Submitting to the Lawyer (Cowboy Doms 4)

Filling his hands with her breasts, he asked coolly, “You were saying?”

“I forget.” Arousal ignited as she leaned into his busy hands, loving the tight squeezes. Goosebumps popped up across her skin as he shifted his hands and gripped her nipples in a tight pinch. Her pussy clenched with each twist of the tender buds, each pluck drawing a fresh gush of cream.

“I brought you to climax once just from doing this.” Dan pressed harder, his eyes never leaving her face.

Nan shivered and bit her lip as the pain sent sparks from her nipples straight to her pussy and wasn’t prepared for him to release the tortured buds without warning. Blood rushed back into the abused tips with sharp, stabbing needle pricks, the hurt inflaming every nerve ending in her breasts. She fisted her hands to keep from releasing her frustration and gave him a narrow-eyed glare. “You won’t do so again by doing that.”

“I didn’t intend to, at least not right now. You have a penalty to pay before we work on getting you over the last hurdle of your fears.”

Before she could question him, he tugged her thong down, shoved it aside with one booted foot and lifted her bare butt onto a towel someone behind her spread on the bar top. A heated flush pumped up her excitement as those standing at the bar eyed Master Dan swinging her legs up, bracing her feet a foot apart and spreading her bent knees.

“Sir?” Fine tremors of awareness rippled under her skin as her body danced a jig of heightened expectation from his dark gaze.

Palming her labia, Dan leaned forward and brushed her mouth with his. “Thank you, Master Caden.”

She swiveled her head and saw Sydney’s husband standing behind the bar, reaching across her to hand a bottle of beer and a glass of ice water to Master Dan. When Dan set the water down and lifted his hand, she knew what was coming, and relished the burn of his slap on her tender folds. “One.” He brought the beer to his mouth as he dribbled a few drops of ice water on her reddened, stinging skin.

“Oh, God.” Nan groaned, leaned back on her hands, arching her head to gaze at the high rafters above. Dan bent his head and licked his cold tongue over her flesh, lapping up the droplets, each stroke stirring the heat building inside her.

As he raised his head, she caught Dan’s nod right before Caden lifted his hand and delivered the next swat with his admonishment. “Two, and don’t disappoint me again, Nan.”

“No, Sir, I won’t,” she gasped with a full-body shudder as Master Dan again soothed her fiery skin with a splash of cold water and his tongue. Even though her entire crotch tingled with heat and throbbed with a sore ache, when Master Connor stepped up and landed his punishing blow, the sting was still less than what she craved, what she needed.

She shook, waiting for Dan to finish tracing his tongue over her hot skin, the scrape of his whiskered jaw against the chafed, delicate flesh drawing a mortifying mewl from her tight throat. Swallowing her frustration, she accused him in a strained voice, “You told them to hold back.”

“No, that’s their doing,” he denied, lifting his head and swigging another drink as Master Grayson arrived and gave her a granite-eyed look.

“I won’t be so nice.” The sheriff’s blistering smack sent Nan’s hips arching upward with a wrenched cry. “Dan said the bastard is awaiting trial. Good for you, sugar.” He winked and walked away, joining Avery who waited by the stairs as Dan shocked her by plucking an ice cube from the water and applying it to her red-hot skin.

“Crap!” Nan’s eyes widened as her skin numbed and then warmed under his soft tongue. A sharp nip on one pulsing fold brought her thighs together to press against his face. His deep chuckle vibrated up her quivering pussy before hard hands spread her knees again. Startled, she turned and noticed Masters Greg and Devin waiting to punish her next. “Uh, oh.”

“Yes, I believe you know who is most upset with you. Youput them in a bad position, hon,” Dan said without raising his head from her crotch, his tongue dipping to trace up her damp seam.

She didn’t know which felt better, that teasing glide or the soft strokes over her puffy folds that followed. Too bad he moved away before she could decide, she thought as first Master Greg and then Master Devin delivered blistering swats between her splayed legs, their disapproving looks stirring her guilt. “I’m sorry, Sirs,” she whispered, surprised by how much she wanted their forgiveness. She wasn’t used to disappointing Doms and didn’t care for how it made her feel.

Devin skimmed his fingers over her inflamed flesh with a wink that helped ease her conscience. “You’re forgiven. We don’t hold grudges.”

“Unless, of course, you make a habit of withholding important facts from us,” Greg added with a flick of her left nipple.

The two men sauntered away before she could reply, and then Master Dan’s lips were ghosting across her reddened skin, his lips teasing the sensitive, swollen nerves as his tongue darted out to lap up the last splash of icy water. Once again, voices and music faded to the background as he used his fingers to spread her labia and delved between with his tongue. Arching against his marauding mouth, she let her head fall back further, basking in the sheer decadence of the position, the carnal act and the thrill of exhibitionism. Her sheath convulsed as he tugged on her clit with his teeth and plunged two fingers deep enough to bump her womb. Her arms weakened, sending her down onto her elbows with a soft cry as two words chanted over and over inside her head – I’m back! That happy cry ended on a frustrated curse when he pulled back before the tremors heralding her climax could erupt into pleasure.

Lifting her head, she exclaimed, “Damn it, why? I accepted my punishment and apologized.”

Dan lifted her down and held her quivering, frustrated body close enough she almost forgave him. “Do you trust me?”

“Of course,” she answered with irritation and a simmering need she feared only he could assuage.

“Then come with me and let’s finish this.”

Dan was as ready to burst at the seams as Nan, but not before they both got through this next scene. She’d been the girl he remembered just now, the naked submissive eager to please and embrace her pain-driven needs. As he tugged her toward the dangling chain and nodded to Greg and Devin who waited in the corner, he prayed he was as successful in helping her overcome the fear of darkness as he was her fear of pain.

Needy anticipation spread across her face as he lifted her hands to the attached cuffs and bound her arms above her head. Goosebumps popped up along her skin as he trailed his hands down the sensitive underside of her arms. “We agree you can trust me, right?”

She nodded, arching toward him as he cupped her full breasts and strummed her nipples with his thumbs. “Yes, Sir. I always have. You know that.” Frustration under

scored those last three words.

“Just reiterating before I do this.” Reaching into his back pocket, he pulled out the silky blindfold and held it up. Immediate denial flashed in those golden eyes as she stepped back and her heel nudged the wall.