Wilde Surrender

The Brothers of Wilde, Nevada 5

Wilde Surrender Jessie cannot deny her feelings for Austin Wilde. His overwhelming dominance intrigues and frightens her, but she can’t see any kind of forever with him. Her determination to go the distance with his demands thrills Austin. With each of her sweet acts of submission, the hardness around his soul melts away. He’s watched her shed her city girl notions and embrace the quirks of his childhood town. He knows she’s the one woman who can truly bring him and his four brothers together. But time is running out to get Jessie to say yes to his proposal. Will the darkness in Wilde extinguish all hope for them before she does?

NOTE! You are purchasing Siren's newest serialized imprint, the LoveXtreme Forever Series. This is Book 5 of 6 in the The Brothers of Wilde, Nevada collection. These books are not stand alone. Each is a continuation of the previous book and must be read in the numbered order. Each book may end on a cliffhanger but usually with a happy-for-now for the heroine and one or more men. The final book contains a happily forever after for the heroine and all her men. Genre: Contemporary, Ménage a Trois/Quatre, Western/Cowboys Length: 25,085 words

WILDE SURRENDER The Brothers of Wilde, Nevada 5

Chloe Lang

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WILDE SURRENDER The Brothers of Wilde, Nevada 5 CHLOE LANG Copyright © 2011

Chapter One Standing in the hallway that served as passage for the offices of The Masters’ Chambers, Jessie Greene clung to her purse like a life raft, but her shaking didn’t ease up. The closed door mocked her even though surrounding her were the very protective Wilde brothers— Jackson, Phoenix, Dallas, and Denver. All four of the men had professed their love to her over the past few weeks, and she’d fallen completely head over heels for each of them. But they weren’t the cause of her current nervousness. The person responsible for her violent trembles was on the other side of that oak door. Austin Wilde. With her job finished in Wilde, Nevada and the culprit for the accidents at the mine on the run, her boss had agreed to her request for time off. But what she was considering wasn’t going to be like any vacation she’d ever taken. Once she actually entered Austin’s office, there would be no going back. Jackson, who had been her first, cupped her chin. “Darlin’, you don’t have to do this.” He wore a tight black shirt and Levi’s, revealing his muscled powerhouse underneath the fabric. Normally lighthearted, tonight

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Jackson’s piercing blue eyes held only concern. “That’s right, lil’ bro.” Phoenix stroked her hair. “Sweetheart, just say the word and we’re outta here.” The intensity in his hazel eyes caused her to blink. Greek god or cowboy? Either way, with Phoenix being the tallest of the brothers and with his ripped frame, she always felt totally protected next to him. Jessie took a deep breath and considered the two youngest brothers’ suggestion, recalling what had brought her to this very moment. After she’d learned that Austin’s intentions had always been to leave Wilde and the entire family behind, she and the four had concocted the plan to get her ready to win their reluctant eldest brother over. Denver’s coaching in the nuances of BDSM play had been amazing, but there was so much more to learn. But Austin’s sudden appearance at her first attempt of public exhibition had cut her training short. Had she and the brothers been too naive? With Austin clearly pissed about the situation, why should she take his offer to be with him exclusively for an entire week? The answer was obvious to her. Because the men she loved so much adored their brother, and she had only this break, hopefully a lucky one, to keep them and Austin together. Dallas hit the wall, and the accompanying bang pulled Jessie from her thoughts and her attention to him. He vibrated with an anger that set her on edge. Not wearing his white cowboy hat tonight, he reminded her of a military juggernaut with his shaved head and sunsoaked muscles. “Dallas, my state is green.” She hoped her words would calm him. “I doubt that.” Dallas didn’t uncurl his fists. “Besides, Austin has no right to ask this of you now, love.” “You’re right, bro.” Denver’s face darkened as he looked at the time shown on his cell. “Austin will just have to wait until you have more training. If he doesn’t like it, then so be it.” He turned to her.

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She stared into Denver’s eyes, which strangely looked grayish instead of their familiar pale blue. He leaned in and kissed her, settling some of her nerves but still making her toes curl. When their kiss ended, Denver’s gaze made her tremble. She touched his cheek with the scar that didn’t detract one iota from his handsome face. Actually, it enhanced his male beauty. Jessie realized that they were all willing to forgo attempting to bring Austin into the fold just so she could feel safe. Their selflessness and devotion to her deepened her love even more for each of them, filling her up with courage to follow through with the plan. “Guys, I must do this.” Denver placed his hands on her shoulders. “I love you, Jessie, but this is way too much to ask of you.” “I love you, too.” She turned to the other three. “I love you all, very much.” I’m going to do this for my four cowboys. “I’m perfectly calm,” Jessie fibbed. “Not by a long shot, angel.” Phoenix shook his head, and she knew he was right. Austin had been a thorn in Jessie’s side since she’d come to investigate the Wilde mine, yet thoughts of the eldest brother had swirled inside her from the very moment she’d met him. Then after learning about how plural marriages worked in their family, she couldn’t get the tall, dark, and oh-my-God gorgeous man out of her head. When Austin had made it clear moments ago that she must report to his office at The Masters’ Chambers in five minutes or she’d lose any chance to be with him, her mind had started swirling like stormy gusts. Now, internal hurricane winds blasted her every thought. She tried to sound confident. “So what if I’m nervous? No big deal.” “Wrong,” Dallas stated gruffly. “A very big deal.” “Guys, we’ve already come this far. I have to go the final lap alone. It’s now or never.” Feeling like Little Red Riding Hood, she

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knocked on the door and braced herself. A second later and the Big Bad Wolf, wearing a black cowboy hat, occupied the doorway. Austin Wilde filled the threshold with his presence, his eyes staring at her with a cold ferocity. Though her four men didn’t leave her side, there wasn’t an inch of her, inside or out, that wasn’t shivering. Austin raised an eyebrow. “It’s still not too late to change your mind, Ms. Greene.” She was well aware that she was crossing that metaphorical line of sand Austin had drawn. Reining in her fear, she folded her arms over her chest. “Not happening.” Jessie pulled away from Austin’s brothers and took a step closer to him. Then she stopped and looked back at her four cowboys. Their eyes were filled with concern for her. I must make this work. “Relax, guys. I’m going to be perfectly fine.” “Austin, this really pisses me off.” Jackson’s tone let her know how much. “It should, lil’ bro.” Austin seemed completely calm. Nothing about his demeanor gave her a clue into what he thought about all of this, unlike earlier when she’d revealed what she knew about him being tied to the tree so long ago. Then, his rage had boiled to the surface. He obviously didn’t care for being manipulated, which was exactly what she and his brothers had attempted. Now, he was neutral as a Swiss diplomat. She hoped it was a pretense and that he really did want to give her a chance. Jessie loosened her grip on her purse. Even though the facts had proven Austin had nothing to do with the attempts on her life, the brooding, sexy cowboy still made her very uneasy. “Forget this.” Dallas stepped forward and pulled her to his side, away from Austin. “Enough, Dallas and the rest of you.” It was time to start acting like the woman she’d become being with the Wilde brothers. Nothing

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else mattered. “I’m going with your brother.” Jessie wiggled free of Dallas’s hold. “I’ll talk to you in seven days.” “You’re more than I could’ve ever imagined, sugar.” Denver stepped next to her, leaned down, and kissed her. Then he nodded, and turned to Austin. “You best—” “I’m done debating this. She’s said yes. She isn’t wearing a collar, and she’s agreed to submit to me.” Austin grabbed her hand and pulled her next to him, causing her heartbeats to race. “Cool it.” Denver glared at his eldest brother. “Why are you rushing this? You know she’s not ready.” “I’ll be the judge of whether Jessie’s ready or not. If you don’t want me to take her with me, now’s the time to speak up, brothers.” He waited but never loosened his hold on her. Jessie could tell her cowboys were struggling to remain silent. Using only her eyes, she pleaded with the four to not take their eldest brother’s offer. Too much had happened to not go through with this now. “Okay.” Austin turned to her. “Let’s do this.” A sudden bout of butterflies filled her up. “I—” “Quiet.” He glared at her with his dark, piercing eyes with a look that clearly demanded obedience. His intensity flustered her, causing her to blink. She chewed her lip, holding back her words. Was it too late to run to the other brothers and forget Austin’s offer? No. Her four lovers stood right in front of her, ready to whisk her to safety away from Austin if she dared to give the signal. What’s wrong with me? I’ve got to stop flip-flopping on this. Damn it, I’ve made up my mind. She doubted the harebrained scheme to seduce Austin would work. He didn’t seem the least bit interested in her. Still he’d agreed to give her a chance. That had to mean something. Didn’t it? She prayed his heart might be softened, though she held little faith. Besides, she couldn’t refuse the eldest Wilde brother’s proposition, no matter how scary it might be.

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After he seemed satisfied with her silence, Austin turned to his brothers. “I’ll deliver her back to you in seven days.” One week. That was all he’d agreed to spend with her, but during that time, Jessie would have no contact with the outside, including the cowboys she’d come to love. Austin Wilde would be her whole world for the next seven days…and nights. “If she uses her safe word, she’ll be back in our arms even sooner,” Dallas growled as if he wanted that to happen. But Jessie knew better. All her men, including Dallas, clearly hoped that she would be able to win over their brother. The weight of what she was doing hit her firmly in the gut. She’d never been with anyone like Austin before, and she wondered if her odds with him, no matter how long, would end in her favor. Austin was a master Dom who lived the lifestyle twenty-fourseven. She wasn’t really sure that spending time with him might turn him around, but it was clear to her that being with him wouldn’t be like anything she’d experienced, even with the BDSM encounters she’d enjoyed with Dallas, Denver, Phoenix, and Jackson. That had been play. Austin Wilde didn’t play. What if she disappointed him? What if she just flat couldn’t handle what he wanted? Where would that leave the Wilde family? And what about me? Austin stated flatly, “I know what I’m doing, Dallas. If she uses her safe word, then that’s that. I won’t go into this trying to force her to use it, but I do intend to push her boundaries.” Then he shut the door. The slam reverberated through the small room, separating her from her four protectors, his brothers. The sound reminded her of a cell door closing. What she’d feared and dreamed about had finally happened. She was alone with Austin Wilde. Jessie looked at her warden, who lifted his black cowboy hat off his head. He placed it on the desktop and turned his six-foot-three, heavily muscled body to her. As intimidated as she felt, she couldn’t

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help but appreciate how male he was. Akin to his other brothers, Austin was incredibly handsome, but he had a male beauty with an edge that the others did not. He wore a dark, neatly trimmed goatee that made his features even more handsome. She feasted on his dusky, thick hair with her eyes until he ensnared them with his unblinking, dark orbs. Her mouth dried up like a desert. Though it took much effort, she finally broke free from his commanding gaze. Not ready to look back at him, she scanned the room. This was the third office of Austin’s she’d visited. The first one was at Wilde Mine’s in-town buildings that were for show more than for work. The second one was at the mine itself and was much more utilitarian. And now, this one at the club was about half the size of the other two. It had a large mahogany desk, two wingbacks, a leather sofa, and not much else. Yet somehow, this room contained a side of him that was very private, unlike the other two offices. She took note of the floor-to-ceiling bookshelf on the back wall behind his desk, and recalled what Denver had told her about the secret chamber behind those shelves. No other Dom besides Austin had ever seen it. What the hell did Austin have in that place? The eldest Wilde brother had only invited the most obedient subs there, and they weren’t talking. Jessie tried to steady herself for what might come next if he planned on taking her into that space. Austin glared at her, as if daring her to fight back. “I’ll have your bag now.” She gulped, finding him impossible to resist, and handed the purse over. Here we go. The big cowboy nodded but didn’t smile. She wondered what he was thinking, but he was completely closed to her. Her four-cowboy get-out-of-jail-free card hadn’t been played. Had the other brothers left, or were they still on the other side of the door waiting for Austin to bring her out? Likely, they were. Jessie felt her lips curl up in a slight smile, though thinking it would be best if they’d already left. She wanted to make the men who believed in her proud.

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Austin pointed, not to the wingback chairs meant for prominent guests, but to the black leather sofa that sat against the wall to her right, looking like an afterthought to the other decor. “Sit there.” With her pulse pounding through her body Jessie walked across the room and took a seat exactly where he’d pointed—right in the middle of the couch. She sank back into its leather that hugged her bottom like a catcher’s lucky glove swallowing its owner’s fingers. She folded her hands in her lap and looked down at her own shaking fingers. She just couldn’t handle Austin’s stare at the moment. She wanted to try and gain some composure. She steadied her breathing, and her heartbeats slowed slightly. Jessie looked up from her folded hands to find Austin’s intense fixed gaze back on her. She closed her eyes. When she opened them again, he was pouring the contents of her purse onto his desktop. He made neat piles of her things on the mahogany. His inspection of each item took time. Even her pens, which apparently she had seven of in her purse, he studied as if they were some kind of alien thing he was trying to document for science. Unnerved by his actions, she asked, “Austin, are you looking for something in particular?” He turned and narrowed his eyelids. “Quiet.” She opened her mouth to refute him, but snapped it shut. “Excellent.” He turned back to his research of her possessions. His one word of praise filled her up to the brim. Jessie could not deny how much she craved his approval, though such desire might seem odd to some. After what seemed like hours but was likely only a few minutes, he put everything except her phone back in her bag. He slid the purse to the side and put the cell in the top left drawer of his desk. He pulled out a key and locked that drawer. A little quiet gasp slipped past her lips, knowing the phone was her last way to contact the outside world. Austin turned to her. “Almost time to go.”

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Jessie started to complain about the cell, but kept silent about it. Instead, she asked, “Where?” He slammed his fist on the desk, startling her. “You don’t get to ask questions unless I give you permission. I tell you what’s going to happen, and you make the choice to proceed or use your safe word. That’s the way this works. Do you understand?” Suddenly mute, she nodded. “Good. I need to cover a few things with you before we leave this room. First, I know why you’re here, pet.” Does he? Really? She wasn’t sure herself. “Let’s see if you’re really up for the challenge, shall we?” She squeaked, “Yes, Sir.” Though her cheeks burned from embarrassment, Jessie was glad she’d found her voice. Austin raised an eyebrow. “You think you know a thing or two about being a sub because my brothers trained you?” “Yes, Sir.” He shook his head. “Drop the Sir.” That confused her. “What shall I call you? Austin?” His fist came down again on the desk a bit harder than the earlier. A shiver shot down her spine. “I didn’t give you permission to ask a question.” His voice was controlled and even. Not an ounce of anger or frustration shook it. “When you address me, you will call me Master. Do you understand, pet?” The terms that he’d chosen for himself and for her should’ve been off-putting. Strangely, they weren’t. Instead, his fit him perfectly. Hers seemed right to her, too. “Yes, Master.”

