“What was Aron talking about when he said Ms. Trahan was afraid of the Warrior?” Isaac knew the big bull was as gentle as a lamb.
Jacob sat up, drained his beer bottle and smiled. “It was funny. Now, ya’ll know that bull. We’ve hand-fed and brushed him since he was knee-high to a grasshopper.”
“He loves to be brushed with a curry comb. We’ve spoiled that old monster, but he sure does sire damn fine calves. As far as Beefmaster bulls go, he’s top-notch,” Noah commented, but Isaac was amused to see that he kept one eye on the staircase. The boy was besotted!
“I love to watch him when he sees Jessie or Libby come to the gate with some nuggets in their hands. He runs at them like a freight train. When we have company, they can’t be still when he comes a runnin’. They dance in their shoes, thinking that big ole’ bull is gonna run ’em down. But he always skids to a stop, nose to nose, with those sweet little girls. Why, I’d trust him to let Jessie ride on his back, if she had a mind to.” Jacob took the remote and turned the sound down on the TV.
“So, where does Ms. Trahan come into play?” Isaac knew Jacob could spend hours telling a story if you didn’t aim him in the right direction.
“She came to buy a few straws of War’s semen and she wanted to take a look at him. So I took her over to his pasture, and told her to walk down to the pond where he was standing underneath one of the big oaks. He looked like a king surveying his domain. She was impressed, but decided to get up close and personal with him.”
Isaac started laughing. He could see where this was going. “What did he do, decide to come and meet her and give her a proper escort?”
“Yeah, I guess she was expecting him to just stand there like some statue, but he’s polite, he didn’t want to make her walk all that way by herself. Besides, she might be packing a few nuggets for all he knew. He was willing to give her a chance.”
“Lord, what happened next? Are we in jeopardy of a lawsuit?”
Isaac slapped Noah on the back of the head. “Down Donald Trump, this is just a funny story. Nobody’s suing anybody.”
Jacob snorted. “Actually, we’re lucky Ms. Trahan didn’t have a heart attack. She loves to play the rancher’s wife, but she don’t know a hill-a-beans about animals. Anyway, when she saw Red Warrior begin to mosey toward her, she got nervous and turned to come back to the gate. She picked up her pace a little and so did War. After all, he thought they might be playing a game.”
“I just love the way you read this bull’s mind. But, then again, you are the Bull Whisperer of central Texas. When do you think Skye and Jessie are gonna come down? Do you think I ought to go up and check on them?”
“Why don’t you do that, Romeo?” Isaac watched Noah struggle with staying or going. He decided to stay. “Do you want to play the ‘ball’ game with Skye?” He held the buckeyes out to tempt him.
“Hell no,” Noah groused. “I can’t lie with a straight face like you can.”
“Can I get back to my story?” Jacob had been patiently waiting, and when they settled down he resumed. “Anyway, when little Ms. Trahan realized that War was moving toward her, she panicked and started to run. Well, War figured if she was running, maybe something was after them both, so he might oughta run too. So the faster she ran, the faster the bull ran and when I heard her screaming, she was tearing across the pasture waving her arms in the air, saying ’Save me! Save me!’” Jacob was waving his arms, mimicking Ms. Trahan, and Noah and Isaac were cracking up.
“What happened next, or should I guess?” Isaac could just see War running with that big dick of his swaying in the breeze.
“I wish I’d had a camera, it would have won us a million dollars on one of them funny video shows. War never caught up with her, plus he kept looking back over his shoulder to see what booger-man was after him. And by the time Ms. Trahan had reached the safety of the gate, and Lord, in heaven, don’t repeat this at the bar. But she had tinkled on herself. I looked down and there were drops of pee falling in the dirt and running down her leg.” They were all laughing, Jacob hardest of all. “And do you know what War did? He let it fly, too. I guess you could say they scared the piss out of each other.”
“What did you do?” Isaac couldn’t begin to imagine. Jacob had more couth than he did.
“What do you think I did? I pretended not to see a thing.” There was movement on the stairs, so Jacob finished up his tale. “I finally got her to pet him and see that he’s just a big old baby and she bought twenty thousand dollars’ worth of his little swimmers.”
