by Ashe Barker, Katy Swann, Rosalie Stanton, Lucy Felthouse, Anarie Brady, Rose C. Carole
I pushed back a wave of anger that threatened to engulf me. Jet Whitely lived a life of luxury on the profits of drugs that devastated people’s lives. No matter how attracted I was to him, I couldn’t allow my feelings to stand in the way of justice. I had to stop him.
As I neared Jet’s yacht, I forced myself to take a couple of deep breaths to calm down. The last thing I needed was to put him on guard because he sensed my tension. I moved my focus to the soothing sound of water lapping against the moored boats while seagulls screeched above. By the time I reached the man guarding the foot of the gangway, I had managed to get my emotions under control.
“Good evening, Miss Jenkins,” he said with cool civility. “Mr. Simmons will escort you to the dining room.” He nodded toward the top of the bobbing walkway where Roger, the security thug, waited with folded arms and a grim expression.
“Thank you,” I said sweetly and stepped onto the gangway. “Hi, Roger, nice to see you again.”
Roger scowled then turned and stalked over to a doorway. I stuck my tongue out behind his back as I followed. I soon forgot about him, though, when I came face to face with Jet again. My stomach flipped as his gaze reached deep inside me and flooded me with warmth.
“Hello, Sami. Welcome back on board.” He took my hand, lifted it to his lips then kissed it.
“Thank you,” I managed to reply, stunned at the way my skin tingled at his touch.
Jet was dressed more casually tonight, but still managed to look stylish in black jeans and a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up. I was glad I’d worn the red dress in the end. I needed all the help I could get tonight and the low-cut neckline showed just enough flesh to do the job.
“Would you like a glass of champagne?”
“Yes, please,” I replied, trying not to sound as nervous as I felt. His relaxed and friendly manner was unnerving. It was more than likely a deliberate ploy to put me on edge.
As he popped the cork, I glanced around the dining room, where a table had been laid for two. A vase filled with dark red roses stood in the center between candles and crystal wine glasses. Someone had gone to a lot of trouble, probably one of Jet’s many staff, paid for with his dirty money.
He handed me a glass filled with the sparkling wine. “Cheers. You look lovely, by the way.”
“Cheers,” I nodded, ignoring the compliment. I wasn’t falling for the charm, no way.
“I’ve had my chef prepare some freshly caught lobster. You do like lobster, I take it?”
I took a sip of the champagne. It was time for devious tactic number one. “I love it,” I murmured, smiling seductively over the rim of my glass. I licked my lips then took another sip, deliberately allowing a drop to spill down my chin. “Oops,” I giggled.
Before I knew what was happening Jet pulled me into his arms, flicked his tongue over my chin then thrust it deep into my mouth. His kiss was hard, demanding, and I couldn’t help responding. Wow, I’d had no idea such unsubtle flirting actually worked. Or perhaps it hadn’t? Maybe he was playing his own games? Whatever the reason, I was more than happy to go along with it.
When he released me my lips felt deliciously bruised. He took a handful of my hair and gently tugged so my head was tilted backward. “If you keep licking your lips at me like that, you might just get more than you bargained for.”
I grinned up at him. “And if you keep kissing me like that you might just get to spank me again.”
He laughed and released my hair. “I’m going to enjoy torturing you later. But first, let’s eat. Sit down.”
My stomach flipped. Was that a threat? Or maybe it was a sexy promise? I mustn’t allow myself to get too caught up in the game. After all, I was there to do a job. The idea of being tortured by Jet did strange things to me, though. Who said you shouldn’t mix business with pleasure? That was assuming that it was safe, sane and consensual, of course.
We sat in silence as a waiter served our lobsters, with fries and salad on the side. I’d never eaten a whole lobster before. How the hell was I supposed to tackle it while looking sexy and confident at the same time?
When the waiter had topped up our glasses he discreetly disappeared, leaving me alone with Jet. Butterflies tickled my stomach, but I wasn’t entirely sure if it was because I was excited or because I was nervous. I took another sip of my drink to calm myself.
