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Copyright ©2011 by Desiree Holt

First published in 2011

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CONTENTS

Dedication

PRAISE FOR AUTHOR

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

About the Author

Also Available

Chapter One

* * * *

Rawhide:

Bite The Bullet

by

Desiree Holt

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales, is entirely coincidental.

Rawhide: Bite The Bullet

COPYRIGHT (C) 2011 by Bite The Bullet All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission of the author or The Wild Rose Press except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews.

Contact Information: [email protected] Cover Art by
Tamra Westberry

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Publishing History

First Scarlet Rose Edition, October 2011

Published in the United States of America
Dedication

To all my friends in the lifestyle

who keep me honest.

PRAISE FOR AUTHOR

Desiree Holt

AND HER BOOKS

slapping Leather

“Desiree Holt has proven again that she can write scenes that hook us from the start and turn up the heat every time.

And a yummy Dom (or alpha guy) never hurts either.”

~5 Hearts—Vicky, Sizzling Hot Book Reviews


Slapping Leather
is wonderful story of how Liz is able to work through her past hurts and move on. Ms. Holt does not disappoint with steamy scenes and great story telling. She is consistently a favorite author of mine. From the first page to the last, nothing gets between me and my Desiree Holt books.”

~5 Cherries—Moonflower, Whipped Cream Reviews
Eight Second Ride

“As a follower of Ms Holt’s work I have to say that I have come to expect certain things when I pick up one of her books. Hot men, rocking sex and emotion. This kinky little title had it all.”

~Seriously Reviewed

Back in the Saddle

“Back in the Saddle by Desiree Holt is the perfect book for readers who prefer their cowboys with a little extra kink.”

~Long and Short Reviews

Chapter One

“Looks like a full house again tonight.”

Clint Chavez closed the email he was reading and swiveled around in his chair to greet Reece Halliday, his friend and partner in the very private fetish club, Rawhide.

“Yup. You called it when you said Performance Night would be a big hit. And it certainly drummed up business on a Tuesday.”

They had discussed all the pros and cons for a long time, visiting other clubs where members were willing to stage specific types of performances for the other members and their guests. Clint hadn’t been so sure their clientele was the type to go for it, either as performer or audience. But Rawhide actually had a waiting list of those who wanted to stage an act, and members knew to arrive early or they’d end up standing through the entire show.

The show also created sexual stimulation in the viewers, meaning the private rooms were booked up from the end of the show until closing.

“Katie with you tonight?” Clint asked.

Reece laughed. “Are you kidding? She wouldn’t miss it.”

Katie Warren Halliday and Reece had been lovers years before, split, and reconnected when Clint, unbeknownst to Reece, hired her to manage Rawhide. The reunion had been a happy one, for Katie, the perfect submissive and Reece, the ultimate Dom. Even though they no longer needed the club to play, they still came to special events. Otherwise, the operation was left to Clint and his new manager.

Reece nodded at the computer. “I see you’re reading my email again.”

“Uh-huh. It seems we have a new provisional member coming tonight.”

“She’s new to the area. The owner of the club I used to belong to in Tampa gave her a thumbs up recommendation.

I’d trust his word on anyone.”

“What do you know about her?” Clint asked.

“Beside the fact that my friend says she’s tall, striking, super smart, and a Domme that subs crawl to for attention?”

Clint looked at the email again. “She
must
be damn good to get this kind of recommendation.”

Reece dropped into one of the chairs facing the desk. “I’d say so. He wouldn’t endorse just anyone. Especially since he knows we run as tight a ship as he does.”

“And she wants to show up tonight?” Clint frowned. “Didn’t give us much warning.”

“My fault,” Reece told him. “He’s been trying to get in touch with me about her for a week, and we’ve been missing each other.”

“What else can you tell me about a woman who,” he peered at the screen, “raises bulls for the rodeo circuit? Odd profession for a woman.”

Reece shrugged. “According to her file, she was married to a rodeo rider who apparently has two things to recommend him—he’s making a mint in endorsements and fucks every buckle bunny over the age of eighteen. She divorced his ass, got a fat settlement, and used it to buy Chuck McConnell’s place. Chuck and his wife wanted to retire, and neither of his kids was interested in taking over the ranch.”

“Well, I guess it’s as good a way to make a living as any.

But I’ll bet a woman who does that for a living is definitely an incredible Domme.”

Reece chuckled. “Interested?”

It was a very well kept secret that Clint was a natural sexual submissive. Most people looking at the man who stood six foot four with a muscular build, a classic masculine face, and thick black hair to his shoulders would never guest his sexual preferences.

Clint shook his head. “You know I never mix business and pleasure. Makes it hard to set and maintain rules.”

He maintained a membership in a club in Dallas and one in Austin. But he longed to find a relationship like the Hallidays had.

“Did you look at the personal file her club sent?”

“Yeah. Here it is.” He tapped a key and brought up a new screen.

An expert at orgasm denial.

Skilled at the use of a dildo to penetrate her submissive.

Favors the use of male nipple clamps.

