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  Night Wrangler

  by

  Desiree Holt

  Book Eight of the Rawhide Series

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales, is entirely coincidental.

  Night Wrangler

  COPYRIGHT © 2018 by Desiree Holt

  All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission of the author or The Wild Rose Press, Inc. except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews.

  Contact Information: [email protected]

  Cover Art by Diana Carlile

  The Wild Rose Press, Inc.

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  Adams Basin, NY 14410-0708

  Visit us at www.thewilderroses.com

  Publishing History

  First Scarlet Rose Edition, 2018

  Digital ISBN 978-1-5092-1946-9

  Published in the United States of America

  Dedication

  None of these books would ever see life if not for my fabulous beta reader, Margie Hager; my incredible editor, Diana Carlile, and publisher Rhonda Penders, who, ten years ago, gave me a chance when no one else would.

  PRAISE FOR AUTHOR

  Desiree Holt

  AND HER BOOKS

  MOVING TARGET

  “Desiree Holt is a must buy author for me and the start of this new series is the reason why…I couldn’t help but keep reading in order to find out how things would end…The action and mystery were fabulous in this story, fast paced and yet still not rushed or incomplete…While I have yet to come across anything Ms. Holt has written that I dislike, I admit her suspense stories are my favourite and this one is definitely tops.”

  ~Night Owl Reviews

  SILENCING MEMORIES

  “Once again Ms. Holt mesmerized me with her fabulous character development, her intelligent scenario, the steamy heat, and the sweet romance. When this is combined with every other fascinating element of this story, it was no wonder I couldn’t put it down. I have to say this is by far my favourite story by this author, and if I could give it higher than a five star rating I would.”

  ~Night Owl Reviews

  Night Wrangler

  Risa Channing tipped the cab driver, gathered her leather coat around her, and pressed the brass knocker on the heavy carved wooden door. She was about to enter a very exclusive dungeon and take a step forward in her BDSM experience. She did her best to tamp down a sudden flutter of nerves as the door to Rawhide swung open. She stepped into the warm paneled reception area and tentatively smiled at the woman standing there.

  “Hello, Lila.”

  The two women had met when Risa filled out her membership application. Manager Clint Chavez had introduced them, and Lila had taken her on a tour of this exclusive dungeon.

  “Welcome, Risa. We’re so pleased you’ve decided to join us.”

  Risa nodded, hoping she’d be just as happy by the end of the evening. Unsatisfied for a long time with the Doms she played with—and the ones she’d had unfortunate relationships with—she hoped she’d find here what she was looking for. More than that…what she’d craved.

  When she’d met with Clint, who was also one of the owners of Rawhide, she’d been very emphatic that she wanted a session with an experienced Dom who could take her to the next level of BDSM. She’d needed such an experience for a long time but until recently hadn’t had the nerve to follow through with it. What if she hated it? Regretted it? Couldn’t play beyond the light level she was used to?

  Too late now, kiddo.

  “Clint is waiting for you in the lounge,” Lila told her, taking Risa’s coat and purse. They’d be put in a locker for her until she was ready to leave. “Have a good evening.”

  I hope so.

  “Thank you.”

  Risa smoothed the short skirt and halter-top as she moved toward the lounge. She’d left her hair down tonight, swinging just below her shoulders. Beneath the skirt, she wore a brand new scarlet thong. For luck. As she entered the lounge, she saw Clint Chavez sitting on a curved section of a couch, dressed in his signature navy silk shirt and pants. He spotted her and stood, hand extended, a smile on his face.

  “Good evening, Risa.” He lifted her hand and kissed her knuckles. “We’ve been waiting for you.”

  The man sitting next to him rose and immediately Risa felt her thong dampen even as her mouth went dry. Like Clint, he appeared taller than he was, his shoulders broad and his chest and abs hard and flat, with a sexy dusting of dark hair. A tattoo of a coiled rope sitting on one of barbed wire wrapped around his left bicep. All the rippling muscles were easy to see because he was naked from the waist up. The rest of his body was clad in leather pants tight enough that she could see the thick bulge of his cock. Below that, he was barefoot. His feet appeared as graceful as the rest of his body.

  But it was his face that caught her attention. Framed by a thick fall of inky black hair, it was a warrior’s face, finely chiseled with a square jaw, startling blue eyes, and lashes any woman would kill for. The power he exuded was so strong as to be nearly visible in the air around him. She could only stand there mesmerized and so aroused she needed every bit of discipline to keep herself together.

  Deep inside her, something unfamiliar began to unwind like a spring tightened for too long. Maybe like the twisted rope on his arm. It teased at her emotions as well as her senses. Was she getting herself in too deep? She wasn’t looking for more than one night of intense pleasure. Was she?

  “Risa.” Clint’s voice penetrated the fog wrapped around her brain. “This is Master J.”

  Her eyes drank him in even as they kept returning to the significant bulge in his pants. She could hardly wait to feel that inside her. At his pleasure, of course.

