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His eyes were so dark they looked like polished onyx. “Yes, I want the clamps. And other Mistresses have used them before.”
    She relaxed inside herself. Okay then. “Stay exactly as you are. I’ll be right back.”
    Montana made herself walk slowly into her bedroom, not to rush, and opened the drawer with her special toys. In a velvet-lined case were five sets of nipple clamps, each one carefully chosen for the amount of pressure it could exert and the degree of pain. She discarded the clover clamps as too extreme for this first time—she certainly hoped there would be a next—and the vibrating as too extreme for tonight, finally deciding on a pair of solid gold clamps with tiny teeth.
    When she returned to the kitchen, Clint was sitting exactly as she’d left him, hands still clasped behind his head. A tiny thrill of satisfaction raced through her. Without saying a word, she wet two of her fingers and plucked at one of his nipples.
    Although the muscles in his chest rippled, he gave no other reaction to her touch.
    “I like these particular clamps,” she said in a conversational tone, “because they exert just the right amount of pain to produce pleasure.”
    Very carefully, she placed the tiny teeth over one damp nipple. Clint jerked fractionally at the contact then went still.
    She swallowed a smile. She’d get a reaction out of him yet.
    She wet the other nipple and attached the second clamp then stood back to admire her handiwork.
    Perfect.
    The nipples were already darkening.
    “How long have you and Reece been friends?” She let the tip of one finger drift through the hair down to his navel.
    “A little more than six years.” His voice was even, but Montana could detect the tiny edge of arousal underscoring it.
    “We met at a club where he had a guest membership. I was the manager.”
    “Not locally, I’m sure.”
    He shook his head. “No. Los Angeles. He was considering opening Rawhide so he didn’t have to travel so far to play. He needed someone experienced in the business. Someone who could reach out to the kind of people he wanted to attract.”
    “He wanted to hire you?”
    “At first. But after meeting back and forth for a few months, he offered me a partnership. He would put up the money, but he needed someone to do the work. He has the ranch to run.”
    “It seems to have worked out well for both of you.”
    “Yes. It has.”
    “Tell me, Clint. Do you have a Mistress somewhere?” she asked, running her fingertip along the waistband of his jeans.
    His body tensed. “If I did, I wouldn’t be here. When I’m in a relationship, it gets my entire focus.”
    I’d love to be your entire focus, Clint Chavez.
    “What about in the club scene?” she persisted.
    “Same thing,” he insisted. “If I’m in a committed situation, I don’t troll the clubs.” He looked up at her, his eyes unreadable. “And I expect the same in return.” He paused again. “I haven’t been in a situation like that in a long time.”
    A monogamous D/s situation. That’s what she thought she’d had with Dusty. She wasn’t sure she could ever chance it again. But something was happening between her and this man in her kitchen. Something she was almost powerless to stop, like a runaway train.
    “I’m surprised that a highly desirable sub like you isn’t in a situation with one Mistress.”
    His eyes took on that distant look again. “It works better this way. Fewer complications. That’s not what I’m looking for. At the risk of sounding disrespectful, I don’t think you are, either.”
    She could have pursued the topic, but it would have completely broken the mood. She made a mental note, however. Another time.
    She popped the snap on his jeans and slowly tugged the zipper down. “Your first Mistress. Do you think she trained you well?”
    Her fingers insinuated themselves into the top of his boxers, and Clint’s breathing ratcheted up a tiny bit. Montana knew he was struggling to maintain his