Special toys include a fiberglass cane and a tire tread spanker.

Often prefers to gag her submissives.

Clint’s cock hardened just reading the notations, and a dull ache lodged itself in his balls. His attention returned to her picture at the top of the file. Striking didn’t begin to describe her. She posed in a bustier and leather boots, thick auburn hair cascading down her back, plump breasts swelling over the top of the bustier, neatly trimmed curls decorating a cunt revealed by the garment. She held a thin whip in her hand and on her face was a look of challenge.

Come and take it
was all he could think of. The war cry of besieged Gonzales during the Mexican War, but this had nothing to do with a cannon and everything to do with a woman who promised the ultimate level of pleasure/pain. As he studied the file and the recommendations, his cock hardened and his balls tightened painfully.

Swallowing a sigh, he turned back to Reece. “What do you think? She’s going to be your neighbor. Find out your secrets?”

Reece laughed. “It seems more and more of my neighbors are learning about me. Especially since Liz Gillibrand married Alex Wright.”

Liz owned the Lucky L Horse Ranch, and Alex was related to one of the girls who trained there. Although they’d met on neutral ground, both were shocked to run into each other at Rawhide. It had, however, been a fortunate meeting for both of them. Their relationship had blossomed, and only last month they’d had a small wedding that Reece and his wife Katie attended.

“I don’t want that to become a problem for you,” Clint told him. “We opened this club to give both of us anonymity, if you recall.”

“No problem. She won’t want notoriety any more than I will. And as you can see, she comes with impeccable references.”

Clint shrugged. “Fine by me, then. When she gets here, bring her in and I’ll have her fill out a form for provisional membership. We’ll see how it goes.”

“Who’s on the schedule tonight?” Reece asked.

“Linc Stoddard and Melora Regan.” Clint grinned. “Good night for you and Katie to show up. There’ll be no sleeping at the Halliday residence tonight.”

That couple always drew a crowd, mainly because Melora was the Dominant in the relationship. And Clint had trained her in the use of the single tail whip. She was an expert with it now and favored it over other forms of punishment. It was well known that she teased her subs first with sharp nipple clamps and butt plugs before treating them to the lash of the whip. Linc and Melora had met at Rawhide and recently moved into a more formal relationship. Tonight’s performance would be outstanding.

“Well.” Reece stood up. “I’d better get out to the lounge.

I’ve got Katie on the lookout for our guest. I can hardly wait to meet Miss Montana Steele who breeds bulls for the rodeo.”

He winked at Clint. “I still think you should take a good look at her.”

Clint laughed. “I intend to. Professionally, of course.”

Montana Steele smiled at the man who asked for her identification. Once they accepted her as a member here—if they did—her name would be on the list. And if she came here often enough, he’d recognize her. She liked that about clubs like Rawhide. After a while, it got to be like an extended family.

The man smiled at her, lifted a small radio to his mouth, and turned away for a moment. When he turned back, he was smiling again.

“It’ll just be a moment, I promise.” He nodded at the padded bench against one wall. “Why don’t you have a seat?”

She was about to tell him she’d just as soon stand but realized there were people behind her waiting to get in and she was holding up the line. “Thank you.”

She walked to the bench and sat down as gracefully as she could. She had no idea why she was so nervous. This wasn’t her first club visit by any means. But she was starting a new life here, everything was changing, and it was important that she get her life—personal as well as professional—in order.

Sorel was a bitter memory, and she had no intention of repeating that mistake. She often reminded herself that his initials, D.S., actually stood for Dip Shit.

Not for the first time tonight she wondered if she should even be here. Maybe she wasn’t ready to be in a social situation yet. Lord knew the bulls took up enough of her time and the hands grabbed for the rest. But her body was sending signals that it needed something more than friendly toys to bring it to orgasm and she hadn’t worn a skirt or primped for a very long time.

What if I make another mistake? What if I find another
Dusty?

No. That wasn’t going to happen. She would compartmentalize, like so many others did. She’d allow herself so much playtime, find an appropriate sub or two here at Rawhide and take the edge of the erotic need that gripped her like a claw.

She smoothed her hand over the leather skirt she wore, then crossed her legs, an expanse of thigh flashing between the hem of her skirt and the top of the high patent boots.

Trying not to look nervous, she adjusted the short leather jacket, fiddled with the heavy chain around her neck. She was about to start counting the squares of slate in the floor when a deep voice sounded in front of her.

“Miss Steele?”

She looked up, and her breath lodged in her throat.

Standing in front of her was six foot plus of the most devastating male she had ever seen in her life. He looked like Mr. Midnight with his black hair, a black silk shirt that draped easily over broad shoulders, and black slacks that emphasized lean hips and long legs.

She stopped breathing, her body in some kind of limbo, as if she’d been transported out of this space. As if nothing existed except her and this man. Something powerful exploded between them and circled around them, binding them, invisible threads that were strong despite their lack of visibility. Montana couldn’t have moved if a bomb detonated next to her. She’d never had this reaction to another man.

Not in her entire life. And she was sure, without a doubt, that the explosion had the same impact on him.

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