by Sophie Oak
“Get down there with her,” Jack barked.
Abby felt Sam kneel beside her. His eyes were down, but his hand found hers and gave her a reassuring squeeze.
“Are we done, Julian? I would like to take my subs upstairs. It’s time I had a little talk with them.”
Abby held her breath as Leo stepped forward. “I’m not done.” He stood in front of Jack, going toe to toe with him. “I’m the Dom in residence now, Master Jack. I know that used to be your job, but you’re a guest now. Had two subs caused the trouble yours did tonight, what would you have requested then?”
Abby watched Jack’s jaw tighten. “I would have immediately requested punishment. Julian would have wanted punishment for disrupting the scenes, but I would have requested punishment for the insult to me.”
Leo nodded. “They both will pay for abusing Master Julian’s trust. I want her to pay for the insult to me.”
The hand on the back of her neck tightened almost painfully, and Abby decided not to argue.
“What insult?”
Leo’s eyes skimmed over her. She watched from beneath her lashes. “She started everything. I was attempting to watch over Master Julian’s possession. She questioned my authority over Sally in public. She proceeded to ignore direct orders given to her for her own protection. Though the male is the one who fought, I understand and forgive his actions. He was protecting her. He’s your partner?”
There was not an ounce of condemnation in the Dom’s question. He was merely attempting to outline the relationship.
“We share our wife. But I am the head of the household.”
“Well, your wife is topping from the bottom,” Leo accused. “I can’t let the rest of the subs see her get away with it. Twenty tonight, over my knee, right now.”
Everything in Jack tensed. Abby could feel his panic. His voice was low, and she couldn’t stand the defeated sound of his reply. “We’ll be out of here in an hour. Julian, I’m sorry. Consider my membership revoked. Come along, Abby. Sam, I expect you to pack whatever you need and meet us in the lobby.”
“No!” Abby reached for his hand. Jack did business with the members of this club. It meant something to him. It was the whole reason she wanted to come here. She wanted to see this side of him. It had been the first place he’d called home. Now she would be the reason he lost it. Jack growled at her. She kept her head down, but she couldn’t keep quiet. “Please, Jack. Please don’t. I couldn’t live with it. I’ll do whatever he asks. I can handle it. Please don’t let this happen.”
His hand found her chin again, and his expression was softer now. “Abigail, he could hurt you.”
“Nothing will hurt me more than knowing I did this to you.” She could feel the tears streaming down her face. “Please?”
He forced her to look him straight in the eyes. His gaze was steady. “I will never allow another man to put his hands on you like that. Do you understand me? I don’t care what you’ve done or what their rules are. I only trust Sam. This relationship is between the three of us. I won’t let anyone else in, not even for a moment, no matter what it costs me. All right?”
Though it hurt her heart, she knew he wouldn’t move. She nodded.
“Leo, I wonder if you would indulge me.” Julian’s voice cut through Abby’s misery. “If Jackson administers the punishment, will you be satisfied? He is serious. He will leave and not come back rather than allow you to touch her. It will more than likely cost me a friendship I would prefer not to lose.”
The slight incline of the dungeon master’s head indicated his assent. “But I expect him to take this seriously. It’s obvious to me he has no control over his subs. He needs to reestablish control or allow them their freedom so they can find more appropriate masters.”
“How about you let me worry about my wife and my partner, and you keep your hands off of her.” Jack took a threatening step toward the other man. “Don’t think I don’t see the way you look at her. You don’t want to punish her. You want to get your hands on her. It’s not going to happen while I’m still breathing. Get me a chair.”
Jack hauled her up, and Abby let him. If this was what it took, she could handle it. Hell, a part of her was already soft and wet. Deep down it was what she had hoped for. She glanced around at the crowd of people watching while Jack was brought a chair. They were going to watch him spank her. She hadn’t really hoped for this part. She felt her skin flush as they watched her.
