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  With her hand in his, he pulled her around to the front of the house—a ranch house that exceeded any of Daphne’s preconceived notions of how well off he might be. It spread out across the land, forming a rather stately manor. It made the two-bedroom cottage she’d inherited from her mother look shabby and quaint. This house rose from the ground and meshed with its surrounding in a way that left her jaw slack and her eyes round.

  “You live here alone?” She began her appraisal from the right side of the house and swung her head all the way along the length.

  He chuckled. “Yes.”

  “You’re not just an ordinary cowboy, are you?” She followed him up the steps and through the front door.

  He shut the door behind them. “Nothing about me is ordinary.”

  He’s right about that.

  Inside, the decor revealed a whole other side to the bronc buster. Intricate dark wood furnishings lined the elaborate entryway. Black, shiny tile gave off a grand entrance to high ceilings and a very masculine house.

  Daphne wandered past him into a living room. Cast in shadows, two floor lamps on dim emitted enough light to take in the leather couch and chairs. Saddles, antlers, and a barbed wire sculpture of a horse head filled the corners. Yep, a man’s castle if she ever saw one.

  His fingers slipped inside her hand and he pulled her forward. “Come.” He led her to the corner of the couch. “Sit.” He deposited her on the sofa and strolled over to a mini bar in the corner of the room.

  Behind the counter, he raised his gaze. “Relax, sweetheart.”

  “I’m not nervous.” She lifted her chin.

  Will poured a drink she didn’t recognize over ice, carried it to the couch and sat down. “Here you go.”

  “What is it?” She held the glass under her nose and sniffed. A mew leaked out and she giggled. She sipped, afraid whatever alcohol he served would hit the back of her throat and burn. She might serve beer for a living, but she’d never developed a taste for the bitter stuff.

  “Oh God, it tastes of caramel!” She raised the glass again and swallowed a bigger amount. “That sends tingles right through my body.”

  He nodded. A pleased smile curved his lips. “Much better than beer, huh?”

  “Oh God, yes.” She drank from her glass. “This is…this is simply wonderful.”

  He leaned forward, his lips so close to her mouth. “You are simply wonderful.”

  Her tongue wet her bottom lip. Positive he’d kiss her, she moved the glass and arched her neck. The drink swirled inside her tummy and created a ball of fire. It’d take one kiss from him to blow the fire into a million little pieces and send her jumping onto his lap.

  Her eyelids lowered and she gazed at the way his full lips opened. Moist and tempting, the heat inside her pussy grew hotter and dampened her panties. A moan bubbled forth. His breath smelled sweet from the drink and fascination pushed her forward.

  One little move and she’d capture his mouth and drink from the very lips that teased her dreams. She sized up the space between them, closed her eyes, and threw inhibitions to the wind.

  Instead of coming into contact with his lips, she met thin air. She opened her eyes. He slouched back on the couch; his drink hovered in front of a smile that seconds ago tempted and teased.

  “Not yet, sweetheart. We have a few things to talk about first.” He raised his glass and downed the rest of his drink.

  Chapter Five

  The alcohol slowed her reaction, but the second it dawned on her that he’d known exactly how she reacted to the closeness of his body and denied her the pleasure of one of his kisses, she moved to stand up.

  A gentle tug on her arm pulled her back to the couch. “Sit.”

  She shot him a glare and turned away. Her hand wrapped around the glass of alcohol in a death grip. Her mind might have wrapped around the truth, but her nipples still pressed painfully erect against her blouse, asking for more.

  “Please, relax and we’ll talk.” His hand pushed the hair back from her face. His thumb lingered on her cheek. “I’ve studied you.”

  Her gaze swung around to stare. “You’ve what?”

  “I’ve watched you. I know what you need in a man.” He lifted the half-full tumbler out of her hand, stood up and crossed the room. “I think you’ll find that we both want what the other person can give.”

