The Fire Saga (The Club)

by Katherine Rhodes

  “I like it.” He turned her around, still holding her because her legs were still trembling, and kissed her again.

  “Someone has a hard dick.”

  “My favorite thing is hearing a woman come. You almost unmanned me.”

  Slipping her hands down his body, she snagged his belt and started working on it. “Let me finish what I started.”

  “Dana—”

  Her finger pressed his lips closed. “No. I like this. You’ll let me do this.” Austin watched in the mirror as Dana slipped down his body, kneeling in front of him while she worked his belt open. Her hand grasped him and for just a brief moment he wondered what it would be like if they were actually being watched.

  Chapter Seven

  Liam cracked the door open, curious who was in the Black Mariah so early. The red and white lights were on in the stage, but none in the box.

  But instead of finding the people in the stage, he found someone in the box. Gasping quietly, he stepped in closing the door behind himself.

  “Tally, sweetheart, what are you doing in here?”

  She looked over at him, her eyes sparkling in the dim light that filtered through the glass. “Watching. I didn’t mean to, but I was instantly pulled in.” She patted the seat next to her.

  Liam crossed the room and sat. “I was coming in to check the equipment.”

  Tally didn’t answer him. She stared through the glass. “Sometimes I forget that I am very much a part of the lifestyle, when I spend so much time running this place. I forget I enjoy watching sex. Playing in the rooms.” She turned and smiled at him. “Playing with you.”

  Liam looked back through the glass and finally saw who was there. “Dana? Tally, maybe we should go. I—”

  “Hush, silly. One of them turned on those lights. Did you click ours on?”

  “Yes.” Liam nodded. “Of course.”

  “Good.”

  Liam looked at her, astonished. “You’re going to sit here and watch my ex—”

  “She’s an ex, Liam. I know who you belong to now. I have very little jealousy in my bones. Plus, look at the way he touches her. There’s so much reverence in his fingers. He enjoys women, their bodies...and Dana has a streak of Domme in her.”

  Smirking, he nodded. “That she does. Should have been my first hint that I was willing to submit.”

  “She’s also a bit of voyeur…” Tally smiled. “She didn’t object to Austin’s ploy.”

  “Oh, she wouldn’t.”

  Liam glanced back at the stage and found Austin’s hand deep between Dana’s legs. The look on her face was one of someone thoroughly enjoying themselves. He’d seen it on her face before, but more, he recognized it from Tally. He turned and, instead of watching the couple beyond the mirror, he watched Tally. She was entranced by the two of them, and Liam watched her whole body reacting to what she saw—the heave of her breast, the points of her breasts pushing against the material.

  Sliding off the seat next to her, he landed on his knees between hers. He glanced up at her to find Tally looking down at him. “What are—”

  “I want to see that look on your face, Mistress,” he answered, slipping her skirt up. “I want to see that look of delight and pleasure in your eyes.”

  Tally ran a hand down his cheek. “Yes, Liam.”

  * * *

  He slid his dick into her willing waiting pussy and sighed. It felt so good to be in her.

  Liam and Tally were in the box again, watching Dana and Austin. It had happened every Sunday morning for weeks now, and they had both come to enjoy the show. Quietly, Liam had confessed to Austin that they were in the box, and Austin had turned ten shades of red. But the very next Sunday, he and Dana had been there again.

  Tally had, at first, turned him down for anything more than watching and a little cunnilingus. After a few weeks, she seemed to realize Liam wanted more and permitted it. He never pushed in The Club; this was her territory, but it was always good when she did permit him some latitude.

  And his favorite thing in the box was to take his gorgeous mistress from behind while they watched whatever antics Austin and Dana were up to.

  Tally sighed and shuddered as he pushed all the way in. “Mm. So good.”

  “Very.” Liam ran his hands over her back and grabbed her hips. There was nothing about this woman that didn’t turn him on. Moving slowly in and out of her, Tally rested her head on her forearms. Liam knew she was enjoying his cock and enjoying the show in front of her. Liam reached around between Tally’s legs and slowly stroked her clit.