Julian and Leo seemed particularly interested, but Sally’s head was up, too. There was a strangely familiar face in the back. He had black, fashionably tousled hair and wore very trendy clothes. He was young, but he watched the scene before him with a fascination that was hard to miss. An older man in a suit, however, stood just behind the young man, and his disdain shone on his pinched face. It took Abby back to a time when she saw that look on a lot of people’s faces. She felt seventeen again, with the contempt of her hometown all around her. She’d been young and pregnant, and they’d called her a whore.
“Abigail.” Jack’s voice brought her back to reality. He sat on one of the office chairs from the horny ad execs scene. “Come here.”
She turned away from the man with the disgusted expression. The rest of the room didn’t seem shocked at what was about to happen. They were excited. A little thrill went through Abby. Screw the guy in the back. She wasn’t going to let people like that affect her anymore. She walked to Jack and let him pull her over his lap.
Her pussy was throbbing in anticipation. Her mouth went dry as Jack’s big hands stroked up her legs and began to push her skirt up. She was suddenly glad she’d fought Sam on her choice of underwear. He’d pushed for a thong, but she was eager to wear the cute silk bikinis that matched her corset. Now it would give her a bit of modesty.
“What the fuck?” Jack fingered the underwear. “Since when do I allow you to wear panties? Get me a knife.”
So much for modesty. She felt a little touch of metal as Jack cut the super-expensive underwear off her body. She watched them fall to the side.
“You’re just running wild aren’t you, baby?” She felt his erection poke at her belly. She would do just about anything to get to that hard cock. God, she’d missed him so much. Abby felt her eyes fill with tears. He’d been right there and yet so far away for the last couple of months. This was the first time she’d felt close to him in months, and it pierced her heart.
“Twenty,” she heard Leo say.
That was a mighty big number, but before she could protest, Jack’s hand came down on her ass, and she struggled to breathe. It had been a long time since she’d been spanked. She’d forgotten just how much it hurt at first.
Just as the pain was starting to bloom into something more, he struck again. He counted it out. Abby was grateful he wasn’t making her do it. She doubted she would have been able to. Her ass was on fire as he brought his hand down. He struck her right cheek and then her left. He moved down, striking her thighs, and then back up to the soft place where her cheeks met. Abby cried out, unable to hold it in any longer. She cried, and it wasn’t just about the pain. She’d held it in for so long. She’d been strong. God, she’d almost lost him to that bullet. It had been a close thing. She could still feel his blood on her hands as she worked to save him.
She could still lose him, Abby thought as the count hit seventeen. She didn’t care who was watching. She cried because she couldn’t not cry anymore.
“Twenty.” Jack was breathing heavily as he finished. He immediately flipped her over. He was careful with her tender ass. He placed her on his lap and pulled her close. “Don’t cry, baby. I’m so sorry. I won’t do it again. We don’t have to do this. Damn it, I knew I was too hard on you.”
She put her face close to his. He didn’t understand her at all. She pressed her lips against his. “I love you, Jack. I love you so much. I missed you. I missed this. This is part of us. Please don’t pull away again. We need you.”
Jack pulled back slightly, as th
ough trying to read her face. His deep green eyes studied her carefully. Whatever he saw there convinced him. His hands tangled in her hair. “I wasn’t trying to pull away, baby. I love you.” He tugged her close, and his lips sealed over hers. His tongue plunged into her mouth, devastating her with his dominance. He turned her in his arms, and she found herself straddling his lap, her wet pussy on display.
“Who does this belong to?” Jack’s arm was tightly around her waist, holding her up. The other hand slid in her juices, parting her labia. Everyone was watching, and Abby just felt herself cream. She felt Sam’s eyes on her. They were hot, and she could see the erection tenting his jeans. He smiled slightly at her, letting her know he was there with her always.
“You,” she breathed. “It belongs to you. You and Sam.”
“Damn fucking straight it does.” Jack thrust two fingers straight up her cunt. He stretched her, adding a third finger. It still wasn’t as big as his cock, but it was enough to make her feel tight and almost painfully full. Her head fell back against his shoulder as she gave over to him. This was what she’d missed, knowing that she could give him everything, and he would take care of her. “You come for me, Abigail Barnes. You come for me now.”
