by Zara Chase
After service on Sunday evening, Consuela and Marcel took off as soon as they’d cleaned up. They were spending the night in a romantic hotel somewhere in northern Spain. Hans left, too, presumably to spend quality time with his Italian friend.
“And then there were two,” Ty said, returning to the kitchen with a wicked glint in his eye, smelling of citrus soap and hot male. Smelling of sinful intent. He wrapped his arms around her from behind. “Don’t see any need for you to go back to your hotel tonight.”
She turned in his arms and threw her own around his neck. “Now that you come to mention it…Although I could use a shower first. You’re all clean whereas we worker bees get hot and sweaty in all our most important places.”
His rich chuckle was so suggestive that her nipples pebbled and her pussy woke up and paid close attention to proceedings. “Darlin’, with what I’ve got in mind for you for the next few hours, for the whole night come to that, you’d best get used to being all hot and flustered.”
“Care to give me any hints, Sir?” she asked with a flirtatious smile.
He wagged a finger beneath her nose. “Now where would be the fun in that?”
Jodie was wearing a short skirt. Ty’s hands disappeared beneath it and whipped her panties down her legs. She obediently stepped out of them and he put them in his pocket.
“Won’t be needing those again tonight.” He grinned as he spun her round so he was behind her again—his favorite place to be—and leaned in to nibble at her earlobe. “I’d like to fuck you right here and now, across that work surface because God knows I’ve spent enough time in here imagining doing precisely that this past week. But it’ll have to wait because I have a better idea. Come on.”
He grabbed her hand and took her through the lounge and down to the viewing gallery. The dungeon was quiet, and the only people in there whom she recognized were Ross and Darcy. They both looked up and waved to her. Well, Ross waved, but Darcy, trussed up like a chicken, didn’t have the use of her arms and could only smile and nod.
Jodie waved back tentatively, still finding it hard to act casually when confronted with such extreme and sometimes violent sexual spectacles. Being up here, watching and…well, doing some stuff with Ty was cool. But she didn’t think she’d ever be able to nonchalantly stroll into that dungeon stark naked and be the center of attention. Many of the people down there were total strangers to her, and that would freak her out. Ty hadn’t even suggested they go in there yet, but it could only be a matter of time before the subject reared its head. It was what he got off on. She’d always known that. What would she do when he started to push her? Don’t think about it. Live for the moment.
“Lean on the railing,” Ty ordered curtly.
Jodie brought her thoughts back to the here and now and did as he asked, knowing from his tone that this time he intended to take things further than them just touching each other up while watching the action. That was okay. Being up here didn’t seem so very bad because she didn’t have to make a grand entrance.
Ty pushed her skirt up around her waist, completely exposing her. Then his hand came down, hard and heavy, over her buttocks. She controlled her breathing like he’d taught her to, conscious of Ross and Darcy pausing with their own activities and smiling their encouragement. She felt proud of herself for not flinching, and it didn’t occur to her to be embarrassed.
“That’s my good girl,” Ty said, his soft words in direct opposition to the harshness of the spanking he was still rhythmically administering. Perhaps because they had an audience, she didn’t feel anything other than pleasure and was starting to understand why they all liked being watched so much. And yet the thought of being in the dungeon still terrified her. Go figure. “Your skin’s like satin. I love the smell and taste of your skin. Of all of you. Tell me what you want from me now, sugar.” He chuckled as he ran a finger through the juices trickling down her thighs. “Like I couldn’t guess.”
“Fuck me please, Sir.” Jodie trembled, forgetting all about where they were in her desperation. “Fuck me hard.”
“What, here?” She could hear the mock surprise in his voice. Of course she meant here, and he knew it.
“Yes, here. Now.” She wiggled her backside impatiently. “At once.”
“You sure?”
“She sounds pretty sure to me.”
