by Lynn Lorenz
“Is it my fault someone broke into our house and hid all of my Master’s paddles, and crops, and floggers? It’s not like I did it or anything.” Minx shrugged. Rhea raised wide eyes at Alec over Minx’s head, who glared at the back of his sub’s head.
“Oh, Minx, tell me you didn’t.” Rhea swallowed the laugh that almost escaped.
“Are you mad?” Both women turned to Jones at the question. He still stared at the little sub, but now he looked at her like she had grown horns.
“Not yet, but if I don’t get my prize soon I will be.” Minx frowned at him. Rhea swallowed another laugh.
“Your prize?” Jones asked but the other woman ignored him. Rhea stilled, and leaned to the side, watching the pair.
“Mistress, please help me, you know how grateful I can be.” Minx spoke softly as she moved forward to place a gentle kiss against the exposed column of Rhea's throat. Usually Rhea would have set the woman back on her heels, but she heard Jones suck his breath in through clenched teeth. A little Devil whispered in her ear that he still needed to be properly punished for earlier, so she allowed Minx to rain soft butterfly kisses down her neck to the swell of her breast at the top of her bustier.
“Please make him give me my prize, Mistress, and I’ll give you whatever you want.” The sub promised as she continued to kiss Rhea’s neck.
“Minx, you and your talented little mouth will have to try harder than that if you want me to get between you and your master.” Rhea laughed softly as she brushed the other woman’s blond hair out of the way, so Jones could see her, and what she did, better. She let it torture him; punish him in a way Rhea never thought to use on him before.
Rhea could see he was equal parts turned on and furious this other sub dared to touch his mistress without instruction.
His mistress? She hadn’t realized she still considered herself exactly that. His mistress, not just a Mistress for the night. But a more permanent fixture in his life. She couldn’t think like that, not now, not after everything she’d been through because of him. Rhea shook herself out of her thoughts, and focused on the sub at her feet.
A look over Minx’s shoulder had Rhea smiling. As she watched, Alec’s chin dropped to his chest with angry frustration, before he started toward them with intent.
“Mistress knows how talented I can be with my mouth; if she would help me I can assure the Mistress that she would be very pleased,” Minx promised.
“Minx!” Alec arrived, took hold of the sub's arm, and pulled her to her feet. “Were you asked to touch Mistress R?” he demanded.
“See how mean he is to me!” Minx huffed at Rhea. Rhea stayed Jones with a hand on his shoulder.
“I understand Minx has been living up to her name again, Alec.” Rhea smiled as she ran her hand down the back of Jones’ head, stroking him, and calming him without realizing she was doing it.
“Yes she has, and if she thinks for a second that she can have you change my mind, then I guess she needs to be punished some more.” Alec growled into his sub's face.
“See! Will no one save me?” Minx pleaded dramatically.
“You are insane, you know that?” Jones spoke finally.
Alec pulled Minx tight into his body as he looked over at Jones, who still sat back on his heels.
“Who is your new toy, Rhea?” Alec enquired as he cast an assessing glance down Jones’ body.
“An old friend.” Rhea said with a nonchalant shrug.
“Well, perhaps you should teach him to only speak when spoken to.” Alec snapped. Rhea’s eyes narrowed at the other Dom.
“Perhaps you should teach your Minx to only touch when invited to.” Rhea countered. Alec let out a frustrated sigh.
“If I was able to do that I’d be a miracle worker.”
“Yes, well. It seems you are withholding her prize. Might I suggest that you take her somewhere, and show her exactly what you can do with it?” Rhea shrugged.
“Yes please!” Minx clapped her hands.
“She hid my toys.” Alec growled
“Mmmm, she did. I wonder why?” Rhea asked as she tipped her head to the side, staring with open interest at the couple.
“Why?” Alex asked. Rhea groaned to herself. Save me from simple men.
“Yes, why would your sub hide your toys when we both know, in very intimate detail, how much she enjoys those toys?” She felt Jones tense under her hand as she continued to stroke him.
