Doms of Dark Haven 2: Western Night

by Sierra Cartwright, Belinda McBride,

  With that kind of disregard, she’d be better off taking her chances with a grizzly than with him.

  David turned on the coffeemaker. “No hard feelings that my women would rather be with you.” He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a business card. David studied it for a moment. “I wrote Shelby’s home address on the back,” he said. “Travel safe.”

  * * *

  A vibrator made a lousy companion. But it was better than nothing, at least most of the time.

  With a sigh, Shelby dug through the junk drawer in her kitchen, searching for a fresh battery. This trusty bullet had been more than powerful enough to get her off until she’d met Master Trevor. Now that she’d experienced real sexual satiation, the bullet just didn’t provide the kick to get her over the edge.

  But since she had no interest in anyone but him tying her up and beating her, she was stuck with toys and batteries.

  The weekend loomed. It was only six o’clock on Friday. Who knew two days could feel like eternity?

  She’d been back in Denver for a month, but she hadn’t settled back into her life. She enjoyed her job, but she hated the rest of her life. She was bored, restless, and lonely.

  The few days she’d spent at a remote cabin had dragged. She’d gone up there hoping to find peace, maybe a few answers. She’d gotten little out of the trip except frozen toes from dipping them in an alpine lake.

  Half a dozen times, she’d picked up the phone to call Master Trevor. The last time she’d spoken with David, he’d given her Trevor’s phone number and said that Trevor wasn’t seeing anyone else. He’d evidently visited Dark Haven, but he hadn’t played with anyone while he was there.

  Part of her was desperate enough to fly to San Francisco to enjoy a scene with him, if he were willing.

  She always pushed the End button before the call completed the circuit.

  Being with him, playing with him, would be fantastic. But then she’d have to say good-bye all over again. The feelings she had for him right now would only intensify.

  No, for better or worse, she was better off trying to get on with her life, as impossible as that seemed.

  She inserted the new battery into the bullet and twisted it to the On position.

  The intensity seemed better than before, but still, it probably wasn’t enough.

  She went into her bedroom and stripped, then lay on the bed and parted her thighs. She closed her eyes and remembered that final time in the club with Master Trevor.

  She recalled him tying her to the horse and stroking her pussy while she was helpless. David had been there, watching, but she’d been unaware of anything but Master Trevor’s touch. He’d made her wet, and he’d pinched her clit.

  With her left hand, she spread her labia. Just as he had, she pinched her clit, making it big and swollen.

  She was back at Dark Haven, her ass sticking out as she waited for him to strike her with the flogger.

  Finally, aroused, she turned on the vibrator and placed it on her clit.

  She began to gyrate as the pulsing sensations went through her.

  She wanted his hand, wanted a spanking.

  She wanted him.

  The climax was close, but no matter how sharp and focused her thoughts were, the orgasm loomed just out of reach.

  She dug her heels into the mattress, seeking that relief.

  A pounding on the door interrupted her.

  “Damn it.” So close.

  For a moment, she ignored the pounding and continued pressing the wiggling, pulsing little bullet against her clit. No one she knew would drop by without calling first. Her house was on a quiet semirural street. She had few neighbors, and those she did have mostly kept to themselves.

  “Goddamn it, Shelby, open this door!”

  She dropped the vibrator. Master Trevor? No. It wasn’t possible. What would he be doing here?

  “Open it, now!”

  There was no mistaking that voice or that no-nonsense tone. Master Trevor was here, and he sounded determined.

  Shaking from nerves, from excitement, she snatched up the vibrator and turned it off before dropping it back on the bed.

  Her whole body suddenly felt alive.

  She grabbed a short robe and pulled it on as she headed to the door.

  “Three spankings for every second you make me wait.”

  “Coming, Sir!” She finally managed to tie the knot of the satiny robe less than a second before she turned the dead bolt.

  She opened the door. For a moment she forgot how to breathe.

  She’d forgotten how devastatingly handsome he was.

  Dark hair, steely blue eyes, firm set to his jaw.

  He wore a black T-shirt and black jeans, along with black boots. He smelled of man, of a cool outdoor evening, of determination. She could drink him in. She had no idea why he was here, and it didn’t matter. If he wanted to screw her and leave, right now, she’d allow it. She was suddenly shameless.

  “Master David gave me your address. Invite me in.”

  It was more a demand than a request, and they both knew it.

  “Yes, Sir.” She stepped back, and he entered.

  His presence overwhelmed her small home. Hell, he overwhelmed her.

  Her pulse raced. Without thinking, she threw herself at him.

  He grabbed her, dragging her onto her toes and imprisoning her shoulders. “Open your mouth, little sub.”

  A good sub would, and for once, being a good sub was easy. “Please, Sir. Kiss me.” She opened her mouth.

  He claimed her with passion and dominance, taking her mouth with his tongue the way he took her pussy with his cock.

  This felt right and natural, the way it should be.

  Finally he set her on her feet and released her shoulders. “On your knees, sub.”

