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I snap the laptop shut and rise, leaving the office and going back to the bedroom. In the upper dresser drawer is a foldedpiece of silk. My rough fingertips catch the fine fabric as I unwrap it to reveal a silver chain with three clamps at each end.
I’ve been collecting things since that night.
Imagining how they’d look on her body. I take up one of the nipple clamps and into my mind flashes the image of it on her breasts. Pinching her pink nipples while I lower my mouth and trace the exposed tip.
I lay the clamps aside and take up the silver collar. It’s simple with a circle that will rest between her collarbones. Marking her as taken, as mine.
Someday soon, she’ll wear this and I can pleasure her the way she deserves. With my tongue on her pussy, my cock buried in her mouth…in her cunt. But for today, I do what I do best and practice patience. Sliding the drawer shut, I take up my coat and leave the bedroom, hoping chores will give me some relief from my thoughts.
But she’s on my mind every second for the rest of the day.
CHAPTER SIX
KEIRA
On Wednesday night, I put on my best dress. I don’t go into the city and it’s hard to get delivery this far north, so I don’t buy a lot of clothes. But I do have a thin cotton sundress made of pink print. The material clings to my body and the ruched neckline makes my breasts look a lot bigger than they are.
I turn in a circle in front of the mirror. I don’t normally wear pink, but this shade isn’t bad on me.
It’s chilly out so I put on a blue sweater and my boots. Then I leave the house and take the truck out onto the main road.
I’ve never been to Sovereign Mountain, so I put the address into my phone and follow the directions. It’s not more than thirty minutes from the entrance of Garrison Ranch, but it feels like hours. I don’t see a single car the entire time.
I hate that he summoned me like this. It makes me feel helpless.
I start sweating with the heat on and I struggle out of my sweater, pushing it aside. My fingers tighten on the steering wheel. Knuckles white.
I’m not helpless. I have money in my bank and a lot of land to my name.
I deserve to be treated as his equal.
The driveway up the mountain is long. I lean forward in my seat and go slow. Never sure when the next curve will creep up on me. When I see the pavement even out and turn into a gravel parking lot, I finally sink back and release a sigh.
Not out of relief because my heart is pounding.
I park the car.
The engine dies as I pull the key out.
I scan the empty yard around the house. It’s a typical Montana ranch house. Fairly new and sprawling over the size of three normal houses. It has two stories and a wrap around porch on both levels. The wood siding is smooth and stained a rich, dark brown. Over the front door is a plaque with the SMR emblem burned into it.
I get out. The cold bites my skin, but before I can turn to grab my sweater, the front door bangs open.
A huge black dog bursts out and skids to a halt at the edge of the porch. It has bright blue eyes, thick fur, and a pointed nose. I wonder if there’s some wolf in there somewhere because it clocks me at once.
I freeze, my heart in my throat.
Of course he has what looks like an attack dog on his porch. I shrink back against the truck and feel around for the door handle.
The screen door pushes out. I snap my eyes from the dog and my body tingles as he appears in the doorway.
He’s just as handsome as when I last saw him—maybe more. His square jaw is set, his mouth pressed in a thin, grim line. His beard is short and his dark brown hair slightly wet. Like he washed his hands and ran them wet through the waves. His dark brows, sitting low over his eyes, are not quite a scowl. More a brooding stare.
His broad, muscled body is covered in a dark Henley, the buttons undone, and a pair of worn work pants and boots.
My eyes keep going to his chest. Heat stirs deep in my belly as I notice ink rising up above the collar of his shirt. He’s got tattoos. Of course he does.
Suddenly, I feel naked. I’m a curvy woman and the thin sundress only makes that more apparent. I should have worn something that covered my cleavage. My breasts are fighting against the thin fabric.
