Dane's Restraint (4 page)

Her pussy clenched with longing. “And what if I want sweet, cuddly sex instead of domination?”

He leaned forward and licked her lower lip. “Baby, we can do it any way you like.”

“Fine, but I’m in charge.” She poked a finger in his chest to hide the fact her knees trembled. “Me. I am the alpha. So get your sex toys and sexy underwear and get your ass to my cabin.” She lifted her chin. “I have to spend some time with the bridal party, but I expect you to be there after dinner.”

With that, she turned on her heel and hightailed it back to the group. Where had that come from? Had she really just ordered Dane to do her bidding? She’d never been so forward, so bold, so amazingly assertive in her life. And it felt damn good. She hoped her outsides looked calm because inside she was a nervous shaking mess.

A burst of laughter escaped Sara’s lips, but she quickly covered it with her hand.

Ready or not…

****

Sara prepped at the cabin. She unearthed the goody bag and used the top of the dresser to set up a display of the toys she wanted to use. Vibrators, silk scarves for restraints, massage oil of various flavors. Then she strategically placed candles around the room for ambience.

Those tasks took up all of an hour. She still had several hours before dinner. Damn, why hadn’t she told him to come after lunch? To kill some time, she took a walking tour of the ranch. She’d already seen the stables, so she went in the opposite direction toward the pond.

The property was rolling hills and wildflowers of yellows, whites, pinks and purples, outlined with groves of trees. A herd of about a dozen longhorn cattle grazed along the gravel entry road. A pickup towing a wagon full of hay rambled up the winding drive leaving a wake of dust. She smiled and waved to the weathered cowboy as he drove by. Nerves for the upcoming evening were chased away by the serene stillness of the ranch. The warm breeze caressed her.

At the bank of the pond, she sank to the plush grass and drew her knees to her chest. Dragonflies buzzed the water lilies, and she dropped her chin to her knees.

What was she doing with Dane, really? She didn’t know a thing about seducing anyone. Just ask Ben. Though did one have to have the skill to seduce? Wasn’t it really about instinct, doing what felt good and right, and showing your partner that you could make them feel good as well?

Dane’s touch made her body scream with pleasure. He turned her on with one sly grin. She could still feel those hot palms against her waist. She wanted him. This evening couldn’t get here fast enough.

All through school, she’d been tormented and bullied for being the daughter of a stripper. Kids used to tease her that she worked at her dad’s club after school, that she was a hooker. She stopped counting the number of guys who asked her out in hopes of an easy lay. When she finally started dating in college, she’d met Ben and brought him home to meet her parents. She thought he was different. He came across as caring and loving. He wasn’t pushy when it came to sex.

It wasn’t until later that she found out he’d been telling his friends how cold she was in bed, and that the only reason he stuck around so long was because he knew she’d use her parents’ connections to get him into the swingers’ scene.

She loved sex and had no problem being adventurous with her partner to a point, but she didn’t want to share. Unfortunately, she found, with Ben, she didn’t feel safe to open up that side of herself.

Dane, however, had an air about him that said trust me. And she was looking forward to a mutual adventure.

****

Blaze shifted impatiently, and Dane reached down to pat his neck. He’d stopped at the edge of the tree line the second he’d seen Sara sitting at the side of the small pond.

Earlier he’d chuckled as she walked away. He’d been sure it would piss Sara off to know he thought she was the cutest damn alpha he’d ever encountered. She was no virgin, but no way was he convinced she was as worldly as she tried to portray. He’d figured the next few days would prove interesting. She wanted experience, and he wanted to be her teacher. Even if that meant giving over a little control.

He’d wondered what would she think if he showed up with his box of restraints and toys? She was a sweet, beautiful walking contradiction. He’d planned to show her how to have both control and seduction and couldn’t wait to get started.

Now, his heart tugged at the lost little girl look on her face as she stared at the water, and he was more drawn to her than he wanted to admit. Again, Blaze shifted and sighed.

“Somebody has it bad.”

Dane groaned and ignored his brother who reined his gelding to a stop. “Go ’way, Dusty.”

Dustin grinned and readjusted his hat. “Come on, little brother. No need to be so pissy. I thought you might need a little loo-oove advice.”

