Bondage Ranch 6: Taming the Mistress (5 page)

Dylan laughed. Alex giggled. “Sounds like him,” Dylan said. “You must have told him to call you Mistress Sue.”

“Yes, of course,” said Sue, straightening her spine.

“He’s not much for titles. Or even labels,” said Dylan.

“Master,” said Alex, addressing Dylan. “Could it be possible you have something else to do for a few minutes?” She smiled sweetly.

Sue shot Alex a thankful look.

Dylan chuckled. “Sure. Sorry to interfere with the girl talk. I’ll go listen to the Zen master.” He walked over to where Bruce was talking. Bruce’s Buddhism was well-known and informed the way he approached BDSM, so it was a popular nickname for him.

“Seriously, Alex, half a dozen?”

“Well, not at once. I’m just saying he’s popular. Girls fall for him. He doesn’t fall back. Like Bruce once was, and I know you’ve been down that road before.”

“I’m not falling for Dane! He’s so not my type.” A contrary thought was running through her head, though. Bruce had been that way. Impenetrable. And yet, Laera had somehow gotten through. Sue remembered talking to him about Laera and telling him to open his heart. Maybe her heart needed opening too. And maybe Dane’s wasn’t made of steel either.

“He’s certainly not a submissive. And he’s not much like Bruce either.” Alex didn’t sound quite like she believed her. “Careful of your heart, Sue.”

Sue laughed it off. “I’m always careful.”

“I forgot who I was talking to, Mistress Sue.”

Sue noticed the little slip. For a moment, she’d been just Sue, because Alex had been envisioning her with Dane. Just being with the man demoted her. “I’ll be careful this time too. Thank you for the info, Alex.”

“I hope it was useful.”

“I think so.” Sue smiled and moved away, lost in thought. Clearly she couldn’t make love, or whatever she’d done, with Dane again.
Or at least I can’t be seen doing it
. She didn’t understand the pull he had on her. She walked around the dungeon randomly, taking in the scenes without absorbing them. A waxing. A flogging. Melanie had finally found someone—a short, slight dom who had a reputation for great skill—to put needles in her and was blissed out. Sue watched the scene for a couple of minutes without it registering, and then had to turn away.

Clearly, she was distracted. Infatuated, perhaps. She had to do something about it. A man like Dane wasn’t for her.

Sue went back to her room. Everything she’d brought to Bondage Ranch was leather or latex. Every heel was sharp and pointed. But she’d arrived in a soft flannel shirt, blue jeans, and sneakers. The way to harden her heart was obvious enough. She’d catch Dane in the act with another woman, and that would do it.
A half dozen. Really
. Hell, she felt guilty when she had more than one man on a string, even when she knew it was working for everyone and she
shouldn’t
feel guilty.

She put on her vanilla clothes. She could leave through the dungeon or the front door. Either way, she’d be seen. She considered the window briefly, but she was on the second floor, and she wasn’t going to injure an ankle in the drop. She had visions of making a rope line, but then she looked outside. Diego and Emma, two recent friends, were playing in the stocks a few yards from where she’d land, and a small crowd was watching them and occasionally being invited to give Emma a swat. Emma liked being the center of attention, and Diego was indulging her. If Sue dropped on a rope, she’d look like she was sneaking, which she was. That would definitely get people talking.

The front door it was, which meant passing through the crowd in the Allisons’ living room, usually a pretty gossipy bunch. But Sue breezed past them. “Going into town,” she said, even though no one asked.

Then she doubled back around the house and set out toward the bonfire again. The moon had vanished behind the cloud, but it wasn’t bad going in sneakers. She used her cell phone as a flashlight to illumine the path. The beat of the drums got louder as she got closer, as did her traitor heart. The sweet smell of the smoking wood filled her nostrils.

Approaching the bonfire cautiously, Sue looked around. She definitely wanted to see Dane before he saw her. She found a place in the shadows where she could view the dancers, but he wasn’t one of them. She moved around so she could see each of the play stations, but he wasn’t there either. For a moment, she thought she spotted him by the side of the circle, entwined with a lithe brunette. But when she got closer, she saw the man had a paunch and was darker skinned.

A naked blonde woman approached her. She recognized the woman as the one whom she’d seen giving the blowjob earlier.

