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“Thanks,” she whispered.

She felt so good in his arms that he hesitated before setting her on her feet. It might be safer if he carried her, even if they were strangers.

“Everything all right?” A deep voice called from the porch.

“Oh, yes,” Dolly said, squirming in his hold. “I’m fine.”

Reluctantly, Quincy set her down, but took custody of her suitcase before she could reach for it. Tucking his briefcase under the arm holding her suitcase, he held out his now free hand.

She stared at him with wide eyes before placing her hand on top of his, so their palms touched, and their fingers interlaced. The energy sizzled between them once again, and he was not surprised when his cock responded more than it had to any other female in quite a while. Question now was how to convince her to spend time with him to see if they would be a good match, in the Dungeon as well as everywhere else on the Ranch.

CHAPTER 3

Dolly did not know what had overcome her in the past few minutes. Not only had she allowed a stranger to drive her from the front gate, she now held said stranger’s hand as they ascended the six steps that led from the driveway to the front porch. Yes, touching him was causing her body to react in ways she had never felt before, but she hadn’t ever responded like this either. Problem was she was here to learn, not tie herself to someone before she even checked in.

Dolly forced herself to not look at the man beside her, but instead focus on the massive set of double doors that led into the building. Doors where a tall, broad man wearing blue jeans and cowboy boots with a cotton snap-front shirt and bolo tie stood. In deference to the heat, the sleeves of his shirt were rolled up to just below his elbows, exposing powerful forearms. From her extensive study of the resort’s website over the past months, she knew this blue-eyed, brown-haired man was the owner.

“Welcome to Rawhide Ranch,” he said with a smile that settled the nerves that had begun dancing in her belly that morning. “I’m Derek Hawkins, the owner.”

“Daddy, you were supposed to wait for me,” A tiny brunette burst through the door and faced him. Planting her pink cowgirl boots on the wide planks of the porch, she placed her hands on her hips and frowned up at the much bigger man.

“Sorry, angel, but I can’t ask guests to wait in the driveway while you finish hugging the new stuffie shipment,” he responded with a smirk. “Now, you might want to adjust your attitude before I adjust it for you.”

The woman took a deep breath and huffed a sigh as she dropped her hands away from her hips and did a little tap dance. Then she turned her attention to them. “Hello. Are you Dolly?”

Dolly could not help smiling and she nodded at the woman who was definitely a Little and too cute for words. “Yes, I am. You must be Sadie.”

“That’s me! But… I thought you were coming alone. Or did I read the reservation wrong?” Sadie looked from Dolly’s face to her hand that was still linked with Mr. Nelson’s then back to her face again.

Stunned she was still holding hands with the kind stranger Dolly pulled her hand free. “No, I am single. I’m here alone.”

“Whew, that’s good, because I have put together a list of Doms who are interested in meeting you,” Sadie said as she wrapped her hand around Dolly’s wrist. “Let’s get you checked in. Then you can have your meeting with Daddy and after that, I’ll show you where your room is. We can talk about men while you get settled.”

Turning to the man beside her, Dolly gave him a smile. “Thanks for the ride, Mr. Nelson. I guess I’ll see you around.”

She reached for her suitcase, but before she could claim it, Derek took control of it. “I’ll see this gets to your room, darlin’. You go on with Sadie and I’ll see you in my office in about twenty minutes.”

Dolly swallowed as her submissive side surged forward. “Yes, Sir.”

With one last peek at her fellow guest, she allowed Sadie to pull her through the front doors into the resort. Her adventure of deep submersion into submissive life at Rawhide Ranch had apparently begun.

“Mr. Nelson?” Derek asked once the women were out of earshot.

Quincy shrugged. “The guard introduced me as Mr. Nelson. I didn’t bother to introduce myself properly.”

“But you held her hand coming up the stairs? And carried her suitcase? Interesting. Would you like me to put you on Sadie’s list of Doms who want to scene with her?”

Quincy chuckled and got really honest with his host. “I’d prefer it if you could burn Sadie’s list.”

“I’ll see what I can do,” Derek said as he extended his hand. “Welcome back to Rawhide Ranch, Colonel Doctor Nelson.”

Quincy shook his head as he took Derek’s hand and shook it. “Not anymore. I retired two weeks ago. Please, while I’m here it’s just Quincy Nelson.” Especially since I don’t know if I’ll be continuing as a doctor, he finished silently.

“All right then, just Quincy Nelson. Let’s go to my office and have a chat about your expectations for your stay.”

Quincy nodded and followed Derek into the building, not surprised to see the other man pulled Dolly’s suitcase behind him.

“Give me just a minute to speak with Sadie and I’ll meet you at my office.”

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