“How’s your bottom?” He grinned as my face reddened.
“Fine.”
“You took your punishment well, like a true submissive. How long have you been going to Club Deviant?” he asked, pulling a leg off his lobster.
“About two years now,” I replied as I copied him. “It’s my favorite club because it’s more play-orientated than the trendier ones. How long have you known Mickey?” I picked up something that resembled a nutcracker and waited to see what Jet did with his.
“I’ve known Mickey for years,” Jet said as he cracked the shell. “I met him through a joint business venture.”
My heart sank. I really liked Mickey. He was a good Dom and always made sure everybody played safely in his club. But if he did business with the likes of Jet Whitely, was he dealing drugs too?
“How come I’ve never seen you at Deviant before last month?” I asked, hoping I didn’t sound too inquisitive.
“I prefer to play in private. I host invite-only play parties here on my yacht. I don’t like publicity so I’m careful to keep the press away.”
Jet didn’t take his eyes off me as he spoke. Did he know? He had an uncanny way of making me feel like he could read my mind.
“As you discovered for yourself,” he continued, “I have a pretty good playroom here on board, so I don’t need to go to clubs.”
“So why were you at Club Deviant the night I met you?”
Jet smiled, but I didn’t miss the shadow that flashed through his eyes for a split second. “Business. So have you got a boyfriend? Dom?”
Why did he want to know that? Did he want to check that I wouldn’t be missed if something should happen to me? It probably wasn’t a good idea to let him know that I was single and didn’t have a Dom to look out for me, so I just shrugged. “Maybe.”
He didn’t persist, just continued eating while watching me struggle with my food. “How’s your lobster?”
“Lovely, thanks. How long were you in the Air Force?” I asked as I picked at a claw with a funny little fork thing.
“Nearly fifteen years.” He smiled and his whole face came alive. “Best years of my life.”
“What did you do?”
“I flew the Typhoon.”
“Is that one of those really noisy planes?” I already knew the answer to that, I’d done my research, but he wouldn’t know that.
Jet nodded. “You could say that. So what’s the name of the publication you work for?”
“Celebrity Highlife.”
“I’ve never heard of it.”
“It’s a new magazine, we’re still trying to make a name for ourselves. What did you do when you left the forces?”
Jet put his fork down and frowned at me. “As a celebrity journalist I would have thought you already know that.”
“Oh, yes, I just wanted to hear you talk about it, that’s all.” Shit, I might need to move to tactic number two before he susses me out.
“Is this an interview?” he asked, sitting back in his chair. He folded his arms across his chest and glared at me.
I picked up my glass and took a large mouthful. “Of course not.” Suddenly, my plan for seducing him dried up. For some odd reason I didn’t want to lie to him anymore. Despite myself, I was drawn to him in a way I didn’t understand.
Jet reached across the table and took my hand. “Who are you?” he asked softly.
“Just Sami,” I replied as our eyes locked. I was mesmerized by the connection that fizzed between us, the power he held over me. He made me want to trust him even though I knew I mustn’t.
“I want to take you to my playroom, tie you up and flo
g you into subspace. Then I want to fuck you senseless,” he said, squeezing my hand.
His eyes radiated both warmth and power, urging me to surrender to him. I couldn’t snap out of the spell he had over me.
“I’d like that very much.” It was true. I wanted him more than I had ever wanted anything or anyone. I was losing the game. His tactics were winning and I knew I was screwed.
Chapter Four
We didn’t speak as Jet led me across the atrium-style room. Just as well, as it gave me a moment to gather my thoughts. I knew I should leave. He had probably worked out what I was trying to do and really was going to torture me. But while I was there, I still had a chance to succeed in my mission, so I had to stay if I was to get that evidence I needed. I just wished I wasn’t so bloody attracted to him. Maybe I could use this connection we seemed to have to my advantage. That really would be devious, but what else could I do? If I could get him to trust me enough to let his guard down…
“Go into the playroom, strip, then wait for me on your knees.”
I snapped out of my thoughts in an instant. We were in his office. I hadn’t even noticed that we’d entered it.
