Bunny and the Beast(Divine Creek Ranch 22)(34)

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Joseph let out a breath when Bunny finally emerged from the hallway, held in tow by Mona, thank goodness. Maybe she could help Bunny stay out of trouble. He’d been about to start searching, worried she’d gotten turned around and found herself in the dungeon. The woman’s sense of direction was completely fallible, except when she was vertical, on a one hundred foot tower or a third-story roof.

He pondered the conversation they’d have if she became his. Would he expect her to quit climbing for him? He could imagine how she’d react. And more importantly, how many different ways would she tell him off if he attempted to broach the subject? Still, he’d never forget the fear in her eyes as he pulled her up to the balcony. The thought made him shudder. He’d asked if she’d climbed anymore during the week, and to his great agitation, she’d gone back to climbing the following day, not letting the mishap stop her from doing her job.

Randall and Samson were sitting on the adjacent chairs, and when he turned his attention back to them, it was to find them watching him, amusement in their eyes.

Samson shook his head and, in his raspy bass voice, said, “Another one bites the dust.”

Joseph hid his smile behind the fingers resting on his lips. “I heard from Juno today. Hector instructed her to call me to let me know they’d be visiting next weekend.”

Randall blinked. “Seriously? I can’t recall the last time I saw him, or her.”

Joseph shook his head. “It’s been a few years. Juno sounds great.”

Samson nodded. “I know you’re looking forward to seeing them. Looks as though your little sass-pot is learning a thing or two,” he added, casually pointing at one of the tables across the club, where Conrad was fastening a naked sub face up on a padded table. The case containing a violet wand lay open on the table beside him, and Joseph couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Wait until she gets a look at the wand,” Samson said, his rumbling laughter tapering off, only to rise to new heights when Conrad plugged in the wand and Bunny practically jumped out of her skin, although she did it quietly.

Mona hugged her shoulders and obviously set out to discreetly explain what Conrad was up to. Joseph chuckled when Bunny turned so her face was in profile, her jaw hanging open. But she didn’t interfere, smart girl. He schooled his expression as she scanned the room and then looked back to him and smiled. His heart slammed against his sternum.

Holy shit. He gulped quietly as their eyes locked and her cheeks flushed. To see her smile at him like that created such an ache in his chest.

He didn’t look away, and neither did she. Their staring match continued, and finally her grin widened and she made that naughty, and very sexy, lapping motion at him with her tongue and his dick turned to stone.

“So are you planning to share her with the other Doms once she’s more broken in?” Samson asked, and Joseph found Samson’s stare assessing him when he shifted his gaze to his friend. He knew Samson was pushing him and for a good reason. Joseph had been without a regular sub for a long time. Some of his friends thought too long.

“Bunny is a smart, independent woman, latent submissiveness notwithstanding. She knows her own mind, and I’m letting her make her own choices.” He sat forward so only the two of them heard him. “But if I have my way, I’ll be the only one she’s submitting to from now on.”

Samson turned his gaze to her and grinned as he stared hungrily. “She is a sweet little armful of mischief. Any Dom would have his hands full with her.” He swung his deep blue gaze back to Joseph. “Treat her right or you may have competition.”

“From you?” Joseph asked, ignoring the discomfort that thought brought with it.

“Look around,” Randall said, gesturing discreetly to several Doms throughout the room, all good Doms, who were also watching Bunny. “There’s your answer.”

It was time to lay it on the line with an impish sub.



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Toward the end of the evening, Bunny and Mona were relaxing and talking in one of the seating areas when a man and a woman, who both wore the same collar as Bunny wore around her wrist, approached them. They sat when Mona greeted them and motioned them to join them, and during a break in the conversation, the female sub, a woman whose features indicated Asian heritage, lightly touched her arm and waited until Bunny smiled at her.

“Did you really braid Master Samson’s hair?”

“I’m curious to know, too,” the male sub said as he crowded closer on the couch. “When we got here, a friend told us what you did.”

Bunny giggled, and as if in reminder, her ass renewed its throb. “Yes, and I have the stripe to prove it, too. I won’t be doing that again anytime soon.”