Hacker Wedding

by Baxter, Linzi

I was tempted to push him, but I knew he wouldn’t use anything but his hand on me that night or for the next seven months. Over the last year, I’d seen Sam become more frustrated. He couldn’t control everyone, and he craved control.

  Sam looped the leather strap around my right wrist before going to the other wrist. He’d stripped out of his boxers, and my mouth watered at the sight of his cock. He swiped his finger over my forehead, pulling a few blond strands of hair out of the way. “It’s been too long, Pixie.”

  I nodded.

  “Open that pretty little mouth of yours.” Sam wrapped his fingers in my hair as he pressed his cock into my mouth. I closed my lips around him and sucked as he thrust in and out. I let out a frustrated sigh because I wanted to reach out and touch him, run my fingers over his thighs, as I took him deep in my mouth, but I couldn’t move. I was completely in Sam’s control.

  “I could stand here all night with your mouth around my cock,” Sam ground out. “Now I think it’s time for your punishment.”

  I’d take the pain, but I knew Sam planned to be a lot softer than he normally was. It was months before he would slap my ass when I was pregnant with Kinley, then we waited another few months before we set foot in our dungeon. After Kinley was born, it was a year before he took me to our club in the basement.

  Only a select few people were allowed to use the club. Each person would have to go through an interview process with Sam. Even new members needed to do a few shifts as dungeon monitor. Once Sam felt like the member would follow all the protocols, he would allow them to play.

  “Yes, Master.”

  Sam slid his fingers between the leather straps on my breast and pinched my nipple with his thumb and forefinger. “We’re a team, Patty. Starting now, we’re going to act like one. No more secrets.”

  I opened my mouth to snap back, and Sam pinched my nipple harder. He smiled down at me. “What were you going to say?”

  I glared up at him and shook my head. “You don’t play fair. How about I tie you down and do wicked things to your body?”

  A cloud washed over Sam, and I regretted the words. I knew he hated being constrained. His second year as a SEAL, his team was captured, and he’d been chained to a wall for four days. The scars on his back and chest had faded slightly over the years but not enough.

  “I’m sorry,” I said.

  His hand brushed along my jaw. “Don’t apologize. I might not let you tie me down, but I certainly will allow you to do wicked things to my body anytime.”

  When we first played, Sam had taught me how to use a flogger, not because it turned me on but because I was interested in learning. He let me flog his back and legs, but neither of us got much enjoyment out of it, except I got to see him naked. After that night, I’d never asked to use it again and only gave up my control to Sam.

  “I lost you for a second, Pixie. Where did you go?”

  “Thinking about the time I flogged you. Not sure I want to ever do that again.”

  Sam was my safe place. The past year seemed so dumb because of how we’d kept so much from each other. He was my Master, my partner, the one person I could trust.

  He ran his hand over my ass before bringing it down. “I’m open to trying most things, but like you, I have my limits. You flogging me is not one.”

  “I need you, Sam.”

  He dragged his hand over my tingling skin. “You will have me, Patty, but I’m enjoying the view at the movement.”

  A shiver went through me as his hand came down on my ass again. “Can I come whenever I want?”

  Sam didn’t answer immediately. Instead he brought his hand down twice in quick succession. “Yes.”

  I sighed. The little he touched me had me so close to the edge I knew I wasn’t going to make it long with his fingers running over my body. Another smack had me squirming against the bench. I needed relief, but Sam continued to play with my body. His fingers dragged through my folds. “You’re so wet for me.” He leaned in, and I felt his warm breath against my ear. “Your body wants me deep inside you.”

  “Please, Sam.” I tugged at the leather restraints. The ties didn’t move. I let out a frustrated breath and waited for Sam’s next move. Sex with Sam was mind-blowing, but the connection we experienced was what I craved and what turned me on most. Sam could read my body easier than I could.

  A hard thwack brought me out of my thoughts. “Your mind is supposed to be on me.” His fingers pinched my clitoris, only causing my body to ache more for him.

