Bondage Ranch 6: Taming the Mistress Read Online Free Page B

that?”
    She glowered at him. “All I want. All I need,” she said. “I’m always in charge, remember?” She squirmed and tugged on her bustier, re-covering her beautiful breasts.
    The emotional armor had gone up with the leather. He felt the back of her hand against his thigh as she yanked her skirt down. She started to pull away.
    He held her fast. “This time you’re going to get more.”
    Her body tensed, and he thought she was going to fight him. That was fine. He didn’t mind a wrestle. She knew the rules. Safeword, and he’d let her go.
    Then she relaxed, and her body softened in his arms. “What the hell,” she murmured and nestled in. The bonfire seemed to grow larger and warmer as he felt its heat on the arm holding Sue close.
    He smiled to himself. To have gotten that moment of vulnerability from her when she wasn’t turned on was as satisfying as her letting herself when she wanted to come. And probably more of an accomplishment, although he knew it wasn’t all his personal magnetism. Both the postorgasmic glow and the heat of the fire could make someone lethargic.
    Only the heat was affecting him, and he had no intention of falling asleep with this delectable creature in his arms. He watched her shoulders rise and fall as she breathed. The sweat from her body moistened his, and the hammer of her pulse beat nearly in time with the beating drums. The flicker of the flames created changing shadows, and dancers moving around the bonfire added to the effect. Now and then, a primal cry or sigh of pleasure would make it hard to hear her breathe.
    Sue was still for only a few minutes. It was hard to tell if she had fallen asleep. She raised her head and her eyelids fluttered open. “Will you carry me back?” she asked, her voice soft. “Or at least help me over the muddy patches?”
    “I will.”
    “I’m in no rush if you’re not.”
    “I’m not.”
    She sat up, and this time, he let her go. He moved to sit next to her. They stared into the fire together quietly for a while. He could practically see the gears turning in her mind. He waited.
    “Who was on top there?”
    “No one. Both of us. Me.”
    “Hmf,” she said. “It was chaotic.”
    “And fun?”
    “And fun. And that was an incredible orgasm.”
    He grinned. “Sex isn’t always orderly, with predefined roles. Sometimes it’s best if two people see where their level is, without deciding in advance. You are mean with your fingernails.”
    “Did I hurt you?”
    “Yes. And no. I don’t mind. It’s all sensation and passion. I’ll feel you for hours, and as I do, I’ll remember the look of ecstasy on your face when you came.”
    “Huh. When I mark most men, it’s so they can remember the experience of submission. So they can be proud they endured.”
    “I’m not most men. I loved your ferocity. Not the proud mistress but your animal self. You channel it when you dominate, don’t you? But in a refined, careful way.”
    “Safe. Sane. Consensual,” said Sue with a frown.
    “I believe in all of that. But in passion too. It’s not all about control. There’s a balance. Do you like the fire?”
    Sue glanced up at it. It towered above them, twenty-five feet high. “I do. It’s strange out here. Not much like the dungeon at all.”
    “And yet.” Dane gestured over at the bamboo cross where a woman was being flogged to the beat of the drums. “Not all that different, either.” The woman’s dom was as naked as she was, and his body was painted in swaths of dark color.
    “I think I should be going now,” said Sue. “This is not what I came here to do.”
    “To the bonfire?”
    “To Bondage Ranch.”
    “Sometimes surprises are good. But as you wish.” Dane stood, and Sue did too. She took a tentative step, but her heels dug too deeply into the sand.
    Dane scooped her up, cradling her.
    “Just get me to the path and I’ll be okay except for a couple of dips where it’s wet,” Sue directed.
    Dane ignored her, taking