The Ranger's Rules

by Lily Harlem

  Casey Summers. He mulled the word over in his head. Casey Dawson would be much better for future awards. And he was sure there’d be more. She was going from strength to strength, her images captivating and inspiring. It seemed that living in the environment she studied was allowing her to move on to new breathtaking levels of ingenuity in her photography.

  But wildlife and photography wasn’t on either of their minds this weekend. They were in Pretoria with a trip planned to Rhett’s favorite club, and right now he was in his element.

  They’d been clothes shopping, and she wore new thigh-length high-heeled black boots, a short black leather skirt, and a satin corset in the deepest scarlet. Her breasts were bare and her hair pinned in an elaborate up-do. As always she wore the leather collar he’d placed around her neck not long after they’d met.

  “You look beautiful,” he said, walking up behind her and setting a kiss on her neck.

  She reached over her shoulder and touched his cheek. “Thank you. But I’m glad I brought that extra shirt to slip on. I’m not ready to expose myself to everyone at a BDSM club just yet.”

  “There will be plenty of naked bodies there, but that’s no reason for you or me to be.” He studied her face. With bright red lipstick on she looked different—vampish and sexy. It was taking every ounce of his control not to order her to her knees, right now, to suck him off. He wanted to see those lips around his shaft so badly, and his cock twitched at the thought.

  But he’d have to wait. If they didn’t get going soon the club might have peaked and they’d have missed the best buzz.

  He reached into his pocket and withdrew two small clamps with diamanté detail. “Turn around.”

  She did as he’d asked.

  “I want you to wear these.”

  “Yes, Sir.” She bit on her bottom lip and studied them.

  Casey had a love/hate relationship with the clamps, but she’d never refused them or safe-worded.

  He smiled and cupped her right breast. Stooping, he tugged her nipple into his mouth and flicked it with his tongue. It hardened quickly and became a taut point for him to suck. When happy it was erect, he stood and applied the clamp.

  “Ah, fuck,” she muttered, tensing and gripping his arm.

  “Good girl,” he said, watching her closely as she squeezed her eyes shut and took a deep breath. “You know it will be worth it.”

  “Yes.” She took hold of her left breast and rubbed her thumb over the nipple. “It will be.”

  He smiled. Later, when he had her at the club, all riled up and begging for it, he’d remove them and she’d be giddy with the sensation.

  Bending, he took her left nipple into his mouth and worked it to a stiff point. He then repeated the action with the second clamp and attached it over the nipple.

  She gritted her teeth and stared into his eyes as she sucked in a breath.

  “So pretty,” he said, cupping her jaw. “And all dressed up with somewhere to go.”

  She nodded, clearly still breathing through the discomfort.

  “Every other man in the place will want you,” he said. “Be prepared for that.”

  “Well, I don’t know—”

  He pressed his fingertip over her lips. “Trust me, they will.” He smiled. Any experienced dom would see straightaway that Casey was a newbie on the scene. They’d be fighting to give her ‘first’ experiences, assert their will, bring her pleasure. But it was tough shit. Rhett wasn’t the sharing kind. Never had been and never would be. Looking was okay, but he wouldn’t allow touching.

  “I’ll get my shirt,” she said, stepping away. She pulled the short-sleeved item of clothing on, but instead of fastening all the buttons, she tied it in a knot beneath her now covered breasts.

  Somehow she looked even sexier. The clamps were just visible through the material and the silk hugged the lower section of her breasts prettily.

  “Right, let’s go. Get your shawl.”

  “Okay.” She let her gaze drift down his body. “You look nice.”

  “Thanks.” He brushed his hand over his black shirt, then checked the buckle on his belt. He was dressed entirely in black, and the smart new pants and polished shoes felt strange after wearing his ranger’s outfit for so many months.

  He swept a quick kiss over her lips then took hold of her hand. He always marveled at how small and delicate it felt in his. “We’ll get a cab. The sooner we get there the better.”

  “Surely it’s open into the early hours.”

