Shane

by Linzi Basset

  “W-what are you doing?” Her voice thinned as he threw the whip down. With wide eyes she watched him rip open a foil packet with his teeth before rolling the condom over his turgid cock.

  Her tongue did a foray over her lips, leaving it glistening and inviting to his gaze.

  “Do you want to become my permanent sub, Lady S?”

  His eyes glowed as he leaned over her, his gaze glued on her spread open pussy, swollen and red from the lashes but glistening in the dim light from the bedside table with awakened lust.

  “Well, to be honest, I have wanted that for years, but truly, I expected a different approach.”

  He grinned evilly. “Always be prepared for the unexpected with me, little one.” A gasp drifted through the room as he leaned in to lick a lazy path up and down her slit, teasing the opening with a flick of his tongue. "Let's remove the egg, shall we?"

  “Lord, help me,” she hissed as he gently tugged on the string to pull out the vibrating egg and placed it in a bowl on the bedside table.

  “Leave him out of this, subbie, and concentrate on me. I’m here and the only one you’ll need for the rest of the night.” His smile was demonic as he rubbed the tip of his cock teasingly at her slick entrance. Her spicy scent spiked his lust, gorging his cock swollen and taut as the hot flush of arousal radiated down into his loins. He derived diabolic pleasure from teasing her and spiking her lust even more.

  “It’s time.”

  Alexa moaned; she was unable to utter a coherent word as all her energy suddenly surged between her legs. Shane pressed down on the throbbing fleshy button, and caressed it with slow, smooth strokes, summoning all her hunger into one spot where he could pull the trigger and send her over the edge—effortlessly. If that had been his intention.

  "Since it seems that you have a problem listening, I suggest you pay attention this time, Lady S. I'm going to fuck you now. Fast and so hard you're going to feel like you've been drilled into the bed. Here's the catch. You don’t climax.

  "No! You can't do that. Please, Master Fox. I'm so close, I'm about to explode."

  "It seems you're even more of a masochist than I believed and there's your answer, my pet. You enjoyed the whipping too much, and thrived on the vibrators, so this is your punishment. You. Do. Not. Come."

  His cock filled with heat as blood surged through his veins. His arousal throbbed urgently against his palm. It was the hardest thing to do to repress the carnal desire of the sadist in him. He wanted to savor this moment. Blind lust could rule in a moment but for now … he needed to feel every ripple of her cunt as he possessed her.

  His hands shook in reaction to the sensations that surged in his brain as he pushed his bulbous knob inside her silky sheath. He held her gaze prisoner as he pushed deeper, until he was hilt-deep inside her. For a moment he didn’t move but treasured the heat and tightness that surrounded him, feeling her heartbeat pulsing in the softness of the folds that wrapped around his hard shaft.

  “You’re so tight and hot … fuck, so hot!”

  “Yes, yes!” Her voice raised a notch as he rolled his hips, grinding his crotch against her clit.

  With short, tight thrusts, he began to rock into her, watching her, rejoicing at the quickening of her breath with every plunge. The sadist inside him purred as he noticed the confusion in her eyes. He’d promised to devour her and instead, he was gentle … but mind fucking was part of the pleasure he derived from this moment. He anchored her hips, guiding her to acquiesce to his torrid possession.

  Shane grunted as every muscle around his cock tightened, her body visibly tense and straining.

  “Please, Master Fox. I need to come. I beg you!”

  "No. You do not come." His eyes glimmered as he looked down at her. "Do not disappoint me, little one."

  Had he said anything else, she would've ignored him and plunged over. It seemed he knew her better than she thought. The last thing Alexa would ever do was disappoint him. She wanted him as her Dom too much. Instinct told her that passing this test would be the clincher. If it killed her, she wouldn't come. She was going to hold out for the prize at the end ... Master Fox as her Dom. Hers and hers alone!

  His eyes glimmered as he powered into her; faster, deeper, and harder. He held off as his breath wheezed through his teeth and sweat trickled down his back. He ached to let go but she hadn’t reached the level of desperation he needed from her this first time. His balls shifted and tightened as his climax neared. He thrust harder, tilted her hips, and pounded into her, tearing a hoarse cry from deep within her as she screamed with the effort it took to stave off the climax rushing onward like a rogue wave to the shore.

  “That’s it. I found your spot, kitten,” he said with a wicked smile. “Now my fun begins and your torture escalates. Hold it back, Alexa. Do not fucking come.”

  He became relentless, plunging faster, forcefully grazing over the bundle of nerves deep inside her. Alexa moaned, screamed, and begged but he was ruthless, refusing to give in. Her eyes dropped to where their bodies connected. He was pounding her like a wild boar but she knew he was holding back deliberately. She sensed a tantric longing within him, to bring her closer to him while cultivating her suffering. Not more of him but of them. Even while he was punishing her by withholding her pleasure, he reached inside her to unearth her deepest desires.

  “God, please! I can’t hold it anymore,” she screamed as he canted his hips harder against hers.

  “But you will, my pet. You fucking will, won’t you?”

  “Yes,” she puffed in a miserable voice.

  Alexa had never worked so hard to hold back from climaxing as she did then, struggling to survive the turbulent storm while great spasms wracked her body as he continued to deny her.

  Shane lost all sense of control at the sight of her suffering and rammed into her. His body jerked angrily with every thrust, losing all finesse in the final moments of desperation to find his release. With a flurry of plunges, he erupted violently inside her and burst into a primal roar of ultimate possession.

