Newmar, Lola - Devlin's Beast [Scarlett Rose and the Seven Longhorns 5] (Siren Publishing LoveXtreme Forever) by Lola Newmar

fingertips. “Oh!” she cried out as she bucked against his touch. She wanted him to do that to her again, but she needed him to not touch her as softly this time. Seeming to read her mind while simultaneously still knowing just how to keep her on her erotic toes, he roughly captured her nipple in his lips and sucked hard. The pleasure/pain had her seeing stars for a quick moment, her orgasm already echoing in the far distance when he hadn’t even penetrated her yet.
    Then suddenly, he pulled away as quickly as he’d started. “Rule three,” he stated nonchalantly. He licked his full, blushing lips, and she wanted more than anything at that very moment to stand up and shove her juicy pussy against his tempting mouth then grind against those wet lips until she came all over his talented tongue. “When we are together in this club, you are to submit to me and go at the pace that I command of you.”
    She silently scoffed. So much for her cowboy-face-attack fantasy she’d hoped to act out. Knowing it was unlikely any fantasy of hers would go unfulfilled once she’d spent one-on-one time with all her longhorn-shifter mates, she decided to be a good sport and push her dominatrix cravings aside for this particular trip to Whipped Cream.
    “Unless you are using your safe word,” he continued, “you are to do what I say when I say it and how I say it.” He brushed her swollen clit with his fingers again. “Understood?”
    “Oh, yes,” she moaned as her lids began to drift closed.
    “That brings me to the last rule, Scarlett.” He lifted her body off his lap and set her on her unstable feet. He drove her crazy with all this teasing, and she felt the urge to slap him for it. She clasped her hands behind her back instead. Better not to get a spanking before she even had a chance to take a step out of the room.
    “Yes, Devlin?”
    “You are to address me as Master.”

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    Before Brock could even raise his finger in the air for the bartender, a double Glenlivet on the rocks, no fruit, was quickly placed in front of him.
    “I apologize for not having it ready sooner, Master Brock,” the tall college boy behind the bar stated with his eyes turned down and his head slightly dipped in submission.
    “Relax, Joshua.” Brock took the entire drink down in three gulps then motioned for another. “That’s why I made you a bartender, to ensure you get laid, thus ensuring you…relax.” He smiled at Joshua, who very nervously smiled back as he handed Brock his next drink. It was his routine to chug the first then very slowly sip the rest of his drinks for the rest of his night.
    A pair of small, cool hands reached under his pant leg. He looked down to see his two blonde subs, Melody and Molly, looking up at him from where she sat at his feet. “Master Brock,” Melody addressed. Then they both returned their gazes to the floor once he made it clear she had his attention. “Master Devlin Lenox approaches.”
    Brock looked over his right shoulder just in time to see Devlin approach. As he looked him over, he realized the tall, dark cowboy was no doubt one of the club’s sexiest Doms. He wore black leather pants like a second skin, and his leather vest flaunted his large arms, letting every sub know he wasn’t one to fuck with lightly.
    A soft groan came from below. He looked down to see his other sub, Mitchell, tuck his chin into his chest, his shoulders slumped in sadness. Mitchell had obviously noticed Brock’s reaction to the tall drink of sweet tea walking over.
    “No need for that, pet,” he reassured him as he reached down and stroked his head. “Just scoping out the scenery, is all.”
    He looked straight into Devlin’s soft mint-green eyes, and there was no mistaking the concern he saw there. Being the owner of a hardcore BDSM club had taught him to quickly recognize that please-help-me look all too often thrown his way on a daily basis. Hell, sometimes he’d swear it was hourly.
    “Shouldn’t you