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Chapter Two Jessie sat on the sofa with her hands folded in her lap, looking good enough to eat—which was exactly what Austin planned on doing very shortly. He handed the bag back to her, thinking about the thin ice he was treading upon. Ever since meeting Wilde’s little invader, he’d reluctantly worked hard to steer clear of her. That was no longer an option for him. Instead, he would be spending seven days and nights alone with her. The risks were obvious to him. Yet he would see this through to an end not of Jessie’s and his brothers’ making, but of his own. “So, you think you are up for my ways, pet?” She placed the purse in her lap. “I hope so, Master.” Hearing Master fall from Jessie’s lush lips caused his cock to harden. He should’ve busted his brothers’ lovesick butts weeks ago, but he couldn’t blame them for falling for her. He cupped her chin and inhaled her scent of jasmine and honey, which drove him mad with lust. “I guess we’re both going to find out soon enough. What is your safe word?” She chewed on her lower lip like a scared girl, which looked so fucking sexy he thought about stripping her right then. No. I’ve got to stick to my plan. “I don’t like to wait for an answer.” “I’m sorry, but I haven’t said it aloud since…well, since Dallas tricked me into his truck.” “My brother is such a wannabe.” Austin thought Dallas had potential as a Dom, but he needed a lot more training. “Pet, saying your safe word now isn’t the same as you using it later. If you ever

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invoke it, I will stop everything that instant. But right now I don’t know what it is. If I am going to honor it, I’ve got to know the word you’ve selected. Tell me what you’ve chosen.” “Yes, Master. My word is Alaska.” “Good selection.” Actually, it was a perfect choice with its images of frozen glaciers and wilderness devoid of humanity. Other subs had given him ambiguous picks for a safe word like sugar, stop, no, and one foolish woman had actually offered up fire. He’d dismissed them all until the subs made a choice that would work. With Jessie, she instinctively selected the most fitting word. He wondered what other surprises he’d discover from her in the next seven days. “Close your eyes.” Jessie obeyed. “Yes, Master.” She was flawless perfection. Why the hell would anyone want to murder her? Still, she’d been in the crosshairs of a lunatic since coming to Wilde. Austin had tried but failed to uncover the culprit behind the three attempts on her life. He should’ve guessed Paul King was behind everything. The man had been angry ever since Austin had written him up for being late and for insubordination. King had been at the top of his list of suspects for some time, but there were things that hadn’t added up. Still didn’t, but that would get straightened out soon enough once the sheriff captured the prick. After that happened, Austin would be sure to make a visit to Paul King’s cell, delivering his own brand of justice to the asshole. If pounding the guy’s head into the floor landed him in jail, so be it. Serving time might be the best way to get free from Wilde, and from the trance-inducing Jessie. Everything about her begged him to action and to take possession. Her body was curvy with full, soft hips that called to him like a bullhorn. If her beautiful shape, sexy lips, fair skin, and auburn hair had been all he had to deal with, then he might’ve found a way to resist. But it wasn’t all he had to deal with. Not by a long shot. Her foolish bravery coupled with her soft

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femininity ignited his Dom nature to a full blaze. And the way her eyes sparkled when he gave her a command… Fuck! Austin couldn’t comprehend the new urges inside him that burned like a furnace. Didn’t matter. He had a plan to execute, and by God, he was going to do it. He put his hat on and held his hand out for her to take. Clinging to her bag with her left hand, she leapt from the sofa, and placed her other tiny hand in his. The moment he felt the softness of her slender fingers, his dick hardened. He’d enjoyed dominating his fair share of women before, but none compelled him like Jessie. His brothers would never fully understand his upcoming actions, but a future for them with the woman of their dreams would be ensured if, and only if, he followed through with his plan. Austin already had an idea about Jessie’s hard limits. Soon, he’d know them for certain and much more. “Do not speak to anyone as we leave the club. Stay focused on me alone. Do you understand?” “Yes, Master.” Her voice was laced with delicious submission. Her quivering mouth was so inviting, but he knew he must resist. He had no doubt her kiss would be spellbinding, preventing him from doing what he must. Regretfully, he silently vowed that there would be no tasting her sweet lips. Still, she had other candy-coated treasures he could enjoy. “Let’s go.” He pulled her tight into his side and draped his arm around her small shoulders. Imagining how gorgeous she would look naked, restrained, and spread-eagled sent a charge of primal heat to his dick. Jessie’s body melded into his. He walked her out of his office, and found his brothers were gone. He looked down at her and saw the disappointment he expected. Fools. They should’ve waited. How could they not know that she’d want one last glimpse of them before starting her sentence they’d pushed her to? He knew the answer. They hoped he would

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become part of the new family they were creating. He loved them for it, but it also troubled him. He’d made it very clear for years that he would not take part in a typical Wilde family marriage. His brothers, mother, and even fathers had asked the reason, but he’d never answered them. Did he even fully know himself? He knew some, but not all. Didn’t care to know more. He understood quite a bit about the subconscious and how it worked. To be a good Dom, one had to know. Still, digging into his own subconscious depths wasn’t something he was interested in. Ever. As Austin walked Jessie through the main chamber, several members he’d shared women with ogled her. Though it pissed him off, he didn’t acknowledge them, but kept moving forward. They likely were mystified by his angry departure. He didn’t give a damn, or bother to stop to tell them. In a flash, he and Jessie were out of the club and at his truck. He opened the driver’s door, and lifted his new prisoner up in his arms and then moved her into the cab. He gazed into her eyes, which showed confusion and uneasiness. “What are you worried about?” “Am I driving, Master?” she asked. He had to fight his lips from curving up into a smile. This woman was like no other. “No, pet. Slide over just a bit. I want you next to me.” Jessie nodded, and moved to the middle of the bench seat. She had a sassy side, but that was more of a performance than anything else. Clearly, she wanted to please. That was her true nature. “Put the middle seat belt around your lap. I want you safe.” She grinned. “Yes, Sir.” Her temperament was exactly what had gotten her into trouble. She could be quite stubborn. Even though Austin knew she was incredibly smart, she’d been foolish to stay in Wilde with the danger surrounding her. Though all reports indicated Paul King was likely in

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another state by now, still, the best path for her obviously should’ve been to get out of town—and fast. The moment Austin had seen her in the club’s public shower playing with her lush breasts, everything turned red hot inside him—part lust and part rage. His brothers should’ve been smarter than to take her to such a public place. Jessie leaned into him as he started the truck’s engine. Instantly his desire to open her up for his pleasure thundered inside him. Not good. Not good at all. **** Much more than a touch of trepidation rolled all over Jessie. Just sitting next to Austin had her heart pounding and her skin buzzing. I’m actually doing this? Yes. No turning back now. She’d convinced herself to attempt the crazy act for the four men she’d fallen in love with—Austin’s brothers. As they passed Carlotta’s, Jessie wondered if this had been a mistake. The dark, mysterious cowboy began fondling her chest with his right hand, while keeping his gaze forward to the road and his other hand on the steering wheel. “You have nice tits, pet.” Jessie never before liked the word “tits,” but somehow coming from him it didn’t seem inappropriate. “Thank you, Master.” Why did it feel so damn right to call him by that title? She wasn’t sure, but it did. Austin turned his attention away from her and back to the road. Was he only playing her, or did he have some sense of possession over her already? The latter thought spoke to something really deep inside Jessie—a secret place where she craved to be controlled and mastered. Before coming to Wilde and meeting the brothers, she’d wondered if such a desire existed inside her. Now, she knew it did. With his gaze still on the highway, Austin commanded, “Remove your top.” With some hesitation, she obeyed. She placed her shirt on the seat.

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“Your bra, too.” Jessie’s heart raced, but she complied. When she was free of her bra, she placed it neatly next to her top. Nervousness blazed hot inside her. Even with the low light of dusk, any other driver on the road would be able to see her naked torso. Back East, she’d never enjoyed looking at her body in a full-length mirror, but after spending time with the Wilde brothers in Nevada, a new wicked desire flared up even hotter to be bare and exposed. Jessie suddenly realized she was unconsciously fondling her breasts. She looked over at Austin, who was admiring her hands’ play. “Pet, I told you to remove your top, not tease your nipples. That’s my job.” She jerked her hands away and felt the heat in her cheeks. “Yes, Master.” He reached over and tweaked her left nipple just hard enough to deliver a mouth-watering, little sting. She couldn’t help but yelp as he pinched harder, sending her into a state of dreaminess. “Now that’s a sweet sound. More to come.” Austin’s torture of her breasts changed to gently strokes. As tempting as his voice sounded, her mind raced ahead, producing all kinds of images and scenarios. Again she wondered if she could handle whatever he had in mind for her. Denver had said she needed more training before facing Austin. Her mouth went bone dry. “Close your eyes, pet. You need your rest.” Her eyelids felt so heavy, so she gladly shut them. Then she heard soft music fill the cab. Austin had either turned on the radio to a station that played soft jazz or he’d put in a CD. Either way, she didn’t care. The music worked like a charm to take her jitters down a notch. As Austin continued massaging her breasts, she afforded herself a few sneaky peaks at him. He manipulated her mounds with one hand, while keeping the other on the steering wheel. His eyes wandered

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back and forth from the road to her chest. His fingers were magical, enticing so much response from her body. Heat flooded in and out of her. She closed her eyes again, letting the miles pass while enjoying the feel of his hands on her. Her anxieties melted as time ticked away on their drive. Suddenly, the vibration of the truck ceased as Austin’s hand left her chest. “We’re here, pet.” He opened his door and left the cab. She grabbed her discarded clothes. “Leave your bra and top in the truck. You won’t be needing them for the next seven days.” Jessie gulped. Nodding, she put her things back in the seat. She looked around. Austin’s place was very remote, thank God. She peered through the windshield to take in Austin’s home. It was hidden behind a large wall. She spotted wide steps that reminded her of a gentle waterfall, leading up to a red gate crowned by a square Japanese-style roof. The gate was closed. Along the wall were lanterns placed five to six feet apart. They illuminated the red-leafed dwarf trees around the place. “Get out of the truck, pet. Now.” “Yes, Master.” She wanted to see more, knowing that like all his brothers, Austin had actually built his home during his teenage years. At eighteen, he’d moved into it. She slid out of the truck, feeling the night breeze hit her chest. Her nipples jutted out and gooseflesh popped up on her chest. Austin pointed to the gate. “Go.” She nearly leapt up the stairs to the gate. He followed behind. Jessie put her hand on the handle to open it, wondering what surprise would be revealed. “Stop.” She jerked her hand back, and turned to him. “You will not be wearing clothes behind that gate.” He stood in

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front of her. “Strip.” “For the whole seven—ouch.” Austin pinched both her nipples, causing them to throb and burn. He released them and shook his head. “I’m sorry, Master.” “I know you are, but you will still be punished for your disobedience.” She wondered what kind of torture he had in mind. Could she really hold his attention for seven days? He was a twenty-four-seven. She liked being dominated, but wasn’t sure if a never-ending scene would work for her. Play was one thing. Life was another. She looked up into his stormy eyes. Damn! I’ve done something wrong again. What? “Why are you still wearing your pants, pet?” “Oh, crap. I mean, sorry, Master.” In two blips, she was handing the rest of her clothes to him. He walked around her, inspecting every inch of her naked body. Jessie stood completely still, though her nerves were popping like firecrackers. He’d already seen her nude at The Masters’ Chambers’ public shower, but this was more up close and personal. What if he didn’t like what he saw? Maybe, unlike his brothers, he liked the waify-model types instead of someone like her with a full-figure body. “Stay here.” He opened the gate and walked through, leaving it ajar. She didn’t move a muscle. Beyond the gate and wall was a very authentic Japanese garden. What she could see of his home reminded her more of a Shinto shrine or Buddhist temple than a house. The space exuded an air of tranquil formality with its style and grace. Austin walked up to the front door and then disappeared inside. Jessie trembled like a leaf, realizing she didn’t have a stitch of clothing on in Nevada’s great outdoors. Without a doubt, any bear or wildcat would easily make a meal of her. She sighed when she saw

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Austin reappear from his home. He was holding something that looked like a circle made of steel in his hand. When he reached her, he cupped her chin. “Kneel, pet.” Jessie obeyed, feeling the cool of the granite step on her knees and shins. He held the shiny chrome circle in front of her eyes. A tiny O-ring dangled from it. “This is your training collar, Jessie. You will wear this, and this alone, in my house for the next seven days. I’m going to lock it on you. Only I can take it off. Understand?” “Yes, Master.” Austin walked behind her, and she felt him place the collar on her neck. It was not too tight and felt cool against her skin. When she heard him lock it, she definitely knew she was under his control. “Good. Now, you can come into my home.” He stepped through the gate, and Jessie followed.

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Chapter Three Jessie’s mouth dropped the moment she walked through Austin’s gate and into his garden. It was as if they’d been transported from Nevada straight to Japan. The garden impacted her with its sense of harmony with nature. At least an acre of nature was presented in a fluid, organized way to delight the onlooker. Large boulders flanked the pond, stream, and pathway like little mountains. Plants and grasses filled the space like a tapestry of color. She didn’t have time to take it all in as Austin sped to the door. She raced to stay in step with him. He opened the door and led her inside to an entrance space. Jessie realized the Japanese theme didn’t end outside but continued inside as well. There was no furniture here. He took off his boots, placing them in a cubby by the door. The floor was covered in straw mats. In an alcove ahead, she saw a hanging picture scroll. A sliding screen made of wood and paper was straight ahead. Austin opened it and motioned her to follow. The next space had a low table with four floor pillows on it. There was a large wooden chest, with a teapot and cups on its shelves. Another screen was in front of them. He opened it, and moved deeper into the house. She trailed behind. When they went into the next room, the tranquility of the space evaporated. This was nothing like the garden or the other spaces she’d seen. “Welcome to my dungeon, pet.” The walls were black. There was a sink and cabinets against the back wall. The space was very discreet, having no windows. Even the

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lighting seemed by design, giving off a mystic glow. She saw all sorts of things around the room—shackles and cuffs, paddles and whips, benches and chairs, chains and ropes, and so much more. The private rooms at The Masters’ Chambers didn’t have anything quite like this. Seeing his domain didn’t put her off one bit. Instead, it made her want to burrow into his hard, muscled chest. “No time like the present to get started.” His voice rumbled like an earthquake, and he pulled her closer to him by the ring on her collar. “I haven’t forgotten about your punishments, pet. You’ve earned every thud and sting I’m going to give you. What do you think about that?” “I’m not sure, Master.” Her cheeks heated up as he touched her cheek ever so softly. “You’re not lying. Good girl.” He stopped touching her cheek and released the collar’s ring. He pointed to a small wooden stool next to the table in the middle of the room. Though she’d never been on a dairy farm, she imagined the stool would fit in perfectly in such a place. The table reminded her of a massage therapist’s table with its face rest where you could see the floor below. But it was different. There were no soft sheets that draped over it. Instead, it was wrapped in black leather. Also, it was a bit larger and had cuffs attached to it, obviously for a person’s wrists and ankles. “Sit.” “Yes, Master.” When she sat down on the stool, her knees came up higher than her lap. She put her legs together and locked her hands to try to balance on the wooden seat. Though not built for comfort, it wasn’t unpleasant to sit on. She looked up at the cowboy as he walked around the room collecting items. Items he’s going to use to punish me. Oh God. Her pussy ached. “Since you’re not sure how to say what you’re feeling, let me help you. You’re excited and frightened by me and all the things you see in this room.” She nodded. How could Austin see more deeply into her than she

