Wilde Surrender (The Brothers of Wilde, Nevada 5)

Even though she couldn’t move, she actually felt comfortable in the ball-tie on the bed. Her mind drifted into a lazy subspace where time didn’t seem to exist. Then she felt him lift her up in his arms. He placed her onto something that she thought might be a cushioned table. Then the vibration let her know he was moving her.

The thing has wheels.Where is he taking me? To his dungeon, I bet.

But the trip continued too long for that to be their destination.

When a breeze hit her skin, she knew they were in his fenced garden. She recalled the gorgeous space. Having sex with Master in the tranquility of the outdoors she knew would be amazing. But the trek of her table continued.

Her heart thudded in her chest as the heat of the sun warmed her skin. It couldn’t be past noon, and the forecast had clear skies. Was he taking her out of the seclusion of his yard? Oh God! Any wandering passerby would be able to see her tied up like a turkey for Thanksgiving.

She waited for the table to jerk going down the front steps, but when it didn’t, she deduced he was taking her out the back part of his property. She’d never seen that area, but thankfully remembered he was far from any other homes or civilization. She felt his hand on her back. His rubs were gentle and calming. Still immobile, blind, and deaf, she did her best to focus. With her amplified remaining senses, she took in every clue. The air smelled fresh. By the feel of the table, she knew they were heading up a hill.

Then the vibration of the table ended. Master’s hand left her back.

Jessie’s nerve endings sparked to life, every one of them, as excitement and anxiety danced together inside her. The lack of stimulus continued for some time. She hummed just to feel the vacillation in her throat.

Suddenly, she felt her ropes being removed, first freeing her hair, then her ankles, next her wrists, and so on. This took some time, but with each inch returned to her, tingles spread over her skin. What could Austin have planned for her?

Soon, he guided her to a standing position. His hands rubbed every inch of her body, spending an extravagant amount of time on her pussy. Her clit burned and ached until she was dizzy. Then, sound and sight returned to her as Master removed her blindfold and earplugs.

She blinked in full sun, her eyes unable to focus.

His tone was commanding and richly deep. “Give me a color, pet.”

“Green, Master. I’m green.” Tingles spread through her, as he nodded his approval.

“Excellent.”

Wearing only her training collar now, she finally was able to bring into focus the table that had been her transport to this place. It did have wheels and a shelf below. On the shelf were the ropes Master had used to restrain her in a ball-tie. Now, they were neatly wrapped up and put away. Seeing the other items on the lower part of the table like wrist cuffs, paddles, and whips made her temperature shoot up.

“Vision clear?”

“Yes, Master.” She saw he was wearing his leather vest that meant the next round would be anything but light. Her pussy moistened, and her body flamed.

Jessie looked past him to the landscape, and she realized she’d been here before. Her jaw dropped. She spun around and saw something that she’d not known was so close to Austin’s house.

His tree!

“But…” She thought about her two trips to his tree, and her knees became wobbly. “Did you see?

He pulled her to his side. “Yes, pet. Once. The time you left with Dallas.”

“Oh God.” Her hands shot up to her face. She couldn’t process or distinguish the colliding feelings through her. Anger, shock, shame, excitement, and a million other emotions fought for space inside her head. “I don’t know what to say.”

“You don’t have to say anything.” He grabbed her hair braid and pulled her back to his side. “Who’s in charge here?”

There was no doubt in her. He saw everything. “You are.”

“That’s right. Good girl.” He attached cuffs to her wrists and gathered up some items. She was too woozy and spent to look to see what they were. Instead, she leaned into his chest.

He led her to the tree. “We’re here now to issue punishment for trespassing. That’s considered a pretty big crime in these parts, pet. So, I’ll not be going light on you. No paddles. You’re about to graduate to feel the bite of my whip. Understand?”

She swallowed hard, anxious as to what was coming. “I think so.”

“Some members of The Masters’ Chambers say I’m sadistic, but I pride myself on my self-control. Pain has a purpose. It’s a tool. Doesn’t work for everyone the same way, but for you, it works like a charm.”

Jessie knew what he said was true.

Master attached her wrist cuffs to the clamps in the tree limb above her head. “Excellent, pet.”