“Yes, Sir,” I murmured and slipped through the door.
I glanced quickly around as I started to undress. How long would he be? Would he leave anything incriminating in here? I shook my head. Of course he wouldn’t. If he did suspect me of anything, there was no way he’d let me in here on my own. Unless he didn’t intend to let me leave. No, my gut instinct told me that, whatever Jet was, he wouldn’t hurt me. I would play along for now and keep an eye open at the same time. And anyway, I wanted Jet’s discipline—and his body. I shivered as I slipped out of my dress. I was far more excited than I should be.
I had just managed to lower myself to the floor and settle onto my knees with my hands behind my back and head lowered when Jet entered the playroom. I sneaked a peek at him and swallowed when I saw he had taken his shirt off, but kept his jeans on. He looked gorgeous—toned and with a deep tan.
“Good girl,” he said as he approached me. “You look beautiful.”
He placed his hand on top of my head and I sighed. All the stress of my deception started to drain away, leaving me free to enjoy my surrender.
“Stand up.”
When I was on my feet again he led me to the St. Andrew’s cross and had me stand facing it. Without speaking, he tied my wrists to the top arms of the cross and my ankles to the lower corners. I was helpless. Suddenly, a knot of apprehension tightened in my belly. What the hell was I doing? Jet had me where he wanted me and there was nothing I could do about it. I tugged on the restraints as panic gripped me. How could I have let this man tie me up?
“Shh,” soothed Jet as he stroked my hair. He took a handful into his fist and pulled my head back by it, then said, “I promise that I won’t harm you. Trust me.”
Trust him? Well, I didn’t have much choice now. But despite my dangerous predicament, and against my better judgment, I did believe him.
“I’ll untie you right now if you ask me to,” he assured me. “Just say the word.”
I could have left right then, with or without my evidence, which suddenly didn’t seem important anymore. Instead, I whispered, “No, I’m fine.” Was I crazy?
“Good girl.” He kissed my shoulder lightly. “I won’t blindfold you. That way you can enjoy the view while I whip you.”
For the first time that evening I truly noticed my surroundings. I was facing the huge window looking out to sea. Small yachts bobbed nearby in the silvery water and Brownsea Island was a mere silhouette in the distance as the moon lit the dark sky. I closed my eyes. I didn’t want any distractions.
Jet rubbed my shoulders. “Relax,” he soothed. “This isn’t a punishment. I promise you’ll enjoy this. As I don’t know your reactions yet I’ll expect you to use your safe word if you need me to stop. Do you understand?”
The firm tone of command in his voice weakened my knees. I had always been a sucker for a Dom with a commanding voice. “Yes, Sir,” I replied, as steadily as I could.
Jet started lightly by flicking a soft suede flogger evenly over my buttocks and back. The impacts massaged my tension away, slowly warming my skin and preparing me for more. The next flogger was also suede, but heavier, and landed with a delicious thud. He struck my buttocks with firm, even strokes, gradually increasing the force. The tails caressed my skin, sending currents of pleasure zinging through my entire body. When he moved up to my upper back and shoulders I moaned out loud with bliss. It had been a long time since anyone had flogged me with such expertise.
The pain built slowly, becoming more intense as he hit harder and harder, and still I wanted more. Although my ass felt like it was on fire now, I welcomed each blow as the heat seeped through my skin and reached inside me. I took a deep breath and let my head drop forward. I was nearing that special place where everything became fuzzy and magical.
Then, suddenly, something snapped against my ass, stinging like a bee. It was a singletail whip. I was normally a bit of a wuss when it came to singletails, but this one was incredible. The tip flicked across the surface of my skin, kissing it then leaving a sharp burn in its wake. I was floating now, almost delirious with joy. Nothing mattered except for the pain that Jet was giving me.
He whipped me for what must have been quite a while, but I was oblivious of time passing until he started to lessen the force. Gradually he slowed until he stopped altogether. I moaned. No, don’t stop.
