Wild One: 3 (Caden Kink) by Ann Jacobs Page B

than for satisfying her sexual urges or easing her irrational fear of being alone in the dark.
    It wasn’t as though she was totally helpless. She wasn’t. She could do things on the ranch alongside men that would make some other women quake, but she’d always had this fear of the dark, particularly during storms, probably because of stories about people being lost in them. Her mother had soothed her with stories, sitting and stroking her hair until she slept. She thought about Les coming up here now, making her forget everything but being safe in his arms. She didn’t know if she was strong enough to accept playing second fiddle to his highly demanding career. Though logic told her she couldn’t expect to come first all the time, that was what she wanted—almost as much as she wanted to become his adoring sex slave.
    With determination she hadn’t been sure she possessed, Deidre made herself stop shaking. Les had a greater responsibility for Jorge’s well-being than for satisfying her sexual urges or easing her irrational fear of the dark. After his revelation in the car, she found herself having an odd desire to prove her worth, as if part of her submission was proving how strong she could be. Odd. She’d never had that desire before with a lover.
    Still, when the wee hours of the morning came and Les slipped into the bed with her, muttering something about taking a fifteen-minute catnap in her arms and asking her to wake him before her brother or Four found him there and shot him, she found herself smiling and holding him close…and thinking she’d do anything he’d ask.
    He had come to her. Everything else would be okay.

Chapter Five
     
    He’d never needed this so much, never anticipated sex with a particular woman as much as he did tonight. Les tried to tell himself his eagerness had resulted from twelve days’ forced celibacy but he knew that was a lie.
    You had plenty of time to jerk off while you were staying at the Bar C to make sure Jorge had no more crises. If you hadn’t been so concerned about Four or Bye catching you, you could have gone upstairs and worked off your pent-up sexual frustration—Deidre’s too. The past four days when you were on call at the office, you could have used the sounds to get off.
    Truthfully he hadn’t just wanted sexual release, he’d wanted to have Deidre under his command the way he’d been visualizing in his head since she’d revealed that was what she wanted too.
    He had no doubt that he could top her. He’d learned his lessons well as an observer of other Doms and as the recipient of a Domme’s intense exertions of control. The wild card in his mind was whether he wanted to exert that kind of mastery over a woman he cared about…and how far she was ready for him to go.
    Les admitted he’d never before felt the emotional connection he felt with Deidre—the need to protect and cherish her that could easily overwhelm his compulsion to dominate her sexually.
    He knew Deidre was inexperienced when it came to BDSM, that she wanted it without truly understanding what the lifestyle could entail. Nagging doubts stuck in his mind about whether she was really as submissive as she’d claimed. How could she know, since her only prior visit in a BDSM club had been an observer, not a participant?
    Concentrating on the approach to the Bar C’s landing strip, Les put down Doc Baines’ Piper Cub and taxied to the hangar, where he spotted Deidre waving at him as she stood by her sleek Mercedes sports coupe. Her blonde hair blew in the wind, a pale cloud that reminded him of a halo.
    Angelic? She looked it—all innocent and eager for a new experience—until he scanned the body that could easily be a Playboy centerfold in that dark-blue turtleneck, skintight jeans and a pair of hand-tooled cowboy boots that matched the oversize shoulder bag she hefted off the concrete.
    When she walked toward him he opened the door above the wing and motioned for her to climb aboard.