  Master J, in full Dom mode, did not extend his hand. Instead, he let his gaze travel slowly over every inch of her body, his stare so penetrating that she might as well have been naked. He nodded at Clint. “She will do very nicely.”

  Clint smiled. “You know it is always my goal to please.” He looked at Risa. “I have passed along your desires to Master J, and I assure you he can more than satisfy them. Beyond that, Risa, you can trust him completely.”

  Her mouth was so dry she had to swallow before she could speak. Every nerve in her body vibrated, and her pulse throbbed in her womb.

  “Thank you, Clint.” She lowered her eyes. “And thank you, Master J.”

  “The room is prepared for you,” the owner told the Dom. “Everything is as you requested.”

  “Good. Then we shouldn’t waste any more time.”

  Okay, so no small talk or let’s get acquainted.

  Well, this was what she’d asked for, right? A complete Dom who would take her well into the next level of BDSM play. Someone who could satisfy the very dark desires that claimed her dreams and left her shaken when she awoke, more often than not with her hand still on her clit. At first, she’d been embarrassed to admit to herself that pain was a great aphrodisiac. But when she squeezed her nipples or her clit hard, cream gushed from her pussy and her inner walls flexed with spasms.

  She’d tried to figure out a way to spank herself, but the position was too awkward to do her any good, so she had to be contented with reading about it. Ca
ning particularly appealed to her. The book she’d ordered online came with explicit photographs of women after they’d been caned, and she ached for her ass to burn like theirs. To have hot stripes that made it difficult for her to sit down. And when she did, the residual soreness gave rise to the sweet pain.

  She’d spent weeks agonizing over the decision and then decided to apply for membership at Rawhide, a new environment for her and one that had by far the best reputation in the area as far as clientele went. She certainly hoped so, since the membership fee was steep.

  But in the places where she’d belonged before, there was no one with whom she could see herself moving to another level. No one who had impressed her enough with his skills. Plus, with a new level of play, she wanted a new environment. Someplace where her old self wasn’t present and where she could explore new horizons freely without previous Doms offering to help her. There weren’t any she’d played with who connected with her enough to risk new experiences.

  “Girl.” Master J’s deep voice was like a hot caress.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Follow me. Our evening is about to begin.”

  The room he led her into looked much the same as others she’d been in only more elaborate and luxurious. As Master J locked the door and adjusted the lighting, she took the opportunity to glance around.

  The floor was covered with a thick carpet except for one large square that was polished hardwood. Risa expected that was for subs who needed to be punished in a kneeling position. No soft cushioning for them. The room also contained a padded spanking bench, manacles hanging from the ceiling with matching cuffs at floor level, a St. Andrew’s Cross, a cupboard open to display a number of toys and instruments, and something she had only seen in pictures—an old-fashioned pillory.

  The punishment equipment of years gone by.

  The original ones had places for the head and hands to rest and hinged boards to keep them in place. The ones she’d read about, like this one, also had a place for a woman’s breasts to be contained. A fresh spate of cream soaked her thong as she imagined the things that could be done to a woman held helpless in the apparatus.

  Risa stood waiting for instructions while Master J walked slowly around her. She could feel the impact of his gaze on her as he studied her from every angle.

  “Before we begin, Clint gave me the specifics of your request,” he told her. “Look at me, Risa.” His voice was softer now.

  She raised her eyes, questioning. “Yes, Master J?”

  “Clint takes his requests very seriously. He wants to make sure that those he pairs together are a suitable match.” He brushed a stay strand of hair back from her face. “For what we are about to do, especially to take you to levels you’ve never reached before, there must be complete and absolute trust. I promise you that you have nothing to fear from me. That you can trust me only to satisfy your desires and to stretch your limits but not push you beyond them if it becomes too much for you. Do you understand?”

  She nodded.

  “Did Clint tell you what they call me, besides Master J?”

  “No.” The word came out as a soft whisper. She swallowed and repeated it louder. “No, Sir.”

  “I’m known as the Night Wrangler. On a ranch, the wrangler is the one in charge of the horses and other livestock. Here, where I only play at night, I am in complete charge of the subs who come to me. Or who I choose for myself. Complete control.” He studied her with those intense eyes. “Can you accept that?”

  “Yes, Sir.” She licked her bottom lip with her tongue, then decided to be a little bolder. “That’s exactly what I want.”

  “Tell me exactly what it is you’re seeking tonight. I want to hear it from you.”

  Risa swallowed. She forced herself to keep her gaze on him while she answered. “I have discovered that I want to explore greater levels of pain, to reach that point where the pain itself is a pleasure. To be helpless, except to do as you command me. To achieve the intense orgasms possible at that level. I—I’ve discovered that pain increases my pleasure, that it takes me to a place where things could be ever so much sweeter. And to please you because of that.”

  His lips twitched as if he was holding back a smile. His gaze had softened, but there was still heat flaring in them. Risa’s breath caught as the heat of his gaze seared her, sending shivers skating over the surface of her skin. She’d only wanted this one night, but suddenly she wanted much more than that. From him. With him. And the intensity of her need frightened her. She’d spent her entire life being careful not to let her emotions rule her mind so how had this even happened?

