Bling: A Diamond Doms Novel

by Ivy Nelson

  Dinner was as awkward as he expected it to be. The last time Garrett had attempted to reach out to his brother was six years ago when their mother died. When their father died a year later, he didn’t even bother trying.”

  “Isabelle,” Maddox said as they were eating dessert. “How did you come to be on my brother’s arm?”

  She gave him a tight smile. “I got really lucky,” she said.

  Maddox laughed. “We’ll have to agree to disagree on that one, sweetheart. But seriously, how did you and Gary meet?”

  Garrett rested a hand on her thigh beneath the table. “Isabelle has worked in one of my facilities for a few years and I had the pleasure of meeting her during a site visit some months back.”

  She turned her gaze to his and smiled tenderly at him.

  “Ah, so unethical behavior at work is OK for you. Good to know,” Maddox said, disdain dripping from his voice.

  The others at the table were visibly uncomfortable.

  Garrett glanced at his smart watch. “We should get going, baby,” he said, letting a hand rest on her shoulder.

  “Of course,” she said, smiling sweetly.

  “Sure, run away when the conversation gets awkward, Gary,” Maddox said, tossing his napkin aside.

  Garrett just stared at him. “Are you serious right now? You couldn’t even be bothered to come to our parent’s funerals.”

  “We’re leaving, Isabelle,” he said tightly as he pushed his chair back and stood.

  “If you ever decide you want a man to treat you as his equal, just let me know, Isabelle. You have my email address.”

  Beside him, he felt her stiffen as he clenched his own fists. It was the bastard's subtle way of letting both of them know he was the one who’d made that phone call and was likely the one behind the leak of their connection to Solitaire. What he wanted to know now was how his brother knew about this to begin with.

  In the back of the limo, Isabelle surprised him by lifting the skirt of her dress so she could straddle his lap. When she was settled, she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him frantically.

  “How far away is Solitaire?” she asked between kisses.

  He swerved his head, so his mouth ended up next to her ear when she came in for his next kiss. His hand pressed against the back of her head and trapped her against his shoulder.

  “Hmmm.” He hummed, knowing the vibration of his voice would tickle her neck and drive her wild. “What does my girl need?” he asked.

  She shuddered against him but didn’t answer.

  “I won’t ask again, Isabelle. Tell me what you need, and I’ll give it to you. Don’t answer and I’ll just have my way with you, which means you’re leaving my bed marked, sore, and well fucked.”

  “That,” she breathed into his neck. “I need that.”

  He fisted his hand into her hair and stared at her, wanting to be certain he had permission to let his inner beast out. She’d caught a glimpse of it in his hotel the other day. He saw nothing but need in her eyes and he wanted to push her, claim her, confirm that she was his.

  “If you mean that, I want you across my lap right now. I want to warm your ass up before I fuck you.”

  She whimpered but scrambled to obey.

  “Are you mine, Isabelle?” he asked as he dragged her silk panties to her knees.

  “Yes, Sir,” she whispered. A shudder tore through her when he caressed her ass.

  He lifted his hand and let it fall hard in the center of her ass. “Mine to use how I please?” he questioned, landing two more burning smacks.

  “Yes, Sir,” she cried, louder this time.

  “Mine to spank how and when I want?” he asked, letting loose a flurry of smacks.

  She cried out and squirmed on his lap, but he kept spanking until heat radiated from her backside.

  “Kick off your panties,” he commanded as he finished with a volley of stinging swats.

  Her panties pooled near his feet and he gently caressed her butt and thighs. “Such a good girl,” he murmured.

  Spanking her had calmed him some and he encouraged her to straddle him again.

  “I’m sorry,” he said, cradling her face in his hands. “I shouldn’t have pushed your limits that way, but I’m feeling ferocious tonight and I wanted to make sure you were up for what I want.”

  “Please,” she begged, pressing her forehead to his. “I’m yours. I just need you to make me feel it.”

