by Aubrey Rose
Chapter Eleven
Anthony Depalma moved through the silent corridors of the Devil’s Den, scowling at the shadows. He left for a few days and everything turned to shit. He’d trusted Snake to keep Jamie under control. She seemed to be accepting her new role, adjusting to their expectations of her.
So, what had gone wrong?
Opening a door to his right, he slipped into one of the private ‘play rooms’ located beneath the club.
“You’re late!”
The Mistress’ voice cracked with irritation and Tony cringed. She could be unbelievably cruel when riled. Snake knelt before her, arms raised, fingers interlaced behind his head.
“I arrived as quickly as I could, Mistress.”
“I should not be here.” Her voice grated, her expression accused. “It’s dangerous for me to be here. Without the illusion, I have no use for you.”
“I understand, Mistress.”
“No, I don’t think you do. You’re expendable and you better never forget it.”
Tony said nothing. It took all his effort just to keep hatred from erupting in his gaze.
“Snake, do you believe she’s still in the city?”
“Yes, Mistress. She has no money, no credit cards, no way to --”
The Mistress scoffed. “Would you pick up a hitch-hiker who looks like Jamie Lynn? You’d take her anywhere she wanted to go and probably buy her dinner.”
“If she’s still in San Diego, she’ll contact her brother,” Tony said firmly. “We’ve given her plenty of opportunity to find out he’s here.”
She glared at him and Tony swallowed hard, immediately lowering his gaze. He knew better than speaking out of turn. It was hard to switch roles when she expected him to Dom so often.
“Your plan worked beautifully. That’s the only reason I haven’t punished you ‑‑ yet.”
His treacherous cock throbbed at the thought. No one administered punishment like the Mistress. Her throaty chuckle assured him she’d noticed the sudden bulge in the front of his pants.
“I’ll give her two days to contact Trevor, and then we move on to plan B.”
Tony knew they must protect themselves. There was too much at stake to leave loose ends, still, Velvet didn’t deserve what the Mistress had planned.
“Pleasure or pain?”
He clenched his fists. Why was she making him choose? She could use pleasure more ruthlessly than pain and turn pain into utter bliss. “Pleasure.”
“Undress. Both of you.”
Snake scrambled up from the floor and pulled his shirt off over his head. Knowing the end was inevitable, Tony followed suit. The Mistress pulled a padded bench away from the wall and slipped out of her silk wrapper. A tightly cinched corset supported her voluptuous breasts and narrowed her waist dramatically. She sat on the end of the bench and motioned for the men to approach her.
Her gaze moved slowly over Snake’s naked body and she shook her head. “You’re not even hard. I’m disappointed.”
“Knowing I’ve displeased you is distracting me.”
She spread her legs, displaying the tiny gold studs piercing her delicate folds. Her gaze moved to Tony’s cock and she chuckled wickedly. “Now that’s what I like to see. Snake, pleasure me with your mouth until your cock is less distracted.”
Snake immediately knelt between her legs and licked her clit. Tony watched the other man’s tongue move over and around the scarlet knot of flesh. Captivated by the sight, he gasped when her hand closed around his cock, drawing him closer.
She deftly slipped a ring high onto his shaft, anchoring it with a firm squeeze. The pressure intensified painfully and the ring ensured he’d stay hard until she was ready for him to come.
“You have the most magnificent cock I’ve ever seen,” she cooed. “Long and thick. And the head is velvety soft.” She passed her thumb over the very tip. Tony groaned. “I should never allow you to cover yourself in my presence. You are simply too splendid not to enjoy.”
Her wet mouth closed around the head of his cock and Tony locked his hands behind his back. He desperately wanted to grab her head and fuck her mouth until she choked on him. It was forbidden to touch her unless she permitted the caress.
Sucking firmly on just the plush head, she tormented him mercilessly. He focused on what Snake was doing, hoping to distance himself from the pounding pressure she created with her persistent mouth.
