Submitting to Two Doms (Cowboy Doms 5)

r Sir, but there are a few who will insist. Since you don’t know anyone, play it safe and be respectful to everyone.”

“Got it. This road is kind of spooky.” The headlights offered the only illumination until they came to a clearing and outdoor floodlights lit the double-door entry to the two-story converted barn. The wide upper window above the doors glowed in a dimmer, amber shade.

Greg rolled to a stop in the already crowded gravel parking lot and Devin opened his door, his tone dry, as he glanced back at her as he got out, “Maybe you’ll find what’s inside spooky as well and won’t want to return.” Shutting the door, he strolled inside, not bothering to wait for them.

Kelsey couldn’t hide the hurt in her voice as she whispered, “He really doesn’t like me, does he?”

Shaking his head, Greg squeezed her bare thigh, his calloused, warm touch sending a delightful ripple of pleasure up her inner leg. “That’s the problem, little bit. He does like you. Come on. And don’t worry. I won’t abandon you until I introduce you to a few women you can visit with and get to know.”

She didn’t want him to abandon her at all but wasn’t sure if it was because of nervousness over hedging on the truth of her experience that turned her palms sweaty as he lifted her down from the truck or because of the tightness around her chest at the thought of either man hooking up with someone else. Either way, she needed to get her act together before they got inside.

Greg pulled open the front door and ushered her into the foyer with a hand on her lower back. The music seeping through another set of double doors across the wood floor hit her first. The low sultry voice drew a wave of sensual awareness that put all her senses on high alert and pulled her nipples into taut pinpoints.

Placing his hat on a hook next to a row of other Stetsons, Greg nodded toward the wall of small cubbies, most holding a pair of shoes. “Pick one, and store your shoes before we go in. I phoned Master Caden and let him know you were coming tonight. He, his brother and the Willow Springs sheriff own the club.”

Picking up her sandals, Kelsey slid them inside a cubby, tossing Greg a grin over her shoulder. “Does that mean naughty subs run the risk of getting handcuffed and arrested?”

His eyes warmed as he returned her teasing smile. “Maybe not arrested, but handcuffed is always a possibility, and punishment is a given. Ready?” He reached for the door and pulled it open.

At first glance, the large, high-ceilinged space appeared much the same as any club with tables and chairs scattered around a bar, music pumping in the background and a group of people swaying close together on a small dance floor. But as he led her through the room, the two women she spotted strapped over padded benches across from the dancers dispelled that notion right away. Kelsey winced at viewing their side-by-side, bright red butts even as her own buttocks clenched and her pussy went damp. Get a grip, girl, she told herself as Greg reached out with one finger and pressed under her lower jaw, urging her to close her mouth.

With a questioning glance, he inquired, “Surely you’ve seen a spanking bench in use before?”

“Oh, yes, of course. I… well, considering the bar and tables, I assumed they’d be in another room.” Oh, shit. From the way he narrowed his eyes and those green orbs turned suspicious, she knew that excuse sounded as lame to him as it did to her. Thinking to divert his attention, she cast a quick glance around and saw an open shower in use. Luckily, she managed to swallow her gasp of surprise and cover her ineptness with both honesty and interest in the display. “Now, that I’ve never seen.”

Greg switched his gaze to the couple in the shower, the woman bent at the waist, her hands braced on a tiled seat, her body jerking with each forceful thrust from the man behind her gripping her hips. Water streaming from four showerheads sluiced over their naked bodies, adding to the sheer eroticism of the scene. “That’s Sue Ellen and Master Brett. I’ll introduce you later. I see Tamara and Sydney at the bar.”

Even though Kelsey’s black skirt came to mid-thigh and her button-up gray silk blouse was the sexiest top she owned, her outfit was still modest and boring compared to what she saw as soon as she’d stepped into the cavernous room. The women they passed wearing anything at all still revealed more of their bodies than her one-piece bathing suit, and from their looks, appeared to enjoy the eyes on them. When Greg guided her over to a short redhead and a slender, black-haired girl perched on bar stools, she found herself envying their lingerie, and the ease with which they sat there wearing next to nothing. How on earth did she think she could pull this off?

“They’re friends of yours?” she asked him before they were within hearing distance of the two women. The frisson of envy sneaking past her guard needed to be tucked away, and fast.

“Yes, and wives of the Dunbar brothers and owners, Caden and Connor. Relax. You’ll like them.” Greg prodded her forward with a press on her lower back.

Kelsey thought it might be best if he took off sooner rather than later if he was that astute at reading her. As much as she’d wanted to come tonight, she didn’t want to get on Greg’s bad side too. Dealing with Devin’s constant annoyance with her was difficult enough. “I’m not tense, just taking everything in. This place is a lot different from the club I visited.” She looked up at a soft cry echoing from the upper level and this time wasn’t shocked or surprised at what she saw. The equipment she could see from this far away and shrouded in dim lighting seemed much the same as at Dominion, and the sounds emanating from the loft were just as similar.

“If you say so,” he replied in a skeptical tone before greeting his friends. “Tamara, Sydney, this is my guest, Kelsey. She’s visiting the ranch for a few weeks.”

“Welcome to The Barn, Kelsey. I’m Sydney.” The redhead held out her hand and Kelsey returned her friendly smile.

“Thank you. This place is bigger than it looked from outside.” She sucked in a breath as Greg grasped her waist and lifted her onto a barstool, the heat of his hands seeping through her blouse. To cover the longing that simple touch stirred up, she flicked him an irritated look. “I’m perfectly capable of seating myself.”

“I didn’t say you weren’t.” He pinched her chin and reminded her, “That’s Sir or Master Greg. Remember that if another Dom talks to you.”

“Like me. I’m Master Caden, Kelsey. Welcome to my club.” The tall man with piercing blue eyes standing behind the bar held out a large hand that engulfed her much smaller one when she shook it.

“Nice to meet you, Sir. Thank you for having me.” Okay, that wasn’t so hard, she admitted.

He nodded and then told Greg, “Devin just went upstairs to monitor. Your slot is next. Does that work?”

“Sure. If you ladies don’t mind keeping Kelsey company, I’ll head up and assist my partner.”

“Leave, Master Greg. We’ll take good care of her.” The gray-eyed girl leaned around Sydney and finger-waved to Kelsey. “I’m Tamara. My husband will be late, so stick with me and I’ll be happy to show you around.”

“Good enough.” He hesitated and then yanked on Kelsey’s long hair hard enough to tug on her scalp and gain her undivided attention. “Behave and remember the rules. We’ll come find you in a little while.”

A hot flash of anger tightened her muscles and it took supreme effort to keep from lashing out at him. It seemed he and Devin thought nothing of trotting off to have fun with someone else while ordering her to stay put and twiddle her thumbs. She was damn tired of people telling her what to do, of controlling her life even if they said it’s for her own good and safety. Remembering his disconcerting perceptiveness, Kelsey reined in the urge to argue, and instead put on her sweet, eager to comply face.

“Of course. I’m looking forward to getting to know your friends.”