  “Yes, but late evening is always a good time to arrive.” He grinned. “Besides, the sooner we get there, the sooner I can fuck you.”

  She smiled and raised her eyebrows. “Ah, I see.”

  “And it’s going to blow your mind, baby.” At least he hoped it would. Not just the sex, but everything he had planned.

  * * *

  Half an hour later, Rhett stood at the bar with Casey. He’d ordered them sparkling water; the club was busy and hot. He didn’t want her getting a headache.

  “Hey, Rhett. Haven’t seen you here for a while.”

  Rhett turned at the sound of his name, though kept his arm possessively around Casey’s waist. He had no intention of letting her out of his reach, let alone his sight.

  A tall man with white-blond hair stood before him. He was bare-chested and wore tight red leather trousers. His eyes were piercing blue.

  “Bryce, good to see you.” Rhett held out his hand. He and Bryce had been friends since he’d started coming to Heart’s Desire all those years ago.

  “Thought you’d fallen off the planet,” Bryce said, his gaze slipping from Rhett to Casey.

  “Just been out at the lodge, working.”

  “Not just working, I see.” Bryce nodded at Casey. “It seems you have yourself a very beautiful new sub.”

  “This is Casey,” Rhett said, studying the sparkle in Bryce’s eyes. It was clear he liked what he saw. Which was fine, so long as he stuck to the rules. In fact it was more than fine. It gave Rhett a thrill to know he had a woman the other men would want but never have.

  “It’s a pleasure to meet you,” Bryce said.

  “And you.” Casey held out her hand.

  But instead of shaking it, Bryce brought it to his lips and pressed a kiss over her knuckles.

  Rhett watched the interaction. Bryce might ooze charm but he was a sadistic bastard when he was with a sub who could take pain. He also shared his woman around happily, enjoying seeing her with two or more men at a time.

  Bryce’s attention slipped to Rhett. “You’ll have to keep a close eye on her. Fresh meat always creates a stir around here.”

  Rhett pulled Casey a little closer, forcing Bryce to drop her hand. “Casey is getting a feel for the place tonight.”

  “Ah, yes, I forgot how possessive you are, Rhett.” Bryce nodded at Casey. “Your dom can be super selfish, you know, not letting others play.”

  “That’s his prerogative,” Casey said, with a sweet smile.

  “True.” Bryce inclined his head. “It’s just a tragic missed opportunity. I could show you a thing or two that would have you forgetting your own name and marks that would last a week.”

  Casey glanced at Rhett. He saw a shard of uncertainty in her eyes.

  “If you’d excuse us, Bryce, we’re going to go through to the main room now.”

  “Of course. Have fun… and Casey, if ever you fancy a whipping with your orgasms, you’ll find me here most Saturday nights.”

  Rhett clenched his jaw. He’d forgotten how annoying Bryce could be when he wanted something. “Come on,” he said into Casey’s ear. “Time to see what’s going on at this party.”

  She pressed close to him as they moved through the dimly lit bar. He could tell she was a little uncertain and was proud of her for stepping out of her comfort zone.

  People sat around in various sexy outfits, some revealing more flesh than others. To the right of the arched doorway was a large mattress covered in pillows.

  R
hett paused next to it. “What do you think?” he whispered into Casey’s ear.

  Four naked people were writhing on it, their bodies intertwined and their limbs wrapped around one another. Their moans and gasps and the tempo of their movements made it clear there was penetration going on as well as oral stimulation.

  “They’re all having sex, just there,” Casey whispered. “Should we be watching?”

  “Yes, it turns them on to be watched, all part of the fun.”

  “Certainly looks as if they’re having fun.”

  “I agree. Not my thing though. I like to be able to concentrate on just one person… you.”

  “Can I ask you something?”

  “Of course.”

  “Who did you hook up with, here, after Renee?”

  “Some doms are more than happy to sit back and watch their subs with other men. Bryce is one of them.”

