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  “Like what? Like this.” He yanked her T-shirt from the waistband of her jeans, slid his hands along her rib cage to where her breasts were cupped in the satin of her bra and pinched her nipples. Hard.

  Zoe sucked in a breath as pain shot straight to her pussy and her inner muscles clenched.

  Wade stood so close his breath fanned her skin, his eyes boring into hers. He pinched harder, watching for her reaction.

  “Is…that what you…like?” she asked between ragged gasps for air.

  He pulled his hands away, his gaze scorching her. As she dangled on the tips of her toes, he yanked her hair as he’d done the day before, twisting it in his hand again, and brought his lips down to hers in a ferocious kiss. And just as he’d done earlier, his tongue attacked her mouth like a marauder, stoking the fire blazing inside her.

  Her swollen nipples throbbed, her breasts ached for his touch, and her panties were so soaked she was sure he could smell her musk. Her pulse pounded and her blood roared through her veins. She wanted him with a need so intense it frightened her.

  “I’d love to strip you naked and smack the hell out of that nice round ass of yours until it’s bright red,” he rumbled. “Tease your cunt until you’re ready to come then leave you until I decide to let you have your climax. Maybe for hours.”

  His words alone ignited a series of tremors racing through her, and the slow beat of a building climax echoed in her womb.

  Ohmigod!

  Zoe bit her bottom lip, hard, to get her body under control. Her arms were beginning to ache from the strain on them as were the rest of her muscles. But she was shaken to discover the discomfort only fueled the desire building rapidly inside her. She was completely helpless, unable to resist whatever Wade chose to do to her or with her and more excited than she could ever remember being.

  He unsnapped her jeans and lowered the zipper, sliding his hand inside her panties until he reached her cunt. His strong fingers spread the lips of her pussy, finding her clit and rubbing it with short strokes. His hand still gripped her hair, holding it like a rope around his fingers, while with the other he stroked her clit. Little spasms rippled through her, a combination of his touch and the complete helplessness of her situation.

  Ohgodohgodohgod.

  Then, without warning, he yanked his hand from her panties, straightened her T-shirt and reached up to release the rope. Her inner walls pulsed with need, and when he settled her back on her feet, she wasn’t sure her legs would hold her. This was it? He was going to leave her like this, aroused and needy?

  Her hands trembled as she tucked her T-shirt back into her jeans, fastened the snap and pulled up the zipper. She didn’t know where to focus her eyes. On Wade? On her feet?

  “Look at me, Zoe,” he demanded, his voice strained. He took her hand and slapped it against his fly where she could feel his thick cock straining for freedom. “What I just did is only a sliver of what I like. Feel how it turns me on? There are things I do that would send you running from me, screaming. I’m in charge, Zoe. Always. I like women who enjoy pain. Who enjoy obedience.” His mouth was only a breath away from hers again. “Who trust me to control their pleasure.”

  “I—” She couldn’t seem to make her mouth work.

  He dropped her hand, stepped back, and unlocked the door. “That’s not for you. I’m not for you, so don’t make this into something it’s not. If you see me coming, run like hell in the opposite direction.” He started to walk away then stopped and turned back. “Go home. Go back to San Antonio. We’re done here.”

  Then he was gone, leaving Zoe weak and shaking. She dropped to the bench against the wall of the tack room, closing her eyes as she struggled for composure. Her body still vibrated with the need for a climax, and her brain was busy trying to sort things out.

  What just happened? What in god’s name came over me? And why was I so turned on?

  She was sophisticated enough to know about BDSM, but only through the erotic romances she read. No one she’d ever dated had been involved in any aspect of it, nor did she personally know anyone who was. But that had to be what he was giving her a taste of, right?

  She raked her trembling fingers through her hair. And what about the ranch? Was this whole thing just a performance to frighten her off so he could sell the ranch? So she wouldn’t try to stop him? Had he gone to such extremes because he hated her so much, just as he hated everything and everyone connected to Big Spur?

