Safeword Interrupted (The Cattail Club Book 1) Read Free Page A

act had awoken something Bethany had hoped would slumber forever - if she ignored it long enough, even as her envy had flared. Not that she was jealous of the woman moaning brokenly under Deacon. His flings were a dime a dozen, and she’d come to terms with her friend’s tomcatting ways a long time ago. But that hadn’t stopped her from creaming her panties when she witnessed, for the first time, his iron-clad control as he fucked the mindless woman.
    The command in his voice when he ordered the little bimbo not to come until he gave her permission - the sheer force of his lust - the thrusts of his hips that rocked the desk until the legs were scraping across the wood floor. He’d been in total control of the encounter. As the recipient of his lust, all the woman could do was hang on for the ride. His pure dominance had wrapped around her, holding her in place, until he’d finally realized he’d had an audience and met her gaze. His low curse had been earthy. Even as she fled his office, she wondered what it would be like to be on the receiving end of Deacon’s primal desires.
    Pain radiated out from her nipple, jerking her free of the erotic memory. She whimpered as his grip eased up for a moment before tightening once more. The pleasure mixed with the sting, and his name slipped past her lips. “Sir…please!”
    “I would’ve, if you hadn’t taken off early.” His whiskers scraped over her cheek. “If you’d waited one extra day, we could have been tearing up the sheets already. Instead you got a mere taste of how perfect we’d be together, and panicked.”
    What could she say to that? He only spoke the truth. It wasn’t his fault she’d been overwhelmed by the unexpected connection she’d felt during their little experiment.
    And, heaven help me, he promised more of the same.
    “Now your actions have left me with no choice but to punish you.”
    A weak flare of pseudo-feminism tried to rise inside of her. “One punishment was enough. I am not a child - my leaving on a scheduled vacation broke none of your rules.”
    Her words died in her throat, when another squeeze to her already hard nipples sent all thoughts of protests right out of her head. Despite her upbringing, her body wanted, even begged for the pleasure he offered.
    “Leaving ahead of schedule, after I had to coerce my brother into covering for me at the bar, just so we could start your training, isn’t what my submissive does.” He let one hand drift down to tug at the edge of her bikini bottoms. “That’s what a spoiled brat does – and spoiled brats get punished, especially after their dominant had to close early to chase after her.”
    She squirmed in an attempt to free herself, but his thick arms kept her pinned against him, as she realized the money he had to have lost by closing early on Friday night. While the Spurs and Chaps could withstand the loss of a few hours of revenue, it would sink if Deacon kept it closed for the two weeks she was on vacation. “Damn it, Deacon, please tell me Steven is at the bar. If not, you should go home – your business needs you.” As Deacon’s fraternal twin and owner of the town’s most well-loved family restaurant, Steven was more than capable of running the bar for a few days.
    He shook his head slowly, the ends of his shaggy hair teasing her bare skin. “Steven is covering my ass, so quit worrying. Even if he wasn’t, the woman in front of me needs me more.” Then he nuzzled the top of her head, before slowly releasing her. “I know you’re scared of what happened in my office, but I’m not letting you go through this alone.” He squeezed her hip. “So instead of paddling your ass right now as is my right, we’re going to sleep on it.”
    Catching hold of the bamboo railing that skirted the patio, she turned to face him and almost wished she hadn’t. With the slightly rumpled black bar t-shirt, the spur logo denoting his bar stretched across his wide chest, Deacon was sex on a