I want to hear him get out of control, yell and scream and call me dirty names.
It doesn’t happen. Trying to give Gage the benefit of the doubt, I want to wait him out. I can’t. Is this a Dom thing? Control.
No. It’s never going to happen. He can’t do it and I am not only disappointed but scared. If he can’t do that, then…?
“Uncuff me, Gage,” I tell him. “Red. Stop. Now.”
After a moment, Gage unlatches the cuffs at my wrists. I push back the blindfold and turn to look at him. He stands there, the flogger in his right hand, his chest gleaming with sweat, his chest heaving. He looks sexy as hell and all I want is for him to devour me.
“You can do this, Gage.”
He shakes his head.
“Yes, you can.” I reach up and hook my fingers into the eye-hooks. “Just look into my eyes. Start slow, Gage. Please, Sir? Flog my breasts? I want to feel the leather sting my nipples.”
He slowly shakes his head, and whispers, “No.”
“I want to feel what it is like. I want to come hard. Just tease my tits with the leather and—”
“No!” Gage tosses the flogger at my feet.
Suddenly I feel almost as rejected as I did when I didn’t get picked for junior high school cheerleader.
“All right.” I pull my arms down and start across the room. “Dammit, Gage. I am not a fucking china doll.” Maybe I was wrong. Maybe he can’t do this.
Maybe I can’t. My sexual insecurities are getting the best of me.
“Emma, you have no idea what you are asking of me.”
I turn back, pulling on my shirt. “I know if Amanda asked you, you wouldn’t have had any trouble.”
“That’s different.”
I arch a brow. “Oh, really? How so.” I slip into my skirt and look for my shoes.
“I don’t love Amanda.”
“And you love me?”
He stares. “Yes. I do. I already told you that.”
“Then it hurts even more that you would do things to her to cause her pleasure that you won’t do to me. I can’t do this. Goodbye, Gage. I need to…”
I don’t know what I need or what I am feeling. You are so sexually unsatisfying, Emma. I find my shoes and put them on.
“Emma, please. Don’t make me do this. I don’t want to hurt you.”
I give him one last look. “You already have.”
Turning for the door, my heart is bursting. I no more want to step outside of it than I want to cut off my arm, but I can’t bear the thought of Gage needing more….
Of me wanting to give it, but him not thinking I can….
I hear a loud intake a breath behind me and turn around.
Gage is on his knees. “Emma, please. I’m begging you. Please do not walk out the door. Help me work through this. I can’t flog you. I can’t. I love you too damn much, and I don’t want to lose you…hurt you… I am so fucking scared right now of losing you.”
My heart is breaking. I take a step back toward him. “Gage, if you can’t do to me what you need to, if you can’t take that flogger and even barely flick it across my ass or my tits, then what happens when the time comes that you have this incredible urge to do so, and you can’t come to me? Where do you go? Back to Amanda? Because that’s what fucking scares me to death. I need to be what she was once for you. Not that you have to beat me or make marks on me…but I need to be your Amanda, Gage. I need to be what you need most. I need to know I satisfy you in every way.”
“You do satisfy me, Emma,” he whispered. “I don’t need to flog you in order to feel satisfied.”
He sits back on his knees, his head in his hands. I push away from the door and go to him, kneeling in front of him and pulling his face up to look at mine. I wipe the tears from his eyes and kiss his lips.
“I can’t,’ he says. “Don’t ask me.”
“Gage, I love you. I need for you to love me in the way you know best. I need to know I can give you what you need. And I need to know that I am the only one you are ever going to need. Because if none of that is true, then I need to go now.”
His eyes search mine. I’m still holding his face in my hands. And I feel incredibly good about the fact that he has not pushed me away.
I rise and kick my shoes off. Slowly, I push my skirt off again, unbutton and shrug out of my shirt. I grasp his hands and pull him to his feet, then reach for the flogger on the floor and hand it back to him.
“If it’s easier to start with your hand, then do that,” I tell him.
Then I turn toward the saddle spanking bench and drape myself over it, close my eyes, and wait.
After a moment, I feel Gage’s approach. His right hand barely skims my right ass cheek and he rubs over me tenderly, caressingly. He trails his fingers down my thigh a few inches and then snakes back up between my legs. He spreads me a little, pushes two fingers up inside me, and then withdraws with an agonizingly slow speed.
I huff out a breath at the pleasure and try to spread wider for him.
Then at once, I feel a pop! Gage slaps my right cheek. I moan and brace myself for the next one. Pop! He rubs it out and again, I wait.
His fingers plunge inside me again and stroke, and then simultaneously I feel another sharp slap. I realize he’s working both hands now, one penetrating me and the other spanking. With each sharp slap, my arousal heightens and I moan.
“Are you all right, Emma?” he croaks.
“Green. Green.”
He continues stroking and slapping and then he stops. Nothing.
“Stay there. Stay still,” he says. I stay put, waiting, anticipating…
He starts softly with the flogger, swishing it across my thighs, underneath my buttocks. He flicks a little harder occasionally, leaving me with a slight sting. He moves higher, flipping the leather strings against my ass, and I jerk with the sharp tickle as the leather pieces inch closer to my pussy.