  He twisted her hair and pulled her head to one side, exposing her pretty neck. Leaning forward, he nuzzled her there, making her squirm. Without warning, he turned his face slightly and sank his teeth into her bare flesh. She cried out as he stopped just short of breaking skin.

  “Christ, I’m going to fuck you so hard when we get to Solitaire. I hope you’re ready,” he said, his voice dark.

  She ground herself against him and nodded as she gingerly touched the spot he’d bitten. “Can your driver go any faster?”

  Garrett let his head fall against the seat and laughed. “No, but I know how you can pass the time.”

  He flashed her a wicked grin before he continued. "Get on the other seat and pull your knees up. I want to see your pretty cunt spread wide for me.” He gave her a gentle shove off his lap and leaned over to the small drink station in the side panel to pour himself a scotch.

  He draped one arm across the back of the seat and sipped as he watched her move across from him to the other bench seat. It might put her closer to his driver, but it kept her back to the privacy panel.

  When she was settled, he pressed a button and they were bathed in the soft glow of the overhead light.

  “Wider, Isabelle. I want to see everything,” he chided. “Put your feet flat on the seat and spread your knees far apart. There you go. Good girl.” He paused for another casual sip of his drink.

  “Now tell me, do I make you feel like less than me? Are you somehow of lower status because I make you put yourself on display?” The scotch burned as it went down.

  Isabelle shook her head. “No, Sir. You make me feel alive.”

  He smiled as her answer sent tendrils of warmth through him. “Good girl. Make yourself feel good for me. Just like in the shower a couple of weeks ago. Show me how you like to be touched.”

  Her hand dipped down low and her fingers fluttered across her folds.

  “Come when you want. I’m going to enjoy my drink while you enjoy yourself, but if you don’t have an orgasm by the time we get to Solitaire, you won’t get any tonight. That will be your punishment for failing to obey me.”

  She nodded frantically and rubbed faster circles around her clit. The surrounding landmarks told him they were still at least twenty minutes from the club, and he knew she was needy. There was almost zero chance she would fail the directive he’d given her, and he would help her along if he needed to.

  He hummed occasionally or praised her gorgeous pussy as he drank his scotch. Less than ten minutes in, he watched pure bliss take over as she nearly melted into the seat while the orgasm rolled through her. Watching her come undone made him want to drop his expensive slacks and bury himself in her right here in the car, but he forced himself to practice restraint.

  As she worked herself to a second orgasm, he drained his scotch. They were almost to Solitaire.

  When she opened her eyes and pulled her hand away from her clit, she stared at him, hunger still burning in her gaze.

  “What do you need?” he asked, loosening his bowtie to pull it off.

  “I want you to fuck me in the dungeon.”

  • • •

  Isabelle’s heart raced. Had she really just said that out loud? Having sex in the dungeon was something she feared, but she felt the need to do something beyond letting him spank her that would prove how much she wanted to be his. Letting him mark her, claim her, in front of others seemed fitting.

  “Are you sure?” he asked, his voice husky with his own need.

  “I’m sure,” she whispered. “I want everyo
ne to know I’m yours.”

  He grinned. “Oh, Isabelle. You’re a gem. Fix your dress. We’re almost there.”

  She straightened her clothes and slid her panties back on before moving to sit next to him again. In front of Solitaire, Jeff jumped out and opened the door for them. He gripped her hand as they walked up the steps to the entrance.

  “Hey you two. You’re looking sharp. That dress is killer,” Cassie said from behind the reception desk.

  Isabelle grinned. “Thank you. We had a function earlier.”

  “Excuse us, Cassie. We’re on a mission. We’ll come back down and chat later,” Garrett said, practically dragging Isabelle through the lobby and into the bar.

  Instead of walking the length of the bar, he turned toward the door that led upstairs.

  “I know what you said you wanted, but I want you in my bed,” he said. “I’ll fuck you in the dungeon sometime soon, though.”

  She nodded as they stepped into the upstairs hallway.