  She sat there for a long time, sick to her stomach, her thoughts whirling. But as the minutes ticked by, every other feeling was replaced by a steadily growing anger. Little girl? He had the nerve to call her little girl? And to think he could disdain her and scare her away? Which lead her back to her earlier question. What in hell was that place he ran to every night?

  Tonight, she’d find out. She’d be dressed, with makeup even, and ready to roll as soon as he left. Since she already had the location, she didn’t need to trail him, just give him enough time to get far enough ahead of her.

  Pushing herself to her feet, she pulled in a deep breath and let it out slowly. Then she headed to her house to take a very cold shower.

  Chapter Four

  By the time Zoe pulled into the parking lot at what she was calling the building with no name, the lot was three quarters full. She parked in a spot some distance from Wade’s SUV, checked her makeup one last time in the mirror, and climbed out of her car. Not knowing exactly what kind of place this was, she’d chosen not to take a purse tonight. Instead, she had her identification and some money in a little wristlet. She had enough cash to buy a drink, if this was a bar, and her usual twenty dollar bill for emergencies. She hoped that would be enough.

  A bell was set into the stucco next to the carved door, and she depressed it with a finger almost steady. When the door opened, a tall, very muscular man stood in the opening, his body filling the space and blocking her view.

  “May I help you?” His deep voice had a very courteous but remote tone to it.

  “Yes.” She wished her mouth wasn’t suddenly so dry. “I would like to come inside, please.”

  One corner of his mouth tried to hitch up in a smile. “Of course. Are you on the list?”

  She frowned. “The list?” Damn!

  “Yes.” The smile still played at his lips. “Or a guest pass?”

  Guest pass. Well, didn’t she just feel too stupid.

  “No, I’m sorry.” She flashed her best smile at him. “But I’d like to apply for one. Can I do that?”

  The man studied her as if memorizing her features. “If you have a reference, you could have them call here and make the request for you.”

  She was feeling more stupid and irritated by the moment. Smoothing her hands down the thin material of her dress, she lifted to her tiptoes and tried to see over the man’s shoulder. With a movement so casual it hardly seemed to happen, he moved enough to keep her view of the interior blocked.

  “I saw a friend of mine come in here,” she told him, giving him another taste of her smile. “If I could just come in and find him, I know he’d vouch for me.”

  “If your friend has a cell phone, perhaps you could call him and explain your situation. Then he or she can make the arrangements for you.”

  “But—”

  The man glanced over her shoulder, and she turned to see a couple standing behind her. She’d been so focused, she hadn’t heard them approach. Her eyes widened as she looked at them. The woman was wearing sandals with stiletto heels, a very short leather skirt, and a halter top with a wool stole to ward off the evening chill. The man was also dressed in leather—pants and a vest and a soft-looking jacket.

  “I’ll be right with you,” the man told them. He looked directly at Zoe. “I’m sorry. If you contact your friend, I’m sure we can be of more help to you next time. But for now, I’ll have to ask you to leave.”

  She knew when she’d hit a wall.

  “Thank you for your time,” she told him and moved away.
r />   She walked a few feet then turned quickly, hoping to catch a glimpse of the interior when the door opened wider to admit the couple. But the man was good. He blocked everything with his body as he shifted just enough to let the couple enter. Then the door closed with definite finality.

  Now what?

  Zoe knew she should just go home, but the stubborn streak that made her so successful in her job also made her do stupid things in her personal life. Curling up in the front seat of her car, she cracked the window enough to get a little fresh air and settled down to wait. She had no idea how long Wade would be inside or what she’d do when he came out, but she couldn’t make herself leave.

  A long time passed, close to two hours. People arrived and left but no Wade. When her legs cramped, she got out of her car to stretch them and became a victim of bad timing. She was just walking back to her car when the door to the building opened and Wade strode out. She stopped where she was, caught like a deer in the headlights.