I quake with need and want to come. I’m amazed at the speed at which he is flicking the flogger over me, sending me into a wall of frenzy.
“My God, your pussy is dripping,” Gage says. “Emma, that is so fucking hot.”
The flogger is suddenly gone. Gage slaps my ass again and drops to his knees behind me. Instantly, his mouth is in my pussy, lapping at my juices. An instant orgasm punches through me and crashes through my body. I moan and shout his name. “Gage, Gage….”
I am spent. Languid. Draped over the saddle and loving the feel of the soft leather against my tits and tummy. Then Gage stands and grasps my hips, shoving his dick up my pussy, and yells.
I can’t believe he’s so hard again, this soon. The man is definitely unquenchable, and he is all mine.
“You are fucking mine, you blond cunt. I love spanking your ass and making you come. I love fucking you from behind and watching your pussy drip all over my dick. I want to fuck your asshole and come in every hole you have. You are fucking mine! Do you hear that? No one else’s. You are fucking mine!”
He groans and comes, pushing so hard into me I fear we’ll topple the bench. But I am so pleased, so satisfied, feel so possessed and…loved.
“Ah, goddamn, Emma…” He pounds with short rapid strokes finishing off his orgasm and then falls over me on the bench.
After a moment, I whisper, “I’m sorry I had to force your hand.”
“I’m glad you did. You may have to do that from time to time.”
I smile. “Gladly.”
His breathing is heavy in my ear, but I hear very clearly when he says, “I goddamn fucking love you, Emma Lavender. Please, please do not ever leave me.”
I smile and reach for one of his hands. “You have a potty mouth.”
“I’m sorry,” he says.
“But my blond cunt loves it,” I reply. “And I love you.”
“Marry me.”
I hesitate only a second. “Yes.”
Gage pushes back and pulls me up off the saddle, turning me to face him. He lifts me and I wrap my legs aro
und his waist and my arms around his neck. Gage kisses me and we stumble backward onto the bed. I giggle and realize he is hard again, and that I want him again, just as much and maybe more.
Flipping over onto my back, I spread my legs wide and push my middle finger into my still dripping pussy.
“How may I please you, Sir?”
Epilogue
“So, what did your family say?”
Emma got up from the sofa in Gage’s office and laid her notebook on the table. She’d been making preliminary plans for the wedding, trying to decide if the ballroom would be a big enough venue, considering all of Gage’s family and hers.
Gage looked up from his computer. “My mother cried. My father wanted to know where I’ve been hiding you. And my sister wanted to know what you looked like. What did your family say?”
“Well, my mother is having a hissy-fit because the wedding is not going to be in Charlotte. I tried to explain to her why it’s impossible to have the wedding there. Besides, I live here now, and here is where I am going to stay.”
Gage nodded. “Hm.”
“Daddy wanted to know if your ranch was one of those places where middle-aged men with midlife crises go to play cowboy. I assured him it wasn’t.”
“Dude ranch. Ah, no….”
“My brother said, ‘Cool.’ Anyway, I didn’t know you had a sister.”
Gage turned away from the computer and caught her eye. “I do. She lives in Seattle, and she’s coming home in two weeks. Her name is Olivia and she’s a dancer. I’m sure she is going to be thrilled to meet you.”
Emma smiled. “I can’t wait to meet her! And when do I meet your parents?”
Shrugging, Gage said, “They’re coming tonight for dinner. Their ranch is just twenty minutes away.”
“Seriously?”
“Yeah. Oh, and then there is my little brother, Murphy. He’s up in McKenna land though. But he and his new wife, Callie, will definitely be at the wedding.”
“McKenna land?”
“More family. My dad’s brother’s side. Their ranch is closer to Yellowstone.”
Emma just stared at him. “For a man who didn’t want to talk about family, you sure have a passel of ‘em.”
He laughed. “That I do. Running yet?”
Emma nudged Gage’s chair with her hip and then sat in his lap. “Never, cowboy. I’m in for the long haul, Sir.”
Gage leaned in for a kiss. “I’m going to ask Cole tonight to be my best man.”
Smiling, Emma said, “Oh perfect! He and my best friend Jess will make the cutest wedding party couple!”
“I don’t understand.”
“Maid of Honor. They’ll look great together.”
Gage shook his head. “I still don’t understand.”
Emma laughed. “You don’t have to, cowboy, I’ll handle it. All you need to do is show up and bring the rings.”
Gage pushed Emma off his lap and stood up. “Oh, that’s right.” He pulled something out of his pocket, got down on one knee, and opened a small black box. “Officially now, will you marry me, Emma Lavender? I promise to love and control and pleasure you forever.”
Emma grinned, and Gage reached for her hand. As he pushed the engagement ring on her finger, she said, “As you wish, Sir.”
THE END
About Bella Masters
Bella Masters writes erotic romance in various flavors, including BDSM and ménage à trois relationships, multiple partners, and same sex stories. She doesn’t like to limit her options.
Bella Masters is a pen name of bestselling romance author, Maddie James.