His knees spread her legs wide. She was completely on display as he fucked her with his fingers. The hand on her waist tightened around her as he picked up the pace.
His fingers curled up and scissored inside her. He brushed his thumb firmly against her clitoris, and Abby came apart. She rubbed herself against him, desperate to prolong the soaring feeling. It rushed across her every nerve ending and left her shaking. He kissed her again and then stood with her in his arms. His lips curled up softly as he looked at her.
“Are you all right, baby?”
Abby felt languid. She knew the smile she gave him was beyond decadent. She’d just come in front of a crowd and damned if she wasn’t willing to do it again. She nodded.
“I’ve been selfish, Abigail.” He softly kissed her hair. “I won’t be again.”
“Is the boss back?”
“The boss is back, baby,” Jack replied surely. “You’re in for a rough night.” He turned his attention to Master Leo, who stood silently watching them. Jack’s face became gloriously arrogant again. “Are you satisfied, Master Leo?”
“Not even close,” Leo muttered. “She’s beautiful, Master Jack. You’re a lucky man. I believe that scene makes up for the ones we lost.”
Jack turned to Sam, who was still on his knees. “Samuel, take our wife. I have something I need to take care of before we retire for the evening.”
Sam stood, and she was passed to him. His blue eyes gleamed as he looked down at her. Jack stared across the room, his face taking on a distinctly predatory expression. Abby followed his line of sight and noticed he was staring down the young man who seemed so familiar.
“Oh, my god.” Sam gawked at the man, slack jawed.
“What?”
“That’s gotta be Jack’s brother,” Sam said. “It’s like looking at Jack ten years ago. Well, if he’d dressed like a metro douche bag, that is.”
Lucas Cameron. Now she knew where she’d seen him. He was on some of the worst tabloids she bought at the supermarket for the kitsch value. She had a thing for ridiculous headlines. It was a guilty pleasure.
Jack didn’t look like he was pleased to see his baby brother. He stalked toward the young man. Lucas’s eyes widened, and he took a couple of steps back. It brought him in contact with the wall. Abby had the feeling Lucas would have run if he could, but Jack was quick. He wrapped a single hand around his brother’s throat and suddenly Lucas was dangling a good foot off the ground.
“Listen here, you little shit,” Jack ground out. “I’m not paying you a dime. You will keep your mouth shut. Do you want to know how I know you’ll keep your mouth shut? Because if you don’t, I will kill you. I will beat you to death, and then I’ll take your body apart with a chainsaw. I own a whole lot of land, boy. I’ll be burying your body parts all across it. They won’t ever find you, Lucas. You’ll disappear, and no one will know what happened except you and me. Do you understand me?”
“Yes,” Lucas managed. Abby sincerely hoped he didn’t pee himself.
“Good, now get back home and don’t bother me or mine again.” Jack let his quarry fall to the ground. “Samuel!” He barked the order and then walked out without looking back, certain his command would be followed.
Sam trotted after him, carrying Abigail all the way. Abby stared back at Lucas who looked a little bit lost. He didn’t seem scared. He seemed almost sad as he watched his brother walk away. He was shaking his head as though he should have known that would happen.
Abby watched his face fall as they left the playroom.
Chapter Ten
Jack’s hands were shaking slightly as he strode into the elevator that would take them back to the rooms. He wasn’t sure if anger or raging desire was going to win out. The truth of the matter was both felt really good. He’d been in a daze for so long, holding himself apart from everything, that the war of emotion flooding his body felt awesome. He felt alive for the first time in six damn months.
He felt Sam follow him into the elevator and wondered exactly how he should handle his partner. Abigail looked soft and sweet in Sam’s arms. She’d been thoroughly satisfied by the experience in the playroom. Jack had to wonder why he’d stopped playing with his wife. He’d pulled back because he was terrified of losing her. Though he’d played a little and shared her with Sam, he was afraid that if she saw the real Dom side of him, she would turn away in shock.