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could herself? However he did it, Jessie was pleased that he did. “What have my brothers told you about me?” He placed a paddle, a crop, ropes, a large dildo, and other items he’d collected on the table. Then he walked over to a tall metal locker. Then he stripped off his shirt, revealing his muscled chest and ripped stomach. Jessie’s jaw opened wide. She’d never seen such a masculine exhibit in her life. He tilted his head toward her. “I asked you a question, sub.” She gasped, looking into his dark, predatory eyes. “That you’re twenty-four-seven in the life. That you play hard and rough.” “I don’t play. This isn’t some game for me, pet.” Regretfully, he didn’t remove his jeans. Instead, he put on a black vest and some military-looking boots. “Tell me more.” Unable to hold back anything from him, she recalled what Jackson had said to the bartender that first night she’d arrived in Wilde. “I heard you had a girlfriend who left you for the roller derby.” A tinge of jealousy had her clenching her jaw. His lips curved up into a smile. “Sally Jo?” Austin clicked on the stereo, and drum-laden heavy-bass music filled her ears. Her heartbeats began to match the rhythm of the pulsing beat. “I don’t remember her name. Jackson thought you were pretty upset about her leaving.” Jessie wondered if the missing woman was the reason he’d been so resistant to joining his brothers in a plural marriage. The thought made her bottom out. She needed to know. “Did she break your heart, Master?” Fully dressed in his BDSM uniform, he walked next to her. His all-consuming gaze made her shiver. Sitting on the stool at his feet made her feel so very small and feminine. Time ticked by for a bit before he finally spoke. “I’m the one asking the questions, not you. Remember?” “Sorry, Master.” She bit her lip. Was he going to have sex with her, or was he just going to punish her? She had no way of knowing. Unlike his apparent ability to see into her thoughts, his were closed

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off to her. Sex or not, she’d turned herself over to him to do with as he wished. Whatever happened in the next seven days, she wouldn't be making any of the decisions. Austin would. Something about that made her feel relieved and at peace. It also made her nervous and more than a little excited. “That’s so like my lil’ bro…always running off at the mouth.” Austin cupped her chin, and liquid trickled from her pussy. She was very aware of her nakedness. “Stand up, pet.” As Jessie obeyed, his hand remained on her chin. “Good.” He lifted her up in his arms then placed her on the table facedown with her face in the rest. His fingers glided over her skin, causing expectant shivers to run up and down her spine. “Time to get this party started, pet.” Austin restrained her wrists and ankles with the cuffs. Then she heard a clicking sound and felt the table rise up in the middle, causing her body to form an upside-down V. “God, you do have a pretty ass.” He rubbed her bottom, igniting sparks in her entire body. “You’ve been very bad, pet. Not bratty, but disobedient. You understand why I must punish you?” She wanted to feel the sting of his discipline. “Yes, Master.” Even though she’d manipulated her way into his dungeon, Jessie hoped he might like delivering whacks to her. If he did, he might become more interested in her. She prayed he would. If she had a chance with forever with him and his brothers, she had to make this work. She vowed to be the best sub he’d ever known. He deserved nothing less. The thought made her pussy throb. She felt the paddle hit her ass, causing her arms and legs to jerk against the table’s restraints as pain spread through her skin. The whacks came one right after another. Two. Three. She stared down at the floor below, feeling the tears escape her eyes. Four. Five.

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Her backside was on fire. Another whack. She tensed bracing for— And another slap came down on her ass. Unable to keep counting, she closed her eyes tight, as little yelps escaped her lips. Then the paddling stopped. She opened her eyes and saw Austin’s black boots below. She felt his hand glide through her hair. “Your ass is nice and pink for me. Was that enough for you, kitten?” Was he testing her? She had to prove to him in the next seven days that she could be the sub he desired. “No, Master. I deserve more.” He murmured. “Yes, you do. Here’s a tip for you, pet. Relax and breathe.” His boots disappeared from her view. “Thank you. I will, Master.” She tried to steady her shaky breathing. Whack! Whack! Whack! This wasn’t the large paddle any longer. The little stings it delivered to her flesh let her know it was the crop. Each time, Master hit her in a different spot. Unable to hold back her tears, she sobbed into the face rest. Her mind was wonderfully fuzzy, and her body was on fire. “Now, let’s try my open hand on that gorgeous ass of yours.” Slap! Slap! Slap! Though the spanking still hurt immensely, his hand on her ass seemed so intimate, so perfect, creating warm feelings inside her. “You’ve learned your lesson, pet?” His tone was deep but softer than she’d ever heard before. Through sobs, she answered, “Y–Yes, Master.” She felt his hands massage her burning flesh, delivering just a tiny bit of pain with a nice touch. “Good.” Cravings rolled through her for him to be inside her pussy. The more she thought about how he would feel inside her, the more her clit throbbed and burned. Would he fuck her? He applied something cooling and slick to her ass. “This is

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aftercare. Are you familiar with that term?” “Uh-huh,” she uttered, unable to form real words at the moment. Master unfastened the cuffs and guided her onto her back. She forgot about the pulsing heat from her ass when his fingers slipped through her pussy’s swollen folds. “You’ve got the cutest clipped cunt I’ve ever seen. Still, think a fresh shave is in order.” He placed her wrists and ankles back into the table’s restraints. He stepped over to the sink and filled a bowl with warm water. She anxiously watched him collect a can of shaving cream, a towel, some cloths, and a straight-edged razor. Her heart hammered in her chest. “Let’s make sure there’s not a stray hair anywhere on your hot flesh.” He dipped one of the cloths in the steaming water. Then he wiped down her body from the neck down, taking extra care on her pussy. Next, he applied the shaving cream to her underarms. She had no hair there, but he obviously meant to make sure for himself. His gaze became intense, like a surgeon’s, as he scraped the razor against the sensitive skin under her arms. Being a bit ticklish, she jerked. “Be still, pet.” “Yes, Master.” She willed herself motionless. Methodically he continued his work. When he’d finished with her underarms, wiping it clean with a fresh cloth, he nodded. Then Master bent down and licked her there. Everything went tingly inside her and her pussy ached. Next he applied cream to her chest. Oh God! Her nipples burned, and her clit throbbed. He guided the razor over her chest with an amazing skill. Just hard enough to awaken every cell, but easy enough not to mar her skin permanently. As he circled her nipple with the blade, Jessie stopped breathing. Then he flipped the razor over, sliding the dull side over her tiny bits of flesh. She blew out a gust of air. Master wiped all the shaving cream off with a cloth. “Gotta taste those gorgeous tits.” He leaned down, and she watched him swallow

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one of her breasts and his hand dive between her legs. Feeling his tongue dance over her taut nipple and his thumb pressing on her clit was the final straw that pushed her to orgasm. She bucked against the restraints. “Ride that climax, pet.” His lips moved to her other breast, and his thumb pressed harder on her clit. With his other hand, he firmly pinched the free nipple. This was like nothing she’d ever had before. Master knew how to touch her in a way that kept her rolling with undulating waves of release. Her womb spasmed, and her pussy drenched his hand in her cream. And still he kept pushing her with perfect pinches, licks, and touches—making her orgasm last and last. “You came without my permission, pet. Now, you will suffer.” He shifted his position until his lips were less than an inch from her pussy. “You want me to drink the cream from your cunt?” “Yes! Please, Master!” He blew a hot blast of his breath on her pussy’s throbbing flesh. “Beg me to do it.” Frenzied by the climax, she screamed, and screamed, and screamed. “Lick me! God, please! Lick me, Master! I’ll do anything…” “Yes, you will.” She felt the flat of his tongue on her folds, and every nerve sparked hot. She could hear him slurping up her juices with abandon. “Feels…soooo…” She closed her eyes as the onrush of sensations overtook her. Her head spun wildly, making her marvelously muddled. When Master teethed her clit, she screamed again. He’d turned her body into an erupting volcano. As what felt like molten lava rolled through her, tremors shook her from deep inside her channel. “O–Oh, God!” Her release had drifted to tolerable until he’d begun his oral assault on her pussy. Now, multiple orgasms fired to an unbearable state of pleasure. Again, she screamed and thrashed in her restraints.

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Master ordered, “Look at me.” She opened her eyes and lost herself in the cowboy’s deep, dark orbs. There was no way she could resist such fervency and might. No mere mortal could. He pressed on her clit with his thumb, resulting in an even hotter burn through her entire flesh. She’d never known a climax to be so crushing. “Pain works very well on you, pet. But pleasure, when unrelenting, can be punishment, too.” With those thundering words, he continued using his tongue and fingers to make good on his promise. Her screams became shaky sobs as he inundated her body, drowning her in steamy smothering sensations that delivered not only multiple orgasms—but exponential climaxes. After what seemed like forever, he stopped his wicked tortures, removing his hand and mouth. He unfastened her restraints and lifted her up in his arms. Trembling, she couldn’t even reach around his neck. He’d squeezed out every ounce of energy inside her. Though she wanted him to be inside her, to possess every part of her, she didn’t think she could take more. He walked her out of his dungeon and turned right, carrying her into a lush, tranquil bathroom. Though at any other time she would study every detail of the space, she couldn’t now. Her mind could barely focus. Through her shaky breaths, she said, “M–Master?” “Shh, pet. Don’t worry.” Though holding her, he somehow was able to still turn on the faucet of the deep tub in the floor. “I know you’ve suffered enough for tonight.” “I–I can…take…” “You did very well for your first round. Don’t be a bratty sub now.” “Yes, Master.” She had to please him. Too much depended on her winning him over. “Best save your strength and gusto for round two. We’ll be

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moving out of the introductory course and into intermediate in the morning.” As Master lowered her into the warm water, she drifted off, wondering what he planned for her tomorrow. **** Austin finished washing Jessie’s soft body. His cock was throbbing like never before. He’d wanted to thrust his dick inside her candied pussy, but he knew she was totally spent by his treatment. She’d fallen asleep in the bathtub, looking like a sexy water nymph. He was so tempted to kiss her lush lips, but he knew he couldn’t. Ever. One kiss and he would be a goner. Instead, he opened the drain to the tub, and urged Jessie to stand. Her eyes fluttered. He didn’t want her to come fully awake, so he lifted her softly to a standing position. “I’m going to dry you off, pet.” He toweled off her long silky hair first, and then wiped down her body. When she was completely dry, he wrapped her up in fresh thick towels. She was so tiny, so precious. No wonder his brothers had fallen so hard for her. Lucky bastards. No one in his family would ever understand why he couldn’t join them in a plural marriage. Hell, he didn’t understand completely why himself, but he just knew he was wired differently. His brothers deserved happiness, and he wouldn’t stand in their way as much as it pained him. He’d always thought that leaving Wilde would be the hardest thing he would ever have to do. Now, he knew there was something much harder he had to face. Leaving Jessie Greene. If he wasn’t careful, he could lose himself to her. He’d known it the instant he’d met her. I’ve got to tread very carefully these next seven days. He carried her to his bed and lowered her down on the mattress. Her eyelashes flittered. “Master…I hope…I…” One round with Jessie, and he was already losing his will. God,

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help me. “Shh. No talking. You need to rest.” And I need a drink and time to think. No way would fisting his cock tonight relieve him. Instead, it would be a waste of time. A glass of whiskey would have to suffice until his dick relaxed. That would likely take all night. He removed the towels from Jessie and covered her with blankets. Seeing her head on his pillow did something to him that almost made him want to take her in a more traditional way of lovemaking. Almost. No matter what, he needed to stick to his original plan. The night would be more than a glass of liquor tonight. It might even be the whole bottle. “Master?” Austin hated what the morning would bring. “Goodnight, pet.” He would push her hard tomorrow, and take her to just beyond her hard limit. He’d never wanted to push a sub to say their safe word, but he knew it was the only way for Jessie to see the hopelessness of him being in her life. “Are you not coming to bed?” she questioned, sounding so very feminine. Deepening his tone, he said, “Did you forget about my rule about questions, pet?” “I’m sorry.” Knowing the risk but unable to resist, he bent down and kissed her cheek. It would be so easy to move to her lips, but he wouldn’t— couldn’t. “You rest. If you need me, I’ll be in the other room.” “Yes, Master.” His cock jerked painfully in his jeans. Shit! I’m in so much trouble.

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Chapter Four Jessie woke up, and realized she was alone in Master’s soft bed. He was talking, but she couldn’t make out the words. She slipped out of the bed, and touched the collar he’d given her. It felt cool to the touch. She didn’t have any clothes and thought about using the blanket as a makeshift robe, but she didn’t think Austin would like that. So, she didn’t. Tiptoeing to the closed screen divider, she listened intently. “When?” Austin asked in a quiet tone. No answer. He was talking on his cell, no doubt. They were still alone. Relief filled her up. “Bastard.” Austin’s tone was hushed but filled with indignation. “I can’t believe Paul King sliced up his own wife. She was a good woman. What kind of crazy fuck is he?” Jessie thought about opening the screen. She didn’t, believing Austin might curb his words. Instead she remained all ears, hoping to hear more. “Denver, is the Sheriff certain he’s not in the area?” Jessie’s heart leapt in her chest. Austin was talking to Denver. Were Jackson, Phoenix, and Dallas on the other end of the phone line, too? “You guys keep me posted. Anything turns up, I want to know about it.” He paused. “She’s fine.” Denver was asking about her, and that made her feel good. Austin, on the other hand, didn’t seem into her at all…at least not sexually. Sure, he’d given her the most amazing orgasms of her life, but he hadn’t made a single move to fuck her, and he’d spent the entire night

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away from her. All Jessie’s dreams about spending time with him to change his mind were starting to crumble. “Count on it. If Paul King comes within three hundred yards of this place, I’ll blow his head off.” Though Jessie wasn’t sure if Austin desired her or not, he cared for her enough to, at the very least, want to keep her safe. That meant so much to her, and she bolstered up her resolve to meet whatever he had in store for her. I might fail, but by God, I’m going to show him I’m worth staying for. “No. I’m not taking her to my tree. That’s too exposed. We’re staying inside until I know Paul has been found.” Jessie had been to his tree with his brothers. She wondered what it would be like to be there with Austin. Quite different, no doubt. The tree was the same one that he’d been tied to by Paul King and the banker when they were all boys. Could the scars from that event be the reason he wanted to leave Wilde and his brothers? Made sense to her. What if his demons never went away even into adulthood though he’d used the very same tree to take back his power? The more she considered that, the more an idea formed. She needed to get him to open up to her. That wouldn’t be easy with most men, but with one like Austin—next to impossible. Still, it was the only glimmer of hope she could latch on to. Somehow she had to succeed. But how? “No, you can’t talk to her.” Talking to Denver would be wonderful, but Austin had made it clear that wouldn’t happen with any of her cowboys while she was under his care. “Jessie already knows I’m talking to you, Denver. She’s eavesdropping on our conversation.” Her heart jumped up in her throat, and a shiver ran down her spine. He knew she’d been listening all the time. “Anything at all, bro, you call me. Later.” Jessie wasn’t sure if she should jump back in the bed and feign

