by BJ Wane
“What’s The Barn?” she managed to ask as her toes curled into the thick, braided area rug.
Devin’s dark brows snapped down in a frown. “None of your business. Go to bed.”
That got her dander back up. Placing her fists on her hips, she narrowed her eyes. “I’m not a child to be sent to bed because the grownups have secrets.”
“Then don’t act like one by listening in on conversations and you won’t be treated like one,” Devin countered with a cool gaze.
Ignoring him, Kelsey took a step toward Greg, who was seated opposite Devin on the matching sofa. “I’m going bonkers here. Is this club in town? Can I go?”
“No.”
“I’m not talking to you,” she retorted without looking around at Devin.
“No. The Barn isn’t a place for you, little bit. Behave and I’ll take you into Billings on Sunday. Most of this week’s guests are checking out in the morning and the new ones won’t start arriving until Sunday afternoon.” His green eyes slid around her to his partner. “Devin can stay here and welcome them without me.”
“Or, you can let me come with you to this club and I’ll help greet your new guests on Sunday.” Considering their dominant personalities, those swats Greg had given her and the term ‘submissives’ she’d heard, Kelsey took a stab in the dark and surprised them by fudging the truth and saying with a shrug, “What’s the big deal? I’ve been in clubs before, including ones that cater to submissives.” Turning her head, she leveled a pointed glare on Devin.
The two of them shared a startled look before Devin’s jaw went taut and his midnight eyes bored into her. “You have sexually submissive experience?”
His soft tone held a hint of menace that elicited a cold shiver and Kelsey hoped she wasn’t biting off more than she could handle. It was obvious the McAllisters had left off telling them what she’d been doing when the assault had taken place, maybe even the type of establishment she’d been hired to work for that night. She saw this as an opportunity to not only alleviate her boredom, but possibly get this itch scratched her hosts were responsible for. If neither man wanted her, maybe she could hook up with someone who did, someone willing to answer the questions that had started that fateful night and had increased since finding herself drawn to these two virtual strangers. And then she might make it through the next three weeks without going stir crazy or lust crazy.
“Not much, but some,” she hedged, thinking observing should count for something.
“How much is some?” Greg wanted to know.
Devin saved her from lying again by coming to his feet, exclaiming, “You’re not seriously thinking of agreeing, are you?”
Greg stood, his eyes going from Devin to Kelsey. “Go on to bed, Kelsey. We’ll let you know in the morning what we decide.”
Thinking she better not push her luck, she nodded, pivoted and returned to her room. The pool of nervous sweat at the base of her spine dried as she slid into bed with different sexual scenarios flitting through her head, all of them with her paired with either Greg or Devin at a kink club similar to Dominion.
“No fucking way,” Devin snapped as soon as Kelsey left the room.
Greg was reluctant to grant Kelsey’s wish, but not dead set against it. The girl pulled at something inside him, and he suspected it was the same for Devin. The sadness in her eyes when she’d asked him why Devin didn’t like her still bothered him, and the taunting grin and comeback she’d given his partner when he tried to distract her at pool still drew his smile. He thought his cock would burst through his zipper when she came around the corner wearing nothing but that peach slip of a nightie and a pair of bright blue glasses. With her hair pulled up and that pencil nestled behind her ear, the fantasies rushing through his mind couldn’t be stopped. Still, taking her up on her teasing, sexual innuendos wouldn’t be wise. Desirable, hell yes, but not a good idea.
“Why? I saw a hint of submissiveness when I swatted her ass, but didn’t want to acknowledge it, let alone mention it to you. If she’s been to a club, nothing at The Barn will surprise her. She can come as a guest, just to hang out, not play, and it’ll get her away from here for a few hours and hopefully appease her for a while.”
Devin shook his head. “It’s a risk. One, I’m not willing to take.”
“What risk?” Greg returned, exasperated with the rigid line in the sand Devin had drawn over Kelsey’s presence at the ranch. “We’ll be right there, with friends. No one at the club would hurt her, and she’ll be so happy she’s going, she’ll behave and not risk our wrath, or retaliation by not abiding by the rules.”