  “I’m so glad Austin has stayed on for now,” Tally breathed. “Preston needed help.”

  “And you enjoy our Sundays.”

  “You told Austin.”

  “I did,” he admitted. “And they are still here. Every Sunday.”

  “Mmm. I do enjoy it.”

  Liam slowly pressed in and pulled out from his mistress’s wet pussy. He teased her entrance with the tip of his cock, enjoying the feel of her. Leaning forward after pressing back in, he grabbed her breasts and played with the tips. “Everything about you is so perfect for me.”

  Tally let out a pleased sigh. “Sometimes, I need you like this. I need you to just fuck me. Sensual, slow. I need you to make me remember it’s not all whips and chains.”

  Liam caressed her breasts, pinching lightly. “I like your whips and chains. I also like it when you let me take you like this.”

  Tally shuddered beneath him as he pressed a hand back from her breasts to her clit again. “I want to come, Liam. Make me come.”

  Liam took his time, though. He had really come to enjoy the lazy Sunday fucking in the box. He hoped the couple on the other side had as well—Dana was mounted on Austin and the give and take between them was amazing and erotic. He couldn’t have wished for a better man for her.

  Teasing and worshipping Tally for a long time before finally enjoying her climax, he finished inside her long after Dana and Austin had dressed each other and left the stage of Black Mariah. He curled himself around the gorgeous woman he had come to know so well on so many levels in the past year.

  And in the past two months, he’d gotten to know his little girl. The unexpected delight of pigtails and tutus brightened his very existence. Lola had also taken a shine to Tally, and he adored watching them together as much he loved watching her with Dana.

  He couldn’t imagine another life. It was everything he wanted.

  Chapter Eight

  At first, Austin wasn’t sure if the sound was from someone knocking or the furious spring thunderstorm outside. Texas had beastly storms with thunder that shook the rafters of the apartment.

  But when the lightning didn’t flash and the banging echoed again, he knew it was someone at the door and ran to open it.

  Dana stood there, drenched from head to toe, with Lola on her shoulder.

  “Shit, come in.” He moved out of the way without hesitation. “What’s going on?”

  “I didn’t know where to go. I know that Liam is at The Club tonight, and you were the second person to pop into my head.” Dana hustled the little girl and herself into the room. “Someone was…” Her words trailed off, clearly shaken.

  “Was what?”

  Dana shook her head. “It’s ridiculous, but I’m so paranoid. It sounded like someone was walking around tapping on the windows. Once the storm started, I couldn’t handle it anymore.”

  “Well, you’re safe here. Let’s put her to bed.” Austin held out his arms to take the little girl, and Dana handed her over.

  “You don’t think I’m crazy?” Dana followed him into the second bedroom.

  “Why would I think that?” Lola made an adorable little huff as he laid her down on the bed. “You’re here because you had to get away from your abusive ex. Of course you’re paranoid. I’m actually surprised this didn’t come out sooner.” He nodded to the closet. “There are some blankets in there. It’s warm tonight. You probably only want one.”

  Pullin
g the closet open, Dana pulled one down and covered her daughter with it. “You…you were expecting this?”

  “No, I thought it might happen, but I was hoping it didn’t. We’ll go over tomorrow and look around. It’s raining, so there will be footprints if someone was snooping around.”

  “You’re taking my invasion well.” She settled the blanket over Lola and tucked her in.

  Austin backed off to the door so he wouldn’t impose on her. “You’re always welcome here. You and Lola.”

  “You aren’t mad I’ve kept you away from her, and not from Tally?”

  “She’s your daughter, I’ll abide by whatever rules you set for her,” Austin answered. “Tally and Liam are a serious couple. They are part and parcel of each other. You and I have been dating for a few weeks. I don’t think I’m entitled to tell you what to do with and about her.” He shrugged.

  Dana gave Lola a little kiss on the forehead, making sure she was comfortable and tucked in well. “She’ll be a little confused when she wakes up, but only a little. I dragged her too many places while we were running for her to be concerned.”

