Tamed by Texans (Doms of Destiny, Colorado 5)

“Does this feel good?” Matt asked.

“Very good.”

“This is setting you up for some bondage, too. A sub’s hair is a tool that experienced Doms know how to utilize to add to a sub’s pleasure. Hair bondage is just another way for me and Sean to control you.” He jerked on her hair. “Understand?”

She nodded.

He traced his rough finger over her throat, sending a shaky sensation through her body. “Have you ever seen a prettier sub?”

“No. Never,” Sean answered in a deep, hungry tone.

She felt moisture pooling between her thighs as Matt tugged on her hair, binding the red locks and green ropes together.

“We will use this to immobilize your head by attaching it to something, like this chair, or we can treat it like a leash, leading you around where we want you to go. Do what we want and the pulling will be light. Don’t, and it will get harder. This is about submission—you surrendering everything to us.”

She closed her eyes, realizing the depth of what she was doing with them. Surrendering wasn’t something that came easy for her. For her whole life, she had to be strong. She was the one who held all the responsibility.

Letting go…is that what BDSM is all about?

Were these ropes only devices they used to help her get to a state where her mind could truly relax? She longed for that space, a space of true release where she could just be. No decisions. No worries. Just her and her Doms.

“Lesson one of shibari,” Matt said, pulling gently on the ropes in her hair. “Stand up,” he commanded.

She didn’t resist. He and Sean were in charge, and she loved every second of it. Her body was warming with every tick of the clock.

“Your handiwork looks great, buddy,” Sean said. “Those are the best knots I’ve ever seen you do.”

“It’s because of our sub, Sean. She makes it look beautiful,” he answered, a big dose of pride in his voice. “Let’s take off her clothes.”

Matt and Sean stripped her out of her sub outfit—halter top, leather mini—but didn’t remove the pink pumps from her feet. She’d always believed most men had a thing for women in high heels and now she was being proven right. Her guys liked her in stilettos.

Their hands wandered over her body shamelessly, and she loved every lingering touch. Never before had she felt so sexy, so wild, so free.

Matt took the remainder of the rope hanging down her back. “We’re going to tie you up where your arms are locked behind you and your legs are bent until your heels press against your ass.”

Sean held up a blindfold. “Can you picture that?”

“Yes, Sir,” she answered, still standing in front of him. She was coming to realize that the game in the mind was part of the play, too.

He put the blindfold over her eyes, and the room disappeared. The thump of the drumbeat coming from the speakers vibrated on her skin.

Sean rubbed her ass and Matt her breasts. Electricity rolled through her body, sparking every nerve ending to life.

“Sub, what color state are you in?”

Touch me. I need to be touched. “I’m green, Sir.”

She could feel them tie her wrists all the way up to her elbows behind her back, locking them to the ropes in her hair. It was only uncomfortable if she resisted, trying to pull them apart.

They both kissed her on the cheek. She felt totally vulnerable—totally safe.

“You’re doing great, baby,” Matt said.

“Amazing, for a first time,” Sean added. “Do not hesitate to use your safe word, understand?”

“Yes, Sir.” She was on fire. They wrapped her up in the ropes until she was completely immobile. She was completely theirs to do with what they wanted. God knew she loved them and wanted to make them proud. This lifestyle…their lifestyle…was her lifestyle now. This was the biggest lesson yet, and the sensations she felt were taking her to the moon. This is what it means to really trust.

“What is this?” Sean asked, placing something cold on her nipples, making her tingle.