Sex Addict (Cowboy Addiction 2)

Without a doubt, she’d seen, and probably used, most of the toys in their exotic toy box. The Catherine Wheel was another story. After she’d curiously studied the largest furniture piece in the room, there was little doubt in Kemper’s mind. Holly couldn’t wait to take her first spin around the wheel.

“Since you moved in,” Kemper said, deciding he should put his woman’s mind at ease, “there hasn’t been anyone else.” He stared at Kit, hoping he’d give her the assurance she apparently craved, but when he didn’t, Kemper provided the information anyway. “Kit hasn’t slept with anyone either. We only bring committed partners down here.”

Eyes as green as emeralds looked back at him. “Is that the truth?”

“Of course,” Kemper promised. “Why would you think anything else? Have we ever lied to you?”

“Not that I know of.”

“Have we paraded girls in here, one after the other?”

“Well, no.”

“Did we force you to accept our lifestyle?” Kit asked, interrupting Kemper before he could ask another question of his own.

“No,” she replied. “In fact, you locked me out of it.”

“We what?” they asked in unison.

Kit rubbed his five o’clock shadow. “How’d you reach that conclusion?”

She simultaneously shrugged, rolling her shoulders forward and back, allowing her breasts to bounce as she shifted around, and acted like she was contemplating the best answer.

Kemper was accustomed to her tactics. Holly enjoyed keeping her men on their toes. Regardless of how she strutted, he sure loved to watch her body move, her breasts bounce.

“You just did, Kit. That’s all.”

His eyes darkened, and Kemper quickly anticipated what Kit had in mind. He’d been here an

d done this a few dozen times. Before Holly knew what hit her, Kit slung her over his shoulder and stomped to the corner. “Well, little woman,” he said, giving her rump a solid pat, “what do you say we open the door and let you waltz right in?” His eyes glittered with possibilities. “Far be it for me to shut a woman out of the best of parties.”

“Put me down, Kit,” she said calmly.

“Not yet,” he said, stroking her globes, caressing her bottom. “I’m enjoying this.”

“Yes, well, I’m sure you are. Maybe you should’ve tossed me over your back earlier today. Then, you wouldn’t have had time to kick me out on my ass!”

“Obviously, you didn’t go very far,” he pointed out, reaching for the curtain. He yanked the rope, dragging the drapery to the side. Then, he gently placed her on a wooden slab connected to the wall, a bench seat they’d made for this very purpose—a time-out chair for naughty subs with discipline problems.

“Holly, this is where we place a disobedient sub. It’s obvious. You need to learn to express yourself appropriately. When a Dom wants his sub’s compliance and doesn’t find her agreeable, often punishment is in order.”

Kemper stood nearby, close enough to watch. He felt like he was set to view the first season of a new drama unfolding, one guaranteed to be a huge network hit.

After plopping down on the slanted wooden slab, Holly asked, “So now what?”

“Rule number one,” Kit began. “You’ll address me as Master, Kemper as Sir.”

“When hell freezes over,” she said, studying her nails.

Holly’s defiance didn’t rattle Kit. Then again, they’d discussed this in the past. If and when Holly entered training, they fully understood what they potentially faced. She’d be their greatest challenge, but in the end, the satisfying conclusion and rewards that went along with having a compliant sub would be well worth the effort.

“Rule number two, since you weren’t able to make a decision for yourself, Kemper and I will assume you’re incapable of making choices. We’ll make them for you.”

“Oh that’s sweet, quite thoughtful in fact,” she said, taking a deep breath and acting as if she were positively bored.

“And finally, rule number three,” he said, grinning wider. “We use a checks-and-balances system here. Now that we’re pretty certain you’ve wanted to enter our training program, you’ll be taught to respect your punishment and look forward to your rewards. Understood?”

“Sure,” she drawled. She stood then and said, “I think I’ll go see if Mrs. Daniels will make me some lunch.”