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

memory of the probing glint in his silver eyes and straightforward way of talking to her causing her pulse to flutter. She closed her eyes in order to concentrate on the man she was with and what he could hopefully do for her.

She shook as he trailed the thin strands across her quivering breasts then over her abdomen above the waistband of her skirt. Craving the sting, she held her breath, waiting for it. He continued to tease, tickling down the front of her legs then up her back and over her tense shoulders. A groan slipped past her compressed lips when he started over, taking the same path.

“Sir, please,” she whimpered as he reached her breasts for the third time yet still denied her the bite of pain she craved.

“You’re too impatient. It’s been a while, you said. Open your eyes and enjoy the play.”

She didn’t want to; she only needed the ounce of relief she used to gain from this. It hadn’t been much of a bump-up from the disappointments that had driven her to explore the lifestyle, but the orgasms she had experienced at the Doms’ hands in Phoenix were more than she’d ever gotten from her vanilla affairs.

Used to obeying, she looked at him and replied, “I prefer a harder touch. Sir.”

He sighed, as if let down, but nodded. Quaking with anticipation, she braced for the first snap, but when he struck her waist, the quick there-and-gone burn dwindled so fast she barely felt it. He was still treating her with kid gloves, adding to her disappointment and mounting frustration. Lisa bit her lip to keep from complaining, breathed in through her nose, and forced herself to be patient.

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“This is ridiculous. Let me go, you jerk!”

Shawn narrowed his eyes and reached for the girl’s bound wrist attached to the headboard slat. “If you just wanted to fuck a stranger, you’ve come to the wrong place.”

This, she was why he hated newbie night. It was just his luck to pair up with an immature, annoying chit who had insisted on exploring her “needs” in one of the private rooms only to have her turn on him the second she realized he wasn’t one of her college boys to lead around by his dick.

As soon as the cuff fell away and she lowered her arm, she slid the thin strap of her tank top down, lifting her breast out with a cajoling smile as she sat up. “Don’t get so huffy just because I want both my hands free to touch you.” She eyed him as if he were a decadent dessert.

“Candy, is it?” he asked politely, just to annoy her since he knew her name.

“With a K and an i, yes.”

He barely refrained from rolling his eyes and almost laughed at her obvious struggle to keep from griping again. “I said you would be given a pass at several rules tonight, but whatever made you think you could use me, or any other member of our club, to add a kinky notch to your dorm-room bed? Get up, and I’ll escort you out.”

Kandi jumped off the bed, tossed her head in disdain, and glared at him. “You can’t speak for other people. I want to hang out for a while.”

She likely had in mind to show him what he was missing by turning her down. He was almost tempted to let her have her way. It would be funny to watch her humiliating failure, but he had neither the time nor the patience to mess with her any longer.

“Wrong, I can speak for any member or guest in my club.” Shawn jerked a thumb toward the door. “Out. Now.”

She flounced by him with an exaggerated huff, and he followed her out to the second-floor landing and down to the stairs wishing he could keep on going once he saw her to her car. He doubted Clayton and Dakota, or any of the other Doms assisting with the membership activities, would appreciate him dodging his responsibilities. Until he figured out what was driving his sulky moods of late, he would have to suck it up and do his part, even if his heart wasn’t in it.

Shawn waited until Kandi with a K and an i drove off before returning inside and heading to the bar. A cold beer would go down real nice about now. He stopped to say a few words to patrons along the way while scanning the room to see who was doing what and with whom. Even though the three of them knew the members well and trusted them, it was always good to keep an eye out for a potential problem.

He came to a sudden halt as his gaze zeroed in on the blonde at a chain station, his body jerking in stunned surprise seeing Lisa bound in his club. The somewhat evasive schoolteacher hadn’t projected any submissive vibes the two times they’d met, but looking at her face etched with discouragement, her slim body and soft breasts arching forward in silent supplication, there was no denying she’d found something she needed by indulging in alternate sex at least once before. Simon, a Dom he knew well, seemed to temper the stroke of his flogger as he aimed for the fleshy undercurve of one breast.

Shawn frowned as Lisa opened her eyes, and, even from this distance, he could see the frustrated ache reflected in the green depths. That undisguised longing added to the questions crowding his head about the last woman he expected to see here, the woman he couldn’t stop thinking about. As obsessed and confused about her as he’d been since their first encounter, he hadn’t dared to imagine her bound and naked, succumbing to his control.

As puzzled by Simon’s uncharacteristic restraint, given Lisa’s clear body language, as he was by his slightly miffed feelings toward the other man,