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  He took so long to answer, she was afraid he’d just tell her flat out no and walk away. But then very slowly, he unbuttoned his shirt and dropped it to the floor. Next came his boots and jeans. The boxers fell last. And when he was completely naked, he knelt in front of her, head bowed in the classic submissive pose.

  “My Mistress would honor me if she accepted me as her sub on a permanent basis. I would serve her faithfully and happily.”

  Montana’s heart lurched, then began to beat in triple time.

  She knew the value of the gift he was offering. His trust. And his heart.

  She took a moment to pull herself together before putting two fingers beneath his chin and lifting his face to hers. She stared at him, this man who was so masculine, so strong, so totally sensual that she could hardly imagine her good fortune.

  “I think we need to move this into the bedroom, which is a lot more comfortable. I’m going to stretch you out on the bed and explore every single inch of your body. Inside and out.”

  She bent and put her lips next to his ear. “I have so many things to bring you pleasure I don’t know where to start first.”

  “It would be my honor to pleasure you, Mistress.”

  She laughed, a soft, husky sound. “Oh, you’ll do that. I promise you. And Clint?”

  “Yes, Mistress?”

  “I think it will probably take at least the next forty or fifty years to be totally satisfied. What do you think?”

  A muscle ticked in his cheek. “May I have permission to rise?”

  She swallowed a smile, tried to still the quivering in her belly. “Of course.”

  He rose gracefully and threaded his fingers through her hair. “I can get with that plan.”

  He kissed her, so hard and deep and erotically her head swam. He coaxed her tongue to dance with his and licked every slick surface of her mouth. She wrapped her fingers around his wrists, not to push him away but to hold on to him. When he finally broke the kiss, his gaze locked with hers.

  “I never thought I’d say this to another woman, Montana, but…I…I love you.” The words sounded as if he’d dragged them up from a deep pit.

  “I…love you, too.” She waited for the terror of the admission to hit, but all she felt was warmth spreading through her body.

  “Take me into your bedroom. Now. Let me ride that hard edge of pleasure/pain. Feel your fingers on me. Inside me.

  Let me pleasure you with my mouth. My hands. My cock.”

  Montana smiled. “You want to belong to me?

  “Yes. I am yours, Mistress,” he told her in a solemn voice, then smiled. “I’ll bite the bullet for you forever.”

  “Forever,” she echoed with an answering smile.

  And knew that was the right word for them.

  Forever.

  About the Author

  Desiree Holt’s writing is flavored with the rich experiences of her life, including a long stretch in the music business representing every kind of artist from country singer to heavy metal rock bands. For several years she also ran her own public relations agency handling any client that interested her, many of whom might recognize themselves in the pages of her stories. She is twice a finalist for an EPIC E-Book Award, a nominee for a Romantic Times Reviewers Choice Award, winner of the first 5 Heart Sweetheart of the Year Award at The Romance Studio as well as twice a CAPA Award for best BDSM book of the year, winner of two Holt Medallion Awards of Merit, and is published by five different houses.

  Romance Junkies said of her work: “Desiree Holt is the most amazing erotica author of our time and each story is more fulfilling then the last.”

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  Rawhide: Slapping Leather

  by

  Desiree Holt

  Liz Gillibrand wants a man she can submit to in the bedroom but still keep her sex life a secret from the conservative ranching community. When she discovers her neighbor owns Rawhide, a private bondage club, she might have found the answer. But the first Dom she meets is Alex Wright, a man she’s already connected with physically and emotionally. Once before she tried to merge her private life with the lifestyle but with disastrous results. Can Alex be the one to finally free her from the past and give her the life she longs for?

  Chapter One

  “I told her I’d be coming out to watch her now and then. I hope that’s all right.”

  Coming here? This walking sex machine? She’d need plenty of ice water just to be within ten feet of him. Or maybe it was just that she’d been without sex for so long—by design—that her hormones were running wild. Either way, she’d need to watch herself around Mr. Sex-on-the-Hoof.

  “Of course. We encourage family support, as a matter of fact.” She waited for him to climb back into the truck, but he just stood there, that hot gaze raking over her. “Was there something else?”

  “Sure is. I was wondering if I could talk you into having dinner with me.”

  Dinner? With a man? With this man? Liz wasn’t sure she’d even know how to act anymore. For one thing, when she’d taken over here, she’d put her sex life on hold. She couldn’t afford to have the men here actually see her as a woman. For another, she didn’t exactly have the best track record.

  “Liz?” Alex’s voice broke into internal conversation. “I didn’t think it was such a difficult question.” He chuckled, a sound that hit every one of her nerve endings. “Or that I was so offensive I left you speechless.”

  She shook herself mentally. “Sorry. Actually, sorry twice.

  Once for letting my mind drift and again for saying no. But thanks anyway.”

  He reached out a hand and brushed a few stray hairs off her cheek. “You do have to eat, don’t you?”

  Oh, god, his touch. She was going to embarrass herself by melting into him. She, Liz Gillibrand, the woman they all called Iron Pants. The woman who held a secret close inside her. No, no, no. She needed to get Alex Wright on his way in a hurry.

  “I…uh…usually just grab a quick bite whenever I’m finished out here.” She took two steps backward. “Listen, thanks so much for delivering Jester. I’ll see you when you come to watch Trish.”

  “I’m not giving up on my invitation,” Alex called as he climbed into the truck. “Someplace real nice. You can wear a dress.”

  A dress. Just what she needed. No one within fifty miles of here was ever going to see her soft side again. Nope. Not gonna happen.

  She watched him make a wide, careful turn in the broad gravel parking area and head down the long driveway to the two-lane highway. Dinner with Alex Wright was such a temptation. The problem wasn’t with dating. Dating led to sex, and Liz was sure her brand of sex wouldn’t go over here at all. She could just see Alex “Yummy” Wright head for the hills if she asked him to cuff her to the bed or bend her over the footboard and crop her.

  No, she had to go far afield for her sexual pleasures. The last thing she needed was for word to get out to the men who worked for her that she was a true sexual submissive. She’d never get control of them again. Not to mention the fact that the Lucky L would probably lose most of its clients.

  Conservative people frowned on anything the least bit kinky.

  She’d found that out a long time ago, before she’d come to work for John. And she still remembered the hurt.

  And then there was that one part of her past that had taught her a lesson. A bad one. The inner scars had never really healed, and she was sure her heart was permanently damaged. Too many opportunities for disaster if she gave in to her needs. But holy hell, she sure did miss it.

  Sighing, she walked back into the barn to Jester’s stall, leaning her fo
rearms on the door.

  “Well, girl, I hope I don’t embarrass either of us when that sex god shows up to see you go through your paces.”

  Yes, she’d really have to watch herself there. Alex Wright was the biggest temptation to cross her path in a long, long time.

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