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sleep, or if she should open the screen and face his wrath. Instead, she didn’t move a muscle. With only the collar on her neck, she spotted gooseflesh popping up on her arms. “Are you going to keep crouching in my bedroom like a little girl caught with her hand in the cookie jar, or are you going to be a brave sub and come in here?” She gulped and opened the screen. “A brave sub, Master.” His lips curled up, creasing his cheeks, making his face look even sexier. “You got spunk, pet. That’s for sure.” Austin sat on a wooden bench. He patted the spot beside him. “Come sit here.” She walked over and sat down. He reached out and touched the little ring on her collar. “You hungry?” “Yes, Master.” “I’m no Phoenix, but I can whip up a pretty mean breakfast. You like sausage, eggs, and toast?” She nodded. “Good.” He stroked her cheek, and his gaze made her warm. “You’re going to need your strength for what I’ve got planned for you today.” She could feel little aches, throbs, and warmth from last night’s round, and wondered how she was going to survive a full week with this cowboy—Dom. He stood up. “Follow me.” They walked into his very neat kitchen. Everything was stainless steel. There were no cabinets, only open shelves. That would’ve never worked in her kitchen in DC. She needed, not one, but two junk drawers. At one time, she’d thought about having glass doors put on, but reconsidered after Michael, her ex, pointed out the disarray of her pots and pans. Austin’s shelves were nothing like that. They were orderly and functional. He pointed to a thick blanket in the corner of the kitchen, out of the way of the work triangle. “That’s for you, pet. I put that there

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while you were sleeping. Whenever we’re in the kitchen, I want you on it.” “Thank you, Master.” She went to the soft, fluffy quilt. Stretching out on her stomach, Jessie put her elbows on the floor, clasped her hands together, and rested her chin on her fists. She looked up at Austin, who stared at her intently. What was he thinking? She wiggled just a bit on the comfy blanket, hoping to entice him. “Keep that up, and you won’t have breakfast.” “I’m not that hungry for food, Master.” “Sweet little liar.” He shook his head, and then started to make breakfast. “Tell me about yourself, Jessie.” He wanted to know more about her, and that thrilled her. “How do I start?” “From the start.” Austin pulled out a carton of eggs and sausage patties from his refrigerator. “Okay. Did you know I was engaged?” “I heard you were. Gay guy, right?” “Yes, Michael. He’s really great.” Austin put a skillet on one of the burners on his stove and turned on the gas flame. He placed the meat into the pan, and Jessie heard it start to sizzle. “I heard he delivers a pretty good punch.” “I guess so. He’s a mess but very loyal. Especially to me.” “Good to know. You like coffee, pet?” “Oh, yes.” He punched a button on the pot, and the coffee began brewing. She got a whiff of the sausage, and her stomach growled. “So, who broke it off? You or your ex?” “I suppose I did after he told me he was gay.” “I heard about your dad and boss fighting it out at Norma’s. What was all that about?” “Denver didn’t tell you?” she asked. “My brothers have been really secretive about you, Jessie. So, the answer is no. He didn’t. I can tell it shook you pretty hard. Tell me

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everything about that.” She wondered why he seemed so interested in knowing. Was there a chance he might already be considering a future with her? I’m getting way ahead of myself. Whatever the reason he kept asking, whether it was to pass the time while he made breakfast or it was something more, she would keep answering. Perhaps he would begin opening up to her, too. “There were pictures sent to both my dad and boss.” “What kind of pictures?” “Explicit pictures.” The thought of her dad and boss seeing those sickened her, but thankfully both had only looked at some of the racy photos but not any of the sexual ones. His tone turned hard. “Why would my idiotic brothers take pictures of you and not make sure they were locked away?” “I’m not sure how Paul King got them, but there were other pictures, too. Ones he’d taken without my knowledge.” “Where?” “Some were of me and Denver in the parking lot of The Masters’ Chambers. Others were of me with Phoenix and Jackson at your tree. There were more, but I don’t remember.” Again, she wondered about his tree and what it meant to him. “You didn’t lose your job over those pictures?” “No. Turns out that my boss, Lee Carpenter, is actually my dad.” She still needed time to process that little tidbit. “That’s quite the bombshell.” He sounded genuinely concerned. “Yes, it is.” “You’re smart. I have no doubt that you’ll handle all you’ve learned perfectly.” “I hope so.” The whole thing about her boss and dad still felt strange. “Cream? Sugar?” “Both, Master. Thank you.” Austin poured coffee into a blue mug, and poured in the additional

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ingredients. “Did your dad know?” “My mother confessed it to him during her chemo shortly before she died.” Jessie shifted up into a sitting position. Austin handed her the mug. “That must’ve been a shock to him, pet.” “Probably.” She took her first drink of the coffee. It tasted wonderful. “Thank you, Master.” Austin went back to the stove to continue making breakfast. “Your dad kept that from you for a long time. How did that make you feel? “He changed after that. I was young and didn’t know the reason. I wish he’d told me then.” “Maybe he couldn’t.” “Perhaps.” She sipped her coffee. The warmth felt good going down. “I’m glad the truth is out now. We can move on and renew our relationship.” “What about your boss?” “I’m still not completely sure about all of this, but I feel like I’ve finally gotten my dad back. In time, maybe Lee can be like another dad to me. Tell me what it was like growing up with three dads.” Austin didn’t answer, but continued his work. Still hoping to peel back some of his layers, she timidly pressed on. “Your mom is really sweet.” “She is,” he stated candidly. Austin took the sausage out of the pan and placed it on a paper towel on a plate to drain off the grease. Then he put three eggs into the skillet and popped a couple of slices of bread into a shiny toaster. “How do you like your eggs, pet?” The aroma of the sausage raised her appetite. “Over medium, please.” He nodded and continued his work. Answering questions was clearly not his norm, but she needed to know more about him. “Pappy Jack is quite a character. He sure did love your

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grandmother. What was she like?” “Very sweet.” “Tough, too, I hear. Kept him and your other granddads in line.” Austin walked over carrying a plate of deliciousness. She reached for the dish, and he pulled it back. “I’ll be serving you the first bites, pet.” “Yes, Master.” He knelt down and cut off a bit of the sausage patty and then stabbed it with the fork. He held it to her mouth. “Taste.” She parted her lips, and he pushed the meat into her mouth. He pulled the fork back, leaving the morsel on her tongue. It tasted heavenly. “How is it, pet?” “Mmm.” She swallowed. “Perfect. Thank you, Master.” He handed her the plate. “Eat up.” Touching the ring on her collar, his wicked gaze went up and down her body. “Like I said, you’ll need your strength.” Again, she wondered what he had in mind for her. Would he take her back into his dungeon or to his tree? “Yes, Master.” Austin pulled a chair up next to her blanket. He drank coffee and watched her. “Aren’t you going to eat?” she asked. “Don’t worry about me, Jessie. Finish your breakfast.” She nodded, realizing he’d called her by name. Little tingles of wonder vibrated through her. At first she thought about asking him why he hadn’t used the nickname he’d chosen for her, but then thought better of it. Austin wasn’t the kind of man who liked to be quizzed. So, she devoured the meal he’d made for her instead. Fully satiated and not a single crumb on her plate, she looked up at the cowboy she was trying to win. His fixed stare thrilled and unnerved her. “More coffee, pet?” He stood and took her plate. “Yes.” She handed him her empty mug. “Thank you.”

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“Tell me more about yourself, Jessie.” He placed the dish next to the sink and then refilled her mug with coffee, cream, and sugar. “I’m an only child. I envy you having so many siblings, Master.” “You wouldn’t if you’d grown up with them.” He handed her the fresh cup. “You prepared breakfast. I should do the dishes.” He snorted. “You’re too much. No, pet. I’ve got more important things in mind for you. Save your strength.” He turned and began cleaning up. “What were they really like?” She took a sip of her coffee. “They were great. The best brothers a man could have.” “They’re still wonderful.” So, it wasn’t his brothers that kept him from being in a plural marriage. Logically, that left only one person to blame. Me. The thought flattened her out. Was this week with Austin an act of futility? “What’s wrong, pet?” he asked, drying his hands. “Nothing,” she lied. In a flash, he stepped next to her blanket and glared down at her. He didn’t say a word, but his face spoke volumes. “Sorry, Master. It’s just…I…don’t know.” “Give me your cup.” Trembling, she said, “Yes, Master.” She handed him the half-full mug. He placed it on the counter behind him. He ordered, “Now, stand up.” With her heart picking up speed, Jessie obeyed. He flicked the ring on her collar. “You feel this collar around your tiny neck?” “Yes, Master.” “It means I’m in control, not you. You understand that?” His tone stung her. She squeaked, “I do.” “I will not tolerate lies.”

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Nodding, she looked down at her feet. She felt him cup her chin, nudging her to look at him. “Tell me, sub.” “It’s hard to say.” Her lips trembled. She was afraid to confess her deepest insecurities. Sure, his brothers overlooked her curves, but what if he liked the model type? Or worse, what if it was something about her personality that put him off? She couldn’t bear hearing that from him. Best to not know how he felt about her, even if she did have a pretty good suspicion. “Denver thinks he trained you to be a good sub? Let me show you what real training is.” He linked his index finger to the ring in her collar and led her back to the dungeon. “I’m sorry, Master.” “I know. You’re blocked and holding back. I’ll fix that. I promise.” He sounded so matter of fact, so certain—so in control. When they got into his dungeon, Jessie realized he’d changed things around. The table he’d restrained her upon last night was no longer in the center of the room. In its place was a strange looking piece of furniture. The seven-foot-high upright triangle intimidated Jessie right off. The wood was smooth. There were a couple of boards that crisscrossed the frame on the lower half. It almost looked like art to her. At the top point were two wrist cuffs, and an ankle cuff decorated each of the bottom points. “This is my A-frame, pet. I think you’re going to like what I’ve planned for our first session today.” First session? How many did he have in mind? In a flash, Master pulled her to the triangle. He put his hand on her back and pushed her forward until everything below her waist pressed against the boards. Nerves popped to life inside her, and a tingle began deep in her pussy. The top support board hit her just below the belly button, leaving her upper body open to the back. Next, he lifted her hands up and placed them together in the cuffs above her head. He

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spread her legs wide and attached them to the bottom points of his Aframe. The stance was uncomfortable, but not unbearable. She wondered if she could endure whatever it was Austin meant to do to her? Her safe word floated to the surface, but she vowed not to use it. She wanted to surprise him by what she could take. Perhaps doing so might change his mind about her. God, I hope so. Master came around back and looked at her. “You held the truth from me, pet. You must be punished for that.” “Yes, Master.” Every nerve fired to life inside her. He placed a blindfold on her. Then she listened to the tap of his boots on the floor as he went back to the other side of the triangle. She felt his hand glide up and down her back, and shivers popped up everywhere on her body. Being spread out for Austin’s whim made her feel so vulnerable and feminine. Her heartbeats thudded, and sweat layered her skin. She heard him shuffling behind her, and she wondered if he was changing into his leather vest. The image of his muscles bulging popped into her mind, and her clit began to throb. “I’m going to begin with my TENS unit, pet. Do you know what that is?” “No, Master.” “TENS stands for transcutaneous electrical nerve stimulation and is used by doctors for pain management therapy. I will use it for something very different for you. Unlike the ones you might see in hospitals, mine doesn’t have pads that are placed on the skin but does have rounded electrodes. Where do you think I’m going to place them, pet?” She gulped. “Inside me.” “Smart sub. Yes, in your pussy and in your ass. Just imagine what a blast of electrical output will do to those sensitive areas in you, pet.” She felt him apply lube to her anus with one hand while fingering her pussy with the other. Soon, she was writhing in her restraints. Then he stretched her out, and she felt him put in the little electrodes

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of the TENS unit. “You ready to go to the moon, pet?” She chewed on her lip and closed her eyes, even though she was still wearing the blindfold. She heard a click, and instantly a hot jolt shot through her pussy and ass. Her vagina contracted, and her entire body shook as profound sensations fired deep inside her. It was akin to an orgasm, though more focused and short. She heard another click, and felt the electricity vanish. “Let’s turn this up. You can take more.” Another click. The shock rocked deep into her womb, and her pussy dampened, and her clit throbbed. Click. The voltage retreated. Click. The current penetrated every fiber, causing her insides to fire and ripple with responses so new and immense her mind couldn’t focus on anything. Click. Even though the juice was no longer flowing into her, the uncontrollable trembles it had brought on continued. She felt Master remove the TENS unit’s connectors from her pussy and ass. Then, his fingers threaded through her swollen folds. “Good, pet. Nice and wet for me. Now, let me see how you do with my Nine.” He spoke like a professor giving a lecture to an incoming student. She heard him walk around the back of the triangle, then felt him touch her cheek. “You may have heard of a cat of nine tails.” She had, and jitters jam-packed her insides. “Some people call them ‘captain’s daughters.’ I just call mine ‘Nine.’” He pulled her blindfold up on top of her forehead, allowing her to see the thing in his gloved hand, covering his palm but allowing his fingers to show. The handle of the whip was wrapped in a black

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cloth, and there were nine leather cords attached to it. They looked to Jessie to be about thirty inches long. Anxiety poured into her like a flood. Did he mean to whip her with it? Of course he does. Her safe word sat in the back of her throat, raging to get out like a horse at the start of a race in a stall. No. I can do this. I have to prove to him I can take whatever he dishes out. God, help me. And though nervous, her cravings to please him and be dominated by him pushed her on. She was pleased to see he was wearing the vest. His biceps looked so big and powerful. Master put the blindfold back in place over her eyes. She listened to him walk back to the front of the triangle. When he touched her ass with his fingers, a shiver shot down her spine. “This is an amazing device that was used for centuries, especially by powerful naval forces to keep discipline and order on their ships.” Again, he reminded her of a teacher with his tone. “To survive at sea, a captain was to be obeyed without question. The doling out of punishment was done very formally. That’s how I will issue your punishment today. Listen to the drum roll, pet.” Suddenly, she heard a military-like beat from the speakers in the dungeon. It grew faster and faster, louder and louder. With the last resounding boom, she felt the sting of Master’s Nine on her back. Her consciousness drifted up and away. The sting burned, and her pussy ached. Again, the drum roll began. Jessie tensed, anticipating the Nine’s bite. It came with another big boom, crashing on the flesh of her ass. Tears welled up in her eyes behind the blindfold, but her thoughts raced to subspace. Again, Master removed her mask. “Drink.” He held a glass up to her lips, and she swallowed the cool water. “Good girl.” The blindfold came back down, and soon she heard the drum roll again. Another boom and the Nine’s claws hit her thighs. No longer fully in her body, her mind drifted in a euphoric place in a secret corner of Master’s making. Boom. She imagined the stings were kisses from his

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lips. She dreamed about the slippery future she wanted with him and his brothers. Another drum roll. Boom. The crashes against her body felt far away. Could Master love her? Ever? “Jessie, you with me?” His voice was firm but tender. “Yes, Master.” Her legs were shaky, her arms were aching, and her ass and back burned. But all she could focus on was the convulsing in her pussy and the throbbing of her clit. “Don’t forget your safe word, pet.” “I won’t.” “Alaska” was her word, but she didn’t need it, and that filled her up with pride. “Just say the word, and this ends.” Why did he say that? Was he testing her limits? “No, Master. I’m okay.” She felt him thread his hands through her hair, and then he tugged, jerking her head just a bit. “More than okay, pet.” She felt his hot breath on her neck. “Much more. You want this like mad, don’t you?” She nodded. He touched her mound, and a jolt of hotness shot through her. “You’re absolutely soaked, pet. That pleases me.” “Thank you, Master.” Did he really mean it? Could she actually win him over by submitting fully to him and his ways?