  I pressed back, trying to get more friction, but Sam quickly dropped his hand from my clit, and his other hand rained down on my ass. I craved more. This was what I’d missed. I felt the orgasm coming fast as he pushed his thumb to my clit, and I went over the edge, screaming his name.

  When the fog in my brain cleared, Sam continued to press circles with his fingers. My skin was still flushed, and my body throbbed for him. His fingers weren’t enough. I needed him.

  “Another one?” Sam’s free hand smacked down.

  I wasn’t sure if he’d meant another orgasm or another spanking, but I moaned, “Yes.”

  “I missed this, Pixie.” Sam rained down another smack. “We will not put our relationship second. Together, we will find a way to bring balance.” Another smack. “And if you hold back on me again, I will redden this ass so you can’t sit for a week.” His hand ran over my tingling hot ass before dipping lower and running his thumb between my folds.

  My body arched, knowing what came next. Sam’s lips wrapped around my clit as he placed his thumb in the area we didn’t play with often. When his thumb penetrated my sacred area, it was enough to send me over.

  I screamed his name, not holding back. My fists clenched as my body continued to roll, and Sam kept his thumb inside me as he placed two fingers in me as well. My body hummed as he moved his hand faster, not letting me take a second to calm down. I was sensitive, but the pain only heightened the intensity.

  I rode his fingers. It didn’t matter that I’d just orgasmed—I was enflamed. When Sam bit down on my clit, my body caught fire, and the world faded. He quickly unlocked the cuffs and carried me to the large bed in the room. I’d barely hit the comforter when Sam pushed deep inside me. I was swollen from the multiple orgasms. My sore ass scratched against the blanket.

  With each thrust, I pushed my hips up, meeting him. Sam reached between us and pressed his thumb to my clit. I didn’t think I could come again, but when his warm mouth wrapped around my nipple, I lost control.

  He smiled down as he worked himself in and out of me. I knew he was close. I raised my legs so he could go deeper. Sam thrust harder and let go. For a moment, we lay there, listening to each other breathe.

  “I love you, Pixie.”

  I sighed and cuddled in closer. Everything felt a little better, even if my world was being turned upside down.

  5

  Patty

  I stared at my lady-in-waiting as I tried not to laugh. For a second, I knew what it felt like to be Bridget Ross, my old boss, who’d given me crap about the colors I dyed my hair. What could I say? It was a rebellious time in my life, and I’d enjoyed experimenting with hair color. But I had a feeling the blue paint in Missy’s hair was not her choice since it was her day to watch over the kids.

  “You need to hire someone to watch those gremlins,” she grumbled as she sat down in the chair across from my desk. I handed her a box of tissues to wipe the paint dripping down her face. Missy was right—we needed to hire someone to watch the kids. And it seemed my daughter was the ringleader, which I secretly was proud about. But there was no way I would say that to the woman across from me.

  I couldn’t afford for her to quit. She was my lifesaver on most days and knew royal protocol. “You haven’t sent me any applications to look over,” I said.

  Missy narrowed her eyes and leaned forward. The action caused a droplet of paint to fall from her hair and hit the carpet. I didn’t think calling her out for making a mess would help with the s
ituation, since her face was already bright red. She usually loved playing with the kids.

  “Word has gotten out about the kids here. Not one qualified person applied. It’s like we're blacklisted,” she growled, throwing her hands up in the air. “Don’t get me wrong. I love Kinley, but that girl is going to drive the guards in this place crazy when she’s older.”

  “Everyone has to sign an NDA. How could people possibly know about the issues? Also, it’s not like we aren’t paying a lot of money for the job. Are you telling me not even someone fresh out of college applied? Maybe we need to start looking outside the country.”

  “I recommend you find another one of Sam’s SEAL friends to take the job.”

  I shook my head and smiled. That would even be worse than hiring another nanny. I could only imagine that my daughter would wrap the giant SEAL around her finger, and he would train her to be a SEAL. When she got older, she would become an expert on how to escape the palace or build real bombs, which was not what I needed my little girl to learn.