“You don’t believe that any more than I do. She didn’t even blush standing in front of us with her hard nipples on display,” Devin retorted.
A slow grin curved his lips and Greg couldn’t resist nettling him. “Don’t forget the cute, sexy accountant look. I loved the glasses.”
Devin shrugged but Greg caught the twitch of his mouth before he stopped himself and said, “I like your first idea better. Take her into Billings on Sunday. I’ll handle the tour group checking in.” Kicking back the last swallow of his beer, Devin walked past him without another word.
Greg waited until he tossed his empty bottle into the recycle bin and started toward the stairs before risking his long-time friend’s anger by announcing, “I’m going to let her come along. Deal with it.” Devin’s curses followed him as Greg went into his room praying Kelsey didn’t give his partner cause to say I told you so.
Chapter 6
I’m a lousy judge of men. The heated interest Kelsey thought she detected last night must have been an illusion because tonight, neither Greg nor Devin demonstrated an ounce of interest in her, not even a hint of male appreciation or lust. But she refused to allow their indifference to ruin her fun, or her plans for tonight. Just because their nonstop lecture during the first fifteen minutes of the drive left her ears ringing from all the rules they’d laid out for her to follow proved they harbored no lust for her whatsoever, didn’t mean she couldn’t enjoy tonight. If they didn’t want her, she intended to hook up with someone who did, regardless of their number one rule – she was a guest, allowed to observe and nothing more. She refrained from glaring at either man each time one added a stipulation to the evening. Hell, if she abided by their list she might as well have stayed at the house. She didn’t say that though, or grumble or complain. Nope, she sat docilely between the two men in the front of Greg’s truck, dwarfed by their size and loving it, and kept her mouth shut except to answer ‘I understand’ when asked.
Every time one of them shifted his denim-clad leg alongside hers, her pussy clenched, the response irritating her. The slutty bitch needed to focus on something else, maybe someone else soon or she would go nuts. When the lectures stopped, she looked up at Devin and asked about the club’s rule limiting everyone to two drinks, wishing his bulging bicep wasn’t resting against her arm. It was hard enough to keep focused being sandwiched between their wide shoulders encased in tightly stretched T-shirts that emphasized their thick muscles. “Why do they limit everyone’s drinking? Doesn’t the club make a large profit off alcohol sales like other clubs?” She realized her mistake when he frowned and a suspicious look entered his dark eyes.
“That’s standard practice for any gathering of BDSM players. Didn’t your introduction to the club you went to cover that?”
“Yes.” She twirled her thumbs and gazed out the windshield. “I forgot is all. The first time was so overwhelming, I confess I didn’t pay much attention to the rules.” That, at least, was the truth.
“Just make sure you do tonight,” Greg stated as he turned off the highway onto a narrow, tree-lined bumpy road. “I don’t want to regret giving in to you and give Devin a reason to say ‘I told you so’.”
“No,” she murmured, “I wouldn’t want that either.”
Greg sighed and squeezed her thigh. “Relax. The Barn’s rules don’t require high protocol, such as addressing every Dom with Master o
r Sir, but there are a few who will insist. Since you don’t know anyone, play it safe and be respectful to everyone.”
“Got it. This road is kind of spooky.” The headlights offered the only illumination until they came to a clearing and outdoor floodlights lit the double-door entry to the two-story converted barn. The wide upper window above the doors glowed in a dimmer, amber shade.
Greg rolled to a stop in the already crowded gravel parking lot and Devin opened his door, his tone dry, as he glanced back at her as he got out, “Maybe you’ll find what’s inside spooky as well and won’t want to return.” Shutting the door, he strolled inside, not bothering to wait for them.
Kelsey couldn’t hide the hurt in her voice as she whispered, “He really doesn’t like me, does he?”
