by J. M. Walker
Remember, Keely. I will be in your nightmares. Forever.
Devin
A year after I had read Devin’s letter was when I stopped dreaming about him. The nightmares came less and less but I could still feel him watching me. Parker didn’t like that I was with him but he knew that that was one thing in my life that he couldn’t control. He understood that. Everyone has a past and mine was unfortunately with a sadistic fuck who got off on my pain.
Knowing that my first husband was possibly dead should have made me happy. If whatever he said in the letter was true. His thoughts and feelings were all laid out for me, telling me exactly what was in his sick and twisted mind but I knew that he would never truly be gone. He would never truly leave me no matter how many days, months, years went by. They say that you always remember your first. Well, Devin Tate left more than his fair share of marks on my body and my soul. He ripped me open, spilling my emotions until I was almost completely broken.
I thought at first that I would be relieved when Devin died but I found myself wondering what next? A dark part of myself wished that I could have watched the life leave Devin’s eyes. I didn’t know where we went after we died. Maybe we didn’t go anywhere. It could be a peaceful sleep, waking up when the time was right. But I knew that Devin would always be a part of me. Whether I liked it or not. We had choices. Parker had taught me that. I found myself not wanting to lose the old me, the part that was with Devin. It reminded me of who I once was and who I became. Because of Parker, I was stronger. I would heal. And with the power of Domination and submission, I would give Parker all of me as he guided me to the edge of the trust I had lost so long ago.
A note from J.M. Walker
I am sad to say that Parker Reed’s story is now done. This has been quite a journey that I never expected to get involved in until he came to me late one night and started poking around in my brain. Keely Price is my most broken female and I am so happy that she finally got her happily ever after. I knew going in that this story would not be for everyone but for those that have stuck by me, picked up this book, enjoyed the stories or even if you didn’t enjoy it, thank you for taking the time out of your busy schedules to read it. Good review or bad review, I appreciate every single one of you.
Without you, I am nothing.
*As a little thank you to you, my readers, I included a short novella just for you*
A Parker Reed Novella
Dedicated to Brenda Wright
“Oh God. Yes. Harder. Faster. Damn it. Hurry the fuck up!”
I couldn’t help but laugh at the incessant badgering mixed with the screams and moans of pleasure leaving the scene before us.
“Faster. Please!”
“Shut up, brat.”
“And this is why we have training,” Parker told me. He sighed and raised a hand, indicating for the Dungeon monitors to stop the scene. The Dom’s skin shone with sweat, his chest rising and falling. He stayed connected with his sub’s body but held back from finishing out the scene.
“What’s your name, pet?” Parker asked the sub who was bent over a sawhorse.
“Stacey,” she answered, blowing a loose blonde curl out of her eyes.
“Stacey, do you know what you’re doing?” Parker motioned for the Dom to move and started unshackling Stacey from the bench.
“I was enjoying myself,” she said, her tone short and clipped. Her pale cheeks were flushed, her light blue eyes glazing over with desire.
“You were topping from the bottom. You may have been enjoying yourself but your Dom wasn’t.” Parker handed him a towel and pulled Stacey to her feet. “Clean yourselves up and then come and see me.”
“Yes, Sir.” Stacey shuffled away, smoothing down her skirt.
After righting his pants, the Dom thanked Parker and headed to the bar.
I frowned, confusion settling deep in my belly.
“Did you have a question, Keely?” Parker cupped my nape, leading me to the couch in the far corner of the room.
“Well, I was wondering why he thanked you,” I said, kneeling at Parker’s feet.
“A sub topping from the bottom is annoying when it’s not discussed beforehand. In a lot of cases, where switches are involved, it’s expected. But they have set rules and they talk about this before they get into a scene. But Stacey just wanted to piss her Dom off. And in that case, she’s a brat. Some Doms get off on that shit but this one did not.” Parker petted a hand over my hand. “Does that answer your question?”
“Yes, thank—”
“And if the sub is a brat, they usually get extra punishment.” Aidan said, dropping on the couch beside Parker. He clapped a hand on his shoulder, winking at me.
“Or if the Dom likes the brat, then it’s all good.” Liz knelt down beside me, slowly I might add, what with the protruding belly in front of her. She grunted and sighed, rubbing her swollen abdomen. “I swear Aidan fucked a football team into me.”
I laughed, placing a hand on her belly. Her baby moved under my fingers and for the first time in my life, I wasn’t upset that it wasn’t me who was pregnant. Having Charlie and now our son, Patrick, was a blessing. People who took children out of a situation to better their lives had always been inspiring. Who knew that I would end up being one of those people?
“Angel, are you okay?” Parker asked, wiping his thumb under my eye.
“Oh yes,” I said, not even realizing that tears had fallen freely down my cheeks.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you cry.” Liz sniffled, wrapping her arms around me.
I returned the embrace and cleared my throat before laughing. “I was just thinking how lucky we are. How lucky we all are.”
“I agree.” She went to rise to her feet but stopped. “Um…Sir, can you please help me up?” she asked Aidan.
He grinned. “Of course.” He got up from the couch when a loud bang came from the lobby.
