Tamed by Texans (Doms of Destiny, Colorado 5)

Matt put his arm around her. “Look how happy Kimmie is.”

“How did you know?”

“You learn a lot at a tea party on the back porch.”

“What are you going to call your puppy?” Gretchen asked.

Kimmie held her poodle in her arms. “Her name is ‘Happiness,’ because this is my happiest birthday.”

Jena felt her eyes well up. This was her happiest day, too.

Chapter Eighteen

“Wake up, sweetheart.” Sean’s voice jerked Jena from her sleep.

She lifted her head from the pillow and looked into his sexy eyes. “What time is it?”

“Time for some training,” he answered.

“Training?” Her mind was a bit foggy, still feeling the warmth of her recent slumber. She was actually having trouble making sense of what he was saying. She yawned.

“Yes, we’re going to start your training in the lifestyle.”

“Where’s Matt?”

“He went ahead to the club. We got Gold to open up early. Your first time at Phase Four needs to be private.”

Coffee or not, her mind became sharp and alert. Matt and Sean were taking her to the club—the club. Phase Four. It took quite a lot of her willpower not to jump up a

nd clap her hands together and scream how thrilled she was. That wouldn’t be right. Best to keep the big bad Dom guessing some.

So, she shifted into a sitting position. “When do we start?”

The hint of a smile crossed Sean’s face, but he remained serious and intense. “When I say, sub. Understand?”

“Yes, Sir,” she answered, feeling excited and nervous at the same time.

Sean’s entire outfit had one single hue—black. He wore a T-shirt, vest, jeans, and boots, each screaming of his dominant nature. God, he was pure, sexy manliness.

She resisted the urge to lick her lips. The role play of the other night had awakened overwhelming desire for more. Like then, her itch was once again coming to life, vibrating hot and deep inside her body. Recalling how she’d responded to him and Matt the other night, she needed her itch to be scratched so badly.

How far could she go in BDSM? I’m about to find out, I bet.

This class would open her up to Matt and Sean even more and to the lifestyle they enjoyed—at least that was what she thought it would do. Doubt began to crawl out from the back of the shadows of her mind. She wanted to please them. God knew they had pleased her and more. They’d already confessed their love to her and she to them.

“Time to get you cleaned up for the activities today.” Sean lifted her off the bed and carried her into the bathroom. He had filled the tub with hot water while she was still sleeping. “Time to move you up a level, Jena. Things are about to get serious. He held her over the water and she could feel the steam hitting her naked backside. “We are in protocol now, sub. I expect you to listen to me and to follow my instructions. Understand?”

God, he is so intense right now. His masculinity blasted through her. “Yes, Sir.”

“Good. We are going to test you, baby. That means we are going to push your limits. If you need to call out your safe word, Matt and I expect you to do it. Is that clear?”

She nodded.

“Very good.” He lowered her into the water, which was hotter than she liked, and she liked a very hot bath. Of course, she wasn’t about to complain or say “red” to him.

She reached for the sponge, but he grabbed her wrist, keeping her from getting it. “No.”

“But I thought you said—”