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Chapter Five Jessie’s breathing turned shallow and quick. Her skin heated. Though she couldn’t see Austin, she could feel the weight of his body against her backside. He’d shed his clothes, and his dick pressed against her ass. “You want me inside you, pet?” “Yes, Master. I do.” Her voice didn’t falter, though cravings tore at her womb. “You need to answer my question then.” He reached around and pinched her nipples. A delicious burn stung them. “What question, Master?” “Tell me what was troubling you in the kitchen.” Unable to hold back any longer, she confessed. The words spilled out of her like a waterfall. “I’m terrified you don’t find me attractive, and that you’re only spending time with me to indulge your brothers. You didn’t even try to fuck me last night. If you don’t find me sexy, I understand. I’m no model. I’m just average. My heart is breaking, Austin, but I can’t come between brothers. I won’t.” “You’re silly, pet. If you wonder whether or not I find you desirable or not, try this on for size.” His dick came up and slid between her ass’s cheeks. It was long and very hard. “Believe me, you’re anything but average. I love your tits.” His hands cupped her breasts. “Your curves knock me out.” She felt his hands drift down her sides slowly. “Your sweet, little pussy is like a magnet to me.” His fingers reached around her hips and walked through her wet creases. Every one of his touches created sensations inside her, causing her

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breathing to race and her body to heat. “You do want to be inside me, Master?” “Yes, pet. I do.” The truth of his hunger for her was evident by his tone. Still she wondered how deep his desire went for her? Was it enough to last the week? What about a lifetime? She felt Austin’s weight come off her. “You tensed up? Why? Don’t hold back, pet.” “I–I…am afraid…you only want to fuck me now. After this, you may not want to do it again.” “That’s the truth about what you were thinking. Good girl.” He stroked her hair. “Don’t worry, pet. I will be inside you as much as I can the next seven days. There’s no stopping me, I promise. Trust me with your pleasure. Okay?” “Yes, Master.” If she couldn’t have forever, at least she would have a week with the sexy Dom. Her cravings for him screamed loud in her mind and body. Austin’s lips kissed her lower back, and she felt him apply lube to her ass. His finger pierced through the tightness, and he stretched her out. “Pet, listen to me. Last night, you came without my permission. Follow my commands, and you will reach an orgasm this morning that will blow your mind. But you cannot come until I say. Understand?” “I’ll try.” “You’ll do more than try. You will obey me and wait until I say.” “Yes, Master.” She felt his thumb press on her clit, as he sent another finger into her ass. The burn in her anus and the throb of her clit mixed together, making her woozy and hot. His voice dipped to a low octave of masculinity. “Take a deep breath.” She obeyed. “Let it out slowly, pet.”

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As the last gust of air from her lungs leaked past her lips, he filled her ass up with his massive dick. A burning and full sensation overtook her. “O–Oh!” “Breathe, Jessie.” She clenched her teeth to fight back the pain. Completely seated inside her ass, his hands worked her pussy and clit over, sending sparks to every nerve ending. Shivers rumbled through her, like aftershocks of an earthquake. Her aches and burn felt amazing. Slowly, he thrust his cock in and out of her ass, providing sensations that tore down all her resistance and worries. Unable to focus on anything but the here and now, being with Austin, she settled back into just enjoying the bliss she found herself in of his making. Tears rolled from her eyes down her cheeks. And each drop was filled with the need to surrender to him. She sobbed, crying out his name. Master nibbled on her ear as he continued his assault into her ass. Her clit burned like fire, and her need grew even more. He plunged in and out of her ass, his rhythm perfect to the ache rolling inside her. Stroke by stroke, Master’s fervor seemed to redouble. With each stab of his cock into her ass, she felt his body slam against her backside. His torturous pounding continued, bringing her so very close to the brink. But he’d told her not to come. She fought against the impossible flood that demanded to be unleashed. “Wait for my permission,” he instructed. She needed release like drought-ridden pastures needed rain. Her head spun, and her body ached. Austin touched her clit gently, continuing his thrusts into her. “Do you surrender to me?” “Yes, Master.” “Then come for me, pet.” “Y–Yes!” Her womb convulsed and her entire body shook as she lost herself in the release. She thrashed against the restraints as Master drove even deeper into her ass with his dick. She trembled, and the

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waves of pleasure pushed her forward, causing her to sob. “Fuck yeah!” Austin yelled, and she felt his dick pulsing inside her ass. Her delicious shivers continued, and she felt him lean into her with all his weight. She liked how he felt against her. After several minutes, he unfastened her from the triangle and rubbed her arms and legs, which helped her circulation to return quickly. Master removed the blindfold, and gazed at her with his dark, amazing eyes. Then he lifted her up in his arms, and took her back to the bathroom. “Sit on the side of the tub, pet.” He placed her down, and she obeyed. Jessie liked that he wasn’t wearing any clothes either, though it didn’t really make things level between them. His body was muscular and powerful. Hers was soft and feminine. Still, she very much enjoyed the view. Austin methodically went around the bathroom, turning on the water, gathering up all sorts of items. Soon, he sat next to her and began massaging her arms and legs, applying oils and creams. “How does that feel?” “It’s feels amazing, Master.” “Good. Turn around so I can work on your back.” She did, and he applied more salve to her welts. The cream felt cool and took the sting away. “Face me, Jessie.” His tone came from deep in his chest. With her bare bottom still on the edge of the tub, she turned back around. “Yes, Master.” He gazed at her for the longest time. She wondered what he was thinking. After a bit, his hand went behind her neck, and he pulled her close. His lips were a razor’s edge away from hers, and yet, he didn’t move. “Master?” “Yes, pet.”

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“Do you want to kiss me?” “Yes.” Still, he remained a breath away. It might not mean much to him, but she had to thank him for showing her more about herself than she’d ever known before. “Master, I’m glad you let me come to your home. Thank you.” His eyes widened, and then he pressed his mouth against hers. Our first kiss! There was no softness in his lips. They were powerful, urgent, and demanding. As his tongue leapt into her mouth, she became so wonderfully woozy. He continued kissing her until her lips throbbed and her body melted into him. Clearly there was more to this kiss than she knew, but she couldn’t even tempt a guess as to what. Even as he deepened his kiss, she knew Austin was still closed to her. Didn’t matter any longer. He’d conquered her completely. Seven days and nights might be all she would have with Austin, but she prayed for forever. Either way, she’d go the distance with him—even if it broke her heart in two. Austin released her mouth, and his stare locked onto her. Another long pause had her trembling. Finally, he said, “Time for your bath, sweetheart.” Jessie couldn’t help but smile. Until this moment, he’d only called her by name, or “pet,” or “sub.” Sweetheart! Hearing that word from him thrilled her, and she needed to hear it again and again. The Big Bad Wolf kissed her again, causing a tingle to shoot down her spine into her toes. This time he attacked her mouth less ferociously, but still she sensed something unspoken from him, though she didn’t know what. She hoped this embrace was his silent claim of her. How could she be certain with Austin so guarded and closed to her? He broke the kiss. Looking pleased, he asked, “You ready?” Jessie nodded, realizing if Austin tossed her away after this week, then her heart would break in two, and she would lose all her cowboy loves, which now included a man she called “Master.”

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**** Austin sat in a chair next to his bed, waiting for Jessie to fall asleep. “Master?” Her eyelids were fluttering heavily from fatigue induced by the bath he’d given her. “Shh, pet. Go to sleep.” “Thank you.” Jessie’s bravery and determination had totally trampled his selfcontrol, sending his previous game plan out the window. “You’re welcome.” She sighed. “Austin, thank you for showing me—” “Pet, you’re exhausted. Rest.” “I will, but…” Tears brimmed in her gorgeous eyes. “Your brothers and I shouldn’t have tried to…I mean, I shouldn’t have…tricked…sorry.” Two little streams fell down her cheeks. “Quiet, sweetheart.” He leaned forward in the chair, grabbed her hand and squeezed. “Talking can wait. Now, be good and catch some zees.” She smiled, nodded, and closed her eyes. As he expected, she dropped off in less than a minute. Austin gazed at the metal around her tiny neck. An unbreakable connection to Jessie wrapped itself around his being as she continued to meet his dominance with the most courageous submissiveness he’d ever experienced. Soon, he would replace her training choker with a permanent collar. He stood up. Though tempted to crawl in next to her, he needed time alone to think. He walked to the panel of paper and wood, and then turned back. Before quietly closing the divider, he glanced once again at the center of the bed that held the sleeping beauty. Mine. So much for his plan to push her away. Instead, she’d ensnared

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him completely. Seeing her on his A-frame had broken his willpower flat. He’d tried to keep his head, tried to stay focused on the task, and tried to keep his brothers’ happiness in mind. But every thought crumbled when he felt her trembles as he applied the salve to her marks he’d given her. He’d been willing to let her go to be their wife, knowing how it would crush him. How he wished he could see his way clear to join his brothers in a plural marriage with her, but he couldn’t. He’d told many a newbie Dom to begin with the end in mind, and that was exactly what he would do with Jessie. Life was about to take a nasty turn he’d been trying to avoid for a very long time. He wasn’t like Jackson, Phoenix, Dallas, and Denver. Though they might begin the relationship with forever in mind, his darkness and methods would eventually push his brothers away. And though he hated what he had to do to keep Jessie for himself, he would do whatever it took to make sure that happened. Six more nights. It needed be enough to win Jessie’s complete surrender. He’d make sure it was enough.

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Chapter Six Walking around the tranquil Japanese garden, Jessie sees five cowboys approaching on horses…her cowboys—Jackson, Phoenix, Dallas, Denver, and Austin. Their smiles warm her up. Austin speaks first. “Come here, pet.” She obeys, and he pulls her up on his horse in front of him. She wears no clothes, and he fondles her breasts. Jackson grins. “You look beautiful, darlin’.” She giggles. “Thank you.” “Angel, I can’t wait to taste your sweet cream.” Phoenix sends her a wicked wink, causing her to become extremely dizzy. “We should tie Jessie up before we get started.” Dallas isn’t wearing his white hat. Soon, she’ll be stroking his shaved head as he licks her pussy. The thought leaves her hot with desire. “Sounds good to me.” Denver’s lips curl up into a sexy grin. A tingle shoots down her spine. A young woman arrives on skates. She’s got the body of a centerfold model. Jessie asks, “Who are you?” “I’m Sally Jo, Austin’s girlfriend.” The woman sends a very clear message with her middle finger. Jessie’s jaw drops. “You’re who?” Before she can ask Austin if what Sally Jo says is true, seven more men on horseback ride up to their group. Jessie tries to cover herself by placing her arms over her chest. Austin smiles. “Time to introduce you to some of our brothers you haven’t met yet but will eventually marry, too.”

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Jessie can’t believe her ears. More brothers? Impossible. “Alaska! Alaska!” **** “Wake up, sub.” Austin’s voice jerked Jessie back into consciousness. “Time for another lesson.” She lifted her head from the soft pillow and shifted to a sitting position. Thank God it had been only a dream and there were really no more Wilde brothers for her to fuck. She had more than enough of them to deal with now. In fact, she knew it was crazy to pursue a relationship with five men, but she couldn’t go back now. She looked up at Austin—Master. The Big Bad Wolf’s demeanor was intense and all business, remaining closed to her. An enigma. He wore a white T-shirt instead of his leather vest, which she’d learned likely meant the next session would be lighter than their previous one. She resisted the urge to pout. Of course her body needed a softer round, but her awakened overwhelming itch for more of his torment needed to be scratched. This is day seven. Our final time together. The image of a game clock clicking down to zero appeared in her mind. Anxiety wrapped itself tightly around her insides. Success for the mission of opening Austin up to something more permanent with her and his brothers seemed unlikely with each passing hour. Whatever his secrets, they didn’t change how she felt for him, no matter how worried she was that he didn’t feel the same. If she’d refused his angry offer that first night at The Masters’ Chambers, maybe her heart would’ve stayed intact. But she was now completely crazy for the alpha cowboy, and her heart didn’t have a chance to remain unscathed. He placed a hairbrush, a blindfold, and several red and black ropes on the bed next to her. “You ready to move to advanced, Jessie?”

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Her cheeks got really warm. “Haven’t we been operating at an advanced level already, Master?” He’d fucked her ass, and though he’d used dildos on her, still he’d never thrust his dick in her pussy. Surely that meant something. Something she wasn’t ready to face. Could filling her pussy up with his cock be what he had in mind for this sexual bout? Had he saved his best for their last day together? Hope sprung up inside her, and a wanton tingle spread through her channel. “Pet, your edge is still undiscovered and untested. Does that surprise you?” Like a world-class musician, he’d strummed every inch of her body for the past six days and nights in his dungeon providing her rapturous sensations until the world and all her worries had faded into oblivion. But whenever the sex had ended, anxiety had always flooded back into Jessie. She had a single reason why she was in his home and in his bed. To win him over. “Yes, Master. That surprises me some.” What could he have in mind for her next? He’d introduced her to an array of ways to reach a state of dreamy submission. Not a single mark he’d left would be permanent, but she could still feel every delicious sting he’d given her. It would be several days until the burn and ache of her body faded. Yet what had her in a panic wasn’t about the new sexual delights he would show her today, but was about how little time she had left with him. With one hand he cupped her chin, and with the other he stroked her hair. “Did my brother tell you about Shibari?” “No, Master. What is that?” His tone deepened. “It’s a type of bondage that was imported from Japan and utilizes ropes to tie up submissives. Kinbaku, in English ‘tight binding,’ is artistic bondage. The translation of Shibari is…” From the very beginning of the week, Austin had seemed to enjoy being “Instructor Dom” much more than being with her. She had no reason to believe he felt differently now. He continued with the

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history lesson, sounding similar to one of her professors from university, about the rope fetish. She listened halfheartedly. She expected Austin would take her back to her hotel tomorrow morning and everything would be over. Her insides sank. She wouldn’t just be losing him. She would be losing Jackson, Phoenix, Dallas, and Denver. Though those four would want her to stay with them in spite of Austin’s refusal, she couldn’t be the wedge between them and their eldest brother. She clearly didn’t have much intuition, plain as day by her long engagement to a gay man. Still, she’d hoped to hear some evidence of interest from Austin that would give her some assurances, but not a single word of what he felt about her left his lips. He didn’t talk much except when educating her on BDSM. Was she reading into his silence outside his dungeon too much? Maybe, but she didn’t think so. He knew the real reason why she was here, and still he remained mute. Though screwed up as it was, words always spoke louder than actions for her. She needed to hear him say something that would mean she had a chance. But the words never came. “…more of a journey than a destination for both Dom and submissive.” Master stopped and raised an eyebrow. “Are you taking this in?” Am I only a project to him? A plaything to toss away in the morning? Defeat seemed inevitable to her, but damn it, she was not going to give up until the final buzzer sounded. His brothers, her lovers, deserved her very best attempt. “I’m listening. Shibari is rope bondage from Japan. Is that why you chose an Asian aesthetic for your home, Master?” “You’re sharp, pet. Yes.” He collected two of the red ropes and folded them in half in his hand. “These are for your gorgeous hair.” He held them up for her to see. “May I touch them?” “Yes.”

