever you want, boy.” Wyatt whispered permission in his ear just before he brushed a kiss on his cheek.

  It took only three more strokes for Levin’s balls to pull up and squeeze tight. He cried out when his cock pulsed and semen shot into the soft T-shirt Wyatt held over the tip. His hips canted forward with each shot of fluid. By the time his orgasm rolled through and away, he was a six-foot-four pile of goo, leaning heavily on his partner, his lover, his Master.

  Once Wyatt cleaned him up, Levin followed the man to their bed. He crawled in, careful to keep his still tender ass from pressing against the mattress as he curled up next to his man.

  “Now that we’ve cleared the slate and relaxed, what do you think about meeting Gunnar, Jillian, and Blaze for dinner when the woman’s up to it?” Wyatt asked, arranging them so Levin’s head rested on his shoulder.

  It took Levin a few seconds to pull his drifting thoughts together in order to respond. “It wouldn’t hurt to at least meet her and see what she’s about.”

  Chapter Three

  “She refuses to come down,” Jillian said as she stepped into the living room, unsuccessful in her task of convincing Blaze to join them for dinner. She looked distressed, which made Wyatt’s Dom radar ping with the need to fix things, even though the pretty woman wasn’t in his charge.

  Gunnar had shared with Wyatt and Levin while she was upstairs that, in the week since her arrival at Esoteria Ranch, Blaze refused to leave her room, except to make middle-of-the-night trips to the kitchen for food. Wyatt glanced at Gunnar and saw the uber-successful businessman turned rancher was nearing the end of his patience with their injured houseguest.

  “May I?” Wyatt asked Gunnar.

  Gunnar gave a short nod in response. When Jillian looked like she wanted to argue, her Master used a two-finger wave to call her to his side. “You’re too easy on her, subbie. Let’s give Wyatt a chance.”

  Wyatt set his beer down and rose. “Come along, Levin. I might need your assistance.”

  Without a word, Levin stood and followed him toward the stairs that Jillian had just come down.

  “Door just across the hall from the top of the stairs,” Gunnar called after them.

  Wyatt raised a hand in acknowledgement.

  “Master?” Levin said when they were halfway up the stairs.

  “Yes?”

  “What are we going to do?”

  “We’re going to introduce ourselves and convince Blaze to come downstairs and join us for dinner. Afterwards, we are going to coerce her into coming with us to the club. I’m afraid she has settled deep into a dark pit of depression, and we’re going to help her climb out again by whatever means necessary.”

  “But what
are we going to do?” Levin asked, his voice soft and deep.

  “Just follow my lead, boy,” Wyatt ordered, not able to give a better answer because he didn’t have one. Yet. He wouldn’t be able to make plans until he met the woman and deciphered what, exactly, was going on in her head.

  “Yes, Master,” his boy answered on a soft sigh.

  Wyatt felt Levin behind him as he crossed the wide hall that ran the width of the house. Their destination was the closed door in sight. Taking a deep breath, Wyatt mentally shifted into the mindset of power and control that defined him as a Dom. Lifting a hand, he knocked briskly three times.

  “Go away, Gunnar. I’m not coming down to meet your friends looking like Frankenstein’s monster. I’ll get something to eat later, after you all head to the club.” The soft southern drawl that filtered through the door sent an electrical charge straight to his cock, which went stone hard in less than three heartbeats.

  Wyatt reached for the doorknob and wasn’t surprised when it turned and the door opened. She might claim to want to be alone, but Blaze Richards was lying to herself and everyone around her.

  He would not allow that to continue. Lying was one of his big no-no’s.

  Pushing the door fully open, Wyatt stepped into the room. He felt more than heard Levin follow. The curtains were open and the blinds pulled up, allowing late afternoon sunlight to pour in. His gaze sweeping the room, he found Blaze huddled in a chair staring out the window. She looked miserable.