Alec frowned down at Minx. With a sharp nod at Rhea, he dragged his sub off to a dark corner of the club.
Rhea watched them go before turning back to Jones. With an evil little smile, she leaned close so she could whisper into his ear.
“I am very much a straight woman, boy, don’t worry that hasn’t changed, but I do know how very talented Minx can be with her mouth. She can work magic with that tongue of hers.” She shivered delicately against his shoulder and was rewarded as he swallowed hard and started to pant.
“Yes,” she continued to speak directly into his ear, keeping their conversation secret, just between them. “Last year on my birthday, Master Alec presented me with his little Minx for the evening. I very much enjoyed her company.” Rhea ran her hand over Jones’ shoulder, down his chest until she could slip her hand into his trousers to cup his arousal.
“I just bet you can imagine all the things a talented little sub can do, can’t you?” He groaned and grew in her hand. “Yes I can feel you can.” Rhea started to stroke his cock with slow delicate determination. “Shall I tell you exactly what she did?”
He groaned deeply again, growling so low in his chest, it vibrated against her arm.
“I can’t hear you, boy,” she said, with a nip to his ear.
“Yes, Mistress, please tell me what Minx did,” he panted.
“Well, since you asked so nicely I will tell you.” Without saying anything more, Rhea took her hand out of his trousers and stood. “I suggest you follow me, boy.”
She didn’t turn to see if he did indeed follow. She walked back toward the room she’d left earlier. As she passed by she could see Minx with her face in Alec’s lap. His trousers were open and he had a hand on the back of her head as she bobbed over his cock. Apparently Minx got her prize after all.
Chapter 5
Jones was trying everything he could think of to keep from coming. After they returned to her play room, Rhea told him to get naked, and had taken a seat in a chair. With a snap of her fingers she had him on his knees in front of her.
Now she was bathing his nipple with her tongue as she stroked his already painfully hard cock with slow, mean movements. He didn’t move; kept his fingers laced behind him at the base of his spine, letting her do what she wanted, however she wanted.
“Master Alec made her crawl across the floor to me,” she spoke against his chest. “He is a very considerate Dom; he stayed and watched the whole time.” Jones tensed, the thought that the Dom had been anywhere near his Mistress not sitting well with him at all.
“Then she asked me so nicely to spread my thighs for her. I couldn’t refuse such a sweet request.” Jones started to pray to each and every god he had ever heard of for some control. It had been too long since he’d been pushed like this.
“She kissed her way up the inside of my thigh until she was close enough that her talented little tongue could reach out and flick against my clit. Mmmm, it felt so good.” A fine a sweat broke out over his body. Yep, he was going to die.
With a none-too-gentle push, Rhea had him flat on his back. Jones watched her reach in to a chest drawer next to her and pulled out a silver packet. Thank you!
“But not as good as when she speared that tongue into me, sliding in and out, over and over.” She didn’t stop speaking as she tore open the condom. “Hands over your head, boy,” she instructed as she slid the protection into place. Jones slammed his arms over his head and took hold of the bottom of the bed. He just knew he was about to have the ride of his life and the bed would be the only thing that would h
old him together.
“You remember the rules?”
“Yes, Mistress.” Jones spoke around panting breaths.
“Tell me,” she ran her hand down the length of his body.
“Don’t touch unless told to. Don’t move unless told to. Don’t speak unless told to, and don’t come until told to.” He repeated the rules she’d used with him when they’d been younger.
She straddled his hips and smiled down at him while rolling the condom into place with a tortuous stroke of her hand before she lowered herself down, and took his straining erection in one move.
“Hmm, yeah,” she started to rock back and forth. Jones gripped the bed tighter, as he locked his jaw to prevent his own moans escaping.