Snake lapped at her pussy enthusiastically. He thrust his tongue deep, then sucked on her clit. Her hips jerked and bucked each time he drew her flesh between his lips.
She released Tony’s cock with a distinct pop and lifted her legs to Snake’s shoulders. “Put this on him.” She panted out the words as she passed a cock ring to Tony.
She loved making him touch Snake. She knew good and well he wasn’t gay and it amused her to watch him squirm. Snake had no such qualms. Twisting his hips, without lifting his face from between her legs, he presented Tony with his erection.
“Make sure he’s good and hard!”
Carefully suppressing his anger, Tony pushed the ring down the length of Snake’s shaft and squeezed. Snake groaned. Tightening his fist around the other man’s cock, Tony pumped him firmly, waiting for the Mistress’ next order.
She lowered her legs and pushed Snake away. Standing, she motioned toward the bench. “Lie down, Snake, with your ass right on the end and your legs spread wide.” He obeyed and she backed up to him, reaching between her legs to find his cock. “I come harder when I have something to squeeze.”
Tony watched her guide Snake to her pussy and slowly impaled herself on his thick length. Snake reached above his head and grasped the bench, his features contorting with pleasure. The Mistress could clench her cunt so tightly it was wonderfully painful.
“Oh God, yes!” She braced her hands against her knees and rocked forward and back, forward and back, fucking herself with Snake’s cock.
Snake cried out when she came, the. The ripples of her internal muscles apparently agony. With the cock ring firmly in place he was prevented a similar pleasure.
“That was for losing your trainee.”
She stood. Snake’s cock jutted straight out from his body, nearly purple it was so engorged. “Do not remove the ring and do not touch yourself.” Stiffly he nodded and struggled up from the bench. “Your turn, my love.”
Tony assumed the same position and waited for the hot clamp of her cunt. Instead she released the ring and kissed the tip of his cock. He looked at her and she smiled. “You will find her for me, won’t you?”
“Yes, Mistress. I will not fail.”
Facing him, she straddled his hips and slowly lowered herself onto his shaft. Her tight, wet pussy closed around him, clasping him, caressing him. “May I touch you, Mistress? Please, may I fuck you!”
“Yes!”
He grasped her hips and thrust brutally. Her breasts quivered and bounced, her nipples deeply flushed and pointed.
“Snake! I need you, too!”
Even knowing he wouldn’t be able to come the other man didn’t hesitate. She leaned forward, pressing her breasts against Tony’s chest, while Snake carefully worked his cock through her puckered anus. Her whole body trembled and she made a sound part whimper, part scream.
When Snake was buried balls deep, he asked, “My I touch you, Mistress, with my hands?”
“Touch me. Take me. Fuck me now!”
Snake cupped both her breasts. Tony held firmly to her hips and they moved together. Snake pulled out as Tony thrust in. The alternating penetration made her wild. Tony felt the slide of Snake’s cock against his, separated only by a delicate membrane of her body. He refused to think about the added stimulation, his cock pounded demandingly.
“Please, Mistress, may I come!” Snake hollered desperately.
“No!”
Tony felt his body lurch in response to the other man’s anguished moan.
“You may come,” she whispered, grinding herself down upon Tony’s
shaft.
“Thank you, Mistress.” He surrendered to the rhythmic clench of her cunt, releasing in long, forceful pulses.
She pushed against Tony’s chest, forcing Snake back. Still straddling Tony’s hips, she told Snake to pull out and move to the side of the bench.
“If you disappoint me again, Snake, pleasure will not be an option. Now, release the ring, and finish yourself off.”
* * * * *
“What do we really know?” Velvet asked as Trevor opened the pizza box, which had just been delivered to their hotel room.
“We know Snake owns a seedy bar and Star works at a fetish club. We know Jamie was keeping company with Snake.” Trevor had regained his composure in the hour since their phone call with Star, allowing him to think analytically.
“Snake doesn’t strike me as --”
“Snake doesn’t strike?” He smiled. “No pun intended?”