  “So you and his…”

  “Yes, a few times. It was just a scene though, that ended in sex.” He kissed her temple, willing her to understand that she was special. “With you it’s so much more, you know that.”

  “Yes. I do.” She seemed to relax a little and gave a small sigh.

  “We’ll go through to the theater now,” he said.

  “Theater?”

  “There’ll be an act on. Anything you don’t understand just ask.”

  “Okay.”

  He cupped her jaw and kissed her. “Don’t be nervous, this is all good.”

  “I’m not nervous… just intrigued.”

  “That’s how I want you to feel.” He pulled back a dark blue curtain and they stepped through it.

  The atmosphere changed from the noisy, social bar to one of heightened tension, sexual electricity, and extreme concentration. There were three booths, the walls painted black, the floors white. Two were occupied.

  “Over here,” Rhett whispered, steering Casey to a good vantage point. “We’ll watch this one.” He maneuvered Casey so her back was to his chest, then pulled her in close with his arms around her waist.

  The female in the booth was suspended by rope that hung from the ceiling and wrapped around her wrists. She had her back to them, legs in a spreader, and a shiny jeweled butt plug was evident.

  Her dom was trailing a flogger over her bare flesh. The red marks on her ass cheeks were evidence it had already been used, a lot.

  “What do you think?” Rhett asked quietly into Casey’s ear. He was desperate to gauge her reaction to the scene.

  “Do you want to do that to me?” Casey asked.

  “Would you like me to?”

  She was silent, then, “You’re the only person I could imagine letting do that to me.” She turned to look up at him. “But not here, not with all these people watching.”

  “Okay. I understand.” And he did. Casey was new, so she’d want to have all these experiences in private… to start with at least. Rhett silently hoped one day she’d explore the exhibitionism with him. There was something deeply satisfying about doing a scene before an audience.

  The flogger came down on the woman’s ass. She jerked as much as she could. The flogger landed again.

  Casey jumped a little within his arms.

  The dom continued to drag the flogger over his sub’s skin; her shoulders, back, buttocks, and thighs. He gave a few more strikes then rotated the butt plug.

  She moaned and a trickle of moisture slid down her leg.

  Rhett’s cock hardened. Although he’d introduced Casey to the flogger in the last few months, he still hadn’t breached her ass.

  But that was all about to change.

  He’d decided this was to be the night she lost her anal virginity. Right here, at the club. He needed to have new memories of the place.

  “Let’s go find a private room,” he said against her ear. “I need you… now.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  They walked past a woman who had a man on a lead, and two men who were watching the show as they worked each other’s cocks.

  Rhett barely noticed them. He was eyeing up the row of doors that led to the private rooms, hoping to hell there was a free one. Otherwise Casey might just have to get used to exhibitionism sooner than planned.

  Luckily the end door was open, signaling the room was available.

  With his arm around Casey’s waist, the soft material of her corset sliding against his skin, he almost carried her toward it.

  She giggled as he shut it harder than expected. “Rhett.”

  “Fuck, it’s been a long time since I was this hard,” he said, dimming the light a little. “This place gets me so horny, and having you here too.”

  She knotted her fingers in front of herself and nibbled the inside of her cheek.

  Rhett pulled in a deep breath. Her giggle had been partly caused by nerves. He had to take it easy, stay in control.

  But first…

  He walked up to her and put his hands on her shoulders. “Kneel down.”

  She stared into his eyes for a moment, then did as he’d asked.

  One day he’d have her looking at the floor in moments like this, being much more submissive, but she wasn’t ready for that yet. Casey was a work in progress and he was enjoying every moment of his task.

  He looked down at her. “Undo my belt.”

  She set to work. Her hand brushed up against his cock, which was straining against his pants.

  He held in a groan. “Remove the belt.”

  Again she did as instructed. When it was free he took it from her and gripped the buckle. He then wound it twice around his fist and let the end drape on the floor next to her. He wouldn’t use it for a while but she didn’t need to know that. “Take out my cock.”