  It was an order, but this time, she heard the request in his words. He was offering her a choice. She wasn’t sure what the choice really was, but he’d made the trip from California to Colorado. That meant something.

  “I don’t know how things will work out,” he said. His voice was raw, coarse, scratchy, in a way she’d never heard before. “But I know I want you.”

  She inhaled deeply. “I want that too.”

  “Then take off your robe and get on your knees.”

  Her fingers trembled, and she fumbled with the knot.

  He curled a hand over hers, stilling her motions. “Drop your hands to your side.”

  She did, and he skillfully loosened the belt. He pushed the satin fabric back, off her shoulders.

  “Your pussy is still shaved the way I like it.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Shocking her, he placed his hand between her legs. “Your pussy is wet, little sub. What were you doing before I got here?”

  She moistened her suddenly dry lips. “Um…” She glanced at his hand. She could say she’d only gotten damp since he arrived. But if they went into her bedroom, which she was willing to bet they would do, he’d see her vibrator on the mattress. And then she’d be in trouble for lying.

  “Sub?”

  “I was masturbating when you got here.”

  “Ah. Don’t let me interrupt.”

  A hot blush rushed up her neck to settle on her face. She noticed that his cock had swelled against his jeans. He was turned on.

  “Where were you masturbating?”

  “The bedroom. Sir.”

  “Show me the way.”

  Nervous, excited, her pussy getting wetter and wetter, she lowered herself to her knees and began to crawl to the bedroom.

  He followed.

  Having him here felt right and natural. Like him, she had no idea where this could go, but she wanted to find out.

  She was aware of the loudness of his boots against the hardwood floors. He sounded commanding, in charge. She felt feminine and helpless as she crawled down the hallway, her hips gently rocking from side to side with each movement.

  One she was inside the bedroom door, she hesi
tated.

  “Do what you were doing before I got here.”

  She crawled up onto the bed and lay on her back.

  He moved to the foot of the bed and looked at her. After being tied with her legs apart at the club, this shouldn’t bother her, but here, somehow, it did.

  He hooked his thumbs in his belt loops.

  She picked up the vibrator and turned it on before shutting her eyes.

  Conscious of him watching her, she parted her thighs; then she spread her labia to reveal her clit.

  She pressed the nubby tip of the bullet against her clit. Her hips jerked in response. Her earlier response hadn’t been this intense. Earlier, her dom hadn’t been here, watching.

  She felt the beginning tendrils of an orgasm. A climax had hidden, out of reach, for the month they’d been apart, and now she was only moments away from coming.

  “This is hotter than hell,” he said. “I’ll have you masturbate more often.”

  The promise of a future made her heart do a somersault. She hadn’t thought she was strong enough to have occasional hookups with this man, but now she knew the truth. It was better than nothing.

  “Pull back the hood of your clit,” he said.

  She did.

  “Press that vibrator against it, harder, but don’t come.”

  She was going out-of-her-mind mad.

  “Your nipples are hard, as well,” he said.

  She heard him move, then felt the mattress sink down. She opened her eyes to see him kneeling on the side of the bed.

  “Keep masturbating.”

  He took both of her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and squeezed tightly.

  Who knew she liked that much pain?

  She screamed, arching her back, coming without permission. He’d given her no choice. That exquisite torment had pushed her over the edge as he’d clearly known it would.

  He’d wanted her to come, probably so he could punish her.

  She dragged in several rapid breaths.

  “Stay where you are,” he said.

  As if she could move.

  He left the bedroom, and when he returned, he was naked. She blinked. What a delicious-looking man.

  His cock jutted out demandingly. He had already sheathed himself in a condom. Even though she’d just come, she was wet and ready again.

  But when he held out his hand, her body froze.

  He held her collar. “Maybe you could move to San Francisco,” he said. “But if you’re unwilling to do that, we’ll work something out. I’ll spend time here; you can spend time there. But I know one thing, woman, I want you in my bed, my life, my collar.”

  This was all she’d hoped for, more than she dared to dream. She wasn’t sure how they’d work it out, but she knew she was committed to try. “Yes, Sir.”

  “We’ll do a formal ceremony later. I want others to see you in perfect submission.”

  She nodded.

  “For now, lift your hair.”

  She did.

  Their gazes locked as he knelt over her and fastened the choker in place. The metal momentarily felt cool against her skin, but it warmed quickly.

  “I love you, little sub.”

  “I’ve been in love with you since you first spanked me, Sir.”

  His eyes blazed, the steel becoming molten. “I’m taking you missionary style, pinning you down, making you submit.”

  “That’s what I want.”

  “Guide my cock inside you.”

  A good sub would do exactly that. This time, at least, she was happy to be a good sub.

  He moved over her. She curled her hand around his significant girth and stroked his length several times. His penis became even more engorged. She wanted him inside her.

  After moving her hand, she arched her back toward him, welcoming his possession. “Please fuck me forever, Master.”

  He supported his weight with one arm. He feathered back her bangs with the other. “I thought you’d never ask.”