She dumped the contents of the small grocery bag on the bed next to the pizza box. Paper plates, plastic forks, and packets of parmesan cheese tumbled out. “I doubt Jamie met Snake by accident. I’d bet money he’s our caveman.”
“Okay, let’s run with that. Jamie met Snake at the Halloween party and they started…what? An affair? Why would she just take off? Why wouldn’t she have at least told you?”
“Star said he was training her. I’m Ms. Monogamy here. What do you think she meant?”
“Probably as a submissive. I’m not into the BDSM subculture, but I’ve known people who are. It’s not as uncommon as you might think.” A shiver shook her slender frame and Trevor grinned. “Somehow I don’t think that was revulsion.”
“I’m way too…conservative to… It’s hard for me to imagine people doing those things to each other.”
He chuckled at the obvious lie. “I think you picture it all too easily. We’ll explore that more fully in a minute.”
“Jamie must not have been enjoying her training or she wouldn’t have run away.” She passed him a plate. He put a piece of pizza on it and handed it back to her.
“You got the package yesterday and you said it was postmarked two days before that. Then she’s been away from Snake five, maybe six days, tops.”
“Is it likely she’s still in San Diego?”
“Where else would she go? Everyone she knows in L.A. is connected to Depalma. She’d rather die than go back home, so --”
“Does she equate you with the rest of your family?”
“I’m a slightly less offensive form of evil, but yes. My bet is she’s still here somewhere. I think that’s why Star sent you the wallet. They’re trying to draw her out.”
“Other than the fact that Star used to model for the agency, what connection is there between Depalma and Snake?”
“Oh, this is all connected. I have no doubt about that. Depalma probably owns both clubs and uses the modeling agency to launder the money.”
“A fetish club isn’t illegal. Why would he need to launder the money?”
“Exchanging money for sex is prostitution. He’s toeing a very fine line with all of this.”
“So what do we do next?”
“Clayton will be here tomorrow and we’ll have him secure an invitation to the Devil’s Den. Star’s right, no one there is going to talk to us. Hopefully they won’t anticipate him.”
“How long has he worked for you?”
“We actually work together, but calling another man your partner has a different connotation these days.”
“And what exactly do you do for a living, when you’re not pretending to be a reporter?”
“Clayton and I own a security company. We do everything from surveillance systems to undercover investigations.”
“So pretending to be a snoop wasn’t much of a stretch for you.”
“Nope. This just wasn’t a case I was looking forward to working.”
They finished the pizza in relative silence. Trevor mulled over all the possibilities in his brain and tried to determine the next logical step. If Clayton was unable to learn anything at the Devil’s Den, they were rapidly running out of options.
He could try and beat the information out of Snake, but he suspected the bastard knew less than they did.
“What caused that smile?”
Wiping his mouth with a paper napkin, Trevor admitted, “I was indulging some violent fantasies regarding a certain serpent.”
She returned his smile. “I’m glad I’m not a serpent.”
“My fantasies regarding you are altogether different.” Fragments of those fantasies teased his imagination. He’d had eleven years to invent creative ways of making love to her.
“I’m sorry to disappoint you. I’ve got a date with Captain Jack. He’s going to take me sailing on his yacht.”
“Oh, is he, now? I happen to know Captain Jack and that scoundrel doesn’t own a yacht. Are you sure you want to go sailing with someone who has completely misrepresented himself?”
“Only if he has very good reason for the deception.”
He smiled. “And if his reasons are wicked and depraved?”
“Then I would be shocked and honor-bound to resist his ignoble advances.”
“You think that will stop Captain Jack?”
She licked her lips and grinned. “I certainly hope not.”
Chapter Twelve
Wearing nothing but her satin bathrobe, Velvet impatiently waited for Trevor to return. They’d cleared away what remained of their pizza and she’d turned down the bed. But before she could ask what he intended, he blew her a kiss and left the hotel room.
“Maybe he went to rent a pirate costume.” She laughed at her own silliness.