“Here they come,” Noah announced, his mind clearly not on War’s pee party.
Jessie came first and Jacob lit up like a Christmas tree. Isaac felt a tug at his heart. Seeing his brothers so happy meant a lot. Jessie was gorgeous and her tummy was as round as a basketball. His older brother pulled her down onto his lap and started rubbing the place where their baby rested. The little boy wouldn’t be Jacob’s biological child, but neither he nor any of the family cared one iota. She had come to Jacob pregnant, thinking that the surrogate baby she carried was his. A mix-up at the sperm bank had been the best thing that ever happened to Jacob. But the baby would be a McCoy, a well-loved McCoy, through and through.
Then Isaac saw Skye, and he saw Noah watching Skye, and it was a sight to behold. She was slender and elegant, with long dark hair and the biggest doe eyes he’d ever seen. He didn’t really blame his brother, after all Skye was a beautiful woman. It was a good thing he didn’t have feelings for her or a new family feud might be in the offing. All right, show-time. “Skye, you sure did get a good deer yesterday. That buck dressed out at a hundred and a quarter. I saved the antlers for you, and I saved something else, if you want them.” He held his hand out, palm up, with those two round buckeyes lying in the center.
She looked at him suspiciously, her bright black eyes shining with banked amusement. Perhaps, Miss Skye wasn’t a typical city girl. She held out her hand. “May I hold them?” He gave them to her and she rolled them between thumb and forefingers. “These are very nice, but they don’t belong to my deer. I dressed him myself and put the aforementioned delicacy in the stew I’m preparing for your supper. These balls are a little small for my deer. Have you felt between your legs to see if you’re missing anything?”
Well, hell. Noah and Jacob literally bellowed their laughter and Isaac bowed his head, hiding his own smirk. Skye was nobody’s fool. Jessie jumped up and took Skye by the hand and they began planning dessert for the evening meal. All of a sudden, Isaac didn’t feel that hungry for stew.
“I’m in love,” Noah whispered under his breath. “Yep, I’m in love.” Isaac was glad, because the farther Noah stayed away from Harper, the better they all would be.
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“I ALMOST DON’T recognize myself.” Avery turned sideways and stared at her reflection. Decked out in black leather, she didn’t look like herself at all. Her hair was fluffier and her make-up was subtle, but somehow it made every feature look sexier. She leaned closer and looked at her eyes. They were a blue-violet with a gold starburst, but the eye shadow and mascara she had applied with Destiny’s help made them look huge. She liked it, Avery decided. And her mouth was pink and glossed, making it, she had been assured, very kissable. Touching her face, she traced her cheekbones. “Do you think Isaac will like the new me?”
“He’d have to be dead to resist you now, Sugar.” Margo stepped back and surveyed her handiwork. “Don’t forget everything I’ve taught you. You now have skills that will make any man your slave.” She reached behind her and picked up Avery’s small pink Hello Kitty suitcase. “I’ve stocked this with a bunch of goodies and a list of reminders of the new weapons you have in your repertoire. Remember, you can now do a mean lap dance, you know how to work a stripper pole, you are proficient in oral sex and seductive moves, and you know more sexual positions than the writers of the Kama Sutra.”
“That sounds good, Madame, Dear.” Avery laughed. “But alas, all of that talent has been
acquired without the benefit of a living, breathing male partner. Lord only knows if I’ll be able to practice what you preach.” At Madame Margo’s amused, but pointed look, she promised. “Yes Ma’am, I will give it my best shot.” That went without saying. It was why she’d come. The last couple of weeks had been spent acquiring knowledge of erotic techniques, most of which she hadn’t even known existed. Now, all she had to do was go home and try them out on Isaac McCoy, if he would let her. At least she had lots of new stuff to write about. Her publisher had called and demanded more erotic stories. It looked like her writing career had taken an unexpected turn. They were asking her to accept interviews, but Avery couldn’t afford to allow this new information to get back to her dad and his church. They would faint dead away.
