Western Dreams (Rescue Me Saga Extras #1) by Kallypso Masters Page B

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    His cock grew stiff at the thought of seeing his marks on her.
    First, he needed a shower and supper. They walked hand in hand into the house, and he went to the bathroom while Megan finished preparing dinner. He sat down at the table ten minutes later with Megan serving him a hearty bowl of beef stew.
    “Tastes great, baby.” He reached out to tuck a strand of hair that had come loose from her ponytail behind her ear. “Thanks for making it.”
    “Well, you can thank Cassie for the amaranth bread. Luke dropped it off at the house this morning before you two headed out.”
    “Will do—next time I see her.” Possibly more reclusive than Ryder, Luke’s wife preferred being up on her mountain, but she occasionally popped in to see Megan and visit with Chance, the mama dog she and Luke had rescued following the fire up on her mountain. Chance was a working dog and preferred to be here on the ranch. Occasionally, Cassie brought Suyana, one of Chee’s littermates, along to spend time with her mama and Chee.
    They finished supper quickly. Anxious to get out to the barn to play, he helped with the dishes. “Red, after we get the horses settled for the night, I want you to go to the tack room, strip everything off, and wait for me—on your knees wearing only your ankle cuffs and collar.”
    Her hand drifted away from the sink, the sponge dripping water onto her boots. “Yes, Sir.” Her husky voice and dilating pupils conveyed her excitement. She grinned, leaning toward him to place a slow kiss on his lips. When the kiss ended, she said, “I’ve missed playing with you, Sir.”
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    Kneeling in wait on a folded horse blanket, Megan heard Ryder’s boots approaching. She’d put Chance in the house with Chee so as not to upset the protective animal’s mothering instincts. They’d quickly discovered that the dog wanted to come to Megan’s defense whenever Ryder raised an implement to her, interrupting some fun scenes. So it was best not to let Chance be around when they played.
    Megan’s clit throbbed in anticipation. To ground herself, she stared ahead at the eyebolts he’d inserted into the pine plank wall, the ones he usually used to restrain her when they played here.
    She smiled. Her pleasure, too.
    Finally, his long days in the saddle were over—for a while, at least. Apparently, Luke had hurried home to Cassie, too. Newlywed couples didn’t go this long without sex. Both couples had some catching up to do.
    Additional eyebolts had been placed in inconspicuous spots on the floor and walls for the rope and bungee restraints that almost always entered into their play. They grew more adventurous with each scene. She’d noticed the coiled braided leather bullwhip on the worktable the moment she came in here. Did he intend to use it on her, or was he only teasing her with it?
    She’d soon find out. Following his instructions, she’d stripped out of her clothing and wore nothing but her ankle cuffs and play collar while she waited. As she had done every day since they’d moved into their new home, she’d spent part of the afternoon preparing her body for Ryder—showering, shampooing, and shaving. He liked her pubic area trimmed neatly, but not bare.
    Megan melted whenever he took control of her by her short hairs, but not nearly as fast as she did when he pulled the longer ones on her head. She’d brushed the strands to the point of gleaming, letting them cascade in waves down her back, just the way he liked it—initially. If he intended to use an implement on her back, he’d ask her to put it in a ponytail.
    Would he choose the braided flogger or his well-worn riding crop? So much sexual tension had built up these past few days that she would take whatever he wanted, even a little pain, knowing it would lead to intense pleasure.
    The door to the tack room creaked open, ramping up her pulse.
    He walked up behind her and straddled her legs with his, pulling her against his erection.