I became aware of Jet releasing me from the cross, but seemed unable to stand on my own legs. I collapsed into his arms and smiled up at him as he carried me across the room. His eyes met mine and our gazes stayed locked until he reached the chair. Warmth sizzled between us like sparks from a live electrical wire. I had secretly fantasized for a long time about having a Dom who was my Master. Jet was the only person I’d ever met who might live up to that role.
“Sit on my lap,” he said softly as he lowered himself into the seat then maneuvered me so that I was cuddled up against him.
I felt protected, cared for, as he held me while gently running the tips of his fingers up and down my back. The irony wasn’t lost on me. How could I feel so safe and contented when my life could possibly be in danger?
Jet reached over to a small table next to his chair then brought something to my lips. “Close your eyes and open your mouth,” he ordered.
A rush of heat surged to my pussy at his words. I’d happily suck his cock right now. If he told me to get on the floor and give him a blow job I wouldn’t hesitate. I closed my eyes then parted my lips and waited for the order to slide off his lap. Instead he popped something onto my tongue. Mmm, chocolate. I giggled as I savored the rich, creamy texture.
“I know what you’re thinking, you naughty girl.” He chuckled and popped another chocolate into my mouth.
When I eaten about five chocolates, he held a water bottle to my lips while I drank from it. Every now and again droplets of the chilled liquid ran down my chin and onto my chest. Jet placed the bottle down when I’d had enough then gently rubbed the water over my breasts, paying particular attention to my nipples.
“Are you ready for more?” he whispered into my ear.
His breath tickled my lobe and I shivered. “Yes, Sir.”
He helped me up then led me to the middle of the playroom and placed me under the mechanical hoist. He secured my wrists in the thick leather cuffs that dangled on chains from the ceiling, then pressed a button. The hoist made a whirring sound as it pulled me onto my tiptoes. Bloody hell, I’d be hanging freely if he raised me more. Mercifully, he stopped just when I thought I’d lose my footing. I was more vulnerable like this than I had been on the cross. I had no control whatsoever and there really was no escape. My heart thumped heavily as I watched him stride over to a wooden box.
Jet took out a blindfold then returned to me and placed it over my eyes. “This time I don’t want you to see anything,” he murmured.
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I could tell by his footsteps that he had gone back to the box, then the sounds of rummaging and metal clinking alerted me to the fact that he was picking his implements of torture. A light film of sweat broke out over my body. What was he going to do to me?
When his lips closed over one of my nipples I sighed as he sucked it to a hard peak. I already knew what was coming next. Cold, hard metal clamps bit down on the swollen nub, causing a surge of fire to shoot through my breast. Clover clamps. Fuck! He attached the other one then tugged on a chain connecting the two clamps. The pressure on my nipples increased and I screamed as agony gripped me.
“Go with the pain, Sami,” said Jet, reassuringly. “How does it feel to know that you are powerless? I can do anything I want to you and there’s nothing you can do about it.”
Moisture pooled between my legs. I shouldn’t be so aroused by his words. What if he meant me harm?
“Except use your safe word, of course.” He chuckled.
Relief flooded me. I wasn’t perhaps the wisest person in the world to get myself into this situation. If he really had intended to hurt me I would have been screwed. Suddenly his lips smashed against mine as he kissed me. He invaded my mouth with his tongue as he grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled hard. I whimpered as my arousal soared. This was one of my favorite things. Finally, he moved away and let go, but I didn’t have respite for long, as he tugged on the chain of the clamps, again sending fresh spears of pain shooting through my breasts.
“I got the impression before that you wanted to suck my cock. Am I right?”
My heart leaped with excitement. “Yes, Sir.”
He let go of the chain, then the whirring noise resumed and my arms were lowered, allowing blood to circulate back into them. The hoist continued going down until the chains became slack and still it carried on.
“Get on your knees,” he growled.
The chains were loose enough now that I could sink to the floor without too much discomfort. Once I was settled there, the motor started again and the chains became taut again as they pulled my arms up. When I was stretched as far as I could go without being raised off my knees, he stopped. I was just as helpless as before, only this time my mouth must have been pretty close to his crotch.