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She caressed the two ropes lightly with her fingertips, and an anticipatory buzzing rolled through her. Though very tightly woven, it felt almost silky. “What’s it made of?” “Little girl has a lot of questions.” His head tilted forward, making her jittery. Thankfully, he looked back at his ropes. “I only use hemp, not because it is traditional, but because it’s easy to tie and for knots to hold. Also, these are from a maker I’ve been buying from for years. Their ropes are finished to perfection and restrain without causing skin-cutting friction.” She couldn’t wait to feel the ropes’ smoothness on her flesh. Austin sat down next to her on the bed. “First, let’s get your hair brushed. Turn your head away from me, pet.” “Yes, Master.” His fingers and the brush worked magic on her tangles, and she nearly drifted off. She felt him gather up her hair in a ponytail and began wrapping two of the ropes around it. “Like your collar, hair bondage is another way for me to control you.” He jerked on her hair, causing her head to tilt back. “Your throat is so pretty and vulnerable. Understand?” A dizzy, exposed sensation took hold of her, and she loved it. “Yes, Master.” He released her hair and continued tying up her locks with the two ropes. “I can use it like a leash to lead you around, or I can immobilize your head by attaching it to something, like a clamp or even other ropes.” She closed her eyes and enjoyed the feel of him behind her, possessing her hair with his hands and Shibari knots. It took about ten minutes for him to finish tying up her locks. “Done,” Austin stated, a hint of pride in his tone. She could feel the rope on the small of her back. He flipped the braid over her shoulder, and it fell across her chest. She admired the crisscross beauty he’d created with her hair and the two ropes. “You’re wondering why I made the braid longer than your hair

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falls?” She nodded. “You’re about to find out the reason.” He left the bed. “Stand up, pet.” She obeyed, and he spun her to a position facing away from him. “Looks good.” Austin turned her again so that she could look up into his eyes. He cupped her breasts. A tingle shot down her spine and into her pussy. “Time to tie these beauties up. Ready?” he asked. “Yes, Master.” He grabbed up a very long rope, leaving some of the length still on the bed. “I’m going to put you into ball-tie that will restrain you into a fetal position where your legs are bent double until your heels press against that sweet ass of yours.” She felt his rough hands rub her bottom, and heat swelled through her. He continued his instructions, while tying her wrists and elbows behind her back. “You’ll enjoy this position because I can leave you in it for a long time without chance of injury. How are you doing, pet?” “I’m green, Master.” “You have had some training. Good. Tell me what the colors mean.” She felt like a child’s toy as he spun her around, wrapping her breasts back and wrists up with the ropes. “Yes, Master. I’m good whenever I answer ‘green.’ ‘Yellow’ means I’m close to my limit.” “And red?” “About to reach my hard limit, and I’m close to saying my safe word.” She didn’t want to think about what it would mean to speak her word to him. “Don’t fret, Jessie. If you feel the need to say ‘red’ or your safe word, do it.” He cupped her chin and lifted so that she gazed into his eyes. “But trust me, pet, I know more about your state than you do.

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You’ll see.” He stepped back, scanned his handiwork, and then he nodded. He placed the blindfold on her, tying it behind her braid. A delicious darkness took her to a woozy space. “Yes, Master.” “I’m not going to gag you, sweetheart. I want to hear your moans. But I am going to help quiet your mind by taking something away from you. Want to guess what?” “I can’t think of anything, Master.” “Say hello to silence, pet.”

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Chapter Seven Jessie felt Austin place something in her ears, and all sound faded to nothingness. Without sight or hearing, the three senses he’d left her with—smell, touch, and taste—were heightened to deliriousness. In the quiet and darkness he’d provided, her nipples stung and ached from his pinches and licks. She could smell his scent of leather and musk, and her clit throbbed. When she tasted his lips pressing against hers, her pussy dampened beyond what she thought possible. Master had captured her. There was no escape. Another kiss. Penetrating, but tender. Then she sensed him leave the bed. Instantly, she missed his weight on top of her. Nervousness welled up inside her. Had he left the room, too? If so, where was he going? What was next? How long would he leave her this way? She couldn’t move, couldn’t see, couldn’t hear… She realized her questions were futile. All she could do was wait as she was under his complete control. He’d left her the ability to speak, so she still had her safe word, but she had no need of it. Her throat vibrated as she exhaled her last sigh of surrender. Even though she couldn’t move, she actually felt comfortable in the ball-tie on the bed. Her mind drifted into a lazy subspace where time didn’t seem to exist. Then she felt him lift her up in his arms. He placed her onto something that she thought might be a cushioned table. Then the vibration let her know he was moving her. The thing has wheels. Where is he taking me? To his dungeon, I bet. But the trip continued too long for that to be their destination.

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When a breeze hit her skin, she knew they were in his fenced garden. She recalled the gorgeous space. Having sex with Master in the tranquility of the outdoors she knew would be amazing. But the trek of her table continued. Her heart thudded in her chest as the heat of the sun warmed her skin. It couldn’t be past noon, and the forecast had clear skies. Was he taking her out of the seclusion of his yard? Oh God! Any wandering passerby would be able to see her tied up like a turkey for Thanksgiving. She waited for the table to jerk going down the front steps, but when it didn’t, she deduced he was taking her out the back part of his property. She’d never seen that area, but thankfully remembered he was far from any other homes or civilization. She felt his hand on her back. His rubs were gentle and calming. Still immobile, blind, and deaf, she did her best to focus. With her amplified remaining senses, she took in every clue. The air smelled fresh. By the feel of the table, she knew they were heading up a hill. Then the vibration of the table ended. Master’s hand left her back. Jessie’s nerve endings sparked to life, every one of them, as excitement and anxiety danced together inside her. The lack of stimulus continued for some time. She hummed just to feel the vacillation in her throat. Suddenly, she felt her ropes being removed, first freeing her hair, then her ankles, next her wrists, and so on. This took some time, but with each inch returned to her, tingles spread over her skin. What could Austin have planned for her? Soon, he guided her to a standing position. His hands rubbed every inch of her body, spending an extravagant amount of time on her pussy. Her clit burned and ached until she was dizzy. Then, sound and sight returned to her as Master removed her blindfold and earplugs. She blinked in full sun, her eyes unable to focus. His tone was commanding and richly deep. “Give me a color,

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pet.” “Green, Master. I’m green.” Tingles spread through her, as he nodded his approval. “Excellent.” Wearing only her training collar now, she finally was able to bring into focus the table that had been her transport to this place. It did have wheels and a shelf below. On the shelf were the ropes Master had used to restrain her in a ball-tie. Now, they were neatly wrapped up and put away. Seeing the other items on the lower part of the table like wrist cuffs, paddles, and whips made her temperature shoot up. “Vision clear?” “Yes, Master.” She saw he was wearing his leather vest that meant the next round would be anything but light. Her pussy moistened, and her body flamed. Jessie looked past him to the landscape, and she realized she’d been here before. Her jaw dropped. She spun around and saw something that she’d not known was so close to Austin’s house. His tree! “But…” She thought about her two trips to his tree, and her knees became wobbly. “Did you see? He pulled her to his side. “Yes, pet. Once. The time you left with Dallas.” “Oh God.” Her hands shot up to her face. She couldn’t process or distinguish the colliding feelings through her. Anger, shock, shame, excitement, and a million other emotions fought for space inside her head. “I don’t know what to say.” “You don’t have to say anything.” He grabbed her hair braid and pulled her back to his side. “Who’s in charge here?” There was no doubt in her. He saw everything. “You are.” “That’s right. Good girl.” He attached cuffs to her wrists and gathered up some items. She was too woozy and spent to look to see what they were. Instead, she leaned into his chest. He led her to the tree. “We’re here now to issue punishment for

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trespassing. That’s considered a pretty big crime in these parts, pet. So, I’ll not be going light on you. No paddles. You’re about to graduate to feel the bite of my whip. Understand?” She swallowed hard, anxious as to what was coming. “I think so.” “Some members of The Masters’ Chambers say I’m sadistic, but I pride myself on my self-control. Pain has a purpose. It’s a tool. Doesn’t work for everyone the same way, but for you, it works like a charm.” Jessie knew what he said was true. Master attached her wrist cuffs to the clamps in the tree limb above her head. “Excellent, pet.” Warmth shot through her body up from her pussy and into her throbbing clit. “This is my specialized leg spreader.” He held it up for her to see. It looked like a shiny metal tube with several loops on the ends. “I’m going to attach this to your ankles. You see the two rings near the ends?” As gooseflesh popped up on her skin, she nodded. “Those, I’ll stake to the ground, fastening the spreader so you won’t be able to move an inch. It’ll feel different than the ball-tie, but it will still immobilize you just as well.” Per his promise, he anchored her to the tree and the ground with her arms above her head and her legs spread wide. She listened to his final step to immobilize her. The metal clang hit her eardrums hard as he drove the rods into the earth. Austin pulled out a long black whip from the table’s lower shelf. “Ready to be introduced to my singletail’s bite?” She chewed on her lip, wanting to answer, but unable to find words. “Give me a color, pet.” “Y–Yellow,” she whispered. “Good girl. Let’s get you back to green.” He kissed her deeply, until her body felt like a drenched cloth. His tongue swept into her

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mouth, sending hot and overwhelming sensations through her. He tugged on her hair braid and brought his arm around her waist, pulling her closer to his lips devastating assault. She moaned her surrender into his mouth. “What color now, pet?” She sighed. “Green, Master.” “Excellent.” He stepped back, and studied her. “Listen to me, Jessie. It’s true that a whip in inexperienced hands can be very dangerous, but I’m very experienced. I have been throwing single tails for years, and I practice with my whips every day. I won’t harm you.” His pledge did some to ease her concerns. “But know this, you can take pain. In fact, pet, you lust for it.” Deep down, she knew he was right. His stings had sent her to a space of release and abandon, helping her to focus on his gifts of awesome sensations in her body and of pure emotions in her mind. He stood in front of her, and rolled out the leather whip. It was at least six feet long, maybe even eight. Sensual jitters swelled through her, causing a concert of burn to hit her nipples and clit. Master grinned, then sent the length of the strap into the air to the left of her. Crack! Jessie jerked against her restraints, though she didn’t move more than a fraction of an inch. Akin to thunder, once again, he snaked the whip through the air calling forth the savage beast. His skill with the whip was obvious, as Master made it dance in front of her. He threw it overhand, then backhand, then sidearm, and then like a lion tamer forming an S in the sky. This routine went on for several minutes. He called forth the wicked sound, again and again, until she was nothing more than a puddle. She feared and craved the feel of the monster’s dangerous bite. “Color?” “Green, Master.” He nodded and wrapped up the snaky leather into a loop, and then

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walked behind her out of her range of vision. “Ready, pet?” “Y–Yes.” She felt the sting before she heard the now familiar crack. Like a lover’s bite, she felt the heat from the whip’s first strike in the middle of her left ass cheek. The burn fired up delicious sensations in her body. “A first taste, sweetheart.” She heard him step up behind her. Then when she felt his fingers on the spot on her ass the lash had struck, her pussy dampened. “Six more to go, pet. Understand?” Oh God! “Yes, Master.” “Perfect. Feel my energy in each strike.” His voice was the sexiest she’d ever heard it. “Color?” “Green.” She’d been to his tree before, but never with him. This seemed so much like an initiation, and it felt so right. “Ready?” Crack! Her right ass cheek now burned in harmony with her left. Tears welled up in her eyes, and dizziness rushed in. Crack! The top of her ass chimed in. Crack! The bottom of her right cheek trumpeted. Though unable to move but a fraction of an inch, Jessie’s insides were shaking fiercely. Austin’s whip never landed on her in the same spot. He never hit her thighs or back, but concentrated on her ass. This was so much more than a paddling, and liquid oozed from her pussy down her inner thighs. She’d never been so wet in all her life. “Last one, Jessie.” She’d lost count after number three, drifting into a woozy sphere between complete consciousness and unconsciousness. The final sting from his whip burned hotter than all the rest, causing her clit to burn and throb. In a flash, he had her restraints removed, and he carried her back to the table, placing her on her stomach. She felt him apply cooling cream to her stinging ass.

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“You did great, Jessie. So great.” He called me by name. She smiled. “Thank you, Master.” “Roll over for me.” She obeyed. Her back now nestled against the table’s cushion. Austin cupped her chin and pressed his lips against hers. Need flooded into her, and she sent her hands up to his shoulders. As he plunged his tongue into her mouth, she clawed at his back. Uncontrollable shivers rocked inside her. She wanted more. He knew her buttons and pushed them over and over. This cowboy had awakened an unquenchable thirst. She knew it would never go away. Sure, it could be subdued for a time, but not forever. She would have to come to the fountain again and again. She’d come to Wilde a virgin. Now, she was a full-blown woman who had enjoyed more kinds of sexual experiences than the majority of women in the entire world ever had. And, she had fallen in love with five amazing men. For some that might be a nightmare, but for her, it was a dream. As Austin latched on to her breasts with his hands, her taut nipples jutted out. His massaging turned to tweaks on her tiny bits of flesh, and she couldn’t help but lick her lips. Austin brought his mouth down on her right nipple, and then sucked her hard until she was moaning. Then he moved to her other breast, and did the same. “Color?” “Green, Master. That feels so good.” His hand slid down her abdomen to her belly button until finally arriving at her pussy. She bit her lip when his thumb pressed on her burning clit. With his other hand, he spread her legs apart. Then he kissed her swollen folds. “Sweet cream.” Sparks flew through her as he brushed her pussy with his tongue. Mini quakes erupted deep inside her channel, and heat washed over her. When he captured her clit with his teeth, she screamed.

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“Yes!” His finger shot into her, rubbing that special place in her pussy that sent her to the moon, causing her back to arch off the table. Instinct took her over. As she clawed the back of his head, she lifted her hips, pressing her pussy into his face. Hearing him lap of her juices and feeling his mouth on her pussy saturated her entire being with a delirious, raw craze. Her nerves fired in rapid succession, melting her inside and out. With his digit still probing her insides, he growled, “Come for your Master, pet.” “Y–Yes!” She tightened her pussy’s walls around his meaty finger, and writhed against his mouth. Her womb spasmed violently as her orgasm blazed red hot. Pleasure-filled eruptions rocked through her body, and her clit pulsated. Then she screamed as her climax reached its pinnacle. Austin rubbed her legs. “Good girl.” Jessie didn’t have enough breath to do more than murmur, so she smiled instead. Without hesitation, he flipped her back on her stomach. He stretched and lubed her ass with his fingers until her thirst returned. “God, you’re really something else, sweetheart.” “Thank you.” She watched him shed his clothes, including his Dom vest. He climbed up on top of her, and she loved feeling his weight press on her back. He whispered in her ear. “I’m going to fill up your pretty, little ass, pet. Color?” She blinked. “Green, Master.” In a single powerful stroke, he thrust his cock into her ass. The first jolt of pain caused her breath catch in her chest. The sensation of being completely filled up engulfed her. She chewed on her lower lip, riding out the pain. As the discomfort subsided, a ravenous fever grew deep inside her.

