Cowboy Casanova (Rough Riders #12)(13)

an overwhelming urge to possess a woman. To tempt, to treat, to teach, to punish…all

at the same time.


“The gold bracelet she’s wearing means I can’t let that happen.”


Colored rubber bracelets were how members differentiated their designations. Gold

bracelets denoted a dominant and required proof of previous experience as a dominant.

Silver bracelets signified a submissive. A white bracelet meant the member was a switch

—ready to play either role. A black bracelet meant in a committed relationship and off

limits.


However, any member could request to change their designation, after discussing the

reason for it, with either Murphy or Cody, the only two officially designated Masters

at the Rawhide Club.


“I’m aware of what the bracelet means, Murph.”


“Are you?”


“Yep.” Ben slipped the bracelet over his hand and slid it across the bar top. “Give

me a white bracelet.”


“Fuck no. This is ridiculous. Come on. What’s the deal with you tonight?”


Cody and Sully sensed tension and joined them at the bar, flanking Ben on either side.

Cody spoke first. “Problem?”


“Only that Bennett wants to exchange his bracelet,” Murphy said.


“Christ, Bennett, you’re that bored with the selection of subs tonight? You’re

willing to let one of these guys beat you and f*ck you?” Sully asked with an edge of

sarcasm.


“Fuck no.” He rested his elbows on the bar and they followed suit to keep their

conversation private. “I don’t need to point out the woman wearing the gold bracelet,

since she’s the only woman I’ve ever seen with a gold bracelet in this establishment.

But I know better than to violate club rules and publicly question her right to wear

it. So I asked Murphy to clarify why she deserved that status and he refused to provide

details.”


Cody nonchalantly cast a glance over his shoulder. “I gotta agree with Bennett on

this, Murph. The woman is out of her element, and I’ll eat my f*cking keg tap if she’

s got any real experience as a Domme.”


“Better give us the basics on her,” Sully added.


The big man stroked his fingers through his long black beard and looked at each one of

them in turn, but spoke to Ben. “I told you. Angel is a friend of Layla’s. She’s

here to see if this type of club would be a good fit for her.”


“She’s been involved in other clubs like this?”


“According to Layla, yes.”


“If that’s the case, then where does her previous Domme experience come in?”


Murphy sighed. “I argued with Layla about this, especially after she told me Angel’s

only Domme experiences were in a controlled setting where she…ah…paid the dude so she

could be in charge.”



Silence.


“So you’re telling me this woman waltzed into my club, expecting to be given the gold

stamp of approval because she paid some dude from a male escort service to let her boss

him around for a few hours?” Cody asked tightly.


Murphy nodded.


“So much for being the master of your house.” Sully snickered.