Having already said her good-byes to the girls, she hugged the older woman who had broken all the rules and taken in a total stranger. For all Margo could have known, she might have come to cause the house a peck of trouble. Instead, she had obtained an insight into a world she had only heard of in the vaguest of terms. Wrapping her arms around the older matron, Avery placed a kiss on her rouged cheek. “I want to thank you, for everything. You’ve tried to teach me a lot of stuff, and I know I failed miserably in most of it. But one thing you have accomplished is an increase in my self-confidence. I’m going back to Kerrville a new woman.” The bravado was a front, but she thought she could at least get her foot in the door at Hardbodies. And once she was in, she would have an opportunity to get Isaac’s attention.
“You have my number, Sweetie. Call me if you need anything. And don’t you forget, that man is gonna be lucky to get you.” Margo walked her to the door, and watched as Avery strapped her bags to the back of the Harley Sportster. It had taken two days of intense work by the bartenders and some of the regular johns to get her to the point where she felt at ease riding the motorcycle. Trading in her minivan had not been a hardship. The conservative vehicle just didn’t go with her new personality or even with her chosen career. It was time for the world to get a glimpse of the real Avery.
Climbing on the bike, she slipped on the helmet and turned the key. A roar greeted her ears and made her blood rush. The moment had arrived to set her plan in motion. Avery Rose Sinclair was going home, and it was time to show Isaac that the good girl had learned some new tricks.
Chapter Two
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ISAAC RAN A hand over the sub’s smooth tanned ass. She shivered in anticipation. “Please, Master. I need more.”
A pleading, submissive tone used to be all it took to make him rock hard. Lately, it wasn’t working, and Isaac was doing everything he could to regain the pleasure he used to get from sex. Dammit! He was a Dom! Taking his enjoyment from a submissive woman was one of the greatest thrills of his life. While he could still instruct and guide, he hadn’t been able to bring himself to have sex during a scene. Each time he began, all he could see was… No! He refused to even think her name, not now. She didn’t belong here, not even her name or a thought of her belonged in this setting. Focusing on the woman before him, he spoke, “Trust me, Madelyn. I’ll give you what you need.” He held his hand out to Levi who placed a leather quirt in his palm. “Are your nipples hard?”
“Yes, Sir.” The woman who was strapped to the waist high bondage table spread her legs as far as she could, seeming to offer Isaac access to her very soul. “They need to be sucked.”
“All in good time,” he assured her. “Right now, I’m about to turn this perfect rump a nice shade of pink.” He tapped the quirt on her rear, just to see how she’d react. When she lifted it slightly, as if seeking the sting, he knew it would bring her pleasure. One of the prime duties of a Dom was to give a sub exactly what she needed. But instead of the quirt, he first used his hand, slapping her bottom lightly. She yelped in shock. Liking the response, he massaged her cheeks, trailed down the tender inner flesh of her thighs, coming close…so close to her tender sex. Isaac felt his cock stir, but his heart wasn’t in it. The rampaging excitement which used to accompany a BDSM session like this was missing.
“Oh, please. Oh, yes,” she whispered. He knew what to do. In fact, Isaac could do this in his sleep. Pleasuring a woman was a gift. All of his adult life, he had known his sexual needs were different from his brothers’. Domination was as much a part of his soul as Tebow was. And if he couldn’t function in this manner any longer, he was lost. His fingers pressed deeper, sliding through her slit, grazing her clit in circular patterns until he could feel it respond. Madelyn tried to move her butt to push back against his hand. Even though the straps held her in place, he felt her muscles strain. Isaac was pleased, and slapped her rump again. Maybe, just maybe. “This is my body to use,” he said and thrust two fingers into her so hard and fast, he felt her go onto tiptoe, her vagina grasping in shock. “Sub, you have presented your ass to me for my pleasure. Your orgasms belong to me. You will come when I command you to and not before.”
A red blush flared up the beautiful woman’s body as his finger moved inside her. But Isaac knew she would need more stimulation than that. He pulled his hand from her vagina and slapped her again on the one firm cheek. She whimpered, and he knew she was desperate with want. This was the part Isaac always loved the most. He got off watching a woman in the throes of lust. There was nothing more arousing than bringing a woman to the point of begging for his touch.
