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you doin’?”
“Going home. And it’s time you did too, Boot Knocker. You’re trespassing. Get off my land.” Her tone was light enough that he only laughed. Arrogant jerk. She’d half hoped he’d take offense, as she did whenever he kicked her off his ranch.
“You really asking me to go?”
“Not asking—telling. Goodbye, Ty.” With that, she spun her horse and shot off, angling away from the house. She needed distance and time. The last thing she wanted was for Daddy to question her agitation or the blush she was certainly wearing.
She ran far and flat out. Praying Ty was getting a long look at her as she threw him out of her thoughts for good.
The minute Ty walked into the auditorium, he was met by the rhythmic slap of the whip. Stowe stood on the darkened stage. Alone. Something was definitely bothering the man.
Ty sauntered up the center aisle and came to lean against the stage wall. Stowe’s whip never paused, though he looked up and acknowledged Ty with a nod. So many women loved the BDSM life. They melted under Stowe’s power and control. While Ty knew little about the intricate workings of the lifestyle, it fascinated him.
The cat-o’-nine-tails slid across the stage right in front of Ty. “Ready to be my slave?” Stowe joked.
With a laugh, Ty hooked a boot onto the stage and climbed up. “Have you ever had a male sub?”
“A time or two, but it’s a soft woman I need. Seeing her cry and beg for me to give her what she needs…” Stowe trailed off, staring across the stage.
“You want to talk about her?” Ty asked.
He started and swung his gaze around. “Who?”
“Whoever’s got you so unfocused.”
Stowe’s expression rippled with something Ty couldn’t name. “Did you see how I hit the center of that bench every time with my whip? You call that unfocused?” As if to prove his point, he snapped the leather again. It flicked out and struck the padded bench where a woman’s ass would be.
“I see.” Ty didn’t press the issue. The Aussie would talk it out if and when he was ready.
“What are you here for?” Stowe was always direct and sometimes came across as brusque. But Ty didn’t mind. He watched his friend store his whip in a big black chest and padlock it shut.
Ty tried to put his thoughts in order. But, as always with Bree, they were scattered. She really was driving him crazy if even he couldn’t put words to what he wanted to say. He prided himself on being in touch with his emotions, which was why he was good at his job. Because he knew himself so well, he identified the problems his female clients suffered from and was able to present their troubles to them in a way that helped them better understand themselves.
Stowe arched a brow at him. “That bad?”
“No. Just that confusing.”
“Ah. Male or female?”
“Female,” he said at once. Bree’s face popped into his mind’s eye as he’d seen her last, giving him that look . Narrowed eyes, twisted lips. It made him want to punish it right off her pretty face then fuck her silly.
“I’m here to find out what’s wrong with me.” His words seemed to echo in the empty space. Stowe eyed him before gesturing to the bench. Ty took a seat, ignoring the thought of all the women who’d been pleasured while bent over the soft leather. Stowe hooked a boot around the leg of a short stool and dragged it close. He sat and waited for Ty to speak.
“There’s a woman. I don’t know what to do with her exactly.”
“If you’re coming to me, you must have an instinct about what she really needs.”
Yep. Straight and direct.
“She’s…” What was Bree? A pain in the ass, cute beyond belief even when she was writing checks with a mouth that she wasn’t willing to pay for with her butt. Or maybe she was. Ty shook his head. “She needs her ass spanked.”
Stowe didn’t laugh at the revelation. He took spanking and punishment seriously, which was exactly why Ty had come to him, even if the decision
“Going home. And it’s time you did too, Boot Knocker. You’re trespassing. Get off my land.” Her tone was light enough that he only laughed. Arrogant jerk. She’d half hoped he’d take offense, as she did whenever he kicked her off his ranch.
“You really asking me to go?”
“Not asking—telling. Goodbye, Ty.” With that, she spun her horse and shot off, angling away from the house. She needed distance and time. The last thing she wanted was for Daddy to question her agitation or the blush she was certainly wearing.
She ran far and flat out. Praying Ty was getting a long look at her as she threw him out of her thoughts for good.
The minute Ty walked into the auditorium, he was met by the rhythmic slap of the whip. Stowe stood on the darkened stage. Alone. Something was definitely bothering the man.
Ty sauntered up the center aisle and came to lean against the stage wall. Stowe’s whip never paused, though he looked up and acknowledged Ty with a nod. So many women loved the BDSM life. They melted under Stowe’s power and control. While Ty knew little about the intricate workings of the lifestyle, it fascinated him.
The cat-o’-nine-tails slid across the stage right in front of Ty. “Ready to be my slave?” Stowe joked.
With a laugh, Ty hooked a boot onto the stage and climbed up. “Have you ever had a male sub?”
“A time or two, but it’s a soft woman I need. Seeing her cry and beg for me to give her what she needs…” Stowe trailed off, staring across the stage.
“You want to talk about her?” Ty asked.
He started and swung his gaze around. “Who?”
“Whoever’s got you so unfocused.”
Stowe’s expression rippled with something Ty couldn’t name. “Did you see how I hit the center of that bench every time with my whip? You call that unfocused?” As if to prove his point, he snapped the leather again. It flicked out and struck the padded bench where a woman’s ass would be.
“I see.” Ty didn’t press the issue. The Aussie would talk it out if and when he was ready.
“What are you here for?” Stowe was always direct and sometimes came across as brusque. But Ty didn’t mind. He watched his friend store his whip in a big black chest and padlock it shut.
Ty tried to put his thoughts in order. But, as always with Bree, they were scattered. She really was driving him crazy if even he couldn’t put words to what he wanted to say. He prided himself on being in touch with his emotions, which was why he was good at his job. Because he knew himself so well, he identified the problems his female clients suffered from and was able to present their troubles to them in a way that helped them better understand themselves.
Stowe arched a brow at him. “That bad?”
“No. Just that confusing.”
“Ah. Male or female?”
“Female,” he said at once. Bree’s face popped into his mind’s eye as he’d seen her last, giving him that look . Narrowed eyes, twisted lips. It made him want to punish it right off her pretty face then fuck her silly.
“I’m here to find out what’s wrong with me.” His words seemed to echo in the empty space. Stowe eyed him before gesturing to the bench. Ty took a seat, ignoring the thought of all the women who’d been pleasured while bent over the soft leather. Stowe hooked a boot around the leg of a short stool and dragged it close. He sat and waited for Ty to speak.
“There’s a woman. I don’t know what to do with her exactly.”
“If you’re coming to me, you must have an instinct about what she really needs.”
Yep. Straight and direct.
“She’s…” What was Bree? A pain in the ass, cute beyond belief even when she was writing checks with a mouth that she wasn’t willing to pay for with her butt. Or maybe she was. Ty shook his head. “She needs her ass spanked.”
Stowe didn’t laugh at the revelation. He took spanking and punishment seriously, which was exactly why Ty had come to him, even if the decision
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