Protector: Doms of Mountain Bend Book 1 by BJ Wane (reading books for 7 year olds .txt) 📗

try a new place but to give the lifestyle another shot at breaking through the mental block holding back her physical response, moving from the B&B into the rental house had taken longer than she’d anticipated.

Fatigue tugged at her as she entered, and she questioned whether she should have waited another night to seek a Dom willing to take her on for the few months she would be here. Her unplanned-for encounters with Shawn had overcome the relief from putting distance between her and her stalker with plaguing thoughts and dreams of a deep need she couldn’t label. Attraction or lust didn’t seem to cover the extent of her reaction the two times they’d come across each other, leaving her both befuddled and annoyed. This was not what she’d anticipated when coming here, but then, her main concern had centered around getting away to someplace safe, so she had that excuse to rely on.

A young brunette wearing a red satin teddy that barely covered her full breasts greeted Lisa from behind a desk. “Hello. Welcome to Spurs. You’ve just made it as Master Dakota sent instructions to lock the doors.” She stood, coming around the desk with a smile, wearing the shortest denim cutoffs Lisa had ever seen with a pair of red cowgirl boots. The odd ensemble somehow suited the hostess who looked to be not older than nineteen or twenty. “I’m Charlotte. Go ahead and sign the roster while I lock the doors. I don’t want to get on Master Dakota’s bad side.”

Lisa returned her grin, remembering a few Doms she’d steered clear of at her other club to avoid their reputed strict punishments after learning how much she could take and still reap benefits. While the relief she’d gotten through pain-induced stimulation had surprised her, and she’d pushed one Master into more, it was Master Wade who helped her understand, and accept that the harsher aspects of the lifestyle weren’t for her. He had taken her to the very edge of her limit, so good at his craft he knew when to stop before she did, and scolded her for pressuring him for more. She shuddered, recalling his alternative means for punishment.

There were only eleven names above hers on the list of guests, which, given the parking lot, surprised her. “What’s the N next to some of these names?” she asked Charlotte when the receptionist returned to the desk.

“It stands for newbie, and it’s also on their nametag. What brings you here tonight, the free admission, or are you new to Boise?”

“New to Mountain Bend. I’ve taken a temporary job, for now.”

“Awesome. Your timing is perfect. The new owners have just completed a second story addition, and we’re all pleased with the private rooms and loft lounge. Come on. I’ll see which Master is free to show you around, since I’m assuming you don’t need instructions on the standard club rules.”

“No, only those specific to this club.”

Lisa followed her through the double doors, taking in the row of Stetsons hanging on hooks along the wall. “Oh, wow, no wonder the parking lot is full. This place is huge.”

“It’s even bigger with the upper levels.” Charlotte pointed to the right where a staircase led to a hallway that ran the length of the building in front of five closed doors. At wood and wrought iron railing ran along both upper levels. “It looks like they’re already in use – otherwise the doors are left open.”

With a nod, Lisa’s gaze swept the center of the room’s rafter-and-skylighted ceiling, shifting to glimpse the seating on the upper opposite side before taking in the lower floor. She wasn’t a connoisseur of country western music, but the two-stepping dancers gyrating their hips in tune to an upbeat song matched the rhythm with an ease she envied, considering what a klutz she was on the dance floor. Different bondage apparatus were positioned along the side walls, and, from what she could see across the huge room and out the windows, opportunities to indulge outdoors were also provided. All of the stools around the circular, center-positioned bar were occupied and about half of the tables.

“You like?” Charlotte asked.

“What? Oh, yes, sorry. Just taking in the differences and similarities to the club I was a member of back home.” Nervously, Lisa ran her hands down her short denim skirt, comparing her sleeveless white blouse covering a blue demi bra to the sexy lingerie most of the women were wearing. “I wasn’t sure what to wear, as I planned to just check the place and Masters out tonight.”

“You’re fine. As long as there’s bare skin, they’re happy. You’re in luck.” Charlotte nodded toward the tall, bald man approaching them dressed in black leathers and vest, his chest bare, a gold earring winking under the dim lighting, and his dark eyes zeroed in on Lisa. “It seems Master Simon is up next to chaperone. Good evening, Sir.”

“Charlotte, sweetheart, introduce me to our guest, please.”

The deep rumble of his voice reminded Lisa of Shawn’s tone when he had addressed her, Master Simon’s focused gaze much the same also. Or maybe she was still thinking too much about him, even though she wouldn’t mind getting to know this Master better.

“This is Lisa Halldor, sir. She’s new to Mountain Bend, but not to the lifestyle. Lisa, I hope you enjoy your evening and come back.”

Master Simon nodded, giving Charlotte permission to leave before holding his hand out to Lisa. “Would you prefer to start with a tour or to visit over a drink?”

She took his hand, and when she didn’t get even a spark, her hopes of diluting her unexpected ache for Shawn were dashed. Refusing to give up, she worked up a smile and replied, “We can talk while walking around, can’t we?”

“You like to use your time efficiently, an admirable trait. All right, then, let’s start with a