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ChapterSeven
Ava
Roman’s fingers close possessively around the back of my neck as we stand silently together watching the next scene, and I’m sure he must feel the tremor of sheer need that’s vibrating through me.If he does, though, he ignores it, his attention focused on the six saloon girls who are standing back-to-back in pairs, each holding what looks like a water gun.Logan explains to the audience that in the spirit of the true West, the saloon girls will be dueling each other with guns filled with colored paint.On the count of three, each girl will each walk ten paces, turn, and fire.The girls who are hit first will be placed in the stockades for thirty minutes with the guests encouraged to torment them however they see fit.The winners of the duel will be pleasured by their Doms until they come, with the first submissive to reach an orgasm awarded the one hundred points.
Just when I thought my heart rate had almost come back down to normal, Logan’s explanation of the next event sets it racing again.Except the whole plan has a flaw.
“What’s to stop one of the submissives from faking it?”I ask.
Roman gives me an incredulous look.“I pity the girl who ever fakes an orgasm with her Dom,” he says.
Tessa and Rose are paired together, as are Eva and Sabrina, and Megan and Sophie.Logan counts to three, and the submissives walk ten paces and then turn to fire.The tension is so thick that for a moment I forget this isn’t real, and I grip Roman’s arm.Rose has hit Tessa in the thigh, Sabrina has a bright splash of paint on her arm, and poor Sophie has a smear of paint right across her breast.I feel for them as I watch them being led to the stockades by their Doms, cringing when the wooden frames are fastened over their necks and wrists, locking them into place so they can’t move.
“As this is the last event for these three, Doms can feel free to make them come as much or as little as they deem appropriate,” Logan says.
“Stay here,” Roman murmurs in my ear.“I’ll be right back.”
I watch Sophie’s Dom, John, tug one of her nipples as he holds a vibrating wand to her sex while she writhes helplessly in the stockade, and my breath hitches.A Dom I don’t know is spanking Sabrina with a paddle, and Tessa has three men fondling her as she’s held immobile in the pillory.
“It looks like they’re having fun,” a soft voice next to me observes.
I turn to find Logan’s wife, Rachel, standing next to me, watching the submissives in the stockades with a look of wistful envy.
“You think?”I ask skeptically.
“Oh, yes,” she says with a smile.“I know.”She turns to me.“It’s Ava, right?”
I nod.
“There’s a heady eroticism in having the choice taken from you and just giving yourself over to pleasure.”She fingers the unique-looking silver necklace that encircles her throat.“I love being married to Logan, and I love what we have together, but sometimes I miss those days and the thrill of the chase.”
“Some parts of the chase are more fun than others,” I say wryly.
She laughs.“That’s true, and a good Dom knows exactly what his submissive needs and when to push her and when not to.Roman must have known you weren’t cut out to be a saloon girl.”
I look at her in surprise.“He got to choose?”
She nods and then winks.“You didn’t hear that from me.”
“Hear what?”I say innocently.
Our attention is diverted by the other saloon girls, who are now being strapped to the wooden windmills that have leather restraints attached to them.Their arms are cuffed over their heads, and their legs are spread and secured to the legs of the windmills as their Doms gleefully take their places in front of them.Now I see why Logan said at the pool party that it would be in the Doms’ best interest not to allow their subs to orgasm.I’m guessing it won’t take long for them to come if their Doms have kept them as on edge as Roman has kept me for the past few days.
The Doms are allowed to use whatever they want to bring their submissives to orgasm, and all three choose vibrators.I feel like a voyeur watching them climax, Megan first, followed closely by Rose and then Eva.I couldn’t come earlier, even with the potent sensation of Roman’s mouth devouring me in semiprivacy after the roping event.Despite the way he seems to be able to reach some ridiculously oversexed part of me that I didn’t know existed, I’m certain I couldn’t orgasm in front of a crowd of people.I’m far too reserved.A woman is at her most vulnerable when she comes, and I can’t imagine being exposed that way.I’m once again relieved I wasn’t chosen as a saloon girl.Maybe I’ll thank Roman properly later, I think with a secret smile.
Rachel murmurs good-bye to me and moves away as Logan announces the winners of the events.Megan and Tessa have both earned one hundred extra points, and so, unfortunately, has Rebecca, who apparently stayed on the mechanical bull three seconds longer than I did.
I’m waiting for Roman, eager to go back to the suite with him, when Logan says, “The last event for Western Night will be our rodeo event, with our cowgirl contestants racing each other to the finish line.”
What is he talking about?And where the hell is Roman?
“Cowgirls.Come up here, please.”
I look around wildly, but there’s still no sign of Roman, and I reluctantly join Desiree, Rebecca, Carly, Bella, and an older submissive named Lindsey near the bar area, where six sawhorses are lined up with a saddle affixed to each.My throat constricts as I realize each saddle has a long, thick shaft protruding straight up from the middle of the seat.
No, no, no, no, no.My mind refuses to acknowledge that I’m somehow supposed to sit on the saddle with that thing buried in me, but my body knows the truth and tightens in response, although fear is definitely trumping arousal.
“Of course our little cowgirls might need some added incentive to ride as hard as they can, so we’ve added an assortment of enticements.I believe both Lindsey and Carly will be riding double?”Logan looks to Michael and Lindsey’s Dom, Marcus, for confirmation, and both Doms nod.I think I’m going to pass out when I notice that two of the saddles have not one but two projections coming off them.