  In his suite, he pushed her against the wall and ravaged her mouth and neck with rough kisses and nips of his teeth.

  “You’re so fucking gorgeous,” he murmured when he pulled away. She knew her lipstick was a mess and her hair was everywhere, but in that moment, she felt absolutely beautiful.

  In the bedroom, she turned her back to him and lifted her hair off her neck so he could unzip her dress. He pushed it off her shoulders and let it pool on the floor.

  “We really should hang that up,” she murmured as she stepped out of it.

  “Hush and get the rest of your clothes off.”

  “That’s like six-grand piled on the floor,” she protested as she unhooked her bra.

  Garrett chuckled and bent to retrieve the discarded gown. He draped it over a chair and raised an eyebrow. “Is that better?”

  She nodded and shimmied out of her panties.

  “Good. Now get your ass on the bed, laying on your back. I didn’t finish my dessert at the party.”

  She giggled when he smacked her ass playfully and scurried to obey him.

  When she was on the bed with her legs spread, he pulled her until her ass was perched on the edge.

  Instead of his mouth on her pussy, she felt his teeth sink into her inner thigh. The sting of his bite traveled from her leg straight to her clit and she groaned with the need to come again. She’d never thought of herself as a masochist before, but as he bit her other thigh, he pressed his thumb to her clit, and she trembled with pleasure. It wasn’t long before an orgasm was rocking her.

  He stood and stripped out of his tux. His chiseled body hovered above her and his eyes bored holes into her. “You going to say something about my tux on the floor?” he teased as his hands rested on either side of her.

  She shook her head. “No, Sir. I just want you inside of me.”

  He entered her swiftly, nothing gentle or easy about it. His thick cock dragged out of her and he paused.

  “Open your eyes,” he commanded.

  As her lids fluttered upward, he drove himself forward at full force. She cried out as he ripped into her. This time he didn’t slow down, fucking her hard. The sounds of their fucking echoed in the room as she cried out with every thrust. His hand cupped her breast. She braced herself for a jolt of pain when her nipple wound up between his finger and thumb. It came a moment later and she let out a garbled string of curse words as he pinched hard. The pain subsided when his hand left the offended nub and slipped between their bodies to find her clit.

  The gentle massaging was a stark contrast to the forceful way he slammed into her. His grunts and moans fueled her need and she was dancing on the edge of another orgasm before long.

  “Come for me, sub,” he urged as the pressure on her clit increased.

  That was the only coaxing she needed to cross the line into euphoria.

  She felt the product of his release splashing inside of her a moment later.

  When they came down from the intoxication of their harmonious orgasms, they lay together, breathing heavy.

  “You mean so much to me,” he murmured as he shifted to his side and caressed her face. “I’m sorry my family drama is marring our time together.”

  She snuggled close to him. “I’m just happy to be in your arms. We’ll get through this.”

  “Is the fact that your brother calls you Gary why you don’t like it when my family calls me Izzy?” she asked after a few minutes of snuggling.

  He lowered his mouth to hers for a tender kiss. “You noticed that, huh?” he said when he pulled away. “Them calling you Izzy definitely sent me back to another time. Let’s not talk about him anymore,” he said as he kissed her again.

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Monday morning, Isabelle sat at her desk waiting for Garrett to arrive. Their weekend at Solitaire had been an enjoyable respite from everything going on, but now they were back in the real world and he was at the state prison visiting her sister again. This time, he was armed with at least a little bit more information, and Isabelle hoped that Carmen was more cooperative.

  Thankfully, there was plenty to do at the beginning of a new week. Garrett had tasked her with checking in with each of the department heads to make sure they were on track to meet all of the demands he’d made when he arrived at the facility a few weeks ago.

  A knock sounded and Jake from sorting and packaging poked his head in. “I’m ready for you, Miss Alvarado,” he said, tipping his dusty ball cap.

  She smiled and stood, picking up a clipboard with a checklist on it as she did.

