Submitting to the Lawyer (Cowboy Doms 4)

As he did every morning upon leaving the house, Dan swept his gaze across the miles of acreage spread out before him, still marveling it was all his. His herd of Herefords grazed on the lush prairie grass, the half he kept as seed stock – cattle registered for breeding – keeping their young calves close. He spotted his four cowhands riding the fence line with Bernie keeping watch at the rail. Hiring the older, more experienced cowboy was one of his smartest moves, he thought as he strode over to him before heading into the office. What Dan didn’t learn growing up on a ranch five times the size of his, Bernie had taught him.

Joining him at the rail, he leaned his arms on the top post, squinting his eyes as he caught sight of Tank’s little offspring wobbling alongside her mother. “She’s growing into those legs nicely,” he commented, his lips twitching as the young horse frolicked with the energy of youth.

“She’s going to be bigger than Zenia, and her coloring will be closer to Tank’s black and white than her lighter shade. You still planning on giving her away to your girl?” Bernie flicked him a shrewd look from under his hat.

Dan pulled the brim of his Stetson even lower, although, why he bothered, he didn’t know. Bernie always could read him like a book, not to mention he’d been calling Nan his girl for years, despite Dan explaining they were just friends. He left out telling him about enjoying Nan’s submissive side at the club. His friend and employee may know about Dan’s membership at The Barn, and what went on there, but Dan never revealed names.

“Maybe. Nan’s thinking about it.” Given the short time she’d taken to mull over his proposition, Dan figured she was already done thinking about accepting the gift in exchange for agreeing to his offer of help. He’d thought, given her independent nature aside from her sexual submissiveness, she might take longer to think it over. Her quick decision spoke volumes about how desperate her trauma had rendered her.

His gut cramped as his imagination conjured up the terror and pain of whatever that son-of-a-bitch must have done. Without the details, he could only guess, and he didn’t like what he kept coming up with.

To take his mind off those thoughts, he nodded toward Pete and Morales, who were herding a few straying calves back to their mamas. “They seem to be working well now they’ve gotten the hang of things. Everything else going good with them?”

“As good as can be. Morales is adjusting faster than the kid, who I know has nightmares still. I do what I can, but it’s a good thing he’s still in counseling.”

Bernie had seen more than his share of war atrocities in ‘Nam, which was one of the reasons Dan had bonded with the older man so fast. His ability to cope without turning to drugs or even counseling spoke volumes about his inner fortitude. Dan hoped Nan’s courage was half what his foreman possessed.

“I’ll make sure Pete is forthcoming with the counselor. Thanks for letting me know. I’m headed into the office, but my schedule’s light, so I’ll be back after lunch. See you this afternoon.”

“I’ll be here.”

“Thanks, Bernie.”

Dan strode over to his truck thinking about the gift he picked up for Nan. Because her needs had always been better met with the application of a flogger, cane, belt or hand, he’d never used toys with her. In fact, didn’t even know if she liked them. That was rather pathetic when he considered how many times they had paired up since meeting at The Barn. He looked forward to seeing her reaction to the bullet vibrator and prayed the powerful compact device would be effective enough she would be willing to give him answers in exchange for relief.

He never said he was not above using sexual blackmail to get what he wanted, and right now, he wanted nothing more than for her to tell him what happened to her in New Orleans.

Thirty minutes before Dan said he would pick Nan up for lunch, he texted her with instructions to wear a skirt, again leaving her to wonder how far he would go this afternoon in public. She’d spent the past two days looking forward to their lunch, anticipation fighting a never-ending battle with uncertainty until she opened the door at his knock and her body zipped into sexually heated overdrive. Her hopes for a positive outcome today soared from the welcome response to seeing him standing there in his casual attire of jeans and dress shirt, his tanned face shadowed by his Stetson. The only thing that could have made it better was if they were headed to the club with her dressed in her favorite lingerie or fetish wear instead of the simple khaki skirt and short sleeved topaz blouse. She didn’t know how to act around Master Dan outside of the club.

“Hey, I’m ready,” she greeted him, pasting on a confident smile.

“Not quite.” Stepping inside, Dan kicked the door shut and fished a small package out of his back pocket. “There’s the little matter of adding this to what I asked you to wear.”

Nan swallowed to ease her dry throat as she recognized the butterfly shaped clit vibrator even though she’d never used one herself. She’d heard from others how powerful the small stimulator could be and didn’t know if the heat enveloping her face stemmed from unexpected excitement or angry disappointment that he would attempt to push her that far in public. Before she could vent the latter, he laid a finger over her lips with a frown.

“Already you are not trusting me. I’m disappointed in you, Nan.”

Instant regret shoved aside everything else. She’d never given any Dom cause for disappointment, except for Gerard, who didn’t count as a respectable Master as far as she was concerned. In fact, she couldn’t recall a time when Dan had expressed any dissatisfaction with her, either as a sub or a friend, and didn’t care for the pang of guilt his words brought on.

“Sorry. This switch in our relationship isn’t as easy to adjust to as I’d first thought.”

He opened the package and pulled out the bright pink toy. “Let’s hope it’ll be worth it to you. Remove your panties, please.”

It seemed he could adjust to the change much faster and easier than her. Nan’s pulse skipped a beat as she reached under her skirt and slid her panties off, pushing them aside with her sandaled foot as he went to one knee before her. Extending the attached loops, he looked up at her and she could barely make out the dark brown slit of his eyes,

“Spread your legs and hold on to my shoulders as you step into the loops. I know we’ve never played with toys, but have you used the butterfly before, either solo or with someone else?”

“No, this will be a first.” Nan shook her head as she braced her hands on Dan’s wide shoulders and shuffled her feet apart before stepping into the loops. “I thought I was way past firsts.” His muscles bunched under her palms as he pushed the straps up h

er legs and under her skirt. She bit her lip as he brushed his knuckles against her bare labia before his thumbs spread her folds. As he slipped inside her pussy and rooted out her clit, his touch felt more intimate here in her apartment than when he’d had his hands on her at The Barn. Heat coiled low in her abdomen as she held her breath against the gush of moisture his marauding fingers provoked. God, it had been so long since she’d enjoyed such a response. That had to be a good sign, didn’t it?

“Breathe, baby, all done.” Pushing to his feet, Dan brushed two damp fingers over her lips before strolling into the kitchen to wash at the sink. “How does that feel?” he asked over his shoulder.

Nan blew out a breath and reached for her panties, the butterfly covering her sex drawing her eye. Licking her lips, she shuddered with a suppressed moan as she tasted herself. “Weird on the outside, I can hardly feel it inside.”

“You will. Ready?” Returning to her side, Dan grasped her hand and opened the door.

“For lunch, yes. For whatever you’re going to ask me while that thing is buzzing, I don’t know. Honest enough for you?”