  He tensed his abdominals and locked his knees. Seeing Casey’s hand on his dick was always something he needed to brace for. She was so damn sexy and so damn good at getting him to the edge.

  She released his zipper then pushed his trousers down his legs until they sat at his thighs. She then pulled out the waistband of his boxers and eased them over his erection.

  His cock sprang forward, level with her face. His balls ached and the temptation to rush was almost overwhelming.

  But he didn’t. He cupped her jaw and looked into her eyes. “Suck me.”

  A small smile traced her red lips, then she licked the tip of his cock.

  He held in a groan. “More.”

  She gave it, cupping his balls and stretching her mouth wide around the head of his dick.

  “Casey, suck me, now. All the way.”

  She took him a little deeper. Teasing him. Damn it, she’d pay for that.

  He tipped his hips forward, gaining entry.

  Her mouth slackened and her tongue hugged his shaft. This time she took him in deep, to the back of her throat.

  Rhett raised his head to the ceiling and balled his fists. So wet and hot and the way she tugged the skin on his glans, with cute little swallowing movements, was deliciously erotic.

  She slid up, using her hand too, then sank back down.

  “Ah, yeah, baby…” He stared at the wall in front of him. It was laden with floggers, paddles, and whips of various sizes. There was also a white cabinet that he knew held vibrators, lube, condoms, and bondage ties.

  She sucked him, dragging her nails over the delicate skin on his scrotum.

  His knees almost went and his spine slackened. “Ah, fuck.” He pulled out, reached down and scooped his hands beneath her underarms. “Stand.”

  She had no choice as he pulled her upright. Her lipstick was smudged and a wicked glint danced in her eyes.

  “You’re a bad girl.” He cupped the side of her head and her neck relaxed as she leaned into his touch.

  “Why?”

  “Because you nearly made me come, and I want to come inside you.”

  “Sorry, Sir.”

  She didn’t look sorry in the least and he tightened his hand around the belt buckle.

  “Lean over the bench, with your
ass ready for me.” He indicated the black leather bench in the center of the room and flicked the belt.

  “Yes, Sir.” She glanced at the long strip of leather.

  “But take your shirt and skirt off first.”

  As she removed her clothing as instructed, Rhett tucked his hard cock back inside his boxers. But he removed his trousers, shoes, and socks and placed them on a chair, next to the bench. The room was warm and soon he’d want flesh on flesh, plus he’d need something from his trouser pocket soon.

  The clamps were still in position, but it was time to remove them. “Here,” he said, stilling her movements. “Let me.” He pinched the tiny handle on the right one and released it.

  “Ah.” She gasped and her eyes fluttered shut. “Oh, God.”

  “Is it good?” Quickly he delved between her legs and rubbed her clit. “Can you feel it here?”

  “Yes… oh, yes…” She bucked against him.

  “Take the other one off,” he said, not wanting to move his fingertips from the sweet, sensitive bud he was stimulating.

  She hesitated for a second, then did as he’d asked. The second clamp came off and again she caught her breath.

  “That’s it, bring it all here, pain and pleasure, all down here in your clit.” He swept his mouth over hers, enjoying her panting breaths against his lips.

  “Oh, Rhett… I…” She wobbled and he steadied her.

  “Time to get over that bench,” he said. “Legs wide.”

  She nodded and took the three steps toward it.

  “Wait,” he said. “You see this bit here?” He indicated a firm padded area raised at the very end. “This is for your clit to rub on, make sure it’s pressing against it.”

  She nodded. “I will.”

  He looked at her sexy body as she got into position. The corset had cinched in her waist and her legs were elongated in the boots. And her ass… phew, that was all for him. She was everything he’d ever dreamed of in a woman.

  The bench had straps and buckles attached to the legs and he quickly fastened them around her spread thighs. He did them a little tight, so he could see her flesh dipping in, just a little. He liked that.

  Her arms he decided to leave free. The last thing he wanted to do was scare her on her first trip to the club.