  Before she could make herself act, he had her in his familiar rough grip. For a brief moment, she was back in the tack room, his hands all over her, her arms stretched over her head, and the pulse in her cunt woke up.

  Not now.

  Not when Wade’s face was a mask of anger.

  “What the fuck are you doing here, little girl?”

  It was her turn to be angry. “I am not a little girl, Wade Cameron, so stop calling me that.”

  “Okay, then a stupid one. Why are you out here in the parking lot? You look like you’re trolling for trouble.”

  “I was trying to get into that building there,” she snapped. “I wanted to see what was so damn interesting that you hightail it here every night.”

  His eyes widened. “Have you been following me, Zoe?”

  She was smart enough to realize that, no matter what her answer was, it wouldn’t be good enough. “I was just curious. If you weren’t so secretive—”

  “I’m not accountable to you for where I go or what I do.”

  “You’re trying to steal my half of Big Spur out from under me. That gives me rights here.”

  “Rights? What the fuck?” His grip tightened on her arms. “Get in your car. We’ll talk about this when we get home.”

  “Unless you want to answer some questions for me, I have nothing to say to you.”

  She managed to pull herself together enough to tear away from him and get in her car. She could see him in the parking lot, watching her, as she cranked the ignition and pulled out onto the road. She had no idea how she managed to get home, except her body was on autopilot. So many questions were spinning around in her mind she couldn’t think straight.

  Regardless of what he said, tonight wasn’t the time to have this out with him. Not when he was so irate. She’d just go on down to her own place and hope that by morning he simmered down.

  But she wasn’t letting it drop. And it had less to do with the Big Spur situation and more to do with her curiosity about his sexual predilections. She was convinced, especially after seeing how that one couple was dressed, that the place had something to do with that.

  She left her car in the gravel parking area rather than taking the time to pull into the garage. Taking off her shoes, she hurried past the barns to her house. Once inside, she closed and locked the door and leaned against it. Wade would probably have a fit that she wasn’t waiting for him but too bad. She planned to have some control over the situation when they had their talk.

  She started toward her bedroom when she heard booted footsteps on her porch and heavy pounding shook her front door.

  “God damn it, Zoe, open up,” Wade shouted. “Open this door before I break it down.”

  Her heart rate speeded up, as did her pulse. Maybe if she waited long enough, he’d get the hint and go away.

  “I mean it,” he yelled. “You want me to wake up Will and the hands, standing out here like this? Want to explain that to them?”

  She tossed her shoes to the side, swallowed hard, and opened the door.

  He was inside in a flash, slamming the door shut and spinning her around so he pinned her against it.

  “You are driving me nuts,” Wade told her through gritted teeth. He was breathing heavily and took a moment to settle himself. “You want to know what I do at night? What that place is? It’s a very private bondage club that hardly anyone knows about. I go there because I can enjoy the kind of sex I like. Didn’t the little taste you got today satisfy you enough?”

  Lust battled with fury inside him.

  Zoe’s lips moved but no sound came out.

  “Well?” he prompted.

  He prided himself on his control in all areas of his life, yet Zoe just shredded it, time after time. Maybe he was losing his mind.

  “I want you to know I’ve never touched a woman in anger before you,” he said in a measured tone. “You’ve cast some kind of spell on me. That’s the only thing I can think of. I deliberately leave the ranch to keep myself from doing things to you that we’ll both regret, but damn it, enough is enough. You want to know what I do, Zoe? Then take off your clothes.” He let go of her and backed away. “And do it slowly. Very slowly.”

  He watched her debate with herself, uncertainty and desire at war in her eyes. He waited. She had two choices. She could do as he ordered or she could just tell him to go to hell. But if she did the latter, that would be the sign he needed and he’d get the hell away from Zoe and the ranch on the next plane, because he didn’t think he could stay away from her and what she offered scared him shitless.

