Page 31 of Stud Ranch
After casting off her clothes and donning the dress, she realized she couldn’t zip up the back herself.
After she finished her hair and makeup, she’d ask Dylan to help her. She twisted her long waves of hair up and secured it with several bobby pins. Then she eyed her reflection.
Her skin was usually good, but stress had given her a breakout. She dabbed concealer over the two spots, used mascara on her lashes and added a bright red lipstick that matched the dress she wore to perfection.
For a minute, she considered accessories, but figured anything else would be overkill. The dress was slinky enough to stand alone.
When she cracked the bathroom door, she spotted Dylan sitting on the edge of the bed, dressed in all black, putting on his cowboy boots.
A thrill of desire swept through her.
“Dylan?”
He yanked his boot on and stood. His stare cut over her from head to foot, leaving her prickling as if he was plucking at her nipples and fingering her pussy while his tongue was in her mouth.
He made a noise low in his throat. “If you don’t stop looking at me like that, we’ll never get to the show.”
She twisted her body to reveal her back. “Zip me up?”
“Jesus Christ,” he grated out.
She glanced over her shoulder. His stare was latched on the gaping opening of her dress, revealing her curves. “Won’t we be late?” she prompted.
“Of course.” In a few strides, he reached her. But he didn’t immediately clasp the zipper pull and draw it up the length of her spine. Instead, he eased his hands inside her dress, around her ribs, and palmed her breasts while pressing his hard bulge into her ass.
“It’s decided. We’re not leaving this bungalow.” He skated kisses up the column of her throat, raising a soft cry to her lips. Her body bowed under his touch, and the tiny thong she wore wasn’t much use against the flood of arousal he caused.
“You’re fucking stunning. Good thing I’m not onstage tonight. I’m going to eat…you…up.” He bit into her earlobe, tugging lightly but with just enough sharp edges of teeth to promise her what was to come.
Her breath came in sharp pants. “I want that. I want you.”
“You’re going to have me too. Right after the show. Hell, maybe even during.”
She gulped and started to twist to look at him, but he grabbed her hips and held her in place. She stilled while he zipped up the dress.
“Why would you be onstage?”
“Because I’m the best with ropes.”
Her mouth dried out. “Ropes?”
“Yep. My nickname is Knots.”
She didn’t have time to process that. He stepped back and let out a whistle. “Goddamn. Every man in that auditorium is going to be hard as rock for you. But you’re mine.”
A shiver of need rolled down her frame and caused her stomach to dip. “Let’s go,” she said before she could change her mind and make him unzip the dress again.
The auditorium was the same one where Dylan had pushed his button for her. As she walked in, she glanced around at the other ladies, many of whom she’d traveled here with. They all looked much happier than she’d seen them on that flight, wearing glows that could only be put there by a Boot Knocker’s talented hands, lips, tongue…and cock.
Dylan led her to a spot a few rows from the stage. Candles flickered, creating a warm ring of light onstage. She could make out various furniture too—a low stool and a wooden X.
Apprehension raced along her spine.
“I don’t know if this is my thing,” she whispered to Dylan.
He gave her a tender look. “Give it a try. If you want to leave, we will.”
She barely sank to the plush seat when another man suddenly took the spot beside her.