  “I…I don’t know what you mean.” She cleared her throat. “Look, I understand how I’m probably not the typical kind of woman you’d go out with.” She stood up. “I work at a rundown bar in the middle of nowhere. I live in a two-bedroom rundown house left to me by my mom, but there’s no reason to laugh at me, to—”

  “Not laughing, sweetheart.” He crossed the room, handed her glass back to her, filled to within a half of an inch of the rim. “Sit. Please.”

  “I think it’d be best if you take me back to town.” She puckered her lips to the side, moved over to the couch, sat and held the glass in her lap with both hands.

  Will trailed his finger along the back of her hand. She shivered, not from a chill, but the way the simplest attention from him awakened her nerve endings.

  “I’ll come right out and tell you what I’m looking for.” His finger circled her wrist. “Afterward, if you feel confident in your answer and want me to take you back, I will.” He raised his hand. The back of his finger brushed the hard nub of her breast. “From your reaction to me, I’d say you’d make the perfect sub.”

  She fought to keep her eyelids open. Jolts of pleasure from his touch traveled from her nipple to her womb. What did he say? A sub?

  “Do you understand what I’m asking of you, sweetheart?” He leaned back.

  She inhaled and shook her head. “A sub?”

  “A submissive. A woman who will do anything I request.” He removed the tumbler from her hands and set it on the floor beside him. “A woman who’ll please me by following every order I give her, and in return I will make her the happiest woman possible.”

  She stood up. Her arms wrapped around her waist. Of course, she’d heard of the dominant and submissive lifestyle he suggested. She’d even searched it out on the Internet and understood the basic rules. Both fascinated and repulsed, she’d shoved it to the back of her mind because she lived in small-town America where those kinds of things didn’t happen, or so she thought.

  One of the main reasons she’d never became involved with the men around here was because they didn’t seem dominant enough. Momma’s boys were apparently the only type of guy she attracted. She’d held her heart back for a man who knew how to act like one and treat her like a cherished woman. But, a submissive, for real?

  “What are you thinking?” Will rolled his glass in his hand and rattled the ice. “Do you understand what I’m asking of you?” He swallowed another mouthful from the glass. “I see the way your body reacts to the way I order you around and keep you at arm’s length. You want me because I force my way past the barriers you’ve erected. I also make your pussy wet with my attention, don’t I?”

  She snorted. “You’re teasing me, how is that fair?”

  “No, not teasing. Preparing you for what’s to come.” He stood up and approached her. “You enjoy having me control you. Bringing you close to having an orgasm without touching you, but holding you back until the only thing you can think about is what my cock would feel like shoved up your pussy, pounding into you.”

  She stood, frozen with desire. Her feet rooted to the floor. Will ambled around her, behind her, and the hair on the back of her head moved. Chills crept up the back of her neck. He read her mind and it scared the living batshit out of her.

  “Do you like knowing I can turn your body on like a light switch?” His lips touched the side of her neck. “Do you want all of my attention, every hour of every day?” He swiped his tongue on the sensitive skin below her ear. “Do you want me to spank you when that temper of yours rears its ugly head?”

  She shook her head. “No.”

  “No to what, sweetheart?” He leaned against her back.

  His hard cock pressed into the groove of her bottom and she squeezed her eyes shut. Wasn’t this what she’d wanted and held back for? A man so powerful, strong and dominating that he’d spend all his time focused on her and he’d never leave?

  “No spankings.” She leaned back against him.

  “Not right away, but I think you’d grow to love them.” He wrapped his arms around her waist. “There are many ways to please you. Your body is screaming yes, sweetheart. Give me what I want. Say yes.”

  “I’m scared.” In fact, her body shook within his arms. She wanted to agree. All the thoughts and feelings overwhelmed her and she felt she might drown. “I don’t want you to hurt me.”

  She gasped and attempted to catch the sob that escaped. “Oh God, what am I doing?”

  Will lifted one hand, pulled her head back against his chest and stroked the hair off her forehead. “I would never hurt you. You’ll have a safe word. A word that you wouldn’t typically use, and all you have to do is say it and I stop. We only go where you allow me to take you.” His hands continued to stroke. “I’d take you to places you’ve never been, show you feelings you didn’t think were possible.”