  His gaze took in the long-sleeved dress of thin silky material, elastic at the waist with a skirt short enough that it stopped a good three inches above her knees. The neckline dipped in a vee to her cleavage, and little buttons marched down the front. Her fingers trembled as she opened them one at a time, her eyes never leaving his face.

  With his eyes glued to her, he dropped into one of the big armchairs, rested one booted foot on the opposite knee, and sat back to watch. When the dress was unbuttoned to the waist, she lifted the hem and pulled the garment over her head, tossing it onto the couch. That left her standing in a very skimpy silk thong and matching bra.

  “Everything,” Wade prompted. “All of it.”

  He held his breath as she hesitated a moment before she unhooked her bra and added it to the heap that was her dress. But when she hooked her thumbs in the band of her thong, her hands seemed to freeze in place.

  “I said everything.” He might look relaxed, but every muscle in his body was tense, every nerve firing. His cock was throbbing with painful intensity.

  Zoe shimmied the miniscule garment down her legs, stepped out of it, and dropped it on top of her other clothing.

  “Now come here,” he ordered. “Right over here.”

  He saw the questions in her eyes as she walked to him. He guessed she was wondering what he would do first. What he wanted next. She was already so wet he could see moisture on her inner thighs. He licked his lips in anticipation of her taste.

  You’re an idiot for doing this, Cameron. Zoe is the kind of woman who wants things you can never give her.

  But maybe I can have them once. Just for a little while.

  And maybe you can screw yourself over completely.

  Enough. He shut down his brain.

  “Do you know what BDSM is, Zoe?”

  She nodded.

  “I discovered years ago that this was the kind of sex I enjoyed. And not just for the physical act itself, but for what it brought to the relationship.” He studied her face as if searching for answers. “I like it hard and I like it rough. And I like a woman who is as into it as I am. Do you understand what I’m saying?”

  She nodded, wordless.

  “I know you don’t believe me, but this is going to be much more than you can handle. Than you want to handle. But damn it, you’ve pushed me so hard I have to have you.” Wade dropped his foot to the floor and sat forward. “You’ve been a very bad girl, Zoe. Driving m
e crazy about this ranch. Asking me to forget things I don’t want to remember. And for that you should be punished. Come closer”

  For a moment, he thought she’d refuse. Say to hell with him. But then he smiled with satisfaction as, like a good sub, she followed his instructions.

  He wrapped his fingers around both of her wrists, tightening his grip until he saw a tiny flash of pain in her eyes.

  “Too much for you? If it is—”

  “No.” She nearly shouted the word then took in a breath. “No. It’s not.”

  He pulled her to stand between his thighs. “This isn’t a game, little girl. It will be interesting to see how much pain you really can tolerate.”

  Her body shivered beneath his touch. He’d thought to chase her away with this, but now he hoped what she felt was desire for him rather than fear.

  What if she found out things about herself she’d never known? What if he unleashed a monster?

  Don’t think about that. Protect yourself. Zoe Hampton is a forever kind of woman and you are not that kind of man. She’s not for you so get this out of the way once and for all.

  Before she could object he bent her over his lap, head down, one of his legs locking both of hers in place. One hand rested on her neck, preventing her from lifting her head while the other probed between her thighs.

  “Damn, you are wet. Soaked.” He gave a rough laugh. “I’ll bet you’re still horny from this afternoon. Who would have thought good girl Zoe would get so turned on by pain.” He drew his slicked fingers up through the crevice of her ass, pausing briefly to touch the tight ring of her anus.

  She clenched her buttock muscles in response.

  “Ever been fucked here, little girl? Had a butt plug inserted to stretch you?”

  God, how he wanted this. Who was he tormenting, her or himself? He’d started this to scare her off, only he had a feeling he’d be the one who wanted to run.

  Her shoulder rested against his fly, pressing against his swollen cock. Did she like this? He loved anal sex, but what if Zoe didn’t want it?

  Well, smartass, isn’t that why you’re doing this?