Rhea reached forward placing her hands on the center of his chest as she started to move quicker. “You are the only one who has ever filled me like this, do you know that, boy?” she panted. Pride filled him at her words, although it was tinged with a darker emotion, that others had had the opportunity to be with her. He cleared his mind of the thought, focusing solely on the woman using his body for her own pleasure.
“Fuck!” she sighed out as she came, gasping for breath. Rhea didn’t stop moving as her orgasm tore through her body.
“Hands,” she reached up and took hold of his arms. Jones let go of the bed allowing her to put his hand on her hips, guiding her as he wanted. “Come for me, boy.” she instructed. “I want you to come hard in me. Now!”
Jones didn’t need to be told twice. He let go of his control, thrusting up into her as she rode him hard. When he came, he roared out his release, pumping harder into her, as Rhea tipped over the edge into another, and another orgasm.
With shallow gasping breaths she collapsed onto his chest. It was several minutes before the function of his brain started to kick in, and he was able to talk again.
“Is my Mistress pleased?” he asked.
Rhea huffed. “Yes, boy, your Mistress is very well pleased.” Jones smiled at the top of her head. He could never explain in words how much he’d missed Rhea, how empty his life had been without her. He was happy to lie on the wooden floor with her resting on him for as long as she wanted. He hadn’t even realized he was stroking her back until she spoke.
“Carter.” His heart skipped a beat hearing her use his name. Few people did anymore, choosing to simply call him Jones. It also meant they were no longer playing; she was talking to him not as his Mistress but as Rhea, the woman.
“Yes, Rhea?”
“Why did you tell Christophe about us?” The question caught him from left field. He hadn’t told Christophe a damn thing. That evil old bastard had known about their relationship without any help from him.
“I didn’t tell him anything, he just knew.” Jones shrugged. “He was pissed when he cornered me in my parents’ place.” He remembered the scene well, it had been nasty. His mother sobbing in the background, his father glaring at the back of Christophe’s head like he wanted to challenge him, and force the old man from their home. Jones knew he couldn’t let that happen. His father wasn’t strong enough to stand up to the Alpha.
“He told me he knew what I let you do to me. He wanted to know what kind of man, what kind of wolf, would ever crawl to a female the way I did. I told him the type of man who knew how good it was to have a woman own him, heart and soul.” He stopped when he felt her stiffen under his hands; he wrapped his other arm around her, holding her close.
“He gave me a choice. Leave and go to the army, or watch as he outcast me and my family. He threatened to take away everything my parents had. I couldn’t let that happen. I wouldn’t let that happen.” He growled. The old man had taken the choice out of his hands. “I tried to find you to tell you before I left, but they told me that you were away. Christophe made me leave before you got back. I tried to contact you but they blocked me every time.”
“They?” she asked.
“Christophe and his goons. Everywhere I turned there seemed to be one of them. In the end my parents said you left, and then they both moved away too. They couldn’t take living under the rule of a sadistic bastard like that anymore.” He shrugged against the floor.
Rhea drew a path on his chest with her nail. He could practically hear her thinking; he wondered whether she would believe him. He’d told her the truth; there was nothing more he could say.
“I hadn’t gone away,” she said when she finally spoke. Jones frowned down at her, confused.
“What?” he asked.
“When he told you I’d gone away, I hadn’t.” She finally looked up at him, resting her chin on her hand, as it lay over his heart.
“Where were you?” he asked, already sure he knew the answer.
“He had me locked away. He gave me a choice too.” Jones’ eyes narrowed, waiting. “He told me to do for him, what I had you do for me, or I would be outcast.” She shrugged “I chose to leave, but not before he tried to force the issue. Don’t worry, he didn’t get far, and trust me when I say, he only tried once before he was happy to see the back of me.”
Jones snarled. “Bastard is lucky he is dead. Otherwise I’d track his ass down and rip him apart.” He held her tighter. What kind of weak fool had he been to leave her alone when she needed him?
“He’s dead?” Rhea asked. He could hear a little amazement in her voice.
“Yep, he was challenged and lost.” He smiled at her.