“Nothing shocks you, does it, baby?” His voice low as he remembered just how wet she got when he spanked her. What had he been thinking? He’d been viewing her as something fragile since that day she’d been attacked. Abby was far from fragile. She was a rock.
“I don’t know about that.” She seemed a little drunk on the experience. Jack was worried he might have created a monster. It was a good thing they hadn’t gotten kicked out of the club since it seemed like Abby would want to come back. “I was pretty shocked when Sally kissed me.”
Jack felt his eyebrows rise. He looked at Sam, who was smiling. “Sally kissed her?”
“Apparently she decided since she couldn’t get to me or you, she’d enjoy Abby instead,” Sam explained.
Jack focused on Sam, letting his wife’s brief foray into lesbianism go for a moment. He might have to have another talk with Sally. “You understand what Julian wants for tomorrow night?”
Sam’s face went blank. Jack couldn’t read it. It bothered him. Sam was almost always an open book. “I know.”
“Are you all right with that?”
The elevator door opened, and Sam plowed through. He set Abby on her feet, and there was concern in his wife’s hazel eyes. She tried to reach up and touch Sam, but he turned away, preferring to get the door to the suite open. Jack followed wondering exactly where Sam was going. The tension he’d felt in Sam for some time seemed to be ready to burst over. Jack knew suddenly that everything changed tonight.
“Samuel, I would like an answer,” Jack said. He realized his voice was deep and even. It was his Dom voice, but it felt right now. He rarely used it on Sam. Now seemed like the time to. He needed to get his house back in order. There was only one way to do that. He needed to smash through any barriers they put up to get at the heart of the problem.
Sam turned, and there was rage in his eyes. Jack was a little taken back by the depth of emotion on his partner’s face. “You want answers? Fine, Jack, I’ll give you an answer. I’m leaving. I’m sure as hell not letting you take a bull whip to my ass in front of a hundred people when every one of them knows I don’t belong to you. I don’t belong to anyone. I never have. Fuck this, Jack. I’m done following you. I’m done waiting for you to see what I need. You’re never…” He stopped suddenly, as though he couldn’t quite believe what he was saying. His face went slack and his cheeks stained with embarrassment. T
hen he shut down, his face going blank.
“Go on, Sam.” Jack held out a hand to stop Abby from interrupting. He knew what she would want. She would want to kiss Sam and make him feel better, but Sam needed this. Sam needed to make his stand. It was a long time coming, Jack could see that now. Jack carefully schooled his face. He didn’t want to give away what he was feeling. It might stop Sam.
Sam’s hands clenched into fists at his sides. His face was still slightly bloody from the earlier fight. “You can’t just walk in here after months of ignoring us and snap your fingers and expect us to fall in line like nothing ever happened.”
“Watch me.” Jack stood very still, watching his partner. Sam swallowed as though he had suddenly realized he was being stalked. It was good. Sam needed to realize Jack wasn’t about to let him go. Now that he was standing here, facing his oldest friend in the world, a few things occurred to Jack. His selfishness had hurt more than just Abigail. He should have given Sam what he needed a long time ago. He should have seen it. He probably had seen it, but it was easier to keep the relationship friendly. Love was messy, and Sam was far too important to lose. Now he could see how cowardly that had been.
Jack was steady and kept his eyes on Sam. “I’m sorry, Sam. I’ve neglected you for a long time. I’ve neglected Abigail, as well. But I’m back, and I’m not going anywhere. I’ve been stuck in a bad place. All I can say is I won’t do it again.”
Sam’s jaw clenched. He glanced at Abby. There was a dullness in his normally clear eyes that ate at Jack. He’d put that look there. “Good, I’m glad. You need to be there for Abby. You brought her into this lifestyle and then stopped taking care of her. It wasn’t fair.”
Abby sat silent on the big chaise that dominated the richly decorated room. Her hazel eyes looked worried as they flitted from man to man. Jack knew he’d created this chaos, and it was up to him to fix it.
“I haven’t been sleeping well, Sam.” He owed them an explanation. “I keep seeing that woman try to kill Abby over and over again. Every time I shut my eyes, I see it. I can hear the crack of the pistol.”