  Austin motioned her out of the room. “She’ll be safe here. So will you. We’re up pretty high and if there are people tapping on the windows, they’re either able to fly or giants.”

  Dana laughed lightly as he pulled the door closed behind them. “True. I’m sorry I came tearing in here. I really just freaked out, and I only thought of protecting her.”

  “Drink?” Austin motioned to the kitchen. “Something a little stronger than coke or coffee?”

  “Oh, God, yes please.” Plopping down on the chair at the table, she put her head in her hands. “I was hoping the incident with Bits a few weeks ago was just a random coincidence. That Ryan hadn’t come after me and her description of him was just…off. But in the past few days, more and more, I’m starting to think he’s really here. Or I’m losing my mind.”

  Austin put the glass of scotch in front of her. “Are you sure he’s not gaslighting you?”

  “That’s something he would totally try to pull off.” She took a sip of the drink.

  “Maybe you should find a new place to stay.”

  Dana glanced back at the bedroom. “I don’t want to uproot her anymore. She’s been so good during all of this. The man she knew as her father broke her arm, I dragged her eighteen hundred miles over six months, then finally settled here, found her real father, and now we’re possibly being stalked by my ex. I owe her a good life.”

  “You are giving that to her,” Austin said. “Don’t doubt that. I know how much Liam loves her, and how much you’ll do for her.”

  “I should have told Liam. I should have told him about her before he left.”

  “You did what you thought was right.”

  “I just wonder what would have happened. Ryan was the biggest mistake anyone could have made. He wasn’t even charming when I started dating him. He was just a strong armed asshole to me and everyone around me. He didn’t want to marry me until I squeezed her out. His words. What did I see in him?”

  Austin reached across the table and moved his seat close to her. “Listen, Dana, you’re a mess right now. You were spooked badly tonight and there is nothing wrong with the decision you made to come here. I’ll keep you safe. You and Lola. If Liam is busy, and I know he is, I’m always, always your backup.”

  Dana put the glass down. “Thank you. I can’t tell you how much all this helps me. I had virtually no one at home. My parents weren’t helpful. I didn’t tell anyone who Lola’s dad was, so I never had help from Liam’s family. Ryan’s family never saw him as anything but the innocent victim who agreed to take on a slut.”

  “You’re not a slut.”

  “Well, you know how it is. If you like sex, you’re a slut. That’s probably why Liam and I got along so well. We enjoyed sex and he never made me feel like I was a slut for wanting it.”

  Knowing there was a smirk on his face, Austin leaned forward. “You should take a few lessons from Tally. You’ve got a great little Domme streak in you. She would also talk you out of that line of thought—thinking you’re a slut. There’s nothing wrong with enjoying sex.”

  “I know. And I certainly like it with you.”

  Austin scratched his nose. “You know, we’ve had an audience in Black Mariah nearly every time.”

  Her mouth fell open. “What?”

  “Yeah.” He shrugged. “Yeah, I found out when someone confessed to watching us.”

  “At eight in the morning on a Sunday?” She slapped a hand over her mouth in shock. “It’s Tally and Liam, isn’t it? Oh my God, my boss and my ex have been watching you finger me.”

  “Oh, they watched a lot more than that.”

  “Sweet Jesus.”

  He laughed a little. “Don’t worry. I was embarrassed when Liam confessed. I should have told you, but...you were having so much fun in there I didn’t want you to freak and not use the room with me anymore.”

  She peered at him from between her fingers. “Well, I can’t say that I don’t like it. I am a little freaked by it being them...”

  “Trust me, they weren’t sitting there eating popcorn.”

  “Oh, God, stop.”

  “Look, there’s no shame in us having sex in there with them watching. It’s clearly a turn on on both sides of the glass. It’s also very safe since it’s them and not some random couple we don’t know. It’s all consensual. I thought about being freaked out about it, but after accidentally walking in on them and seeing way more than I needed to, I realized—if it works for us, there’s nothing wrong with it.”