Stepping in front of her, he admired the twin plump mounds that hung down like rich, ripe fruit. “You have such pretty breasts. Look at those succulent nipples…they are raspberry red and so very plump, Little Sub.” He gently squeezed her breasts, and his thumb brushed over the tips, making her moan. Taking the quirt, he traced around her breasts lightly, brushing over her swollen, sensitive nipples, sliding the implement of pleasure over her shoulder and down her back, teasing her with what was to come. With a sharp flick, he slapped her round ass with the leather quirt, pausing to gauge her reaction. As he expected, she gasped, arched her back and pushed her rump toward him, a look of pleased surprise all over her face. Today was her first experience with the bite of a whip. As always with subs, she had agreed to it, but imagining it and experiencing it were two different things.
Isaac slowly increased the intensity and frequency of the whipping, and Madelyn moaned. Waiting for his own lust to build, he lashed slightly harder and quicker, pleased to see beautiful pink streaks appear, as if in watercolor on her smooth, white flesh. With each slap her cream flowed more freely, until it was making a milky trail down her thigh. His little sub mewled, closing her eyes. Isaac knew how it worked. Her mind transformed the energy from each bite of the quirt, making her hungry for more and more. Upping the ante, he smacked the insides of her tender thighs with the small whip, making her legs quiver. The intensity rising, she groaned as he whipped the soft skin, each blow sending jolts of pleasure surging through her body. Damn! She was like a Roman candle about to shoot off and he felt—nothing. Disgust at himself almost overwhelmed Isaac. What kind of a damn Dom was he?
Useless, he was flippin’ useless and it was his own friggin’ fault. The whole family teased him about his tender heart. If he gave free rein to his soft side, he would have every stray in the county at Tebow ranch. And now, he had gone and fallen in love, but not with a woman who could tolerate or enjoy his lifestyle. Hell no, he had to go and fall head over spurs for a sweet, pure angel of a virgin who would be horrified to know Isaac McCoy got off on bondage, domination, whips and chains—the whole leather and lust scene.
Refusing to give up without a fight, he fondled the sub’s perfect rump and lightly whipped the backs of her thighs. She sighed heavily and cried out, “Harder! Oh, please, Master, I need you to whip me harder!” She was groaning, moving her hips back and forth. “Ohhhhh, I’m going to explode! I can’t stop it!”
“Stop! You will not finish until I allow it. You must wait for my signal.” Isaac’s voice was gruff and he quickly stepped away from her. She let out a harsh sob, needing more, needing to orgasm.
And Isaac was furious with himself. He stood there, unable to continue. Nothing had changed; he simply couldn’t do it anymore. Motioning for Levi to take over, he almost apologized to the sub. It wasn’t her fault. Tears slipped down her flushed cheeks and her breath flowed rapidly between her parted lips. He admired her strength as she pulled herself together to await the new Master’s desire. Levi glanced at Isaac, not in censure, but in understanding. They had spent hours together as Isaac tried to work through his problems. So Levi had been on alert, waiting to see how Isaac would do.
As Isaac stepped away, Levi knelt before the sub, running his hand up and down the inside of her thighs. Madelyn’s reaction was to automatically tilt her ass toward him. He snapped the whip once, hard against her mound. Madelyn cried out, begging for more. Taking the handle, Levi played with her, teasing her opening, pushing at the tender hole and dragging the cream up and down her slit. Obviously, he had no qualms about pleasing the little sub. As Isaac watched, Levi knelt behind her and licked her pink, swollen folds. With a groan of lust, he sucked and nibbled on her throbbing clitoris. She groaned in gratitude, pressing against his mouth. “Now come for me, Baby!” Madelyn shuddered in release as a Master gave her permission to take her pleasure.
Unable to watch anymore, Isaac left them alone. Levi was a fine Dom and he had excelled under Isaac’s tutelage. Flinging a towel over his shoulder, he looked at his hood and cape hanging on a hook. How many times had he worn them in scenes? Too many to count. The hood was custom made with the Tebow brand in the center of the forehead. Funny, now he didn’t want to wear it at all. Feeling disgusted with himself, he retreated up the stairs. Crowbar was polishing the railing. Isaac nodded to him. Levi’s simple friend had proven to be invaluable to them. Completely trustworthy, he worked nights for them, doing what needed to be done and helping Terence Lee with crowd control. “How you doing, Crowbar?” he acknowledged him as he headed to his apartment behind the bar.
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