  “Wh…what is my safe word?” Her legs trembled and without Will’s arms around her, she’d crumble to a heap on the floor.

  “Anything you want it to be, but choose something you’ll remember in the heat of the moment.” Will’s hand circled her stomach. “I’ll be bringing out the wild side of you, so don’t pick something you’d typically use while screaming out in pleasure.”

  “Charro.” She moaned. “My word is Charro.”

  He chuckled. “The boot brand?”

  “Yes.” She quivered. “I…like boots.”

/>   “I’ll have to remember that.” He turned her around to face him. “I, too, love boots on you.”

  His voice—low, deep, gravelly—washed over her and she arched against him, her head tilted up. Will turned her into a compliant ball of dough he could mold into any shape he desired.

  “Sweetheart, I need you to agree to be my submissive. You need to say yes if you want me to be your Dom.” He cupped the back of her head. His hand entwined in the hair at the back of her neck and forced her not to break eye contact. “Yes or no?”

  “Can I ask you a question first?” Her hands gripped the front of his flannel shirt.

  He nodded.

  “Have you done this before with other women…subs?” She held her breath.

  “No, not in a serious relationship. I’ve played the scenes, visited the clubs, took what I wanted and left alone.” His eyes narrowed in that special way he showed his enjoyment over something she’d done. “I also don’t follow the rules set up in the typical dominant and submissive roles. I’m tired of playing the games and I’m ready to make a commitment to someone who I feel fits in with everything I want in life.”

  “I…oh God, this is so hard.” She tried to lower her face from his view, but with his hand in her hair, he didn’t allow her to hide her feelings from him.

  “Finish what you were going to say. You may say anything around me, and trust me to tell you everything I feel.” He kissed her forehead. “It’s my job to build trust in our relationship. You should never be afraid to tell me what you’re thinking.”

  “I’ve always wanted someone who’s so wrapped up in making me happy, he’d never leave me.” She sniffed. “I’m not scared of being alone. I’m scared of being left.” Tears ran out the corner of her eyes and she squeezed them shut. “I can’t start something if you plan to leave me.”

  “Shh…it’s alright. Say, ‘Yes, Master,’ and I’ll never leave you.” He kissed her cheeks. “Never.”

  “Yes, Master.”

  Chapter Six

  Will sucked in his breath. There was the vulnerability he was hoping he’d find. That deep desire hidden inside her and making her want to commit to him, and in return, making him believe he could fall in love.

  Any doubt Daphne would say no left his body and his cock pulsed with wanting her so bad it hurt. He’d tested and pushed her, and in the end, she came through for him. Her desire for the level of commitment he craved, and needed to feel complete, urged him to on.

  Her tough attitude hid a woman who’d give one-hundred percent to her man when she found the right one. That kind of woman would never neglect him or leave, once she made up her mind. In a throw-away world where marriages came and went with a flick of the pen, he believed Daphne’s stubbornness and high ideals made her different.

  It took guts to crawl from the life handed down to you and hold out for something better. He knew that personally. Daphne might not be shooting for the jackpot at the end of her climb to the top, but she certainly had the balls to fight for her happiness.

  “Take off all your clothes and hand them to me, one garment at a time.” He stepped two feet back, breaking any contact with her body. She bit down on her lower lip, but her eyes glazed over. “Don’t hesitate, Daphne. Be a good girl and follow my orders.”

  Daphne slowly unbuttoned her sleeveless blouse.

  “Don’t look down. Keep your face up, your eyes on me. Always keep your gaze on me.” Will moved over to the couch, sat down and locked his sight on Daphne. “Good girl, that’s it, turn all the way around and come stand in front of me.”

  She followed his orders and continued unbuttoning her shirt. The last button undone, she wiggled her shoulders and slipped out of her top. Will held out his hand and she leaned over to give it to him without leaving her spot on the floor.