  “You think we have issues now. A SEAL would train my daughter too well,” I said.

  “Never thought of that. Maybe we could find a yoga teacher to become a nanny. They could teach her the art of being calm.”

  My daughter was smart. I wasn’t going to stop teaching her everything because of how she would use it. But I would figure out how to make sure she was safe. “I think we could try again, and if we can’t find someone, I’ll ask Sam.” A SEAL would be a good idea for protection. Maybe the idea could work. I pointed to Missy’s hair. “We’re not going to solve this right now. You want to explain what happened before you go shower? Because I really want to know.”

  She let out a sigh. “Oh, I’m not the only one covered in paint. The room is a new shade of everything. You see, your daughter thought she could repurpose her glitter-bomb idea with paint. I’m not even sure when she made it because I was watching her every second.”

  I pinched the bridge of my nose. Either Kinley loved engineering things or acted out because Sam and I weren’t paying enough attention to her. Either way, I would need to talk to her again.

  “Maybe a former military person would be a good idea,” I said. “At least they could teach her not to make bombs in a building.”

  “And I would have eye candy,” Missy said.

  She hadn’t brought up her last breakup, and I hadn’t broached the subject either. Like most happy people, I wanted to see her happy too. Her previous boyfriend had been a total douchebag. He’d hated her job and had always complained about it. I thought Missy and Tucker would make a perfect couple. Maybe it was time to do some matchmaking. Tucker was one of the guards on my staff. He was like my shadow when I left the building.

  “You know, there is some eye candy walking around.” I glanced at the clock. “And if you quickly shower, we can go watch them in the gym.”

  “Tucker sleeps with every woman in this place. I’m not going on a date with him, no matter how sexy the guy is. A girl has to have some standards.”

  “Yes, but men change.”

  Sam had changed. And based on the way Tucker looked at Missy, I had a feeling he would change as well.

  “Not all men. They might say they change, but they don’t.” Missy’s voice cracked.

  Anger rolled through my body. “What did he do?”

  She waved her hand. “It doesn’t matter. What matters now is finding a new nanny.” She paused. “And I’m good at dealing with my vibrator.”

  “You know, after the wedding, a bunch of us are heading to the dungeon. Are you sure you don’t want me to set you up with someone?”

  Missy’s eyes glazed over. She’d only gone to the club a few times. Based on her dreamy expression, she’d enjoyed it.

  “Let me think about it. That doesn’t mean yes or no. I have a few days. I’ll let you know. For now, I’d better go wash this crap out of my hair because I’m worried my blond locks will be permanently blue, and I don’t make a good Smurf. I prefer to be Goldilocks.”

  “I’ll be your teddy bear,” Tucker said from the doorway.

  Missy stood and brushed her skirt with her fingertips. “Sorry, not my type. I’ll have to try the next one.”

  She brushed by Tucker, leaving a blue streak on his white dress shirt. The man didn’t seem to care. His eyes were plastered to her ass as she walked down the hall. I cleared my throat, and Tucker actually blushed, his cheeks turning as red as his hair.

  “Sam was trying to call. He has a meeting with the chief of police in an hour and wanted to know if you wanted to attend.”

  I left most security things to Sam, but I was concerned with the number of women and children disappearing. And the media had gotten hold of the story. It was time I was brought up to speed with what was going on. I would leave all the tactical decisions to Sam, but I wanted to know if we were any closer to finding the missing people.

  “I’ll be there.” I paused. “You know, she’s single.”

  Tucker’s eyebrow shot up. “I’m not sure that’s the best idea. Missy seems to want to poke my eyes out every time she’s around me.”

  I sighed. “Maybe if you used charm instead of the asshole remarks you use on the rest of the staff, it would work. You’re a good guy, Tucker. But if you don’t want to be with her, we have some friends coming from the states. I’ll set her up with someone else.”

  “No fucking way,” he growled. “You can’t just set her up with someone, and then they leave.”