Learn more about Bella’s books at http://bellamasters.com.
THE MONTANA RANCHERS SERIES
The Montana McKennas
Written by Jan Scarbrough and Maddie James
Meet Brody, Callie, Mercer and Parker—the four siblings in the clan of James McKenna, a Montana rancher. Growing up on the ranch was a great life, until Callie and Parker’s mother passed away, leaving James a widower. It wasn’t long, though, before he remarried, bringing stepmother Liz into their lives, along with her son, Brody. Soon, James and Liz added a new McKenna to the family, when daughter Mercer was born.
Brothers and sisters are prone to disagreements and this Brady Bunch family of step, half, and full siblings is no exception. As they grew up on the ranch, they learned values that stuck with them throughout their lives—even though they live apart as adults. But there is one thing that will bring them all back together. Their father’s dying wish.
Beginning with Jan Scarbrough’s Brody, these four books put you on the McKenna Ranch in Montana, near Yellowstone National Park. Maddie James’ Callie follows, and the siblings begin the long road home. These sweet to sexy stories give you a glimpse into Montana rodeo and ranch life, and of course, provide lots of contemporary cowboy love and romance.
The Montana McKennas: Prequel
by Jan Scarbrough and Maddie James
The Long Road Home:
Brody, Book One, by Jan Scarbrough
Callie, Book Two, by Maddie James
Parker, Book Three, by Maddie James
Mercer, Book Four, by Jan Scarbrough
THE MONTANA RANCHERS SERIES
Montana Heat
Written by Bella Masters
A couple of hours east of the McKenna Ranch, James McKenna’s brother-in-law, Tom Parker and his wife Sally, own another tract of family land. Parker’s Paradise Ranch has been in the family for generations. Tom’s son, Gage Parker, claims a smaller tract of land bordering the family ranch called the Branded Filly, and includes land Gage has added to it over the years.
We first met Gage Parker, cousin to the McKenna siblings, and older brother to Murphy Reynolds from Callie, in Corporate Cowboy. In that book, Bella introduces Gage’s ranch manager, Cole Stevens, along with temptress Amanda McIntyre, and Gage’s loyal personal assistant, Chad Logan. Soon to be introduced is Olivia Parker, Gage’s sister.
The Montana Heat series, written by Bella Masters, spins the stories of the Parker side of the clan. These stories are darker and erotic than the McKenna stories, delving deep into the sexual personalities of the characters and their erratic pathways to find the loves of their lives.
Stories in this series are all written by Bella Masters and include:
Corporate Cowboy
Watch for these books in process:
Amanda’s Story (untitled)
Cole’s Story (untitled)
Chad’s Story (untitled)
Olivia’s Story (untitled)
RUNNING NOWHERE
Lisa Tapp
“Sooner or later you’re going to have to stop and face what’s behind you.”
She knew those words were true, but could this small town, this one man, save her from an ex intent on murder?
“Running isn’t the answer.” Easy words when it isn’t your life on the line.
Dee Quinn had no idea where she was going. She only knew that if she stopped in this small town, her past would find her and she’d be murdered like the others.
Everybody hated the police these days, but Jared Hamilton believed in his badge. He embodied the motto, ‘Protect and Serve.’ Jared’s instincts went on alert the moment the fiery-haired woman walked in the bar with her rumpled, stained clothes and troubled eyes. She needed help—she needed him—if he could just win her trust.
But for Dee, trust required belief. And Officer Hamilton did not believe one word of her story. How could she stay? But how could she leave?
Chapter One
Dee Quinn cast a heated glance at the folded map in her right hand, her left hand firm around the steering wheel as she navigated the dark, narrow road. “How can such a large dot be so hard to find?” she muttered, giving the map an impatient shake. Silence, her faithful companion for the past thirty-six hours, was her only answer.
She wanted the safety of numbers, the anonymity of a large city. She craved the sound of a friendly voice, even if it was
a stranger. She needed shelter, a place to sleep, a place to plan.
As she rounded a curve, proof of civilization winked between the dark silhouettes of trees. “Thank you, Jesus.”
The Mustang crested a small rise, and the headlights settled on a squat, glowing, portable sign, a half-full parking lot. A wooden building sat nestled in a curve of trees.
Dee peered through the windshield. She’d always imagined Lexington, Kentucky, to be a big city, a sophisticated, wealthy area. Not so rural as this single business suggested. Still, the place offered more shelter than she had alone in her car.
And, her over-burdened bladder reminded her, it was better than nothing.
Easing the car into the gravel lot, she parked at the very end and took a moment to study the place. Precious little light, most of it coming from the sign, illuminated the small building that managed to be shabby without being derelict. The sign read Just One Moore. A catchy name for what appeared to be an old-fashioned tavern.
Dee locked the car. After thirty-six hours behind the wheel, thirty-six hours running for her life, this place resembled heaven. It was buried so deep in the middle of nowhere, even she’d have a hard time finding herself.
Perfect.
Her plan to snuggle into a quiet corner booth changed the minute she walked through the door. Every seat appeared taken.
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