“Stay here,” Parker told us and grabbed Aidan.
I helped Liz to her feet and sat her on the couch. The lights flickered on and off before going out completely. I jumped. Several screams sounded around the vast room. “Candles?” I asked Liz.
She grumbled. “I told Aidan to get the generator up and running but do you think he listened to me? Clearly he hasn’t.”
“I think we can definitely find candles in this place,” someone said.
A couple people laughed and I couldn’t help but smile. Wax play was a hit at the club, Rope being known for its experts in fetish.
Another bang and I jumped. “What’s going on?”
“Go check it out,” Liz suggested.
My heart skipped a beat. She was only making that suggestion because she wouldn’t be the one checking out the loud scary noise. “Fine,” I grumbled and made my way to the doors that led to the lobby. Just as I reached them, the lights flickered back on, thank goodness. As I got closer, I could hear raised voices getting louder and louder.
“You can’t stay here.”
“It’s an exclusive members-only night.”
“It’s raining out and there’s a tree blocking the road. Please. Even if you just let my wife sit in the lobby, I’ll go wait in the car.”
“We have to protect our members.”
I frowned and pushed open the door, finding Parker and Aidan standing with another couple. Their clothes were soaked, to the point the small woman was shaking. She placed a hand on the man’s arm that was standing beside her.
“It’s okay, Brett. We can wait in the car,” she said softly.
“No.” He glared at Aidan.
I stepped up between Aidan and the other man. “What’s going on?”
“I thought we said for you to stay in the other room.” Aidan’s brows furrowed, his jaw clenching.
“We heard a bang and Liz asked me to check and make sure that you guys were okay.” I turned to the woman. “If you come with me, I can get you dry clothes and put yours in a dryer.”
Her blue eyes warmed. “Reall
y? You would do that?”
“Of course,” I said with a smile.
“Keely.” Parker grabbed my hand and leaned down to my ear. “You do know that you are going against what we told you.”
A shiver ran over my body at the underlining threat in his deep voice. “Oh yes.” I lowered my voice. “I look forward to your punishment later, Master.”
He shook his head. “You are too much.”
“Parker, they can’t be in here. We have to protect our members,” Aidan insisted.
The man took a step towards him, going toe to toe with the owner of the club. “Look. I see that you’re married,” he nodded towards the gold wedding band on Aidan’s finger. “I can only assume that you would do anything for your spouse. Well, this is me, doing whatever I have to do for mine. Come with us if you have to but I’m not leaving until she gets dried off.”
I pushed between the two of them. “Parker will be with us. Go check on Liz. She was scared,” I told Aidan gently.
Aidan let out a huff. “Fine.” And with that, he left the lobby and headed back to his very pregnant wife.
“I’m sorry about that. Aidan gets a little protective of his club.” Parker cupped the back of my neck and smiled down at me. “If it weren’t for my wife, you would probably be headed back to your car by now.”
“Thank you,” the couple said in unison.
“It’s no problem at all. What are your names?” I asked as we walked down the hall leading to the club closet as Aidan liked to call it.
“I’m Evvie and this is my husband, Brett,” the woman said, a shiver trembling through her body.
Brett wrapped his arm around his wife, whispering something into her ear. She smiled up at him and kissed his cheek.
My heart swelled. Seeing people in love always made me happy. “Well it’s nice to meet—”
“Wait,” Parker stopped abruptly. “Are you Evvie and Brett MacLean?”
The couple looked between each other, small smiles spreading on their faces. “Yes. Why?”
“I knew it! You own The Red Love and several other clubs around the world.” Parker grabbed a magazine from the side table by the wall. “See?”
I glanced at the picture of the couple standing before us in the tabloid. “Wow.”
“This is embarrassing.” Evvie laughed once.
“Oh don’t be embarrassed. Both of you are inspirational,” I told her, grabbing the magazine from my husband.
“Really? You think so?” She smiled up at Brett, letting out a soft sigh.
“Yes,” Parker answered for me. “It lets everyone know that you don’t have to be born with a silver spoon in your mouth to become highly successful.”
“Well I know that you are pretty successful yourself,” Brett told Parker, running a hand through his short brown hair. He scratched the dark scruff on his strong jaw before pointing at Parker. “You own Reed Industries. But I had read somewhere several years ago that you died.”
My stomach twisted. “That is a whole other story.”
Evvie smacked her husband’s arm. “What did I tell you about saying exactly what’s on your mind?”
Brett grinned and kissed her hard on the mouth. “You’ve never complained before.”
She scoffed. “I don’t complain when you are open and honest with me. But you can’t be that way with strangers. You have to get to know them first.”
He shrugged and turned to us. “What are your names?”
“I’m Parker Reed, as you already guessed, and this is my wife, Keely,” Parker replied.
“See?” Brett kissed Evvie’s forehead. “Now we know them.”
She rolled her eyes. “Forgive him. It’s been a long day and we are finally kid free thanks to my brothers.”
I laughed. “We know that feeling.”
“Oh? How many kids do you have?” she asked, gripping her husband’s arm.
