Doms of Dark Haven 2: Western Night by & Cherise Sinclair Belinda McBride Sierra Cartwright

said, “Go to bed.”
    She said nothing, but he sensed her confusion. He knew she’d rather have a spanking, preferably followed by good, down and dirty sex. But he was willing to bet that ignoring her would be far more effective for her learning than corporal punishment.
    He checked e-mail, looked at a couple of proposals his sales staff had put together, poured himself a shot of whiskey, neat, and sipped it as he looked out into the dark San Francisco night.
    He was intentionally killing time, staying away from her.
    And it wasn’t easy. He heard the soft sounds of her movements upstairs, and he wanted her. He too would prefer to spank her and screw her, exhausting both of them. He liked having her in his bed, squirming across his lap as his hand landed on her soft, spankable rear end. The house, his life, would be empty when she left.
    He went upstairs about an hour later. She was freshly showered, completely naked, totally appealing, and wide awake, staring at the ceiling.
    He joined her on the bed and drew the covers over both of them before reaching for her and pulling her into his arms, her feminine curves fitting against his hardened body.
    As he cradled her, he ran a finger over her sterling silver collar…a mark of his temporary domination.
    “Lesson learned, Sir. I’m sorry,” she said as she snuggled against him.
    He kissed the top of her head and said nothing.
    * * *
    Last night, Master Trevor had uncovered the most effective form of punishment.
    Until now, Shelby hadn’t realized how much she hated being ignored. Spankings and intense sex, she enjoyed. But being ignored? She’d do almost anything to avoid that.
    Today, so far, he’d interrupted her activities half a dozen times. And she had instantly obeyed him. But he’d barely touched her, and it was their last evening together.
    She stood in the shower, the steam billowing around her, thinking how desperate she was for sex or a spanking, anything to feel a connection with him. If she were honest, she was moping.
    She’d washed her hair, but she hadn’t gotten around to shaving yet when he entered the bathroom and opened the shower door. Her heart momentarily stopped. His brows were drawn together in a frown. It didn’t appear he planned to join her. “Sir?”
    “You’re getting out of the shower,” he said, “and showing me how nicely groomed your pubic hair is.”
    She gulped. Surely he realized she’d only been in the shower a few minutes. But, really, she’d had enough time to take care of essentials, if she hadn’t been brooding. She turned off the water and exited the shower. She lowered herself, dripping wet, onto a towel he laid on the floor.
    “All fours,” he said. “Arch your back, spread your ass cheeks.”
    She complied, but slowly. This wasn’t going to go well for her.
    He crouched behind her and used his fingers to feel her labia and her anal area. Droplets of water clung to her skin, and her body was cooling fast. Part of that, she knew, was from the sudden onset of nerves.
    He took his time running his fingers back and forth. It took all her self-control to remain still and not move her neglected pussy against his hand.
    “You haven’t shaved today.”
    “No, Sir.”
    “Get back in that shower and finish up. I will find you in the bedroom, on all fours with my belt in your mouth in less than five minutes.”
    “Yes, Sir.”
    She was grinning, not shaking from nerves, as she got back in the shower. She shaved carefully, glad she would finally be getting her spanking, glad he hadn’t decided to put her on her knees and ignore her for the rest of the evening.
    She was aware of every passing moment, and it took her less than five minutes to finish up, dry off, towel her hair and fluff her tresses. She was absolutely determined not to annoy him again.
    She heard him on the stairs when she entered the bedroom. She hurried to the closet, snatched up his belt and shoved it into her mouth even as she took the