“I’m Desi,” she said. “You’re Sue?”

She’d been hoping not to be recognized, but she nodded. “Mistress Sue.”

“Sorry,” said Desi with a smile. “Mistress Sue.” She gave a curtsy, and Sue wasn’t entirely sure whether she was being mocked or not. “You’re looking for Dane?”

Ugh. She didn’t want to be obvious. “I have something of his.”
It’s a perfectly reasonable excuse.

“Ah. He went to his tent, I think. I don’t know if he’s alone or not. If you want to give it to me, I can get it to him. He’ll be here in the morning.”

A half-dozen women. Is one of them Desi? Is Dane with another now?

“You don’t look like you have any pockets,” said Sue.

Desi laughed. “My clothes are in a pile over there.” She nodded to indicate a direction, although Sue didn’t see them.

“No, thank you. I’m pretty sure he’ll want it urgently, and I don’t think he’ll appreciate it being entrusted to someone else.”

Desi shrugged. “I guess where his tent is, is common enough knowledge. Come.” She reached out to take Sue’s hand, and reluctantly Sue followed. She wasn’t used to letting anyone else lead. Particularly not a naked someone. She didn’t know where Desi fit either. Was she domme, sub, or switch? The lines weren’t always clear in the dungeon, but here, they seemed past blurred to simply cloudy.

Desi led her into the ring of dancers. “This way,” she said, in no particular hurry. Her hips swayed with the drums, and she twirled to face Sue. “Let your hair down a little. We’ll get there.”

Sue didn’t feel like letting her hair down. But she tried to blend in, sashaying in imitation of Desi’s moves. They made their way slowly around the fire, and then Desi pulled Sue aside. She pointed down a path. “There’s seven tents down that way. Mine is the first one on the left. Dane’s is the third on the right, apart from the others.”

Seven, including Desi. Dane and his half dozen? Surely the math can’t be that neat
. Sue felt her heart hardening already. She wondered why Desi had told her where her tent was. Was it meant as a warning, a way of telling her Desi was part of the group and that Sue was an intruder?

“If you want to visit me sometime, let me know,” said Desi. “You’re kinda hot. Loved the tiger in you.” Desi made a motion with her hand, like she was clawing the air. “Of course, I always give at least as good as I get.”

Or it could be that
. Sue smiled. “Thanks.”

Sue followed the path, and thankfully Desi didn’t follow. Sue’s heart was pounding again. It was one thing to contemplate finding Dane in someone else’s arms from afar. It was another when it could happen any moment. But Desi’s description was apt. There was a third tent, and it was quite a distance from the others. Apparently Dane liked privacy at least some of the time. She got closer and could hear grunting. Her stomach knotted.

Twenty feet away, she could hear his voice but not make out the words. He was talking to someone. Fucking someone.
Well, this is what I came for
. She turned off the flashlight on her phone and kept her feet going somehow.

As busy as it sounded in there, she doubted she’d be noticed. The mosquito netting was zipped, but the fly was open. She should be able to make out shadows, at least, when she got there. That would be enough. She didn’t need to see any pink bits.

“Yes. Take it, girl,” he said. But she couldn’t see anyone because the netting was thick and dark, and there was so little light. “Take it for me.”

Feeling foolish, she unzipped the netting a few inches. She saw Dane sitting on a sleeping bag, his big cock hard in his meaty fist. There wasn’t a lot of light, but what had been going on was clear enough. He was staring straight at her, his open eyes the most reflective part of him.

“Who is it? My God, girl, don’t you knock?” He didn’t take his hand off his cock though, or make any attempt to cover up. She supposed he couldn’t see her any better than she could see him. He did, however, grab a flashlight and shine it on her. For a moment, she was blinded. “Sue.”

“
Mistress Sue
.” But the words died. She wasn’t in any position to insist. She’d eavesdropped on him in a private moment, and even if he’d been doing what she’d originally thought, she knew she had no right.

He reached out and unzipped the netting. She moved back but too late. He grabbed the collar of her shirt and pulled her inside. She stumbled and landed ungracefully on the nylon floor. She had been caught and captured. And now she was mortified. But there was one redeeming thought:
no one will know what happens here.

“What did you think you were doing?” He set the flashlight down but left it on.