“The new alpha killed him? Wow, kinda sad I didn’t get to see that.” She turned and laid her cheek against his chest.
“He didn’t die then. He died when he came back and tried to kill the alpha’s new mate. Well, she wasn’t his mate at the time, but that’s a whole different story.”
“He did what, now?” Rhea asked, confused.
“Oh baby, I have a lot to catch you up on before you come and meet the new Alpha.” Jones laughed.
“Wait, what? Why would I meet anyone?” she climbed off of him, refusing to look into his face. The move pulled his semi hard dick out of her, and dragged a groan from both of them.
“How else are we going to get you back in to the pack?” he said when he was able to speak again. Rhea just glared back at him. “You do want back in, right?”
Chapter 6
“Err, I didn’t say I wanted to be part of the pack again.” She shrugged. Rhea got to her feet and walked away. Jones watched her go in amazement.
“Why would you not want that?” He hadn’t moved from the floor as she walked across to the door to pull a green satin dressing gown off the hook on the back.
“I’ve survived for eight years without a pack.” She slipped on the covering.
“But you don’t have to survive without one now.” He tried to reason with her. Why couldn’t she see she belonged with the pack, she belonged with him? If she didn’t want back in to the pack did that mean she didn’t want him for more than this one night? What had this meant to her? Because it’d meant the world to him.
He wanted to start again with her. Not as the young adults they’d been, but as the grown-ups they were now. People who knew exactly who they were.
“Why would I go back to people who threw me out?” she asked with another shrug. Now Jones started to get mad. If she shrugged one more time, he wouldn’t be held responsible for his actions.
“But those people aren’t there anymore. They left with Christophe. They haven’t been seen since. The pack is new. It’s good and caring, and it’s a place I know you belong.” He stood and walked into the adjoining bathroom he spotted in the corner. He dealt with the condom quickly and came back into the main room. Jones found her sitting on the bed looking at a box in her hands.
He grabbed his trousers and pulled them on. If they were going to have this conversation he didn’t want to be distracted by either of their bodies.
“How do you know they’ll want me?” He barely heard her whispered question. Jones sat next to her on the bed, and pulled her close into his side.
“Because yo
u are beautiful and smart and they will love you, trust me,” he placed a gentle kiss on the top of her head.
She took a shuddery breath that vibrated against his body. God, it broke his heart to think of her alone for all this time. They were pack animals; they needed the security and companionship of others like them around them.
“You’ll love the new Alpha. Heath is strict but very good at what he does. You might remember his mate, Laney St Clair? Her family owns the garage in town,” he told her.
“Little Laney? Tiny girl with the three Stepford brothers?” Rhea asked. She pulled back to look at him with wide eyed amazement.
“Yep.”
“Christophe tried to kill her? Dear me, she must have been terrified!” Rhea gasped.
Jones laughed. “Not really. She was kicking the living hell out of him before we got there and then she took him out with Heath. It was amazing to watch, seriously,” he assured her.
“I like her already.” Rhea smiled up at him and his heart lifted a little more. He flicked a look at the box in her hand; he reached out a hand and tapped the top.
“What’s in the box?” he asked, curious at the faint red color that crept up her neck and over her checks.
“Something I’ve been holding on to for a while. Don’t know why I kept it really. I didn’t think it would ever be used.” She looked down at the simple wooden box.
She flicked a glance at him. His heart had started to calm down when she stopped refusing to meet Heath, but it started to pick up speed again.
“Rhea, what’s in the box?” he asked. He swallowed hard, as she lifted it in her hands, and raised the lid. His heart crashed to a halt when he saw what lay on the crushed velvet.
“Rhea?” he asked, terrified he misunderstood the meaning behind the contents.
“I bought this for you a long time ago. I never got a chance to give it to you. I guess, really, it's silly now, but I thought you might still want it,” she explained. She was trying for casual but he could see the tiny tremors in her hands.
