Bound For Love

Chapter 6

This is a big mistake.

Dylan stood at the big window in the living room, naked except for soft leather pants, watching Gina Raddison's car make its way up the driveway to the house. A little voice in his head kept telling him he was making a big mistake. He had just spent the night with her ten days ago, and this was too soon. He had rules, and one of them was never invited one of his subs out to play more than once a month. He didn't want them to start singing the relationship song. No way was he ready for anything like that. He loved his independence too much.

He was confident in his abilities as a Dom, in the respect he gave his subs, in the intensity of play he brought to their lives. He just didn't want to share more than that with them. He'd seen it destroy too many marriages and relationships, and he didn't need the garbage that left behind in its wake.

He and Gina had an agreement of long standing, but he worried that this evening might give her ideas. The first three subs he'd tried all had prior obligations, so he'd bitten the bullet and called her anyway. He desperately needed an outlet for all this s****l energy coiled inside him before he did something really stupid.

Like ask Jenna Clary out on a date.

Or into his bedroom with all its toys and implements.

Yeah, that would be wonderful. If she even accepted, she'd take one look and run from him and La Riata and everything else around here. Although the day he interviewed her there had been something electric between them, something made him think she was into b**m as much as he was. Of course, there was no way he could act on it to find out, not while she worked for him. And, right now, he needed a manager more than a play partner, a sub for the evening.

And a damn fine manager she'd turned out to be. By the time Toni had left to go back to her regular job, Jenna was settled in the apartment on the second floor of the main building. He kept asking her if she was comfortable up there, if she'd gotten herself settled, hoping she'd invite him up to take a look. He wanted to see how she'd personalized the place, what her nest would look like, but she either didn't take the hint or deliberately avoided it.

She had, however, gotten the message about those ridiculous shoes and the tight skirt. She'd exchanged them for jeans and a pair of boots that made her look as if she'd been part of the place forever. She was professional, pleasant, and efficient, and the La Riata Dude Ranch had never run so smoothly. Rob, the ass, had taken full credit since it was his sister who made the recommend.

Dylan's biggest problem was watching the way those jeans clung to her ass and molded to her legs, giving him the hard-on from hell. His hands itched to strip them down her legs, bend her over the counter, and paddle that ass until it bloomed a bright red. Then he'd slide his fingers between the lips of her p***y, testing her wetness. Would she be soaked, turned on by the idea of the spanking as much as the pleasure from the pain itself? Would she beg him to f**k her, maybe show her his ropes and -

Jesus, Dylan, Get your s**t together. She's completely off limits.

The front door opened, and he pulled himself together as Gina walked in. She was here, and he was determined to make this an enjoyable evening for her.

"I didn't expect to hear from you again so soon," she told him. "I know you have your rules about when and how often. And no strings," she added.

"Sometimes I make an exception, but not too often."

She gave him a smile, her full lips carefully rouged in a slick red. "I'm glad you did tonight. I've been thinking about this ever since you called yesterday."

When she looked directly at him, he could see full-out lust smoldering in her eyes. Hunger. Thirst. He'd learned early on that Gina was a completely sensual woman with a wild appetite and a craving for as much as he could give her. That was just what he needed tonight.

Without waiting for him to say anything else, she headed down the hall to what Dylan called his playroom. It wasn't the master bedroom. He'd taken one of the other rooms and outfitted it as his personal dungeon, stocking it with all the toys he liked to use and a few additions like a spanking bench and a St. Andrew's cross. It meant he could keep the long trek into the private club he belonged to in San Antonio to a minimum. Besides, his Dom personality enjoyed making his subs come to him.

He didn't need to lock the door to the room. There was no one here but him. He'd deliberately built his house on the farthest end of the ranch property so he could have this exact kind of privacy. He watched as she set her tote down on a small chair, turned to face him, and unbelted and unbuttoned the shiny red coat she wore,. His breathing hitched slightly as he waited to see exactly what she wore - or didn't wear - underneath it. He always told his subs to come prepared for play. Sometimes they wore the scantiest lingerie ever made, and sometimes they wore nothing at all.

Gina ran her tongue over her slick red lower lip as she undid the last button and eased the coat open. Naked! Completely naked, except for the n****e rings he'd given her and - was that the clit ring he saw peeping out from her waxed p***y lips? Holy s**t. She slipped the coat from her body, hung it on a hook on the wall and stood there naked except for her high-heeled f**k-me shoes. Shoes like Jenna wore that very first day. Were they her f**k-me shoes? Was that why she'd worn them? And who in hell was she f*****g, or sending signals to?

None of my business.

With a deliberate effort he pushed that train of thought from his mind and let his gaze roam over the woman in front of him. Smoky eye shadow highlighted her hazel eyes and thick lashes, and her raven black hair swirled around her shoulders as she tossed her head. She was indeed a very sexy package standing there in front of him. Lowering her gaze, she widened her stance and clasped her hands behind her back in the typical submissive pose.

Dylan discovered that he enjoyed music during his play sessions and had installed a small system in this room. He took a moment to fiddle with it until the music he'd set up began to filter softly into the room. Then he strode over to where Gina waited for him. He had to know if she was wearing that shiny ring in her clit tonight.

"Widen your stance and spread your cunt lips open for me," he demanded.

Without looking up at him, she did as he asked, pulling aside the naked pink lips until the circle of gold winked in the subdued lighting. Dylan reached down and tugged on it gently, drawing a soft gasp from her lips, so he did it again. Then he traced one finger the length of her slit, smiling when it came away shiny and wet. It always pleased him that Gina was so ready for him when she arrived.

"Excellent," he murmured. "Turn around, bend over, and grab your ankles, girl."

She obeyed instantly. Dylan eased his fingers into her cunt from the rear, sliding them through her slickness at the same time pinching her ass lightly, one cheek then the other. With each tweak her inner walls clamped down on his fingers. As ready as she was, he would delight in making her hold off as long as possible.