  Dana studied him. “Do you think everyone who works in a kinky club develops a taste for it?”

  “No. I think everyone who works in a kinky club realizes it’s fine to be a little kinky and enjoy it.” He sipped his own scotch. “I don’t think I would ever want to go as far as Liam and Tally have. She’s a full out Domme. But I could enjoy a little switching here and there. And I had no idea I’d like that voyeurism stuff nearly as much as I do.”

  Dana raised an eyebrow. “Me neither. Keep the Sunday morning date?”

  “Oh yeah.” He leaned back in the chair. “How would you like to handle the sleeping arrangements tonight? I was going to go crash on the couch and give—”

  “No.” Dana shook her head. “We’re having sex in a public place where people can see us. If you’re okay with it, we’ll just share your bed. I don’t want to kick you out after you’re being so nice to me and my paranoia.”

  Austin grinned. “I have no objection to sharing. As long as you realize we’re not going straight to sleep.”

  “Only if that headboard isn’t against the second bedroom’s wall.”

  “I made sure of that a long time ago.”

  “Good.” Dana placed her now empty scotch on the table. “Time for bed then.”

  * * *

  Preston, Austin, Mak, and Liam all swept the ground with flashlights just before the sun was about to come up. The ground was still wet, but not soaked. The ground in front of the living room windows was covered in gravel, so there was no hope of trying to figure out if someone had been there. It was the same in front of the dining room and kitchen windows.

  The bedroom windows, however, had flower beds in front of them. The one in front of Dana’s room was overrun with ivy, and none of them could make out if it had been trampled by a foot or two because of the wind damage everywhere.

  But in front of Lola’s window were very distinct footprints. A single set of them, from the same pair of shoes. Dress shoes, with only a wear pattern on them. Austin and Preston followed them in and back out of the flowers, rounding the corner of the building to the back porch.

  “Think he tried the door?” Liam asked as they all stood staring at the last print in the mud.

  “No,” Preston said.

  “Look.” Mak pointed to the window. The other three honed in on the pane he was pointing to. The cottage, having been built in 1
890, had single pane French windows—a half dozen small windows in two rows, mirrored on the other side of the French door—all original to the building. The small pane Mak had zeroed in on had a crack in it. A deliberate spider webbing in the bottom corner that someone had made with a sharp object. “Testing his tools?”

  “That would explain the tapping on the windows Dana heard,” Austin said. “Someone going around, checking the tools and the integrity of the windows.”

  “She’s staying at your place with Lola?” Mak folded his arms.

  “Until we figure all of this out.”

  Preston considered him. “What do you know about this Ryan Dellany?”

  “Big asshole. Gaping. Treated everyone like shit because his daddy owned the biggest horse ranch with a solid handful of prized black Arabian mares.” Liam shook his head. “He’s the oldest son. He was the one who wanted the ranch. If you want, I’ll call my parents and get all the gossip from them. We’re potato farmers, but that doesn’t mean we don’t cross paths with the likes of the Dellanys. Especially when they wanted our land.”

  Mak nodded. “I think that would be very helpful. Bits is fine now, but there have been other incidents around the town I don’t like the smell of. If we can find this guy and run him out of town before he sullies Karim’s safe reputation, everything will just be better.”

  Preston nodded. “Agreed. It’s not just The Club that has a stake in this.”

  “It’s not just Dana either,” Liam said. “He’s also attacking my daughter. We need him gone.”

  Chapter Nine

  Austin sidled up to Dana. He could not keep his eyes from wandering over her body—she was wearing the most amazing scrap of clothing he’d ever seen a woman use to cover themselves.

  Two nights before, they’d convinced themselves to actually go to The Club as just two people, and not employees. They agreed they would just let happen whatever came their way, as long as they were comfortable.

  Austin was decidedly uncomfortable when he saw her at the bar. His dick was instantly hard and caged behind the zipper of his pants. It wanted out, badly. He cleared his throat and adjusted himself, slipping onto the stool next to her. “Hey, gorgeous.”