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comfortable with their D/s relationships, although they didn’t exactly discuss them in public. But with friends who were also in the life, they could make jokes and tease each other.
    Clint wanted that same kind of relationship so desperately he was afraid to give voice to it. Years ago, he thought he might have it with a woman he was in love with. They were together a long time. She was an incredible Domme, and he’d thought their life together was set in stone.
    But with an unusual twist, just when he thought about discussing marriage, she walked away from him for another sub. A woman. The whole thing had left him questioning his masculinity. If he could be discarded for a woman…He felt he’d somehow, with his submissive’s soul, been lacking in what his lover needed. Since then he kept his sexual preferences a closely guarded secret except from the Hallidays.
    And he’d satisfied himself with visits to the clubs in Austin and Dallas, where he found Dommes he could have a fairly emotion-free relationship with. But with women who always pointed out he’d never have a fulfilling relationship until he could let go of that last vestige of control and stop holding a part of himself back. Something nearly impossible for him to do, because in his mind, it was like surrendering that wounded masculine pride.
    But Clint was thirty-eight, forty before long, and he saw life slipping by. He wanted to find a way to have a relationship. And the moment he’d seen Montana Steele, something told him she could be the one. No, she was the one. But so many things held him back. For one thing, he wished he hadn’t imposed the strict rule about fraternizing at Rawhide. Of course, that hadn’t stopped Katie and Reece, but then they were old lovers reunited.
    For another, there was that old control issue and how to handle it. He knew instinctively that with Montana there could be no pretending. No playacting as he did in Austin just for the physical satisfaction. She would demand everything of him and be happy with nothing less.
    The image of Montana with her sub flashed through his brain. His guilty little secret was that he’d watched her every time she’d been back to Rawhide. And each time he’d jerked off in the hidden little hallway. How pathetic was that?
    And now…now…it was Sunday and here he was, hard as a rock again. Wishing it had been his ass she was sliding a butt plug into. That he was the one restrained for her pleasure.
    That it was her cane he felt across his body. Or the unique tire tread spanker that left such unusual marks on a sub. In fact, Drake had stopped on his way out of the club last time to thank Clint for hooking him up with Montana.
    “Never knew I could have such intense orgasms,” he’d said, smiling and rubbing his stinging ass.
    Clint had wanted to shove his fist in the guy’s face.
    His hand was wrapped around his cock now. The fingers of one hand pinched a nipple, imagining they were the special clips Montana used that left their mark after they were removed. His shaft pulsed in his hand, the skin hot to his touch. He tried to imagine Montana sitting before him as she’d done with Drake that first night, legs splayed, fingers caressing herself as she stared at his erection, daring him to come without her permission.
    As the scene played out in his mind, his hand continued to fondle his cock from base to head and back again. His flesh was so hot it nearly scorched his palm. Closing his eyes, he worked his hand up and down, pinching his nipple until he had to swallow a cry of pain. He wanted that famous cane of Montana’s on his back and ass and thighs. Her special butt plug in his ass. Her eyes on him as she brought herself to completion.
    And then he wanted to beg her to please, please, please let him fuck her. He’d do anything for her if she’d grant him that favor. At the thought of her tight pussy walls gripping his shaft, his climax roared up from deep in his belly, catching him