Dane huffed. “If I need love advice, I’ll talk to Mom and Pop, not my romantically dysfunctional sibling.”

Dustin clutched his chest. “That hurts. I’ll have you know I am perfectly functional in romance.”

“Yeah? How’s the reunion with Shannon coming?”

Dustin scowled. “It’s fine. We’re just wonderful.” He clucked to Willie, and they headed back toward the house without another word.

Dane looked back at Sara, fighting the urge to join her. Again she sat alone, pensive as she had by the fire. Whatever it was, tonight he would make sure to chase all troubled thoughts away and get her to focus on letting loose.

****

Sara checked her watch. Dinner was in an hour, which gave her just enough time to shower and make herself sexy for Dane.

No. This is not about him, dammit. This is about you spreading your wings and being a temporary wild child. You aren’t supposed to care what he thinks
.

Right, like it was that easy to shut off her emotions.

The scowl on her face marred the reflection in the mirror. She lifted her chin and plastered a smile on her lips. She could do this. She could be a take charge woman, the kind who had men drooling at her feet. Dane would succumb to her wishes and be her sex slave, and when she was done having fun, she would leave the ranch and never look back.

Good luck with that,
a little voice whispered in her head. With a sigh, she shook her head and left the cabin.

Take it one step at a time. Eat dinner, make your escape, and worry about Dane when you see him
.

Sara stepped into the lodge and surveyed the bustling dining room. So far, she had not seen Dane, which was good because she had that much more time to bolster her courage.

She jumped in line for the buffet and filled her plate with baked chicken and scalloped potatoes, then scanned the room and found her cousins sitting at a long table near the wooden staircase. She crept up behind Bridgette and gave her side a poke.

Her cousin startled and squealed. Then she smacked Sara on the arm. “’Bout time you got here, brat.”

Sara laughed and returned a hug.

Shannon stood and grabbed her in a hug as well. “You came out of hiding so I’m guessing things are going well.”

Sara blushed and bit her lip. “I have not been hiding. I’ve been here.”

“Yeah, like a ghost, that one,” Bridgette added. “There one minute, running the next.”

Bridgette patted the seat next to her and Sara squeezed in. “I think that’s the first time I’ve seen you eat since you got here.”

“Whatever,” Sara scoffed and took a bite of chicken. “Mmm. That’s really good.” She downed a few more bites.

Conversation flowed around her, and while she added a few words here and there, mostly she concentrated on eating to calm the tornadoes in her stomach. When the plate was clean and she noticed Bridgette was done eating, she said, “Hey, can I steal you for a minute?”

Bridgette followed her outside. “What’s up?”

She chewed on her lip. “You know I love you, and I’m all about partying with the girls.” She held her hands up. “But here’s the deal. I am kinda kidnapping Dane Dumen tonight and…”

Bridgette snorted a laugh. “Really? You, too? I can’t believe all of my cousins are hooking up with these damn Dumens. Must be hung like horses.” She sighed. “And I suppose you’re going to spend the entire weekend screwing like rabbits?”

Sara put her hands on her hips. “Not the entire weekend, no. I promise I will be there for the bachelorette dinner. Can’t wait for penis cake.”

Bridgette pinned her with a mock glare. “You better be.”

She squealed and kissed her cousin on the cheek. “You’re the best.”

“Yeah, yeah. I’d better be the first person invited to all your weddings,” she grumbled and walked back into the dining hall.

“Why do people keep saying that?” The door closed, cutting her off from the crowd. She shrugged and headed toward the cabin.

Operation Dane is now in effect
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Chapter Four

Sara’s heart raced in her chest, and her hands trembled. The closer she got to the cabin, the closer she got to a night of fulfilled fantasy. She rounded the corner and skidded to a stop. Dane sat on the porch railing, leaning against the post. He wore baggy worn jeans and a mint green T-shirt that stretched across his massive chest and arms. Her mouth watered. Damn, he was sexy.

“Uh, hi.” Crap. That wasn’t confident.

His light gaze raked over her body, lingering briefly on her exposed cleavage. Fire lit the topaz orbs, and she was glad she’d worn the red sundress with plunging neckline.