  Because she’d never met the Night Wrangler before. There was something so compelling, so intense, so demanding that she just wanted to fall into whatever it was he had planned and never come up. She could understand why he had the name.

  “I have been a Dom for many years, Risa. I like to think I have pleased my subs, given them what they want, and that I do it well. That this is the reason Clint selected me for this evening. I will never, ever take a sub to a point where it would be emotionally harmful. Give me your trust, Risa, and I will give you what you need. So I ask you now, are you ready for this evening?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  “Then before we begin, I must have your safeword.”

  She had always used stoplight, figuring the significance of the word itself would help convey her meaning. But for tonight she’d chosen something else.

  “Nightbird.”

  Tonight, she expected to fly.

  Master J. tilted up her face with one finger beneath her chin. Something like humor flashed momentarily in his eyes. “Then I will make sure you fly tonight.” He released her chin. “You know the rules. You will address me as Master or Master J. You may not ask questions unless I give you permission. You will speak only when spoken to except to use your safeword, which you will use only when you are certain you want me to stop. And you will obey my every command. Every. One. Understood?”

  “Yes, Master J.” His name rolled sensuously off her tongue.

  Apparently satisfied she understood everything, Master J took up a position in the center of the floor, legs apart, arms folded across his chest.

  “Submissive pose, girl,” he ordered.

  Risa obediently dropped to her knees before him, eyes downcast, head bowed, hands behind her back.

  “Excellent. Rise and remove your clothing, everything except your shoes.”

  Risa rose to her feet. Still keeping her gaze on the floor, she unfastened the halter-top and dropped it beside her. Trembling with anticipation, she slid down the side zipper on her micro skirt, stepped out of it, and let it fall on top of the halter. She hooked her thumbs into the thin elastic straps holding the thong in place and eased it down her legs, awkwardly balancing herself on her stiletto heels as she stepped out of it. But when she would have added it to the other items, Master J took it from her hands and pressed it to his face.

  Closing his eyes, he inhaled.

  “Exquisite. And so wet. I’m pleased that you are already so aroused.”

  Risa just stood there, hands behind her back, thrilled that her scent pleased him.

  “Turn around,” he commanded. “Slowly. I want to see every inch of you.”

  She had only moved partway around when he clasped a hand around her arm and stopped her.

  “Submissive pose.”

  Immediately, she sank to her knees, unease fluttering in her stomach. Had she done something to displease him already? Would he decide to end the session? But when he gave the next order, there was as much a tone of possessiveness as of domination. Something was definitely happening between them. Holding her breath, she waited for his next order.

  “Touch your forehead to the floor, knees wide apart. Yes, like that. Now reach behind you and separate the cheeks of your ass. I want to see every bit of you exposed.”

  If possible, she felt even more naked, aware that he could see every inch of her pussy and her ass
. A whisper of sound told her he’d moved behind her. In a moment, one finger touched her, moving slowly from her clit down the length of her pussy, stopping at her opening to probe with a gentle touch before finally touching her anus and lightly rimming it. A shiver of delight skated over her skin.

  “Such an enticing cunt,” he murmured. “And a delicious ass. Tonight, I’ll make sure to work both of them properly.”

  She heard him step away.

  “On your feet, girl, and walk over to the pillory and place yourself properly. It’s one of my favorite instruments and a good way to begin our evening.”

  Risa shook slightly as she walked over to the apparatus and pressed against it. Resting her chin in the curve for her head, she placed her hands and her breasts where Master J indicated and waited for him to lock her into it. The wood was polished and smooth against her skin, obviously sanded to prevent splinters from harming a sub. As he latched each section into place, the realization that she was now completely helpless excited her beyond belief. He could do whatever he chose to her, and she was powerless to stop him. The throbbing in her cunt accelerated, vibrating through her body.

  “It excites me to have my sub so restrained,” he said as he adjusted all the hinged bars. “It leaves you totally at my mercy.” He paused. “Does that excite you?”

  “Yes, Master J. It does.” More than she’d ever expected. Until now she’d only had either her wrists or her ankles manacled, never both at the same time. And never in a position of such complete helplessness. With no movement allowed at all and her entire body exposed to whatever her Dom chose to do.

  Yet she had no hesitation about this with Master J. The invisible connection she’d felt almost immediately shimmered between them. The look in his eyes and the tone of his voice told her she wasn’t alone in dealing with that. She could see him on a horse, thigh muscles clenching the saddle, biceps flexing as he whirled his rope overhead to capture a runaway animal. The pulse in her cunt throbbed harder and cream trickled to the inside of her thighs.

  Silently, he locked the head restraints in place, then the wrists, and finally the breasts. Except for her feet, Risa was completely immobilized. And she had never been so aroused in her life. The tiny edge of fear, of the unknown, only served to ramp up her arousal.