Shaking his head, Greg squeezed her bare thigh, his calloused, warm touch sending a delightful ripple of pleasure up her inner leg. “That’s the problem, little bit. He does like you. Come on. And don’t worry. I won’t abandon you until I introduce you to a few women you can visit with and get to know.”
She didn’t want him to abandon her at all but wasn’t sure if it was because of nervousness over hedging on the truth of her experience that turned her palms sweaty as he lifted her down from the truck or because of the tightness around her chest at the thought of either man hooking up with someone else. Either way, she needed to get her act together before they got inside.
Greg pulled open the front door and ushered her into the foyer with a hand on her lower back. The music seeping through another set of double doors across the wood floor hit her first. The low sultry voice drew a wave of sensual awareness that put all her senses on high alert and pulled her nipples into taut pinpoints.
Placing his hat on a hook next to a row of other Stetsons, Greg nodded toward the wall of small cubbies, most holding a pair of shoes. “Pick one, and store your shoes before we go in. I phoned Master Caden and let him know you were coming tonight. He, his brother and the Willow Springs sheriff own the club.”
Picking up her sandals, Kelsey slid them inside a cubby, tossing Greg a grin over her shoulder. “Does that mean naughty subs run the risk of getting handcuffed and arrested?”
His eyes warmed as he returned her teasing smile. “Maybe not arrested, but handcuffed is always a possibility, and punishment is a given. Ready?” He reached for the door and pulled it open.
At first glance, the large, high-ceilinged space appeared much the same as any club with tables and chairs scattered around a bar, music pumping in the background and a group of people swaying close together on a small dance floor. But as he led her through the room, the two women she spotted strapped over padded benches across from the dancers dispelled that notion right away. Kelsey winced at viewing their side-by-side, bright red butts even as her own buttocks clenched and her pussy went damp. Get a grip, girl, she told herself as Greg reached out with one finger and pressed under her lower jaw, urging her to close her mouth.
With a questioning glance, he inquired, “Surely you’ve seen a spanking bench in use before?”
“Oh, yes, of course. I… well, considering the bar and tables, I assumed they’d be in another room.” Oh, shit. From the way he narrowed his eyes and those green orbs turned suspicious, she knew that excuse sounded as lame to him as it did to her. Thinking to divert his attention, she cast a quick glance around and saw an open shower in use. Luckily, she managed to swallow her gasp of surprise and cover her ineptness with both honesty and interest in the display. “Now, that I’ve never seen.”
Greg switched his gaze to the couple in the shower, the woman bent at the waist, her hands braced on a tiled seat, her body jerking with each forceful thrust from the man behind her gripping her hips. Water streaming from four showerheads sluiced over their naked bodies, adding to the sheer eroticism of the scene. “That’s Sue Ellen and Master Brett. I’ll introduce you later. I see Tamara and Sydney at the bar.”
Even though Kelsey’s black skirt came to mid-thigh and her button-up gray silk blouse was the sexiest top she owned, her outfit was still modest and boring compared to what she saw as soon as she’d stepped into the cavernous room. The women they passed wearing anything at all still revealed more of their bodies than her one-piece bathing suit, and from their looks, appeared to enjoy the eyes on them. When Greg guided her over to a short redhead and a slender, black-haired girl perched on bar stools, she found herself envying their lingerie, and the ease with which they sat there wearing next to nothing. How on earth did she think she could pull this off?
“They’re friends of yours?” she asked him before they were within hearing distance of the two women. The frisson of envy sneaking past her guard needed to be tucked away, and fast.
“Yes, and wives of the Dunbar brothers and owners, Caden and Connor. Relax. You’ll like them.” Greg prodded her forward with a press on her lower back.
Kelsey thought it might be best if he took off sooner rather than later if he was that astute at reading her. As much as she’d wanted to come tonight, she didn’t want to get on Greg’s bad side too. Dealing with Devin’s constant annoyance with her was difficult enough. “I’m not tense, just taking everything in. This place is a lot different from the club I visited.” She looked up at a soft cry echoing from the upper level and this time wasn’t shocked or surprised at what she saw. The equipment she could see from this far away and shrouded in dim lighting seemed much the same as at Dominion, and the sounds emanating from the loft were just as similar.