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“Your ass feels amazing around my dick, sweetheart. Ready to go for a ride?” She blinked. “Oh God.” “I’ll take that as a yes, pet.” In and out, he drilled her with his cock. His tempo was slow and methodical. He was like a machine that drove her mad with desire. “Fuck. You’re tight.” “Ohhh…” She felt completely filled up by him. “Clench my cock with your ass,” he commanded. She obeyed, and felt his dick jerk inside her. “Like that, Master?” “Fuck yeah!” His pounding sped up as he slammed into her ass. Every time he sent the length of his cock into her, her clit was smashed against the table. His unrelenting plunges into her ass created hot, electrical sensations that flared to life through her body. She screamed. Master pulled on her braid, reminding Jessie of his dominance over her. She curled her hands into fists, and pounded the table as her passion consumed her. Tears streamed from her eyes, and her mouth gaped open as the first convulsions of her orgasm erupted from inside her pussy. She yelled, “Oh, God!” “Take every drop of me, pet!” She felt his final thrust slam her fully into the table. When she felt him shoot his cum inside her, ecstasy routed all sanity. Shivers took her over. He kissed the back of her neck. “Are you hungry?” He’s not going to fuck my pussy. Her heart deflated. “No, Master.” Austin crawled off of her, and she missed the feel of his frame on top of hers. “You will be. I’m going to fix you a big dinner.” When he touched her training collar, she almost lost it right then, but she somehow held back her despair. “Thank you, Master.” I’m only a plaything for him. He has no desire to make love to me. She felt like the biggest fool.

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He dressed and gathered up all the things he’d brought. “Stay on the table, pet. You’re exhausted.” “Yes, Master.” “Do you need something?” he asked, sounding a bit concerned. She prayed he couldn’t read her mind right now. “May I wear the blindfold and the earplugs until we eat? I want to be still for a while and enjoy my afterglow, Master.” His eyebrow raised up, and then lowered. “Okay, sweetheart. Sure.” “Thank you.” As the darkness and quiet wrapped around her like a mother’s embrace, her silent tears rocked her body. She hoped Austin would think it was only a result of her coming down from her climax, and not what the real cause was—her heart ripping apart.

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Chapter Eight Paul King sat in his motel room. He would make sure the bitch paid for what she’d done to him. On the bed were his shotgun, two rifles, and his pistol. With every lawman in the state looking for him, he would need help from someone he could trust. Of course, his nephew was the first to come to his mind. Paul had ditched his cell awhile back, knowing the authorities would be able to track him that way. So, he dialed the boy from the room’s phone. No answer. Damn it! He should’ve run the cunt through with the knife back at Norma’s when he’d had the chance. Rage rolled through him. Somehow, he had to get back to Wilde and fix his missteps with that bitch. Paul picked up the pistol and aimed it at his forehead’s reflection in the mirror on the wall. No matter what he had to do to make sure she was pushing up daisies in forty-eight hours or less, he’d fucking do it. **** In his backyard, Austin flipped the steaks on the grill. The night was quiet, but he’d leaned his rifle against the wall, just in case some uninvited guest showed up. Paul King was still out there. Until the fucker was captured, Austin would have a weapon always at the ready. Hell, even after that. When it came to protecting Jessie, he would never take shortcuts.

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Before drifting off to sleep, she’d ordered her steak well done. He couldn’t imagine how she could eat her meat that way. He liked his rare. That was just another example to him of the power of opposites attracting each other. It apparently even extended into dietary preferences. As the sizzling of the sirloins quieted, Austin realized he was whistling. God, had he ever done that before? No. Having Jessie in his home had actually changed him. He felt happy. He’d worked hard to get her to a state where she would give over all her power, but he believed he’d succeeded. She was ready. Tonight, he would replace her training collar with a permanent one that signified she was his. At first, he knew she wouldn’t understand why he would not let her return to his brothers, but in time she would. He would be enough for her from now on. He’d withheld his dick from her pussy for the entire week, and though fucking her ass had been awesome, he couldn’t wait to feel her tight cunt wrapped around his cock. Once his collar was around her neck, he’d make love to her all night long. An engine roared to life outside his gate. “What the fuck!” He slammed the lid of the grill down and ran to his gate, grabbing the rifle. Cocking it, he sent a bullet into the chamber. Then he clicked the safety off. The motherfucker was a dead man. When he opened the gate, headlights blinded him for a split second, and he almost sent a bullet through the windshield of the driver’s side of his truck. Thank God he hesitated. Not Paul King. Without clothes and wearing her training collar, Jessie was behind the wheel. She shook her head. Her eyes were blood red from crying. He jumped for the truck’s door, but she was too smart for him. She backed the truck up in a flash. Then she peeled out, spreading gravel in every direction. He’d miscalculated her state. Anger filled him up. He had a pretty good idea who she’d go to. If he ran, he calculated he could make it

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there in just over two hours. But he needed one thing before he did. Austin marched back through his front gate to his house to get Jessie’s new collar. **** Watching Austin’s image grow smaller in the rearview, Jessie sobbed. She blinked fast to catch glimpses of the road. She hadn’t conspired to escape him, but when she’d decided to go looking for him and had seen Austin’s truck keys on the kitchen table…she didn’t think. She just went on autopilot. No matter how many times she tried to reason why he’d never filled her pussy up with his dick, it always came out with the same result—he clearly didn’t want her. She couldn’t bear another second knowing that. After she wiped her eyes, she tapped the steering wheel with her shaky fingers. “Where to now, dummy? With no clothes, obviously not to town.” As much as she dreaded facing Denver, his place was the closest to Austin’s. It made the most sense. Saying good-bye to him would kill her, but somehow, she had to. No way would she come between these brothers. Another round of tears fell until her eyes burned. “I wish I could just say good-bye to them all at once.” As she turned into Denver’s driveway, she realized her wish might come true since four trucks were parked side by side in front of his house. They’re all here. She needed a second to gain her composure, but no such luck. In complete cowboy regalia, Jackson, Phoenix, Dallas, and Denver bolted from the front door and surrounded the truck. Two of them had guns drawn. With all Nevada quiet, they must’ve heard her driving up. Denver opened the driver’s door of the truck and pulled her up

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into his arms. “Sweetheart, are you okay?” She opened her mouth to answer, but then fell into a fit of tears. She leaned her head into his chest as he carried her into his home. Denver placed her on his sofa and covered her in a blanket. “Drink, darlin’.” Jackson handed her a tequila shot. “I promise it’ll help calm your nerves.” “I’m going to kill the bastard.” Dallas pounded the wall with his fists. “No,” she said shakily. “It’s not Austin’s fault. It’s no one’s.” She downed the tequila. Jackson poured her another one, and handed it to her. After the third shot, she did feel a bit better. Denver sat down beside her and pulled her up in his lap. “Tell us everything, Jessie.” Little by little, she told them what had happened. The week had been amazing. Austin had helped her feel things she didn’t even know were possible. For whatever reason, he didn’t have feelings for her. “How do you know for sure?” Denver asked, rocking her in his arms. Her insides froze. “He did everything but fuck my pussy with his dick.” “Austin’s an asshole,” Phoenix growled. Jackson shook his head. “Well, that’s that.” “Fuck him,” Dallas said through gritted teeth. “No, guys. He’s always been truthful about this.” Denver’s tone was filled with sadness and resignation. “We were grasping at straws.” He turned to her and kissed her forehead. “Please forgive us, love. We shouldn’t have put you through that. I just thought he would—” “Turn around,” she finished for him. “We all did. It’s no one’s fault. Chemistry is to blame. That’s all. Unfortunately, Austin’s doesn’t mesh with mine.” “Fine. We tried. It didn’t work.” Dallas huffed. “Time for us to

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build a life together.” She shook her head. “No. It’s not.” “What do you mean, sweetheart?” Denver asked. “I can’t do this. I love you all. But I can’t come between you and Austin. I won’t.” Denver cupped her chin. “You haven’t, love. He’s made his choice.” “But there might be another woman who would have something that appealed to him. Then you could have—” “Shh.” Denver placed his index finger on her lips. “Poor baby. You’re carrying way too much on those tiny shoulders.” “Angel, you’re the only woman for me.” Phoenix’s gaze trapped her eyes. Jackson stepped closer. “I love you. You know that, right?” “Yes, and I love you, too. But is that enough? I can’t break up a family.” Dallas grabbed her hand. “You haven’t. Actually, you’ve brought me even closer to my brothers. Austin has been a lone wolf ever since I can remember. I hate it, but that’s his doing.” “Jessie, I love you with all my heart.” Denver’s lips feathered her ear. “We all do. We’re not letting you go. No matter what.” “Tell her, bro,” Phoenix’s tone lightened. Jackson nodded. “I’ve got a better way to show her, guys.” “I bet I know what you’re thinking, lil’ bro.” Dallas grinned. “That’s crazy, guys.” She tried to wiggle free of Denver’s hold, but couldn’t. “Sweetheart, I can’t let you go. Sex can be healing, and you are definitely in need of that right now. Deny that?” She couldn’t, so stopped struggling. “Tequila can be healing, too.” Though her body was buzzing from the earlier shots, she wanted another. One last night with my cowboys. Jackson nodded. “Last one, though.” “You worry about me too much.”

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“I want you safe, darlin’.” Jackson handed her the fresh shot, and she downed it, enjoying the numbing warmth it brought. She handed the glass back to Jackson. Her mind whirled, and she felt fuzzy around the edges. Very healing, indeed. Denver coiled his arm around her and cupped her breasts. “I’ve missed these beauties.” He pinched her nipples until they throbbed. Dallas, Phoenix, and Jackson knelt down in front of her. Dallas massaged her left leg, and Jackson massaged her right one. Their fingers worked magic. Phoenix’s head shot down between her legs. When his tongue laved her pussy, heat rolled through her, blistering her insides. She felt like a goddess with four cowboy devotees. Her breathing became shaky in her chest. “This is crazy, guys. We shouldn’t. We can’t.” “Really? We can. We will. Don’t doubt that, Jessie.” Denver licked her neck and caressed her breasts. She could feel his cock through his jeans, pressing into her ass. Overwhelmed by their touches and devotion, she found it impossible to argue with them any longer. Phoenix added his hand to his oral assault. Now, his fingers and tongue licked her to a delirious state, while his two brothers at his side rubbed her legs until they felt like noodles. “Let’s take her to my bed,” Denver instructed. The three Wilde brothers at her feet stood up, all nodding. Keeping her in his arms, Denver stood up. He shifted her body, until one arm was at the back of her knee and the other was at her back. It felt amazing to be held by him. He looked down at her with his pale blue eyes. “Dallas, take her.” In a flash, she was in Dallas’s arms. “God, I love you.” Then he planted his lips against her mouth. Electricity shot through her, causing her toes to curl. She felt heat fill up her cheeks. Before she could get her bearings, Dallas passed her to Jackson’s waiting arms. His hot gaze made her tremble. “Darlin’, you’re my

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entire world.” He captured her mouth with his own. Tingles spread through her body. “I’m next,” Phoenix proclaimed. “Sure, bro.” Jackson handed her over to him. His hazel orbs mesmerized her. “Angel, no matter what happens, with your beauty by my side, I can face anything.” He leaned down, and kissed her. His tongue shot past her parted lips, and she accepted his invasion. An ache grew deep inside her. “Give her to me,” Denver growled. When she was in his arms, she looked up into his eyes. “How do you feel about me?” “You know me, sweetheart.” He sounded ominous. “I love you. You believe me?” She whispered. “I do, Denver.” “I wish Austin would’ve chosen right, but he didn’t. That is hard to deal with. But a life without you would be unbearable for me. Still, if you can tell us that you don’t feel the same, we’ll let you go. But if you do feel the same for us, there isn’t anything in heaven or hell that I’ll let take you away from us. So tell me. Do you love me? Do you love Jackson? Do you love Phoenix? Do you love Dallas?” “God, yes. I do. I love you all very much.” “That’s all I need to hear.” Then Denver pressed his lips to hers in the most possessive kiss she’d ever experienced in her life. “Jessie, we’ll fuck you all night if we have to until you know you’re ours. Understand?” “Yes, Sir,” she lied. The right thing to do was to leave Wilde for good. Though it would kill her, she loved them enough to do just that. Denver kissed her as he carried her gently to his bed, with his three brothers following. Her mind spun, as her back hit the mattress and he covered her with his entire body. She could feel his cock’s hardness through his jeans, pressing against her swollen folds, causing her clit to swell and her pussy to dampen. The other three cowboys shucked their clothes, and then joined

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her and Denver on the bed. He rolled off of her and stood up to the side of the bed. Then Denver, too, undressed. She watched him grab condoms and lube, and her heartbeat pounded her chest as desire wafted over her. She hadn’t been with them in seven days, and seeing her four muscled cowboys naked got her pussy pulsating with fire. Phoenix took her left breast with his hands and mouth, massaging, pinching, and nipping with fervor. Dallas did the same on her right breast. Jackson kissed her until her lips were swollen. Denver went down on her, bathing her pussy with the flat of his tongue. She felt him lube up her ass. Her four lovers worked over every inch of her flesh until her mind settled back into a nice groove, enjoying the ride. Denver pierced her slit with his tongue, making her cream in his face. “That’s my girl. You taste wonderful.” Then she felt his thumb press on her clit and his tongue glide through her pussy. “God, yes!” Her toes curled, and she wrapped her legs around his head. Denver stopped his oral assault. “Wait, sub.” She fought back her orgasm. “Yes, Sir.” He rolled onto his back, pulling her with him until she was on top of his body. Immediately, she felt his rigid dick against her slick pussy. “I love your cunt, sweetheart. It’s mine. I’m going to be inside it more than you know. Tonight, for sure.” He thrust his cock into her pussy, and she gasped with delight. She looked down at Denver, and rapture filled her up. Then she felt more lube being applied to her ass. She turned her head slightly and saw it was Dallas. “Yes, sugar. It’s me. I’m having your pretty little ass, tonight.” He began stretching her with his fingers. “Then I’m going to feed her sweet mouth my dick,” Phoenix informed.

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Jackson said, “She can milk both our dicks, bro.” He crawled into a position that placed the tip of his dick on her lips. “Swallow me, darlin’.” As Denver continued to pump his dick into her pussy, she licked Jackson’s shaft. Then she opened her mouth wide and devoured his cock. “Yes, baby.” Jackson’s tone deepened. “That’s it.” “My turn, bro,” Phoenix announced from the other side of her. She released Jackson’s dick, turned her head, and swallowed Phoenix’s. Still, Denver fucked her pussy. She tightened her channel around his dick, and she could feel him throbbing inside her. “Good girl. You’re doing great.” She removed her mouth from Phoenix’s cock. “Thank you, Sir.” She felt Dallas’s weight against her back. There was some pain when he thrust his dick into her ass, but it subsided quickly. With a cock in her pussy, another in her ass, and two more to nibble on, her entire body burned with overwhelming sensations. As they continued pounding her until all thought and sense of time vanished, Jessie felt the tears well up as her climax edged forward. “Ohhh!” “Come for us, Jessie.” Denver wasn’t asking, he was commanding. She screamed, as quakes rolled through her inside and out. Her womb clenched, again and again. “O–Oh God!” Her orgasm stunned her, sending so many sensations through her that it flattened her out. All four men came. One at a time, shooting their juice into her. First, Denver, in her pussy. Then Dallas, in her ass. Phoenix delivered a nice amount in her throat. Last Jackson, shooting into her mouth. Fatigue swept over her, part from the tequila, part from the lack of rest, but mostly because of the sadness of knowing Austin would never be a part of her life.