She wanted to have a good lie, but she didn’t. “Catching you. With someone else.”

“You hadn’t the right.”

“I know. I didn’t want— I don’t want to want you.”

He chuckled. “But you do.”

“I don’t want anyone to know.”

He blinked. “Are you married?”

“No!”

“In a relationship?”

“No. Was, sort of, a month ago. But we weren’t exclusive. Why am I telling you that?”

He smiled. “I don’t know. But I’ll honor your desire for privacy.” He flicked the light off. Her night vision killed, everything was black. She couldn’t even see his eyes. He found her hand unerringly, however, and placed it on his cock. “Here. Finish what I started. What you started, really.”

She gripped his hardness. He was long, but he was also thick. She had trouble making her fingertips meet. It was strange not being able to see because she’d always played in light and usually in public, where it was safe should the man she was with try to use his strength against her. Now she could only feel. She stroked up from the base of his cock, then ran a finger across the sensitive tip. A drop of precum had formed there, wet against her finger. He gasped as she touched him.

“I heard you, from outside,” she whispered as she stroked teasingly. “‘Take it, girl,’ you said. Something gives me the feeling you weren’t imagining a handjob.”

“No, I wasn’t.”

“I thought you were fucking someone. I was curious as to who.”

“I couldn’t get you out of my mind.”

She swirled her wet finger around his tip again and was rewarded by a sharp intake of breath. He was no sub, but it wasn’t that different from what her submissives had told her. It wasn’t something she ever told them. But he probably knew she’d been thinking of him, since she was at his tent late at night. “You were imagining doing something to me.”

“Yes.”

“What?”

“Oh, it wasn’t any one thing. I was imagining doing everything to you.” He grabbed her hair and pulled her close. She thought he was going to kiss her, but he didn’t. Instead he whispered. “Fucking you. In every possible location.”

The thought made her insides quiver. She knew what he meant, but she wanted to tease. It was what she was used to. “In a train? On a plane?”

“Down your throat. In your ass. Deep inside your pussy.”

No sub ever talked to her like that. Or held her hair like it was a handle. “You’re hurting me.”

“Yes,” he said. “But not more than you want.”

She opened her mouth to deny it, but if she did, he might stop. And she didn’t want him to stop. She was wet. Her skin felt alive. And she wanted him inside her. In any location, but her pussy ached most. “Got a condom?”

“Yes.” He groped around in the dark through something next to his sleeping bag. He pulled her hand from his cock and placed a foil wrapper in it.

She wasn’t sure she could do it in the dark. But she could try. She ripped open the package and unrolled the latex barrier over his shaft after a little fumbling.

“Better get your clothes off,” he said. He let go of her hair.

It was strange not giving the orders. She shucked her sneakers and pulled off her pants before straddling him.

“Your shirt.”

“I’ll get cold.” It wasn’t an especially cool night, but it wasn’t summer either. She found his cock with her hands and guided it to her pussy.

“No, you won’t. You’ll be snuggled up next to me all night long.”

“Oh.” She hadn’t thought about what happened after. Nothing had gone according to plan. She smiled.
This is much better than my plan
. “It will just take time.” She lowered herself onto him.

He was only in an inch when he grabbed her shirt with both hands and pulled. She didn’t know if the buttons were ripped off or simply came undone, but it was all the way open immediately. He sat up, pushing her away, and pulled it from her arms.

“I said to take it off.” He didn’t seem to have any trouble finding his way in the dark, either, as his fingers found the back clasp of her bra and had it undone in seconds. He tossed it to the side before he leaned back. “Now. As you were.”

Sue bristled. And yet she still wanted his magnificent cock inside her. She positioned him again and slid down, taking him in slowly and savoring every inch.

“That’s it, girl. Take it for me,” he whispered.

She wondered if he was being ironic, repeating what she’d heard him say, but she couldn’t read his face in the dark. Only feel. His cock stretched her.

His hands found her small breasts. She never liked having them completely bare, although in the dark, she supposed it made little difference. Having something to push them up and make the most of what she had made her feel like she had curves. Without that, she often felt unsexy, but his touch was electric. Her nipples were hardening in the night air, but when he brushed his fingers against them, they felt plenty warm. It had gotten hotter inside the small tent.