  ~ * ~

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  Part of the anthology Doms of Dark Haven 2: Western Night

  with Belinda McBride and Cherise Sinclair

  Sierra Cartwright

  Born in Northern England and raised in the Wild West, Sierra Cartwright pens book that are as wild and untamed as the Rockies she calls home.

  She's an award-winning, multi-published writer who wrote her first book at age nine and hasn't stopped since. Sierra invites you to share the complex journey of love and desire, of surrender, submission, and commitment.

  Her own journey has taught her that trusting takes guts and courage, and her work is a celebration for everyone who is willing to take that risk.

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  Hunting Holly

  Belinda McBride

  Chapter One

  “Hey guys, hold up a minute!”

  Daniel “Tex” Texiera hobbled along the grubby sidewalk, stomping his foot into the snug-fitting cowboy boot on his left foot. Damn wolves were always so impatient! He yanked his jeans down over the top of his fancy snakeskin boot, settled his Stetson onto his head, and scooped up his leather bag. He trotted down the street, catching up in just moments. He moved up next to Hunter and grinned as the other man veered away.

  “We could probably have parked closer.”

  “And you could have stayed in the shoes you were wearing when we came down.”

  Ethan looked back at him, a grin warming his friendly face. He and Kurt exchanged glances and swerved together, their hands brushing.

  “Look, you said it was a theme night. Don’t know how you expect to get in when you’re dressed like that.” Ethan wore a dark green T-shirt and black jeans. His green, catlike eyes glowed against the dark skin of his face. Kurt wore a black silk shirt and black trousers. His pale blond hair looked almost silver against the unrelieved darkness of his clothing.

  Tex shook his head in mock disgust. “At least Hunter made an effort.”

  The man next to him wore black jeans and cowboy boots, with a leather vest over his black shirt. Hunter always wore black. Tex wondered if it was a reflection of his mood or simply a lack of imagination. But then, black looked good on him.

  “We aren’t going to Dark Haven to play, Tex. Xavier called Chase and said there’s someone of interest at the club.”

  “Holly?” His heart jumped, but then he stifled the surge of excitement and firmly put it down. Dark Haven wasn’t the sort of place they’d find Holly in. Not with her history. They’d simply told him to get ready for a visit to Dark Haven. Now he felt a bit silly carrying his toy kit with him, but at least he’d blend in.

  “He didn’t say.” Ethan shrugged one shoulder and kept walking.

  Tex caught the scent of anxiety drifting from Hunter. The man had taken it hard when Holly had vanished. Funny thing was, Tex didn’t remember Hunter ever so much as exchanging a word with the girl, even though they’d grown up together. Of course, speaking with Holly was a one-sided proposition at best.

  She’d been Tex’s favorite, though he’d never seen what she looked like as a human. He knew Holly as the leggy black she-wolf with soulful blue eyes. Their conversations had been one-sided, but Tex had always felt that she understood him. In a way, he’d felt like he understood her as well. She’d watch the pack members move through their days from the shelter of the porch. She’d watched Hunter in particular, her thoughts a complete and
total mystery.

  Inwardly Tex sighed. So they were here on business. But still, it was a diversion, and Lord only knew he needed one. He was reaching the point where worry shifted to despair as far as Holly was concerned. She was most likely not coming back, and it was time to accept that. A play night at Dark Haven would be a step in the right direction.

  They walked on in silence. Early evening had settled over San Francisco, and he scented a vampire on the misty air. Technically the city was part of Harte and Eva’s Napa pack, but slowly they’d been blending their territory with Chase Montenegro’s lands, and their people had started to overlap as well. The vampires were tolerated as long as they behaved.

  “I smell vamp.” Hunter’s voice was low. He always sounded a bit hoarse, as if he rarely used his voice. “More than one. Most likely a mile or so from here.”

  The group slowed and then stopped. Kurt gazed around, looking into the faces of other pedestrians. His fair skin looked unusually pale. Ethan reached out and touched his hand reassuringly.

  “You don’t have to go inside.”

  Kurt was an empath, and the heightened emotions in the club would be painful for him to bear.

  Tex shivered. He looked over at Hunter; the quiet wolf faced north, a look of intense concentration on his face. He wasn’t as tall as the other shifters, and his face bore the mark of many ethnicities. His dark eyes were upswept and almond shaped, but his smooth skin was brown. Blue-black hair waved back from his handsome face. His lips were full and sensual; high cheekbones gave him an aloof expression. He looked heartless, but Tex knew otherwise. A man didn’t kick and punch holes in walls if he had no heart or emotion.

  At least he patched them up himself once Tex showed him how to use plaster and drywall. They were gonna have to talk about other means of self-expression soon.

  “They’re moving away.”

  Kurt nodded and led them forward. Within minutes they arrived at a simple door in a stark building. The sign over the door read DARK HAVEN.

  A pair of young women entered the building; both were dressed as saloon girls. Tex held the door for them, winking at their speculative smiles. He glanced back at his small group. Kurt was breathing deeply, preparing himself. He paused and then nodded, following Ethan through the door. Hunter said nothing as he passed Tex, but the unmistakable scent of heightened arousal wafted to Tex’s nostrils.