“If you say so,” he replied in a skeptical tone before greeting his friends. “Tamara, Sydney, this is my guest, Kelsey. She’s visiting the ranch for a few weeks.”
“Welcome to The Barn, Kelsey. I’m Sydney.” The redhead held out her hand and Kelsey returned her friendly smile.
“Thank you. This place is bigger than it looked from outside.” She sucked in a breath as Greg grasped her waist and lifted her onto a barstool, the heat of his hands seeping through her blouse. To cover the longing that simple touch stirred up, she flicked him an irritated look. “I’m perfectly capable of seating myself.”
“I didn’t say you weren’t.” He pinched her chin and reminded her, “That’s Sir or Master Greg. Remember that if another Dom talks to you.”
“Like me. I’m Master Caden, Kelsey. Welcome to my club.” The tall man with piercing blue eyes standing behind the bar held out a large hand that engulfed her much smaller one when she shook it.
“Nice to meet you, Sir. Thank you for having me.” Okay, that wasn’t so hard, she admitted.
He nodded and then told Greg, “Devin just went upstairs to monitor. Your slot is next. Does that work?”
“Sure. If you ladies don’t mind keeping Kelsey company, I’ll head up and assist my partner.”
“Leave, Master Greg. We’ll take good care of her.” The gray-eyed girl leaned around Sydney and finger-waved to Kelsey. “I’m Tamara. My husband will be late, so stick with me and I’ll be happy to show you around.”
“Good enough.” He hesitated and then yanked on Kelsey’s long hair hard enough to tug on her scalp and gain her undivided attention. “Behave and remember the rules. We’ll come find you in a little while.”
A hot flash of anger tightened her muscles and it took supreme effort to keep from lashing out at him. It seemed he and Devin thought nothing of trotting off to have fun with someone else while ordering her to stay put and twiddle her thumbs. She was damn tired of people telling her what to do, of controlling her life even if they said it’s for her own good and safety. Remembering his disconcerting perceptiveness, Kelsey reined in the urge to argue, and instead put on her sweet, eager to comply face.
“Of course. I’m looking forward to getting to know your friends.”
Kelsey held her breath as his eyes bored into hers, as if gauging her sincerity. She didn’t know what he saw but breathed easier when he huffed, spun on his heel and headed toward the stairs.
“Oh, wow, you seem to have gotten under his skin. Y
ou will definitely have to tell us how,” Sydney mumbled in awe.
Caden reached across the bar top and flicked her bare shoulder. “Or, you could mind your own business, darlin’. Kelsey, what can I get you?”
“I’d love a rum and coke, if that’s okay.”
“Coming right up.”
Sydney leaned over to whisper, “Okay, quick, tell,” as Tamara hopped off her stool to take the one on the other side of Kelsey with an excited gleam in her eyes.
Kelsey tried not to envy how comfortable the two women appeared wearing eye-drawing silk teddies that left their braless breasts easily visible. She wished she had the freedom to indulge in wearing fetish wear and to explore the cravings that started two weeks ago, yearnings that had only escalated since staying with two of the hottest men here.
With a shrug to disguise her disgruntlement with her current situation and the guys, she replied, “I hate to burst your bubble, but I don’t know what you’re talking about. What makes you think I’ve made any kind of impression on Master Greg?” Oh, it was scary how easy that title rolled off her tongue, and alarming at how much she enjoyed saying it here.
“Because between him and Master Devin, he’s the easier going of the two, and I’ve never seen him look at a sub here the way he did you,” Tamara said, fanning herself.
Both girls straightened up as Master Caden returned with her drink. “Here you go. When you’re ready for your second drink, just stop by.”
“Thank you.”
He eyed her for a moment, one of those silent, probing looks that made her fidget before he said, “Greg mentioned you had experience as a submissive.”