  “Well, the last guy did something to hurt her. So I thought it might make her happy, since you’re not interested at all.”

  Tucker narrowed his eyes. “Dammit, Patty. You know I won't be able to leave that type of information alone. She’s mine, so stop trying to set her up with other people.”

  My lip twitched. “You’re the only person I’d planned to set her up with.”

  “People around the place think Kinley gets her deceitfulness from her dad. It’s not true at all. Kinley is just like her mother.”

  I didn’t deny his claim. I knew it was true.

  “Speaking of my wonderful daughter, Missy and I were thinking maybe we should look at former military for the nanny position.”

  Tucker blinked a couple of times. “Really?” He eyed me. “You can’t find anyone to take the job?”

  I threw up my hands. “I can’t help that my daughter is a genius. But think about the fact that with a former military nanny, she would have a guard on her at all times.”

  “I’ll put the word out, but I’m not sure I’ll find someone.”

  “I’ll pay double what the guards normally make.”

  Tucker nodded. “Okay, but I’m looking outside of the palace. I’m not sure any of the current guards I trust will take the position.”

  “Thank you.”

  “I have a feeling I’m going to regret this. See you in an hour.” Tucker turned and left.

  My afternoon was empty for the first time in months. I grabbed my cell and pushed through the passageway door in my office. I wanted to be with my daughter for a little while.

  I walked down the dimly lit stone tunnel. Sam and I had talked over the years about adding better lighting and making the passageways not so dark and scary. But that would mean we would have to give access to the construction company and people outside the palace who would do the work—something neither of us wanted.

  I heard a click behind me, and I stopped. I pulled my phone out for extra light, but I couldn’t see anything in the tunnel. Kinley’s class area wasn’t too much farther. I was continuing down the path when I heard the click again.

  This time, when I turned, I wasn’t alone. Cara stood in the tunnel with me, a gun pointed my way. I swiped my phone with my finger, but it was useless. There was no reception in the stone tunnels.

  “You ruined everything!” she screeched.

  “You think pointing a gun at the future queen isn’t going to make things worse for you?” I took a step back, my hand drag
ging against the wall. There were other exits along the way. I just needed to find one before the crazy bitch shot me.

  “I was going to prove how great I could be with kids, and he would love me.”

  “Who would?” I asked, trying to figure out what she was talking about.

  “Sam,” she growled. “Carl promised you would leave soon, and when Sam saw you fail, he would run to me.”

  “As in, my Sam?”

  “Yes, but your daughter ruined everything,” she shouted, waving the gun in the air.

  I took another step back. Cara came forward and stood in front of one of the dim lights. She looked worse than when the glitter had exploded. If I wasn’t mistaken, she was wearing the same clothes as then. Her makeup was smeared from crying, and her shirt was dirty and torn. “You don’t deserve him. He works his ass off for this country, and all you do is sit in your office. Sam is the true hero.”

  I pushed back the doubt that rose in my mind. I knew she didn’t know what was going on. From the sound of it, Carl had set her up. I just wanted Sam’s arms wrapped around me.

  “Do you think hurting me will get you closer to Sam?” I asked. Keeping her talking could distract her from the fact that I was trying to get away.

  Her lips turned up. “Yes. I’m going to sell you. And then, when Sam’s grieving because he can’t find you, he will turn to me.” She sounded delusional.

  “How do you plan on getting me out of this castle? My guards are going to notice that I’m missing real soon and will lock this place down.”

  Cara’s expression fell. “I also have your daughter.”

  My stomach dropped. Kinley was one thing a person could hold over me. “If you let her go, I will come with you.”

  Cara nodded. “Then let’s go.” She pressed the gun to my back as we walked down the narrow passage past Kinley’s play area and Sam’s office.

  I coughed, hoping he would hear me. The door behind us didn’t open.

  She pushed the gun harder against my back as we walked deeper into the tunnel system, which she seemed to know pretty well. I winced as she pushed me through the last door. We were at the back end of the palace.