Tamed by Texans (Doms of Destiny, Colorado 5)

revealed a ton of cleavage held her breasts. He placed pink leather high heels on her feet that were stunning. She never shied away from a mini, but the strip of leather he put on her was shorter than any she’d ever tried before. No panties. I’m brave, but oh my.

“Your turn,” he said, stepping back, clearly pleased with what he’d chosen for her.

“My turn, Sir?”

“You do the makeup. I will watch. I want to see the inner vixen in you come out, starting with your lips. This isn’t about being conservative, baby. Go for it. Let your wicked side out. If the makeup isn’t to my satisfaction, you will do it again. Understand?”

“I think so,” she said, getting her bag. If he wants me to look like a sex goddess, then that’s what I will do. She selected the hottest shade of red she owned. “Like this, Sir?”

He grinned broadly. “Exactly like that, sub.”

After she finished with her face, she turned to him. He was still smiling, but there was something else in his face that got her tingling. Hunger.

They drove the short distance to Phase Four. The front door was locked, so he knocked. Matt answered the door.

“Fuck, she looks hot as hell.” Matt’s words pleased her. He was wearing the same type of leathers that Sean was. God, her two guys were sexy beasts. “Come on in. We’re all set up and ready to go.”

They walked into the club, which was empty.

“Take a long look, sub. This is special. Most of the time this place is busting at the seams.” Sean led her past the reception desk and through a door that opened up to a large expansive area.

She saw four platforms acting as stages. On one was a lone cage. Another looked like a doctor’s office. Next to it was an elevated space with odd-looking contraptions.

“This is the public area. We will get you on one of these stages one night to show you off.”

They want to show me off. That made her excited, proud, and so deliciously nervous.

“Don’t worry, baby,” Matt said. “That’s for later. But we wanted to get you in this big room alone so you can imagine what it will be like when we do put you up on a pedestal. What do you think about that?”

“If that’s what you want for me, then I will try, Master.”

“My God, you’re making my dick hard already and we haven’t even gotten started on your lessons.”

“It’ll be a few weeks before we unveil you, sweet sub,” Sean said. “There are private rooms we’ll be practicing in until then. Also, we want you to witness some scenes.”

“I’d like that, Sir,” she confessed.

“There are some amazing Doms and subs in this town. Some of the best we’ve ever seen, and Matt and I have seen many around the country and around the world.”

“Let’s get to it,” Matt said, leading her up to the center stage. There was a metal chair with four tables around it. On the tables were ropes of several colors. The neat order of the shibari ropes impressed her. Matt and Sean had been trained by a Japanese master and were Masters in their own right. She trusted them with all her being.

Matt collected two of the green ropes and folded them in half in his hand. “These are for your gorgeous hair. They match your eyes. Touch them, baby.”

With her fingers, she reached out to the green ties. They were beautiful and felt almost silky. She shivered, anxious to have them around her body.

“Get in the chair,” he ordered.

She instantly obeyed. The mini was so short that she could feel the cold metal touch her ass. She looked out to the room. One day, there would be a crowd here of others also in the life. She would be center stage for them, for her two guys, for herself. Trembling, she closed her eyes, imagining what it would be like. Not too different than now. She was wonderfully nervous and deliciously dizzy. Her body was burning with anticipation.

Matt stroked her hair. “You did a good job, Sean. Not a single tangle.”

“With her silky hair, it was no problem.”

Matt came behind her, forming her hair into a ponytail. He wrapped the ropes around it, in and out. Sean walked to the side of the stage to a DJ booth. He punched a button and the room was filled with a lusty, tribal beat that vibrated on her skin.

“Don’t forget your safe word, pet,” Matt said.

“I won’t, Master.” But she had no intention of saying it. She saw that each of them had leather holsters for the shears that Sean had told her about. They were there as a safety measure only, but the way they wore them, one on each hip, reminded her of gunslingers. They were truly Texans, and she loved every inch of their ruggedness.