Will Wyatt and Bella be able to unravel the mystery together and regain the loving relationship they lost?

Bella Beaumont and Wyatt Coleman have been in love since high school. But Wyatt’s wandering eye broke them up years ago. Now they are facing a threat from a long-ago incident and are thrown together to get to the bottom of it.

Bella, as the editor and publisher of the local paper, is trying to unravel the mystery with her weekly newspaper column and putting herself in danger in the process. Wyatt refuses to stand by and watch her risk her life, and decides Bella needs her Master and Daddy back in her life, for good this time.

This is book four in the Rescue Ranch series and can be enjoyed independently.

Publisher’s Note: This contemporary western romance contains elements of danger, mystery, suspense, action, adventure, sensual scenes, and power exchange. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase.

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She shed her jeans and panties as quickly as possible. When she was naked she ran her fingers through her hair and waited for more instructions. They didn’t come. Instead, Wyatt messed with the rope, and from where she stood it seemed as if he were making rope zip ties.

She waited.

And waited.

And waited.

Finally, Bella put her hands on her hips and said, “Well?”

“What did I say earlier?” Wyatt asked.

Bella thought about it for a moment, and then said, “I guess I wasn’t listening.”

“That’s disappointing.”

“You had me thinking about sex,” she said. “I might have been slower than you wanted, but I was still thinking about getting screwed.” And then it dawned on her. “The longer I take, the longer I wait.”

“You were listening,” Wyatt said with a chuckle. He finally stared toward her, and when he crossed behind her she turned to see what he was doing. “Did I give you permission for that? Turn back around. It’s been far too long since you’ve followed orders. We need to work on that.”

“You didn’t give me an order not to move,” she said. “I can’t read your mind.”

“How about reading my rope? Turn back around.”

Bella turned her back to him, and when he next told her to clasp her hands behind her back she didn’t hesitate. Wyatt pulled her hands apart, then slipped the loops around her wrists. He pulled them tight and it forced her shoulders back and her breasts seemed to lift on their own.

Wyatt stepped in front of her. He lowered his head and took one of her nipples in his mouth. Bella hissed softly as he sucked. When his mouth moved to her other nipple she arched her back as much as she could to try and push herself into his mouth.

“Hold still,” he said. He lightly tapped her thigh. “If you’d been a good girl that would have been a swat, which I know you love.”

“I have missed it,” she admitted.

Wyatt ran his hand down her stomach, and when he reached her pussy, Bella groaned. His fingers pushed her lips apart and he found her clit. Her knees locked as he pinched and stroked her. She tried to stay still, even though he hadn’t ordered her not to move.

He kept the pressure on her clit, and twice she thought she would come. But Wyatt seemed to know it, too, and he stopped moving his fingers, which made her cry out in frustration. After the second time he stood and walked to the storage shed. When he came back he had a lawn chair in his hands. He set it up and then sat down.

“What are you doing?” Her voice sounded shrill, even to her.

“I’m sorry, is it uncomfortable to be aroused and not be able to take care of it?”

For a punishment, it was, to her, over the top. Sure she’d left him in the same condition before dinner, but at least he could touch himself, even if it was just when he went to pee.

“This is so unfair,” she said.

“You should have thought about it earlier,” he said.

“Thought you would be vindictive?”

“This is punishment,” he said. “It’s not always about spankings and standing in the corner. But if you think I’m mistreating you, climb on your horse and head back to the ranch.”

“Naked? With my hands tied behind my back?”

“There’s a challenge to everything,” Wyatt said. “If you don’t want to try that, you can stand there until I’m ready to make you come. It’s your choice.”

She really had no choice. She didn’t care about riding naked, but she did want to come now. That meant she would be standing here until Wyatt decided to put her out of her misery.

It could be a long night.