  “Let’s get started then,” she said as brightly as she could manage.

  At first, she’d expressed concern about her inability to handle the assignment Garrett had given her, but he reminded her that she would have to get used to meeting with and overseeing a variety of department heads if she were going to own a hotel someday. Now she was viewing it as a learning experience, and she was happy to have the work to keep her mind busy.

  She started at the top of the checklist, and worked her way down, asking various questions as they made their way downstairs.

  “We think we can trim the time it takes to sort an order and pack it if we restructure the storage area based on real-time data from customer orders,” Jake was saying as he led her into the storage facility. “The problem is, there’s just too much space between here and where the boxes actually get packed.”

  She made notes as he spoke. “And do you have any suggestions we can take to Mr. Oliver for how to fix that?” she asked.

  “If we could reopen that middle section of the storage bay, I think we could rearrange things sufficiently.”

  Isabelle had never worked in sorting, she’d only ever done the final packaging and labeling to get a box ready for shipping, so she was unfamiliar with the organization of the inventory storage bays.

  “Why was the middle bay closed?” she asked.

  Jake shrugged. “To be real honest, ma’am, I don’t know. But about a year and a half or so ago, Mr. Gunn asked me to restructure the bays. Said we weren’t going to have the inventory for it to be necessary anymore, so he shut it down.”

  She raised an eyebrow. “And was that odd to you?”

  “It was. We started getting less inventory for sure, but it always seemed like we were getting the same amount of trucks dropping things off.”

  Isabelle didn’t know what any of that meant, but she wrote it down for Garrett or one of his people to look into. By the time Jake was finished giving her his tour, it was time for her to check in with the shipping manager. She asked him about the drop in inventory and the storage bay, but he seemed to not know anything.

  After that, she went to the packing floor and talked to Uncle Henry who had taken over for a supervisor Garrett fired. Today was his first day back since the assault.

  “You look good with the clipboard, Izzy,” he said, clapping her on the shoulder.

  “Oh hush, Uncle Henry. I’m just helping Mr. Oliver out.”


  Her uncle smiled.

  “I’m glad you’re warming up to him,” she said, after looking around to make sure nobody could hear her.

  “He’s alright. Definitely taking care of us,” he said as he leaned over and picked up a stack of papers.

  “These are the reports he asked me for, and I got together with Jake in sorting and I think we’re in agreement on some of the ways he wants to rearrange things.”

  She nodded and checked off boxes on her list.

  They had already asked Henry if he knew anything about Darren’s activities, but he didn’t, and Isabelle believed him. He was the kind to keep his head down and do his work and not bother anyone.

  “I should get back upstairs,” she said, gathering the papers he’d handed her. “I’ll see you at home.”

  Upstairs, she organized the checklists and made more notes for Garrett. As she was finishing, he opened the door. She smiled at him as he set a bag of food down on her desk.

  “Always trying to feed me,” she said with a grin. “Thank you. How was your visit with Carmen?”

  “Less hostile. She’s worried about you and the girls. Still hesitant to say a lot, but when I told her Darren had been arrested, she opened up a little bit.” He perched on the corner of her desk. “How was your morning?”

  “Is that all you’re going to tell me? I need more than that, don’t you think?”

  He sighed. “I promise I’ll tell you everything soon. I want to have Jax and some of the other investigators I have working on this verify her information first.”

  She scowled. “Now I wish I’d gone with you.”

  “Come on. Sit in my office and tell me how your morning meetings went.”

  She didn’t really want to, but she gathered her stack of folders and the bag of food and followed him into his office.

  When she was settled on his sofa with the folders on the coffee table in front of her, she gave him a rundown of her experience playing the role of supervisor for a day.

  “I’m just fascinated by how disjointed all of the departments seem,” she said. “It seems like it would be better if each department knew what the other department was doing. But, for example, I had no idea what the inside of the storage bays even looked like until I talked to Jake in sorting this morning, and I’ve been here for five years.”