Wild One: 3 (Caden Kink) by Ann Jacobs

you’d prefer chocolate, or better yet Rocky Road.
    But maybe Les wasn’t vanilla after all. She’d been with him less than two complete days. Not too many guys, even Doms, would go out on a first date and drag the woman to a dungeon or surprise her with his collection of dildos, floggers and handcuffs. And not all Doms looked the part, not even Bye, who took Karen to the Neon Lasso at least once a week but who came across in public as normal—even a little bit on the conservative side.
    Unlike Jack, whose high-and-tight haircut and authoritative manner gave more than a hint that he was into BDSM in a big way. She’d have known even if Karen hadn’t let it slip that of all the players at the Neon Lasso, Jack was the most hardcore. Liz seemed to love the way he controlled her, even getting a tattoo on her mound that matched the ones on his arm and above his cock. Bye had mentioned that the slave collar around Liz’s neck was secured with a lock to which Jack held the key.
    Folks apparently weren’t supposed to talk about what went on at the club, but Deidre knew that Bye and Karen had only been trying to persuade her Jack would have been too much for her to handle even if they hadn’t been blood relations.
    Deidre was coming to agree that she and Jack would never have made a good match, partly because she realized that she now liked Les a lot. She wanted strength, and he was strong, a leader she thought could stand up to her often overbearing father and brother. Besides, Les was the only guy she’d ever fucked who shaved his pubes, though she’d seen subs and Doms who did when she’d observed at Club Rio Brava.
    She figured that could be a sign he wasn’t so vanilla after all. Maybe…
    He came back quickly, carrying a large cardboard box that he placed on the backseat. Then he shook snow out of his jet-black hair, slid behind the wheel and turned the SUV back toward the Bar C.
    “Les, have you ever heard of the Neon Lasso?” she blurted before she could think better of it.
    For just a moment he looked away from the road, straight at her. “Why are you asking me, chéri ?”
    He shifted his gaze back to the icy road before she could decide whether her question had shocked or amused him. For a moment she considered how to reply.
    Oh well, I’m already in for a penny. May as well go for a pound.
    “Because I’ve always wanted to go there and see if it’s anything like Club Rio Brava, down near San Antonio. It’s a private BDSM club I visited once while I was there. Bye won’t let me hitch a ride with him and Karen when they go there to play. He treats me as though I’m still in grade school.”
    “I don’t blame him. If you were my sister I’d try to protect you too. I’m glad you aren’t. Would you like for me to take you there? I got a membership at the Neon Lasso right after I got settled in with Doc Baines.”
    Les didn’t sound shocked or horrified. He didn’t pull off the road and look at her as though he thought she had lost her mind. As a matter of fact he sounded downright pleased, and the look he shot her way practically scorched her flesh through her heavy winter jacket.
    “Yes, I would.” She wished he didn’t have to get the supplies in that box back to Jorge right now because she wanted to show Les just how submissive she could be. “I liked you a lot before you admitted that you’re into BDSM play. Now I can hardly wait to show you that a Dom is what I need. I’m already wet…and ready to serve my master.”
    “You’re driving me crazy, but you know that, don’t you?” He slowed down, took one hand off the wheel and caught hers, molding her fingers around his jeans-clad cock. He was already half-hard and pulsing against her palm, obviously aroused. “How did you figure out I’m into BDSM play? I was being so damn careful to come off as the vanilla lover I’d thought until now was what you wanted.”
    “From other members who’ve watched you play, maybe?”
    “I doubt