Jodie gasped at the sound of someone else’s voice and looked over her shoulder. Leo had appeared from nowhere, fully clothed, and was leaning against the wall behind them, arms crossed over his chest, a teasing smile spreading across his face. He clearly didn’t plan on leaving anytime soon. Could Jodie let Ty fuck her in front of him? Her insecurities briefly resurfaced but were countermanded by pure, unadulterated passion. These guys didn’t make a big deal out of sex. She wouldn’t either.
“I’m sure, Sir.”
She heard the sound of Ty unsnapping his jeans and then unzipping. Then, glory be, the feel of his hard cock sliding down the crack between her buttocks. He hadn’t fucked her arse yet, but she knew he would want to cross that boundary soon. But, please, not here. The first time needed to be in private, just in case she couldn’t go through with it. As though sensing her fears, he leaned over and whispered in her ear.
“Just trust me, sweet thing.”
She nodded. “I do.”
“Spread your legs for me and stick that lovely ass out a bit further. It’s a criminal offence to hide it from view.” He placed his hands on her hips and positioned her just where he wanted her to be. Leo would be getting an up-close view of her moist cunt now, but she was too steamed up to care. “Okay, babe, let’s do this. Seems to me you’ve got a pretty bad need for it. Throw me a ball gag from that closet, buddy.”
A ball gag?
“I’ve wanted to see you in one of these while I fuck you senseless ever since we first got it on. Open your mouth for me, sugar.”
Jodie swallowed down a fresh rush of uncertainty as she glanced over her shoulder at him and was riveted by copper eyes that shimmered with hot intentions. This meant a lot to him. She couldn’t disappoint him, especially not in front of Leo.
She opened her mouth.
“Oh yeah!” he said when he’d fixed it in place. She was vaguely aware of a camera flash. Ye gods, were their activities being recorded? “We could use a blindfold here, as well.”
Jodie’s world went dark and she was now completely at Ty’s mercy. But, in actual fact, it helped not being able to see who was looking at her, especially when Ty whipped her top over her head, unfastened her bra, and threw it aside. Apart from her skirt, scrunched around her waist, she was now completely naked. No, not naked. She felt a collar being attached around her neck and the now familiar sensation as clamps were attached to her nipples.
“That’s way better,” Ty said with satisfaction.
“Looking pretty damned hot,” she heard Leo reply, ridiculously pleased to hear the approval in his voice.
And then Ty was parting her folds and pounding into her, filling her to capacity as he rammed himself all the way home. “Hold the railing real tight, darlin’. This is gonna get rough.”
Jodie had never felt sexier in her whole life. She no longer cared about her excess weight, the fact that she was being watched, or that she was wearing a kinky gag and clamps. All she could focus on was the feel of Ty’s cock agitating the sensitive walls of her cunt. It seemed bigger than ever before, perhaps because they were in the viewing gallery, and like an actor on stage, audience approval enhanced his performance. She could hear the sound of more voices. Others had come to watch the show. Let them! Jodie pushed back against the pressure of Ty’s increasingly hard and deep thrusts, conscious of him circling his hips as he filled her with his growing need.
“Yeah, that’s what you want, you sexy witch. You can’t get enough of it.” He tugged on the back of the collar, increasing the pressure on her clamped nipples. Her cries of pleasure were masked by the gag but still audible. “Come on, sweetheart, let’s do thi
s together. You’ve got quite an audience. Let’s give them a good show.”
She wanted to voice her disapproval when he withdrew from her completely, but the gag prevented it and all that was audible was a pathetic mewling. Before she could figure out why he’d stopped, what she’d done to displease him, she felt something hard and sharp come down over her buttocks. A switch, she thought, as she tensed against it, then remembered to control her breathing and allow the endorphins running riot in her body to do their thing.
Ty had used a switch on her the night before in his rooms, but not this hard. As she relaxed into the punishment she felt only pleasure and whimpered behind her gag as he continued to chastise her. She knew he got as much out of spanking or whipping her as she’d learned to extract from such punishments, and was glad she had that sort of reverse power over him. His cock would be jerking and twitching, his breathing would be ragged, his body bathed in perspiration, his heart racing. He’d be totally in the zone and enjoying every minute of it.
