Free Bondage Ranch 6: Taming the Mistress by Sindra van Yssel Page A

Still, she hesitated.
    “Strip, please,” he repeated. “What do you want to say, Sue? Do you want to tell me to fuck off? Or do you want to say ‘yes, Dane’?”
    She bit her lip. But she knew the answer. “Yes, Dane.” She set the key down on the nightstand and then peeled off her top carefully. She remembered the way he’d pulled open her blouse, and she loved his eagerness. Now he was standing, arms crossed, watching her. It was a different kind of vulnerability than yielding to his physical strength, where all she had to do was not safeword.
    On the other hand, the latex is expensive and should be handled with care . The thought distracted her while she lifted it above her breasts. She’d had some notion of turning away coyly. So much for that.
    She rolled the skirt off. Panty lines were way too obvious with a latex skirt, but she wore a tiny G-string because she hated the idea of going without. Now she almost wished she had. She’d never thought about being seen in it, and the flimsy garment felt silly. It didn’t conceal much anyway.
    “Sit back on the bed, please,” Dane directed.
    “You like the boots, hmm?” She was disappointed at his inconsistency, but a lot of guys had boot fetishes.
    “No, I just think it will be easier to get them off if you sit on the bed.”
    Oh . She sat down and started pulling off her right boot. He crossed the room and sat cross-legged in front of her, helping her with the other one. Did he know he was sitting in the same place a sub would be in, helping her remove her boots after a long day? Keith would sneak peeks up her skirt, exactly as expected, and she would punish him for it, also exactly as expected. It was a dance with rules. This didn’t feel like it had rules. Maybe that was why her pulse was racing and her pussy was wet. “You know, I’ve had subs do the same thing for me,” she said, curious as to how he’d react.
    “So? I don’t think you’re in any danger of getting confused about my role, and neither am I. No one else is watching, and if they were, well, I’d do it the same way, because what’s going on between you and me is way more important than what people who won’t take the time to get to know us think. Playing with you isn’t going to make me a sub. And submitting to me doesn’t make you less of a domme either. It means there’s more to you.”
    She hadn’t thought of it that way. “Oh.” She’d long thought she had something to prove because of her brief relationship with Bruce. No, that wasn’t right. Because she’d wanted him back for so long after he’d released her, she had always wondered if she was true domme, even though she enjoyed what she did. Being a domme had put her in control when she had felt rejected. She hadn’t been ready to submit to anyone else. Hadn’t been ready to trust. Being a domme had been perfect.
    He grabbed her G-string and pulled it off while she was distracted by her thoughts. “Hey!” she yelled, and after a moment of surprise, she pressed her legs together tightly. He’d gotten an eyeful, either way.
    He stood, pulled the rope out of his pocket, and tossed it on the bed. Two smaller coils of rope followed.
    “I don’t know why I thought you’d like this. I guessed.” He grinned. “Glad I guessed right, though.”
    “Do you need me to stand?”
    “Not yet.” He let out the large coil of rope, keeping the middle between his fingers and letting the rest run through his hands. She watched his fingers. He seemed to have a sensuous connection with the rope, and she was jealous until she remembered the way his touch had felt on her skin.
    He put the middle of the rope at her back and brought the rope around her arm, under her breasts, and then around the other arm. He must have looped it through in the back, because he brought it forward again the other way. She didn’t have to do anything but watch him work. It wasn’t much different from sitting on her chair, letting someone polish her