Bondage Ranch 6: Taming the Mistress by Sindra van Yssel Page A

rolled her eyes. “Yeah, whenever you feel like it.”
    “Which is almost always. And no, not whenever I feel like it. If he really insists. Because I do trust him.”
    “For good reason. I don’t know anyone as aware as your Master, Laera.”
    “Do you trust Dane?”
    “To play safe? Yes. Or he wouldn’t have been in my room.”
    “There’s more to it than that, Sue. Unless all you have going in is a mechanical, Top/bottom, he does stuff to you and you go oooh kinda thing, I guess.”
    Sue chuckled. It was only a few years ago Sue had been mentoring Laera after Laera was cast adrift by Bruce. Sue had gotten the two back together by using her knowledge of how to push Bruce’s buttons. Now Laera was trying to teach her. “No, I don’t think it’s a mechanical, Top/bottom thing. There’s a connection there. I’m trying to figure it out.”
    “ I think he’s a heartbreaker. Never trust a man with a tattoo like that.”
    “Laera! That’s so narrow!” But at Laera’s innocent look, a suspicion began to form in Sue’s mind. “You’re trying to bait me.” It was working too. She felt surprisingly loyal to Dane and wanted to defend him.
    “Master Bruce told me to tell you he has Dane in the dungeon, if you want him.”
    Sue leaned back against the dresser and thought about the situation. “There’s nothing really in it, is there? Tonight, perhaps, and the morning. Maybe that’s enough. But I think you’re right. He’s a heartbreaker.” Sue shrugged. “Mind helping me get into my corset?”
    Laera shook her head. “No, not at all. Although if you want something less, well, um, in your face, then we could…”
    Sue doubted any of Laera’s outfits would fit her. Laera was a delightfully curvy woman, with the large breasts men loved. Sue couldn’t fill something like that. But she couldn’t say anything, either, because Laera might take it as an insult. So she kept her mouth shut.
    “Sam might have something that fits you,” Laera said, after a pause for reflection.
    Sue considered it for a moment. Samantha wasn’t a close friend, but Sue had seen her variety of sexy outfits. The thought of walking out as a slutty schoolgirl had some appeal. But if Dane didn’t like it, she’d be mortified. “No, thank you.” Sue unbuttoned her shirt.
    “What’s this?” Laera asked. She plucked the card from the waistband of Sue’s thong and read it. “Dane. There’s an e-mail—and a cell phone number. Looks like someone wants more than a weekend.”
    Sue had felt the card when it went in but had been so distracted after that she’d forgotten about it. She snatched it from Laera and looked at it. “Maybe. Not an address. And that’s a New York City area code. He lives a long way away from us.” Sue lived in DC, Laera across the river in Northern Virginia. “He might leave one of these with all the girls. Doesn’t mean he’ll respond to an e-mail or answer the phone, much less meet with me outside of here.” She pulled on the pants.
    “Maybe,” said Laera doubtfully. “Nowadays people have cell phone numbers that don’t match where they live.”
    Sue picked up the corset and pulled it over her head. She situated it against her chest and then turned her back to Laera.
    Laera pulled at the laces. “Maybe you could have one of those relationships where you swap off. You know, sometimes he’s the top, sometimes you are.”
    Sue breathed shallowly. She wanted the corset to be tight, but she didn’t want to empty her lungs as Laera pulled the last string tight, either. That wasn’t a recipe for a clear head. In theory, what Laera described seemed utterly sensible. In practice, she thought it would be awfully hard to switch headspaces like that with someone. And she didn’t think she could have that with Dane. She’d challenged him from the start of their relationship, and she knew who the alpha between them was. For him to be in charge seemed natural, and it shocked her to admit that about any