End Run by Ann Jacobs

Author:Ann Jacobs [Jacobs, Ann]
Language: eng
Format: epub, pdf
Publisher: Ellora's Cave Publishing Inc
Published: 2011-02-07T15:44:05+00:00

Oh God. Tawny recognized Ty Dailey’s face from his pictures on TV yesterday, but now he was wearing a full frontal harness and nothing else. The outfit, if you could call it that, reminded her of the hooded Dom in Chicago, that last night she and Jack had gone to the North Side club. And she didn’t like the way Dailey was staring between Jack’s legs or at Brian’s half-hard cock. But mostly at Jack.

She didn’t think it was the chastity device that drew the guy’s attention. With his legs restrained in the stirrups, Jack’s asshole was right there, open for the taking. Or so it must look to a guy who reportedly liked ass way more than pussy. Tawny started to move then settled back over Jack’s face and fluffed out her skirt over his neck and shoulders.

What was Dailey doing here anyway? Didn’t Coach know about the trouble he’d gotten into in Chicago? She guessed the dungeon was for all the team members who were into BDSM—and unfortunately she could attest to the fact that he was. Her heart pounded as the man headed their way.

Once in a while she and Jack liked to bring another guy into their club play. They’d even talked about someday becoming a real, permanent threesome. But a Dom would never do. Neither would one of Jack’s teammates, although they occasionally played at Rebels’ Roost with bisexual submissives like Brian.

“We’re about ready to go,” she said before giving Dailey the chance to get any closer. This guy made Tawny feel uncomfortable. So uncomfortable that she was ready to cut off the pleasurable evening early just to get away from his piercing, sad-looking gaze. “Brian, let us know how your surgery goes. We hope to see you again next spring.”

As he watched Brian hobble toward the dressing room, Dailey bowed his head as if in apology. The guy knew dungeon etiquette, she’d say that for him. “No hard feelin’s, Mistress. I was just interested in seein’ how you’ve got his stuff locked up.”

His polite response made Tawny feel ashamed for having been so mean. “I’m sorry for snapping at you. It’s just that my slave doesn’t like to play with other guys unless they’re subs, too. And I respect his wishes.” She paused, considering whether to answer Dailey’s unspoken question about Jack’s chastity device. “It’s called The Curve,” she finally told him. “You can buy them at BDSM stores online.” She’d be a lot more comfortable if she had an extra one to lock over Dailey’s junk, and she had a feeling his teammates, including Jack, would feel safer, too.

“What if I told you I’d like to have one, sister?”

She met his gaze, saw sadness and regret in his large, dark eyes framed by the longest lashes she’d ever seen. For some reason she thought of Jack, the way he’d looked that day when he confessed his sins and begged her to become his Mistress. “You look like a Dom to me, Mr. Dailey.”

“Ty. Looks can be deceiving.

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