As we headed down the hall, we all talked about our children. How many we had, names, how old they were, and so on. I didn’t know a lot of people that had kids so meeting new people who loved chatting about their own was a new experience for me. That was why I couldn’t wait for Liz and Aidan to have their baby.
“So, what kind of club is this?” Evvie asked once we reached a room at the end of the hallway.
Parker and I glanced at each other.
“A private one,” I answered, fingering the thin collar around my neck.
Brett raised an eyebrow. “Is this a club that we would be interested in?”
“Depends,” Parker said, his eyes heating as he looked at my collar.
Evvie chewed her bottom lip. “On what?”
Linking my arm in hers, I led her into the room that held costumes, extra clothes, and everything that she needed to get dried off. “It depends on if you have an open mind or not.”
She laughed, her cheeks going red. “Um…well…”
A gasp resonated from the room making us all turn to the unexpected noise.
Brenda, a tall blonde submissive, stood a few feet away from us, chewing her bottom lip and holding a black candle in her hands. The flame flickered, dancing in the air. “I am so sorry. I was waiting for the lights to turn back on before I left.” Her gaze landed on Brett, her cheeks flushing a bright red.
Evvie caught the look and giggled. “My husband has that effect on women,” she whispered to me.
I joined in on her laughter. “So does mine. Women love his tattoos.”
Her grin widened. “Lucky we aren’t the jealous types.”
I nodded. “No doubt.”
“Can you please grab a towel for me?” Brett asked Brenda.
“O-of c-course. I can do that. Sure thing.” Her rambling was simply adorable as she stared wide eyed at the man talking to her.
I shook my head and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. “Let’s go before you drool all over yourself.”
“I know he’s taken but God, he’s fucking hot,” Brenda said, her voice taking on a dreamy singsong state.
I could only laugh. I had to agree with her, though. The multi-business mogul was a looker but where he was soft and smooth in the features, Parker was rough and rugged. I couldn’t help but look between the two large men, my gaze finally landing on my husband.
He winked, his jade eyes blazing with a heat so powerful, it took my breath away.
“Towel,” Brenda said, jarring me from my thoughts.
“Thank you.” I took it from her and handed it to Evvie as Brenda quickly left the room but not before she passed one last glance at Brett.
“I think someone has a crush on you,” Evvie teased, poking her husband playfully in the side.
He popped his collar, a smug smile forming on his face. “What can I say? I am irresistible and all.”
“Wow. You sound just like Parker.” I smiled, grabbing a change of clothes for Evvie. “You can change in there.” I nodded towards a small adjoining bathroom.
“So tell me about this place,” Brett said, sitting on the couch while he waited for his wife. “The secrecy has my curiosity peaked.”
Parker rubbed his chin, scratching the scruff of his jaw. “Well…how about I show you instead?” He glanced at me. “You got this?”
I nodded. “Have fun.” I gave them a little wave as the left the room. “Your husband has gone with mine to check out the club,” I told Evvie.
“Okay. What is this place anyways?” she asked, her voice muffled by the closed door.
“I guess putting it mildly, it’s a fetish club.” I braced myself, waiting for her shock and surprise. But when she opened the door, I found myself staring into eyes that reminded me of my own when I had first heard about the lifestyle.
“What kind of fetish?” she asked, towel drying her hair.
“Um…well, anything really. Except for animals, this isn’t that kind of club.” I grimaced at the mere thought of it.
She laughed. “I guess you have to have a line that you can’t cross.”
“Ex
actly. I never thought you would be so cool about it.”
“Why do you say that?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Well,” I shrugged. “I judged you too soon and I’m sorry for that. Usually it’s the other way around but in this case, it was me.”
Evvie gave me a light hug. “I’m glad that we ran into this place. Brett and I were looking for…well…” Her cheeks reddened. “Something exciting, to say the least.”
At that moment, Brett and Parker came back into the room.
“Evvie,” Brett said. “Come here.”
Her mouth parted and she walked up to her husband. “What—”
He covered her lips in a hard bruising kiss igniting a moan to escape her. He cupped the back of her neck, whispering softly in her ear.
“What did you show him?” I asked Parker.
He crossed his arms under his chest, a wide grin spreading on his handsome face. “I just showed him what it was like to own someone completely.”
I shook my head. “There are a lot of ways that could happen. What exactly did you let him see?”
Parker pinched my chin, tilting my head and grazed his lips down the length of my jaw. “I showed him what it was like to make someone fly.”
“Oh…” I glanced at Evvie and Brett.
They both turned our way, cheeks flushed and a glaze of curiosity in their eyes. “Where do we sign up?”
***THE END***
When J.M. isn’t working her Monday-Friday 9-5 job, she’s spending her time reading, writing and with the love of her life.
She’s an all-around Canadian girl. Born and raised in a small city.
If you don’t see J.M. writing, you’ll find her with her nose in a book. Whether it’s her words or someone else’s, she’s drawn to it.
J.M. loves stories with Alpha broken males and that need to be ripped apart and put back together again. Men that fall to their knees over a wink or a giggle from their females.
Two things you will never find J.M. without; her cell phone and lip gloss. If she has both of those items, you have a happy girl.
