Chapter 18
Chapter Eighteen
By the time they returned to Rawhide Ranch, Mallory had a queasy feeling gathering around her heart and stomach. She didn’t quite understand where it came from, except that it had to do with Mitchell.
“You okay, bunny?” Fletcher asked as they entered their room.
“I don’t think so,” she said simply. I think we need to go to the Dungeon so you can tie me up and spank all the yucky feelings out of me,” she said.
“Yucky feelings?”
“Uh-huh.”
“We can do that, but I have a couple of conditions,” Fletcher sat on the side of the bed and pulled her to stand between his knees.
“What conditions?”
“First, I want you to submit to me in every way for the rest of our stay here at Rawhide Ranch.”
Mallory nodded easily as she traced her hands over the top of his shoulders and around to the back of his neck. “I can do that.”
“And second, I want you to come home with me as my permanent, full-time submissive, woman, and life partner.”
Mallory blinked, astonished at his words. “But I don’t know what you do for a living, or where you live, or anything about you, except that you like to tie me up… and you’re amazing in bed.”
“Thank you, sweet bunny. I guess I haven’t told you much about myself. Well, the truth is my name is Samuel Fletcher Thomas and I’m the owner and CEO of SFT Conglomerate.”
“And what does SFT Conglomerate do?”
Fletcher paused a moment before answering. “Mostly we raise and sell cattle on a bunch of acres and deposit the money we’re paid by the oil company who has a number of wells around the ranch.”
“So you’re like, rich?”
Mallory asked the question though she was half afraid of what his answer would be.
Though she had enough money in the bank to live on, as far as he knew, she was a struggling artist who worked as an administrative assistant before coming to Rawhide Ranch.
Now she was a service submissive and cleaner in the Dungeon who drew silly pictures in her spare time.
Why would he want her in his life?
As if echoing her thoughts, he said, “I want you in my life because you are sweet and submissive and creative and lovely to look at and easy to talk to and you make me feel good about the world. You are the woman I’ve been looking for since my ex-wife walked out on me because I didn’t have any money. ”
“I don’t want your money,” she assured him. “I have a little money from both Benjamin and my mother and can pay my own way.”
“I never even considered you’d be concerned with that, Mallory.
But what you bring to our relationship is more valuable than money.
So, you think about what you want our future to look like and we’ll talk again in a few days.
Right now, I want you to put on your rope bunny clothes and get ready to go downstairs. ”
Mallory smiled as she rushed to the dresser. “Yes, Sir.”
After he helped dress in her skin-colored sports bra and boy shorts, he gave her a pair of jeans and a t-shirt to wear on top of them to the Dungeon. Then he pulled his rope bag out, as well as a few toys he’d discovered in the armoire that he wanted to test on Mallory.
“Ready to go play in the Dungeon, bunny?” he asked as he held out a hand to her.
“Yes, Sir.”
She eagerly followed him to the Dungeon. After they checked in, Fletcher led the way through the beautiful double doors. There were only a few other couples playing since it was late morning. They had their choice of equipment.
“This is one of the few times I’ll give you a choice,” he said as he led her toward the spanking bench off to one side of the room. “Do you want to cry or have multiple orgasms to clear out the yuckies?”
Mallory thought about it for a moment before she answered. “Could I have both, please, Sir?”
He studied her for a moment, his expression one of need that told her he was as hungry for her as she was for him. “We can do that. Strip down so we can get you positioned and we’ll try a new kind of tie today.”
Though he hesitated to have sex in public, helping Mallory clear out the yuckies that seeing her ex had brought up in her was more important than his comfort. After all, weren’t they both here to explore new things?
Pulling out his phone, he pulled up the shibari training website he’d used to learn the skill and flipped through an illustrated pictorial on the tie that would open Mallory’s body up to whatever he wanted to do to her.
Once he’d refreshed his memory, he turned to his rope bag, pulling out the toys he’d brought from their room before choosing the ropes he would use to bind her.
After he’d prepared everything, he turned back to Mallory, who dropped her head so fast he thought he heard her neck pop. He didn’t call her on it. He liked having her eyes watching him instead of staring at the floor as most Tops demanded of their Bottoms.
Taking a deep breath, Fletcher shifted his own headspace away from the vengeance he wanted to bring down on her ex for being an asshole to her and into a more Zen space. Only when his emotions had settled and he was calm did he move to stand in front of Mallory.
“Eyes on me,” he said softly.
Mallory tilted her head back and looked up at him without hesitation.
“What’s your safe word, bunny?”
“Pickles or red, Sir.”
“Good girl.” Fletcher extended a hand.
He helped her up then looked at what she was wearing.
Leading her over to the bench, he stopped her from climbing on top of it.
Slipping his hands under the waistband of her boy shorts, he pushed them over her hips and down her legs.
Kneeling behind her, he helped her step out of them.
Rising, he tossed the skin-colored shorts so they landed on his rope bag.
Then he turned his attention back to his woman.
“Master?” She looked at him, her face bright red from being nearly naked in the public space.
“You’re all right, bunny mine. Now, let’s get you on the table and comfortable.”