“Hi.” He held up a bottle of wine and a small cardboard box. “I came prepared.”

Fueled by the heat in his eyes, she walked up the steps and stopped when they were toe to toe. Lifting her chin, she stared into his eyes, praying he couldn’t see the nerves and doubt lingering. Reaching up, she placed a bold kiss to his lips.

“Glad to see you’re punctual.” She brushed past him and fumbled inserting the key into the lock.

Dane pressed against her back, one arm snaked around her waist, his hot, moist breath tickling the delicate skin of her nape. With his free hand, he reached around and opened the front door. He guided her inside and closed the door behind them, depositing the wine and box on the floor next to the bed.

Sara turned in his arms and backed him against the wooden door. Their mouths fused on a groan, and his large hands cupped her ass. She stretched up on the tips of her toes to bring them groin to groin. God, he was hard, and she couldn’t wait to get him inside her.

Dane lifted her, and she locked her legs around his waist. The instant he kissed her, nerves fled. All that was left was confidence and blazing desire.

She ran her tongue along his straight, even teeth, then sucked his lower lip into her mouth. He tore his lips away and attacked her neck with nibbles and licks. Her head dropped back allowing him better access to her throat.

One of his hands slid from her hips under her skirt and along the crack of her ass. A finger slipped along the crease to her pussy. The long digit entered her slit, and she gasped. His finger stretched and filled her, touching her G-spot.

“I want you so fucking bad,” she moaned.

He withdrew the finger, set her on her feet, and slid the zipper of her sundress down. The dress fell to the floor in a flowered pool. With an eager kick, she sent it flying across the room to land in the corner.

“Beautiful,” he murmured, trailing his hands over her shoulders to palm her bare breasts. He lifted the mounds and pressed a kiss on each swell of pale skin. Dane shucked his clothes, then guided her to the bed. “Flip over to your stomach.”

She peered at him warily. “Why?”

“You’re so suspicious. I thought you could use a little massage to help you relax.” He grabbed a bottle from the box on the floor.

Anticipation made her anxious. A massage? No, she didn’t want a massage. She wanted his dick inside her. Still, she folded her arms under her chin and turned her head to the side to watch his reflection in the dresser mirror. He read the label, then set the bottle on the nightstand.

“Happy?” Flat on her stomach, her ass was totally exposed, but she didn’t feel scared. Just excited.

“Much better.” He picked up the bottle again and squeezed a dollop of the liquid on his palm. He rubbed his hands together, then smoothed the oil over her shoulders.

His hands were magic. Fingers glided down her back, tracing the curve of her hip. He caressed her shoulders, coaxing the knots from her muscles. She moaned, arching into his touch, and gave a soft gasp of pleasure when the tips of his fingers brushed the sides of her breasts.

Using his thumbs, he made tiny circle motions down her spine, pausing to massage the dimples at the lowest point on her back. Her toes curled into the sheets in pleasure, echoing the heat swirling in her pussy. He squeezed and rubbed, kneaded and soothed until her muscles were jelly.

Though her limbs were relaxed, her skin buzzed with anticipation of his touch.

Dane switched spots to kneel between her knees. Through the mirror, she watched him trace a finger down her spine. Her clit twitched and her hips rose from the bed as he slipped a finger along the crack of her ass and down to her slit. He teased her pussy but quickly withdrew, and she moaned in protest.

She stretched her arm back and tried to rub his thigh. He smacked her ass, and she gasped even as the skin tingled from the impact. “What’d you do that for?”

“You’ve got a beautiful ass that demands attention.”

“So you thought the best attention was to spank me?”

His response was another slap. “Be still and keep quiet until I’m done with you.”

“Hey, I’m supposed to be the one in charge.” She scowled at his arrogant reflection.

“You wanted a weekend fling, something to remember. I will give you every experience you desire, and more.”

She rolled so she was partially on her back. “And what if I don’t want this type of experience?”

Dane sat back on his haunches. “I won’t do anything you don’t want.” He brushed the back of her calve with his knuckles. “Anytime you want to me to stop just say ‘cucumber.’ That’s your safeword.”