He entered her again and really got down to business, clutching her hips tightly and pounding into her like a man with orders backing up. Except, in this situation, she was his only customer.
It was like nothing she’d known before and she simply couldn’t hold it anymore. Ty had been trying to teach her restraint, with limited success, but this situation—the audience, her finding the courage to expose her nakedness to general scrutiny, Ty’s extraordinary size—all combined to push her over the edge. Unable to express herself with her usual verbosity, she clung to his cock on its next raid by tightening the muscles in her vagina around it and whimpering pathetically. Ty would have got the message and hopefully have mercy on her.
“Yeah, baby!” he cried, as her entire body was rocked by a series of mini-earthquakes and went into total meltdown. He followed her over the edge, panting and pulsating as he shot himself into her.
She felt the heat of his body against her back as he took a moment to regain his breath. Then he slowly withdrew from her, removed the gag and blindfold, then the clamps before helping her to straighten up. She blinked to clear her vision, surprised to see just how many people were now in the gallery, which echoed with a round of applause. It was Darcy with the camera in hand and she was still clicking away. She wasn’t sure how she felt about her activities being recorded in digital 3-D but figured no one outside of Hadleigh’s would ever see them, so what did it matter?
“Take a bow, darlin’,” Ty said, chuckling as he grabbed her hand and led by example.
Laughing with the reckless abandon of the recently satiated, Jodie did as she was told.
Chapter Ten
“Come on, sweetheart, we’ll get ourselves cleaned up upstairs.”
“Welcome to our world,” said Sabine, Rick’s partner, smiling at Jodie and touching her hand. Ty appreciated the gesture, figuring that Jodie was probably feeling a little—make that a lot—self-conscious now she’d come down from the rarefied sexual stratosphere he’d transported her to and landed back on Mother Earth.
“Thanks. I think.”
Several others said the same thing to her as a path was cleared for them and Ty led her from the gallery. He cast frequent glances at her, anxious to assure himself that she wasn’t having second thoughts about the stuff they did, even though he knew she enjoyed it. The problem was, she had hang-ups about her body image and showing herself off in the dungeon. That’s why he hadn’t pushed her into going in there yet. He hadn’t expected such a large audience on the gallery either, but the blindfold and gag and the not insignificant fact that she was creaming her nonexistent panties in her desperation to be fucked had sent those concerns off on vacation.
Hell, she’d been hot! Fully into what they were doing. Ty felt himself getting hard again just thinking about the way she’d performed for him. The way she’d taken to that switching like an old hand.
“I was real proud of you, darlin’,” he said as they reached his rooms. “You had every man on that gallery hard as a rock just from watching you.”
She blinked. “I did?”
“Don’t sound so surprised,” he said. “Why wouldn’t you? You’re sizzling hot.”
“Yes, but…well, naked women being fucked is nothing new to any of them.”
“Oh, baby, you have so much to learn.” He shook his head as he led her into the bathroom and peeled her wrinkled skirt off.
Ty soaped her body with infinite tenderness. She leaned back against the wall, eyes closed as the water pounded down on her and the sponge in Ty’s hand work its way into every crevice.
“I think I’m squeaky-clean now,” she said in a sleepy voice.
“You know better than that. I never do anything by halves. Mediocrity isn’t in my DNA.”
“Hmm, that must be what makes you such a good chef.”
He waggled his brows at her, even though her eyes were still closed so she didn’t see the gesture. “Cooking isn’t my only talent.”
“You don’t need to tell me that. You’re preaching to the converted, but if you’re fishing for compliments, you’re out of luck.”
“Is that right.” Ty shut off the water. “Okay, that ought to do it.”
He fetched a large towel, wrapped her in it, and carried her to the bed.
“Sleep,” he ordered as he laid her on it. “You look beat.”
