Wilde Surrender (The Brothers of Wilde, Nevada 5)

“For the whole seven—ouch.”

Austin pinched both her nipples, causing them to throb and burn. He released them and shook his head.

“I’m sorry, Master.”

“I know you are, but you will still be punished for your disobedience.”

She wondered what kind of torture he had in mind. Could she really hold his attention for seven days? He was a twenty-four-seven. She liked being dominated, but wasn’t sure if a never-ending scene would work for her. Play was one thing. Life was another.

She looked up into his stormy eyes. Damn! I’ve done something wrong again. What?

“Why are you still wearing your pants, pet?”

“Oh, crap. I mean, sorry, Master.” In two blips, she was handing the rest of her clothes to him.

He walked around her, inspecting every inch of her naked body. Jessie stood completely still, though her nerves were popping like firecrackers. He’d already seen her nude at The Masters’ Chambers’ public shower, but this was more up close and personal. What if he didn’t like what he saw? Maybe, unlike his brothers, he liked the waify-model types instead of someone like her with a full-figure body.

“Stay here.” He opened the gate and walked through, leaving it ajar.

She didn’t move a muscle. Beyond the gate and wall was a very authentic Japanese garden. What she could see of his home reminded her more of a Shinto shrine or Buddhist temple than a house. The space exuded an air of tranquil formality with its style and grace. Austin walked up to the front door and then disappeared inside.

Jessie trembled like a leaf, realizing she didn’t have a stitch of clothing on in Nevada’s great outdoors. Without a doubt, any bear or wildcat would easily make a meal of her. She sighed when she saw Austin reappear from his home. He was holding something that looked like a circle made of steel in his hand.

When he reached her, he cupped her chin. “Kneel, pet.”

Jessie obeyed, feeling the cool of the granite step on her knees and shins.

He held the shiny chrome circle in front of her eyes. A tiny O-ring dangled from it.

“This is your training collar, Jessie. You will wear this, and this alone, in my house for the next seven days. I’m going to lock it on you. Only I can take it off. Understand?”

“Yes, Master.”

Austin walked behind her, and she felt him place the collar on her neck. It was not too tight and felt cool against her skin. When she heard him lock it, she definitely knew she was under his control.

“Good. Now, you can come into my home.” He stepped through the gate, and Jessie followed.

Chapter Three

Jessie’s mouth dropped the moment she walked through Austin’s gate and into his garden. It was as if they’d been transported from Nevada straight to Japan. The garden impacted her with its sense of harmony with nature. At least an acre of nature was presented in a fluid, organized way to delight the onlooker.

Large boulders flanked the pond, stream, and pathway like little mountains. Plants and grasses filled the space like a tapestry of color. She didn’t have time to take it all in as Austin sped to the door. She raced to stay in step with him.

He opened the door and led her inside to an entrance space. Jessie realized the Japanese theme didn’t end outside but continued inside as well. There was no furniture here. He took off his boots, placing them in a cubby by the door. The floor was covered in straw mats. In an alcove ahead, she saw a hanging picture scroll.

A sliding screen made of wood and paper was straight ahead. Austin opened it and motioned her to follow. The next space had a low table with four floor pillows on it. There was a large wooden chest, with a teapot and cups on its shelves. Another screen was in front of them. He opened it, and moved deeper into the house. She trailed behind.

When they went into the next room, the tranquility of the space evaporated. This was nothing like the garden or the other spaces she’d seen.

“Welcome to my dungeon, pet.”

The walls were black. There was a sink and cabinets against the back wall. The space was very discreet, having no windows. Even the lighting seemed by design, giving off a mystic glow. She saw all sorts of things around the room—shackles and cuffs, paddles and whips, benches and chairs, chains and ropes, and so much more. The private rooms at The Masters’ Chambers didn’t have anything quite like this. Seeing his domain didn’t put her off one bit. Instead, it made her want to burrow into his hard, muscled chest.

“No time like the present to get started.” His voice rumbled like an earthquake, and he pulled her closer to him by the ring on her collar. “I haven’t forgotten about your punishments, pet. You’ve earned every thud and sting I’m going to give you. What do you think about that?”

“I’m not sure, Master.” Her cheeks heated up as he touched her cheek ever so softly.

“You’re not lying. Good girl.” He stopped touching her cheek and released the collar’s ring. He pointed to a small wooden stool next to the table in the middle of the room. Though she’d never been on a dairy farm, she imagined the stool would fit in perfectly in such a place. The table reminded her of a massage therapist’s table with its face rest where you could see the floor below. But it was different. There were no soft sheets that draped over it. Instead, it was wrapped in black leather. Also, it was a bit larger and had cuffs attached to it, obviously for a person’s wrists and ankles.