  He bunched the cloth and held it up under his nose, inhaled and smiled. “I can smell you on the material.” He folded the shirt and set it beside him on the couch. “Continue.”

  Daphne reached behind and unclipped her bra. Her breasts strained at the skimpy fabric, and his cock grew at the sight of flesh that would more than fill his big hands. He held out his hand, took the bra and again, inhaled the sweet scent. He wanted to strip off his pants and rub the intimate garment over his cock, but he would wait. Now wasn’t the time.

  Part of his need for control was choosing to have dominion over his own pleasure. It turned him on to deny his body while giving someone else pleasure. A sign of weakness left him hollow inside, and he didn’t wish to revisit that feeling.

  He’d had enough of letting others control his life, and he’d worked damned hard at leaving it all behind. Every eight-second bull ride and broken bone he’d suffered while gaining control over his life was paid in full. No one, not even his stepfather, could tell him how to live anymore.

  “The rest, but put your boots back on after your clothes are off.” He stroked his cock through his jeans. “You please me. My cock is rock hard.” He growled. “You’ve got the perfect body.”

  She moaned and pulled off her boots. The zipper of her skirt came next in her hurry to strip. He gave in and stroked himself once more, thinking about her wet panties and getting to smell her woman’s scent.

  He folded the skirt and collected the dainty pink panties. He forced himself to take his time and fold her underwear in a small square. At last, he held them to his face, inhaled and hurried to set them aside. If she gave him more, he’d come in his jeans and disappoint himself.

  Daphne slipped on her old red cowboy boots and stood in front of him naked. Her hands opened and closed in embarrassment…or impatience?

  “How do you feel?” Will gazed down at her bare pussy, pleased to find it shaved.

  “Nervous.” She moved to cross her arms, but then placed them back down at her sides.

  “From now on, I’m your master, and you will call me Master Will when we are alone. If we are in public, you’ll call me Will, even though you must follow my orders.” He stood up but kept his distance. “You’ll move into my house, you’ll quit your job, and your life will center on our relationship, is that understood?”

  “But—”

  “On your knees.” He folded his arms across his chest and waited until she’d kneeled in front of him on the floor. “That question required a yes or no. I didn’t ask for any excuses. You will or you won’t.” He used his booted foot between her legs to spread them wide. “Think about that answer long and hard, sweetheart. Think about how I’m making your pussy juice trickle down the inside of your thigh.

  “Will you or won’t you give up your life to come and share my life?” He squatted down, ran his finger between her legs from her inviting anus to her swollen clit. “To make a new life for the two of us.”

  “Yes, I…I’ll live with you, Master Will.” Her breasts quivered and her boots ground into her ass. “Oh God, I think I’m going to…” She bit down on her lip. “Sorry, Master Will.”

  “I know you are.” He stood up. “I promised we’d go slow, but you’ll have to learn that only I can tell you when to have an orgasm. I’ll take my cue from you, but soon, you’ll have them when, and only when, I let you.”

  She nodded. Her brows pulled down in frustration.

  “Now, put both your hands on your pussy so that your breasts are pinned between your arms.” He sat back down on the couch. “Spread your pussy for me, sweetheart, and show me how wet and swollen you are for me.”

  Her clit stood out like a beacon of pleasure, coated with juice that shimmered under the low lighting in the room. He ran his tongue over his lips. Soon, he’d lick the juice and get his fill of her taste, but not today.

  “Go ahead, finger your clit.” He stretched his legs out and crossed his ankles. “Come for me.”

  Daphne’s finger circled her clit, she purred, and her head fell back, exposing her neck. The higher her desire rose, the faster her breasts slapped together from her fingers going to work on her pussy. One hand she used to hold her lower lips wide open for his pleasure, the other hand worked her nub.

  A drop of liquid from her pussy dripped onto the wood floor underneath her bottom. He clenched down on his teeth and bit back a groan. She tempted him far worse than any woman he’d ever had, and his heart jumped at the chance she would be the perfect sub.