She’d undressed and brushed her teeth, wondering where he’d gone. Getting into bed seemed wrong considering the roles they’d chosen, so she waited.
And waited.
The door clicked as the electronic lock released. Velvet watched the handle rotate, unconsciously holding her breath. Trevor stepped into the room and locked the door behind him. He held a bag with the hotel’s logo and the round ice bucket.
“I’m sorry to keep you waiting. My crew isn’t happy about this arrangement. I thought it wise to head off a mutiny. Now you can have my undivided attention.”
Fighting a smile, Velvet clutched the front of her robe together. “I want nothing from you, except my freedom.”
“That’s unfortunate. I want many things from you, and fully intend to have them, before I set you free.”
“I have no say in the matter?”
He walked past her and put the ice bucket on the nightstand. “You can say whatever you like. It won’t change what’s about to happen.”
“I’ll scream.”
“Probably. But if you scream too loudly, my crew might barge in and offer their assistance. Do you really want that?” With remarkable efficiency, he stripped down to his jeans and faced her across the bed. “Come here.”
“No.”
He lunged, catching her wrist before she could scurry away. “I only ask once. Then I take without asking.”
Toppling her backward across the bed, he came down on top of her. He made no effort to spare her his weight as he worked his knees between her legs. Velvet struggled as best she could, but his big body pinned her against the bed. With a few quick motions he opened her robe and gathered her wrists together, securing them with a silk necktie.
He’d gone down to the gift shop. What else did he have in the bag? She arched her neck, trying to see the other items, when he started laughing.
“What’s so funny?”
“There’s nothing to tie you to. The headboard is mounted to the wall.”
“We can pretend,” she suggested with a hesitant smile.
“I have a better idea.” He pulled a second necktie from the bag and blindfolded her with it. Lifting her hands above her head, he pressed them to the mattress. “If you move them from this spot, the game is over. I won’t touch you for the rest of the night.”
The thought alone held her hands in place. She needed his touch, craved the pleasure she knew would follow. Darkness surrounded her, accenting her other senses. The plastic bag rustled, and then silence. A cool current of air wafted across her skin. Her nipples tingled. What was he doing?
“Open your mouth.”
“Why?”
His fingers grasped her chin and pulled her mouth open. She heard the hiss of an aerosol can and then the intense taste of cinnamon burst across her tongue. He sprayed the breath mist twice more before releasing her chin. Swallowing and licking her lips, she savored the sweet taste.
The warning hiss sounded an instant before the spray coated her nipple. “That’s cold!” He sprayed her other nipple and trailed puffs across her abdomen.
The mattress shifted. She waited for the brush of his fingertips or the wet stroke of his tongue. Nothing happened. “Jack?”
“You have such a beautiful body. I’m deciding where to start.”
She listened, trying to determine where he was. Her skin hummed with anticipation, while her pussy ached, empty and needful. The breath mist hissed again, yet she didn’t feel it anywhere on her body. She grinned picturing some interesting places he may have sprayed it.
His warm mouth touched her cheek, the corner of her lips, and finally settled directly over hers. Cinnamon flavored his breath, his lips, his tongue. She opened, inviting him deeper. He thrust boldly, happy to oblige. Their tongues touched, slid, stroked. Velvet’s head swam as sensations rolled through her, intensified by the darkness.
He rubbed the tip of her breast, sending prickly sensations all through her torso. His fingers caught her other nipple and rolled it firmly. The contrast between feather-light teasing and nearly painful pressure made her moan into his open mouth.
Trailing hot kisses along her throat, he explored, traced the course of her pounding pulse. She arched her neck, encouraging the heat and the wet slide of his tongue against her skin. He continued to roll her nipples, working them into hard points. Then he sucked one forcefully, flicking it with his tongue.
She clutched the bedspread to keep from burying her fingers in his hair. The need to touch him nearly overwhelmed her. He suckled and licked, nibbled and stroked until she writhed beneath him.
