Two days later, Friday morning started with Jason telling her on her way out he’d fired Neil. “I’m sorry, but I caught him smoking, this time inside the barn, and that’s a risk I refuse to take no matter how much he swore it wouldn’t happen again after you reprimanded him the first time,” he said, opening the car door for her.
“I agree. It’s difficult putting someone out of work, but we gave him several chances to straighten up. But, now we’re shorthanded.” Tamara slid behind the wheel and Jason shut the door then leaned in the window.
“Yes, but I’ll get someone hired this weekend. At least the rustling is likely to stop now that two of them have been caught.”
The two men in custody were identified by their fingerprints taken from previous arrests. Deputies picked them up yesterday and everyone was hoping they would roll on the others. At least five men were involved in the ring that they knew of for sure.
“That was the best news of the week. Have a good day, Jason.”
Tamara’s mood stayed upbeat until she returned home that evening, dressed and rode out to The Barn with Nan. She started second-guessing herself before they pulled into the parking lot and her nerves kicked into high gear as soon as they entered the foyer and the faint strains of music and BDSM play filtered through the door to the clubroom.
“I still can’t believe I let you talk me into this.” Tamara hung up her long sweater in the foyer closet and tugged on the indecently short hem of the body molding bustier corset dress. The tight, elastic fit cupped under her breasts while just inching over far enough from the sides to cover her nipples. The stretchy leather hugged her hips, upper thighs and butt, leaving her back bare except for the narrow halter tie, the crisscrossed red laces down the front and cutout sides exposing just as much skin.
“You look fantastic, and you won’t be alone,” Nan told her for about the fifth time since picking her up. “The guys love fetish dress night. I still think you should have given Amy a peek at you.”
“She’s wonderful, open-minded and supportive, but still my stepmother. It would have been way too embarrassing. Are you sure I can leave my shoes on?” The three-inch black heels not only gave her height, but made her bare legs appear much longer.
“Fuck me shoes fall inside the dress code. Trust me on that one. Connor is going to take one look at you and swallow his tongue.” Nan smiled at the prospect.
“Or he’ll give me that spanking he’s threatened me with,” Tamara returned dryly. “This thong is driving me nuts.”
Nan’s quick glance was both sympathetic and devious. “I’ve kept myself waxed for years and I still struggle with the distracting sensations of soft silk brushing over that exposed, sensitive area. Don’t you just love it?”
“Let’s say if what I’m feeling doesn’t keep my mind off Con, nothing will.” As soon as she’d slipped the silk thong on after shaving and felt the soft brush against her bare labia, Tamara had almost come undone. Tiny prickles of pleasure kept spiraling up her pussy every time she moved, warming and distracting her in a delicious, naughty way that made her wonder what other sensations a man’s touch might magnify.
“Oh ye of little faith. I say he’ll snatch you up tonight before someone else does. And if he doesn’t, I’m sure Master Devin will be more than happy to pick up where you two left off last week.” Wearing nothing but a leather corset that provided a shelf for her full breasts and a thong, Nan appeared at ease in her skimpy attire.
Tamara’s clammy palms almost slid off the slick dress as she ran them down her sides, praying she wouldn’t have to settle for someone else tonight. Taking a deep breath, she nodded for Nan to open the door before she could change her mind. Entering the club, her gaze swept the room and found Con lounging in a small seating area off to the right. Her pulse skyrocketed as she took in his relaxed pose. With one booted foot crossed over his opposite knee emphasizing the snugness of his jeans, his Stetson pulled low on his brow and an open leather vest exposing his bare chest and arms stretched along the back of the sofa, he exuded sex and a confidence she’d give anything to possess a fraction of.
The married couple she’d met once sat across from him, Sue Ellen lying in a boneless heap across Master Brett’s lap, her husband running a casual hand across her puffy, bright crimson buttocks as he conversed with Connor. Tamara knew how much trouble she was in when she found herself envying the woman, more so when Con looked up and nailed her in place with one searing glance.
“Whoa, I don’t think you have to worry about him rebuffing you tonight, girlfriend. Have fun.” Nan took off as Connor came to his feet, Caden having just joined the trio.
“Here we go again,” Caden muttered, stepping in front of Connor.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Connor wasn’t in the mood for his brother’s interference. He couldn’t believe Tamara showed up here dressed like that. She may as well hang a sign around her neck that said, ‘Fuck Me’. The hypocrisy of his disgruntlement wasn’t lost on him, but he chose to ignore that.
“It means stop and think, again. I swear, you two will drive everyone nuts if you keep this shit up. Take my advice. Give her what she wants tonight, both of you get it out of your system because you want her as much as she wants you, even though you refuse to admit it. Then let it go, just like you’ve done a hundred times before.” Caden lectured him with exasperation underscoring each word.
“She’s not just another sub.” And wasn’t that the problem? he admitted. Because Tam wasn’t just another in a long line of women. Taking the chance she could either threaten his desired bachelorhood or end up so hurt their relationship wouldn’t survive scared the hell out of him.
“Tonight, allow her to be one. Either that or leave her alone.” Caden stomped off, having made his point.
With slow measured steps, Connor crossed to where Tam still stood by the doors, never taking his eyes off her flushed face. The more he looked at her in that dress, with her breasts all but spilling out and her toned legs going on forever, the more he knew she wouldn’t be with anyone but
him tonight. He couldn’t think about tomorrow, or cave to the fear that sliced through him whenever he thought of losing their special connection. She was responsible for the untenable position she had put him in, but he vowed he wouldn’t let her run away again come tomorrow when she realized he’d been right, that this lifestyle wasn’t for her.
He stood before her, still towering over her even though she wore heels. Nudging his hat back with one thumb, he gazed down into gray eyes that revealed a longing he was hard pressed to continue ignoring. Placing his fists on his hips, he cocked his head and asked, “You’re not going to give up on this idea, are you?”
“Why should I?” she returned, her soft, breathy voice stirring his cock and sealing his doom for the night. Connor prayed what he was about to introduce her to wouldn’t spell catastrophe for what remained of their friendship.
“Just remember, this is what you’ve insisted you want.” Holding out his hand, he knew she wouldn’t turn him down, not after braving coming here dressed like that. That alone drilled into Connor just how serious she was about continuing to explore this lifestyle.
He tugged her toward the sofa he vacated, noticing Brett now cuddling Sue Ellen on his lap as he conversed with Greg and Devin who stood by their sofa. Perfect.
“What are you planning, Con?”
The uncertainty in Tam’s voice would have been a good sign he might not have to take this too far if he hadn’t also caught the thread of excitement she couldn’t hide. “That’s Master Con, first and last warning, and whatever I want, little one. That’s part of what it means to submit to me.” Taking a seat across from the other couple, he saw her give the four of them a quick glance before looking back at him.