Tamed by Texans (Doms of Destiny, Colorado 5)

Sean used his free hand to grab her nipple and pinch. The sting was sharp, delivering both a message of what he wanted—complete surrender—and a delicious bite that reached all the way through her body. He kept pinching, but let up on the pressure some, which only added to her growing desire. “While we are in a scene, like now, you have two things to focus on—pleasing me and Matt. That’s all. Nothing else. If I wanted you to wash yourself, I would’ve told you. Understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”

He released her nipple and wrist and grabbed the shampoo. “Dip your head down in the water.”

It would take an hour to dry her long hair, but she wasn’t about to argue. Instantly she took a deep breath and plunged into the tub as he’d commanded. Something told her that this was just a precursor of what was to come at the club. What in the world was Matt doing to make the place ready for her training? The thought sent a shiver through her even though she was sitting in hot water. Her skin was bright pink, but she was becoming accustomed to the temperature quickly.

When she came up, she saw him smiling, and that made her happy and warm. He washed her hair. It was luxurious and wonderful. Then he began tugging on her locks, gently at first and then harder.

“How does that feel, sub? You like when I pull on your hair, don’t you?”

“Yes, Sir.” Her cheeks got really warm.

“Baby, finding your hard boundaries, the things that will stop you, is what we’re going to work on today. Does that surprise you?”

She was finding it hard to vocalize anything as he began strumming every inch of her body with the soapy sponge. “Yes, Sir. Honestly, I’m a little nervous.”

“That’s normal and actually a good thing. Matt and I will be able to use it to our advantage and to heighten your pleasure.”

For the past several days and nights they’d already been providing her rapturous pleasure. They’d turned her life totally around in so many ways and so many places, including the bedroom. She’d never realized sex could reach such heights of absolute oblivion and joy.

Sean moved the sponge to her pussy, taking extra time there. “Any questions before I get you dressed?”

“Yes, Sir. What do you and Master Matt have in mind for me next? At the club, I mean? I’m no prude, but I’m inexperienced in this.”

He laughed. “Darlin’, you’re going to find out so many things today. About yourself. About me and Matt. We’re going to get you into a state of dreamy submission.”

“What kind of…well, toys…will you use at the club on me?” She looked at him and was shocked to see him frown. What did I do wrong? Suddenly, she remembered. “On me, Sir?”

His lips turned up into the sweetest smile. “Don’t worry, baby. We won’t leave a single permanent mark on you for this lesson. But you will feel every bite long after we come back home.” Sean cupped her chin. “This sub is nice and clean. Time to dry you off. Stand up.”

Tingles spread through her as she rose to her feet. The hot water remained, lapping nearly to her knees. She shivered as the ambient air, which was much cooler than the water, hit her heated skin. Sean made her step out of the tub and dried her off thoroughly using several towels. Then he made her sit her bare butt on the sink counter. He plugged in a blow dryer and began working on her hair with a brush. His technique in styling her hair was a combination of gentle and rough.

“Have you ever heard or read about shibari?” he asked.

“No, Master.” She was thrilled that he seemed willing to reveal at least some of what to expect at Phase Four. “What is that?”

He stroked her hair. “It’s where Doms use special ropes on their subs. It came to us from Japan. Matt and I actually went there and worked with a master in the practice. It’s quite beautiful. There are safety issues we will go over with you before we begin. Matt and I will each have two pairs of shears to cut the ropes should we need to. Do not hesitate to say your safe word if you need to, understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”

As Sean continued to tell her about shibari, she imagined what it would be like to be bound in that fashion, completely dependent on him and Matt. A shiver ran up and down her spine. This is just the verbal part of the lessons. Oh boy, oh boy! Next, he would take her to Phase Four where she would get hands on—his and Matt’s—training. She couldn’t wait for the application part of the class. Her heart was fluttering in her chest like a humming bird.

She listened halfheartedly as her mind brought up all kinds of fantasies she would like to try with her two guys. Was that what this lifestyle was about? Exploration?

The depth of his experience in BDSM was heard in every syllable. Knowing that he and Matt were so skilled in the life made her feel even better about learning the ropes. Learning the ropes? She grinned, realizing that was exactly what was about to happen.

“…a lifelong journey of trust and discovery for us.” Sean cupped her chin. “Are you taking this in?”

“Yes, Sir. I’m listening to every word.”

He grinned wickedly, lightly pinching her nipples. “Prove it, sub. Tell me about shibari.”

“I’ve been listening.” She closed her eyes and ran through what he just told her. “Shibari is rope bondage from Japan. You and Matt went there and learned from a master. You have all kinds of ropes. Today, you will tie me up with some ones made of hemp that are dyed in a variety of colors. BDSM is about trust. It’s a lifelong—”

He gave her a playful tweak on her taut buds. “Very good, pet. Very good indeed.” He lifted her off the counter and to the floor. “Time to get you dressed.”

The outfit he and Matt had decided on for this class was extremely provocative, even for her. A pink silky halter top that