“Hmm,” she said again, apparently incapable of stringing more than a few coherent words together. “Sleep with me.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Eyes closed, she reached for him. He wrapped her in his arms. She rested her head on his chest and was asleep in seconds. The poor baby really was exhausted. He’d worked her hard in the kitchen and harder still in his bed. She deserved a little downtime. Ty was tired, too, but sleep eluded him. He ran his fingers lightly through Jodie’s hair spread across his chest, watching her as she slept, still astonished at the potency of her healing qualities. He’d known her for one short week and already the devastating pain of loss he’d been living with for five long years was receding. Perhaps because Jodie had known and loved Flavia as well. They shared a unique connection that was helping him to find the daylight at the end of a dark, lonely tunnel.
Or perhaps because speaking with someone who’d known Flavia, he was able to be honest about her failings. Ty would be the first to admit that he’d put her on a pedestal since her untimely demise. He had always known that she had weaknesses and an addictive personality, but was so disgusted with his own inability to protect her that he’d placed all the blame on himself. But he was now ready to embrace the possibility that her addiction to hard drugs wasn’t his fault. He’d done everything within his power to stop her from using, short of carting her off to detox. And detox only worked if the addict wanted to get clean. Cutting himself some slack in that regard was liberating, like a leaden weight had been lifted from his heart.
It would also make it easier to face Padron’s private party tomorrow. He wouldn’t hide in the kitchen, of course. Some masochistic tendency would make him put in an appearance once the food had been served, just to keep his anger fueled and Flavia’s memory alive. He always introduced himself to the patrons in the restaurant on a normal night, so it would be expected of him at a private function. Belikov had never given him any reason to suppose he knew who he was and probably wasn’t aware of his relationship with Flavia.
He and Jodie hadn’t once discussed the party since Ty had told Leo he’d do it, other than to agree the menu and what aspects of it would fall to her to take care of. They’d had plenty of other things to occupy their limited free time, but Ty also knew he’d been ducking the issue. Jodie’s determination that Ty should cater the party concerned him, although he couldn’t have said why. It wasn’t as though Jodie could walk up to Belikov, introduce herself, and ask him sweetly if he’d ordered the murder of her best friend.
Even so, he didn’t like the thought of her going anywhere near the creep. He’d take one look at her and see the same things in
her that Ty had seen the first time they met. The only difference was, Belikov was used to taking what he wanted. Although Flavia insisted she’d never cheated on him, he was pretty sure Belikov had had her. An addict would do pretty much anything for a free fix.
Ty ground his jaw as he revisited the thought that had tormented him for too long. Well, history wasn’t going to repeat itself. No way would Belikov get his grubby hands on Jodie as well. Ty would have to make sure that she was the one to stay locked away in the kitchen.
Jodie didn’t move a muscle for over two hours. Ty dozed on and off, but mostly he watched her sleep and counted his good fortune at having her come into his life and make him realize it was worth living again.
“You’re staring at me.”
“Didn’t realize you were awake.” Ty ran the fingers of one hand lightly down her face. “Anyway, you can’t blame me for staring. You’re well worth staring at.”
She squirmed in his arms, looking warm, mussed from sleep, and totally adorable. “How long have I been asleep?”
“A couple of hours.”
“Hell, what a waste of time.”
“Not from my perspective. I like watching you sleep. I’ve never had the opportunity before, but tonight I get to watch you for the entire night if I want to.”
“Sounds like that view could get repetitive.”
He grinned. “I like the view just fine.”
“Not planning to get any sleep yourself?” She hauled herself up onto one elbow and pushed the tangled mess of her hair away from her eyes. “Hey, you don’t snore, do you?”
“Never had any complaints so far.”
“Good to know,” she replied, looking miffed.
“You asked, baby.”
“My mistake.”
“You hungry?” he asked. “Can I fix you something?”
“All I’m hungry for is you,” she replied, reaching out to dance the fingers of one hand down his chest.