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She heard a door open. “Get the fuck off my woman!” Master shouted.

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Chapter Nine Clutching the collar he’d brought with him in his left hand, Austin stared down at his four naked brothers on top of Jessie, and the only thought he could latch on to was rage. In a split second, his brothers stood between him and the woman of his dreams. If they wanted a fight, then he’d be more than happy to kick all their asses. “Get the fuck out of my house.” Denver glared at him. He clenched his jaw. “Not until I get what I came for, bro.” Austin decided to wait them out before throwing Jessie over his shoulder, racing to his truck, turning the keys she’d left in the ignition, and then heading down the road. Jessie stood up on the bed. “Everyone needs to calm down. Please. I beg you.” “Begging is exactly what you’ll be doing very soon, pet.” Austin felt the anger on his lips. “I’m ready to bust his head into the ground, bros,” Jackson snarled. “How about you?” Dallas gave his monosyllabic answer. “Yep.” “Bring it on,” Austin dared. “No! Damn it!” Jessie screamed. “This is what I was afraid of. I can’t. I won’t.” Austin hated seeing her in such a state. This would’ve never happened if she hadn’t disobeyed him and left. Once he had his collar on her, things could get back to normal. Of course she’d have to be punished. In his most commanding tone, Austin said, “Pet, you’re coming

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back to my house.” “Screw you, Austin Wilde!” The pain and anger in her timbre could not be missed. “Time for you to leave, brother.” Denver’s face darkened. “I’m not leaving until I talk to her.” “You’ve done quite enough already, don’t you think?” Phoenix grabbed his arm. Austin jerked free of his hold and shoved him hard enough to almost knock him to the floor. “Damn it! Stop!” Jessie pushed her way past his brothers. “I want to talk to him, too. Alone.” “No way.” Denver turned to her. “Give us five minutes,” she pleaded. “If you love me, you’ll do this.” His brothers’ reactions to her proved to him that he’d been right all along. He’d always known a plural marriage between his brothers and him would’ve never worked out. He was too different from them. Let them find another woman to share. Jessie was his. “We can’t,” Jackson said. She clasped her hands together. “You must.” Denver turned back to Austin. “Five minutes.” “You can’t be serious, Denver.” Dallas scowled. “I am. She has a right to say good-bye.” Denver glared at Austin. “Don’t make me regret this, brother.” He bent toward Jessie. “We’ll be just in the other room.” She nodded. One by one, Austin’s brothers reluctantly filed out of the room. Denver was the last to exit, but he left the door open. In his best commanding hushed tone, Austin said, “Tell me why you left.” “Because I couldn’t bear another moment with you.” That stung him. “Why?” She shook her head.

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“Tell me, pet.” “Please stop calling me that. I–I can’t h–handle it anymore.” “Goddamn it, Jessie.” He could feel his temper expand. “What is wrong?” Weakly, she answered, “You don’t want to fuck me.” “What are you talking about?” His dander rose up, burning like a brand. “Of course I want to fuck you. Haven’t we been fucking all week?” “Sure. You’ve fucked my mouth and my ass. Not my pussy. Am I that loathsome to you?” “You’re pissing me off. See this?” He held up her collar. “What is it?” she asked timidly. “My collar.” She’s not addressing me as Master. He choked back his internal uproar. He was about to lose it. “The one still around your neck is a training collar. It only signifies that you’re being trained by a Dom. Once I place this around your neck, every Dom in town and abroad will know you’re taken.” “What does that have to do with whether or not you want to fuck me?” “It has everything to do with it. If you hadn’t been a bratty sub tonight, I would’ve told you as much.” Rage rocked him. She squeaked out a response. “Then tell me now.” “Fuck this.” Fury overwhelmed Austin, so he pulled her to his side. He wanted to walk out of Denver’s home with the package he’d come for—Jessie Greene. “Stop it,” she whimpered. “No.” His control melted from the turbulence and fireworks inside him for her running out on him. “I know what you need. I’m enough for you. You’ll see.” “P–Please, don’t.” “Quiet.” “I can’t. This isn’t happening.” He jerked her close. Then he unlocked her training collar, and

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removed it, tossing the circlet to the floor. Irate that she wasn’t obeying him, he continued. “Time to put my collar on you tiny neck.” “I can’t take this.” Furious, he remarked, “Yes, you can, sub.” Her hands went over her face, and then she choked out, “Why didn’t you want to fuck my pussy? I can’t take this.” Insane with anger, he barked, “Fuck, you can take so much more.” “Alaska,” she squeaked. His training tried to kick in. Not now. Instead, he turned the reins over to his fiery instinct. He clamped his new collar around her neck. “There. You’re mine. You wanted to know why I hadn’t fucked your pretty, little cunt?” “Please, Master. This is too much.” He pulled her hair, and stated through gritted teeth, “You need to stop talking and start listening, Jessie.” Then in rapid succession, she squeaked one word. “Alaska. Alaska. Alaska.” “I’ve never even considered I could fall in love, but you changed all that for me. I’m crazy for you. I was waiting to make love to you when I knew you were ready to put on my collar. Does that make sense to you?” Her eyebrows shot up, and her mouth gaped open. Looking at his claim to Jessie around her neck cleared his mind, and all his years of training steamrolled his uncontrolled carnality. He immediately realized she’d been invoking her safe word, and he’d been ignoring it. Fuck! He’d broken the code. Guilt crushed him into a million pieces. “Jessie, I’m sorry.” “I don’t understand this.” She looked shocked. “I’m so confused, Master.” Austin reached for her, and then pulled his hand back just before he could touch her. His brothers rushed back into the room. Dallas punched him in the face, nearly knocking him off his feet. There was

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no will left in him to retaliate. “Get the fuck out of here, Austin. Haven’t you hurt her enough?” Jackson asked. Jessie shook her head from side to side. “I certainly have.” Without another word, he shot out the door to his truck. He heard Jessie scream, “Wait!” But he didn’t stop. Instead, once in his truck, he turned the key in the ignition. He knew what he had to do.

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Chapter Ten Sitting on the motel room’s bed, Paul King held the pistol in his hand. Where the fuck was his nephew? The teen should’ve been at his door already. Paul was itching to empty out the rounds in his gun into the fucking cunt’s head. He looked at his watch and decided to give his nephew thirty more minutes to show. If the kid didn’t make it by then, Paul would head back to Wilde to deliver his brand of justice. **** Jessie buttoned up her shirt. She was grateful that some of her clothes she’d brought for her training with Denver were still in his closet. “You’re not going, Jessie.” Denver stated flatly. “Understand?” Jackson, Phoenix, and Dallas stood beside him, blocking the door out of the room. “You may be in full-on Dom mode, Denver. I’m not in a submissive mode at the moment.” “Too bad for you.” His eyelids narrowed. Phoenix shook his head. “Angel, we can’t let you leave.” “Very true,” Jackson agreed. Dallas nodded. “Guys, I know what I’m doing. Didn’t you hear Austin?” She fingered the new collar he’d given her. Wearing it in public was very possible, as it looked beautiful with it single diamond drop hanging from the tiny ring in the front. “He said he loved me and that he’s

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crazy for me. We have a chance. Isn’t this what we all wanted?” “He blew it.” Dallas’s face darkened. “That ship has sailed.” “No. He hasn’t blown it.” Denver nodded. “Fine. If you want to chase after him, then we’re going with you.” “That won’t work with him. Guys, he’s hurting. Couldn’t you see that? If you show up with me, he’ll shut down. I have to go alone.” Jackson shook his head. “Not happening.” “Then let’s see if you honor this. Alaska.” She prayed they would. Denver’s eyebrows shot up. “Jessie? That’s not how it works.” “You cowboys want forever with me, right?” He answered, “Of course we do.” “Then trust me. We have a chance at forever here. All our dreams might just come true. You say I’m important to you. Please, honor my safe word.” Dallas stated, “Your safety is too important to us to do that.” Denver gazed at her. Then he turned to his brothers. “I don’t like it, but she’s right.” “Bullshit.” Dallas angrily turned to Denver. “You really think she’s right, Denver?” Jackson frowned. “Yep. Have any of us ever seen Austin act like that?” “No.” Phoenix rubbed his chin. “Exactly. This firecracker did what no one really thought possible. She really got to our big brother.” Denver handed his cell to her. “Take this. We’ll give you a half hour.” Thankful for his phone, she grinned. “Give me until morning.” Dallas looked at the clock on the wall. “It’s 9:00 p.m. now. No way.” “Guys, I’m begging you. A half hour isn’t enough time to get through to him. It took me all week for him to give me his first confession.” Phoenix grinned. “What are we going to do with you, Jessie?” “We’re going to love her for the rest of our lives, that’s what.”

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Denver stepped next to her and pulled her in tight. “Midnight. That’s it. No more.” “B–But—” Denver kissed her, and she felt courage flood into her very being. “Shh. You won the battle, little soldier. Now, go win the war.” **** Jessie didn’t find Austin in his house. Had he left Wilde without saying good-bye? She closed her eyes, fighting back the crushing dread. She needed to think. Where could he be? Sneaky Pete’s Casino? Carlotta’s? The Horseshoe? The Masters’ Chambers? She ran through every place she could think of, and none of them seemed right. She held back her tears, wondering if he was already out of the state and beyond her reach. Could he be at his tree? She ran out the back door. The full moon’s light illuminated the top of the hill. Sure enough, Austin was next to his tree. As she sprinted up the hill, she saw what was in his hands and panic set in. “Stop! Don’t, Master!” He looked up, holding the chainsaw in both hands. His shoulders sagged. She hated seeing him in this state of sadness and guilt. “Jessie, why did you come here?” “Because of you.” “I don’t deserve you. I ignored your safe word. Hell, I was the reason you invoked it in the first place. I fucked up.” “Yes, you did. If you hadn’t, you wouldn’t have told me how you felt.” “It’s too late.” “You cowboys can sometimes be so dense. It’s never too late.” He sighed. “Let me finish what I came here to do, Jessie.” “Why would you cut down that tree?” “Because it created the monster that stands before you. The night

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Malcolm and Paul tied me to it changed me. I was a frightened little boy, but at least I had a heart then.” “You still do.” “Really? I frightened the woman I love into screaming her safe word, not during sex, but because I put my collar around her neck. Now, if you’ll excuse me…I want to cut this thing down for good.” She knew that once Austin chopped the tree down, he would leave Wilde and her, for good. “You can’t, Master.” He turned to her. “Why not?” “That’s my tree, not yours.” He studied her for the longest time. Then she watched his shoulders broaden, his chest expand, and his lips curl upward, transforming him back into the Dom she’d fallen in love with. Austin placed the chainsaw on the ground, and stepped next to her. “I love you, pet.” “I love you, Master.” He touched her shoulder, and she felt her cheeks warm. “What shall I do with you?” She looked at Denver’s cell, and noted the time. Two hours before the posse shows up. “If it pleases you, I’d like you to make love to me.” “That would please me very much, sweetheart.” He nibbled on her neck, and hunger burned hot inside her. “I’m going to enjoy getting inside your sweet pussy. I’ve been thinking about it ever since you and I first met in my office.” “Really?” He laughed. “Yes. Really. You take my breath away, pet.” “Thank you, Master.” He unbuttoned her shirt, and then stripped off the last of her clothes. “Gorgeous.” He rested his hands on her sides at the top of her hips. She bit her lip. “Thank you.” “You’re welcome, Jessie.” Gazing intently, he stepped back and

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shucked his clothes. He reached down to his jeans and pulled out a condom from the front pocket. He rolled it down his fully erect cock. Her cravings burned until her clit began to throb. “Master, we don’t have a blanket or your table. How are we going to do this?” He pulled her in tight, and then lifted her off the ground until her legs were dangling. “I’m going to hold you, sweetheart.” Jessie wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. He positioned her down, and she felt the tip of his cock. She stared into his dark eyes, and he smiled, causing a deep ache inside her pussy. “You’re fucking incredible, sweetheart.” Austin lowered her down on his cock until he was full seated in her pussy. She bit her lip as his cock stretched her insides. Wanton waves crashed through her body. “Oh my God.” Master lifted her up and down on his cock. All she had to do was hang on and enjoy his frenzied ride. Her nerve endings buzzed like bees, and her clit throbbed. She clawed at his back. This was even better than she’d dreamed it would be. Sliding up and down his muscled body made Jessie feel so vulnerable and feminine. More than any of her other submissions to Austin this past week…now, she surrendered everything to him. “I love having my dick inside your tight, pretty cunt.” Master’s low tone drove her mad with desire. Steamy sensations grew from inside her pussy. “I’m…close…to…” Austin sped up his invasion into her body, filling her insides completely. When he licked his lips, she lost it. “Come for me, pet.” “Yes, Master!” she screamed, digging her nails into his skin. Her climax rumbled to the surface, igniting her entire body, inside and out. Austin shut his eyes, and she felt his dick go deeper still as he slammed her down one last time. “Fuuuck!” Tears streamed down her cheeks and onto his chest. Her body

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shivered, as her womb convulsed violently. Austin shifted her up in his arms into a cradle position. He kissed her, and her toes curled. “Pet, I love you.” “I love you, too, Master.” He grinned at her. “That was amazing.” “It was wonderful. I’m glad we finished before your brothers showed up.” Austin frowned. “When are they coming?” “Midnight. I can’t wait to tell them.” “Tell them what?” His eyebrows shot up. “You know. They’ll be thrilled.” Austin lowered her to the ground to a standing position. He placed his hands on her shoulders. “I think you’ve misunderstood.” “What do you mean?” Gazing into his eyes, she already knew. “I love you, Jessie. But it’s not possible for me to share you with my brothers. You must choose, me or them.”

End of Book 5: Wilde Surrender To be continued in Book 6: Wilde Love

ABOUT THE AUTHOR Chloe Lang began devouring romance novels during summers between college semesters as a respite to the rigors of her studies. Soon, her lifelong addiction was born, and to this day, she typically reads three or four books every week. For years, the very shy Chloe tried her hand at writing romance stories, but shared them with no one. After many months of prodding by an author friend, Sophie Oak, she finally relented and let Sophie read one. As the prodding turned to gentle shoves, Chloe ultimately did submit something to Siren-BookStrand. The thrill of a life happened for her when she got the word that her book would be published. Chloe’s family consists of a wonderful man she’s been married to for twelve years and a precious daughter.

Also by Chloe Lang Siren LoveXtreme Forever: The Brothers of Wilde, Nevada 1: Going Wilde Siren LoveXtreme Forever: The Brothers of Wilde, Nevada 2: Wilde Fire Siren LoveXtreme Forever: The Brothers of Wilde, Nevada 3: Running Wilde Siren LoveXtreme Forever: The Brothers of Wilde, Nevada 4: Wilde Nights

Also by Sophie Oak and Chloe Lang Siren LoveXtreme: Playing the Field

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