Free Bite the Bullet by Desiree Holt Page B

drawled.
    “A sub who’s eager to please his mistress by fucking her senseless.”
    “Pretty arrogant for a bottom, aren’t you.”
    He grinned. “It’s one of my most charming qualities.”
    It occurred to him they were having this conversation while his jeans and boxers were still around his knees and his cock and balls still lay exposed to her gaze. He waited for it to bother him, but for some reason, it felt completely natural. As if the two of them had been together for a long time.
    Watch it, Chavez. Don’t go looking for trouble. You know what can happen.
    “I’ll make you a deal,” she said, her gaze dropping to his groin then returning to his face.
    “Yeah? What are you offering?”
    “Let’s give ourselves one full night to play. You agree to perform as my sub for one night. Allow me to use your body as I wish. If I’m satisfied, at the end of the evening, I will give you the opportunity to slide that magnificent cock inside my pussy and, as you so delicately put it, fuck me senseless.”
    Jesus! One full night with her? Considering the mess his emotions were in, he wasn’t sure he’d survive. But there was no way he could refuse. Clint had seen Montana in action, and the possibilities of what that hour could bring made his cock thicken again and fire burn him from the inside out. He had to stop himself from licking his lips. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
    She tilted her head. “Have your other Mistresses been into pain? Have they used special instruments on you? Does it turn you on? Arouse you?”
    Past images swirled in his mind, and he felt the heat wash over his face. Pain was an aphrodisiac for him. When he spoke, his tongue felt almost too thick. “Proper pain can give you a ride on the sweet edge of pleasure. And heighten that pleasure. But you know that, don’t you.”
    She blinked then nodded. “Ah, that’s right. You read my file from the club I belonged to.”
    He just continued to stare at her, remembering the scenes he’d witnessed through the peephole.
    Montana frowned. “What? Is there something you’re not telling me?”
    Yes. I think you’re magnificent with the fiberglass cane. I want it to be my ass you fuck with the well-lubed dildo. My cock you enclose in that harness. My hands manacled while you make my blood sing and my cock throb.
    And if I’m smart I’ll call this off right now because I could get in so deep with you there’s no way out. And I don’t trust women anymore.
    Ever.
    But he said none of that. What he did say was, “You’re reputation precedes you. And when Drake filled out the cards for Rawhide after your first two sessions, he had very flattering things to say about you.” He grinned. “Drake is a very experienced and discriminating sub. He doesn’t give compliments easily.”
    “Good to know.” She nodded at his thighs. “You may pull up your jeans now. I don’t mean to be ungracious, but we start very early here at the ranch so I need to get some sleep. And I want to check on that cow before I get into bed.”
    Clint knew when he was being dismissed. He rose from the chair and carried his mug to the sink. When he turned to face her, he bowed his head in proper sub attitude. “Thank you, Mistress, for allowing me to please you.”
    “And I am pleased.”
    “May I ask when we will have our time together?”
    “It will have to be Sunday, of course. I don’t think either of us wants to do this at Rawhide.”
    You can bet your ass on that.
    “I agree.”
    “Very well, then. Come here next Sunday at seven. For our one evening together. We’ll…play and then enjoy dinner together.”
    He wanted badly to pull her into his arms, but that would be wrong for both of them. He simply nodded. “Sunday at seven.”
    “And Clint.”
    “Yes?” His eyes focused on hers like twin lasers.
    “Leave the underwear and socks at home.” He watched the pulse at her throat beat harder against the delicate skin.
    He raised an eyebrow.