  Of her body, heart, and soul.

  “Now? May I come now? Please, please, Master Fox.”

  “No. That was just the beginning, Lady S. Your punishment is only starting and not climaxing is the biggest part of that. Do that well and I might be lenient tomorrow night and allow you to come.”

  “Tomorrow! You’re not serious!” she gasped as she stared at him with a mixture of despair and disbelief.

  “I take punishment very seriously. I suggest you remember that in the future.”

  Alexa learned over the course of the night that Master Fox was a man of his word. He didn’t give in to her pleas, not once. He ignored her curses, her cries, and screams as he took his pleasure from her body, while punishing her in the most deliciously painful way.

  By the time he allowed her to go to sleep, there wasn’t a muscle in her body that wasn’t in pain, her skin sizzling and tender from his beard scratching the surface in a tantalizing caress to further torture her and feed her arousal.

  She curled into a tight ball, her breathing laborious as she struggled to calm the raging fires inside her body, to ease the shuddering need to climax.

  It was a fruitless exercise, especially with his hard body pressed against her back.

  The devil sadist, on the other hand, succumbed to the arms of Morpheus while she was left to suffer throughout the night.

  Chapter Four

  “Let me see your throat.”

  “It’s fine, Danton.” Alexa busied herself preparing the latte cups on the side table in the boardroom of Be Secure Enterprises for the meeting about to commence. She curbed the need to groan as muscles she didn’t even know existed protested with every move she made.

  “I’ll decide for myself.”

  She shot a brief look at him. “What is it with you Doms never believing anything a woman says? I assure you I would know whether or not my throat needed attention.” She didn’t bother to hide her irritation.

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nbsp; “I need to see, little one.”

  Alexa couldn’t deny his guttural utterance. Not when it was soaked in regret and self-recrimination. She turned to look at him. He sounded like the old Danton but the dark blaze of the demon inside him curbed a further sassy rebuke on her lips. She’d learned her lesson the hard way last night and had no intention of prodding him this early in the morning.

  “Very well but …” she placed her hand on his to prevent him from tilting back her chin, “I reiterate that I am fine. I’m not going to be bamboozled to the mainland to see a doctor—not by you or Shane Sinclair.”

  Her interjection brought a deep frown to his face. He studied her throat with flattened lips as he gently traced the dark bruises around her neck from where his fingers had clutched her in a vise.

  “Fuck.” He briefly closed his eyes, then leaned in to place tender kisses on each purple mark. “I’m sorry, Alexa. I don’t know what came over me.”

  “Well, isn’t this cozy?”

  Alexa stiffened but Danton’s hold on her chin didn’t allow the instinct to step back from his towering presence. Instead, he glanced at her, his eyes glimmering with amusement.

  “Hmm, the mighty Master Fox sounds a tad jealous, wouldn’t you say?” His amused voice rumbled softly in her ear, sounding more like the Danton they all knew and loved.

  Alexa blinked at him. Surely he was mistaken? If there was one thing Shane Sinclair never portrayed to any of the women he’d been involved with over the years, it was jealousy—possessiveness, even less.

  She glanced sideways at the man glowering at them from the doorway. His eyes gleamed with what looked suspiciously like proprietorial anger.

  “I’d like some coffee, Miss Silver.” Shane stomped inside and kicked back a chair to slump into. With his hands folded over his stomach and long legs stretched out, he portrayed nonchalance … until she looked into his eyes.

  Holy shitting seagulls! He is jealous!

  After the night the demon sadist had put her through, she would do well to curb the excitement flooding her mind at the realization, but Alexa had never done well with choosing the safe route. With Shane, she had no intention of being cautious.

  Hell no! Especially not since it was the first time he’d shown any kind of emotion toward her. I’m onto you, Sinclair and now that I know there’s hope, I’m going to hook my claws into you well and good. You’re not going to get away … no sirree.

  “Well? Dare I hope you’re here to do your job as PA, or do I need to help myself?”

  “Kinda prickly this morning, aren’t you, Sinclair?” she snipped as she offered him her back to hide the pleased smile she found difficult to contain. The gurgle of the water dripping into the mug sounded ominous in the silence that followed. She suppressed the giggle that threatened to escape at the significance, not to mention feeling his eyes boring into her back.

  “Keep at it, snip.” His low tones droned toward her, coated in a dark warning. “Last night was but a taste of what’s to come. You would be well-advised not to push my buttons.”

  Alexa placed the two mugs in front of the men. “Ah, well, suffice it to say, Sinclair, there’s one specific button of yours I would be too happy to … shit!” she all but squealed as Shane lunged at her. She managed to narrowly avoid his groping hand and maneuvered herself between the rest of the Sinclair cousins arriving at the door. She peeked around Stone’s shoulder. “As I was saying—”

  “One more word out of you, Alexa, and you will spend the entire meeting naked and on all fours in the middle of this table with your ass stuck up in the air. I’m sure none of us would mind a little playtime in between discussions.”

  “Now look what you’ve done,” Kane rumbled as Alexa’s lips clamped closed. She tentatively tried to edge her way out of the door. “You should’ve let her mouth off. Now we have to spend the next two hours bored out of our skulls.”

  “Gmphf,” Alexa huffed as she shuffled past Parker and Zeke who flanked the group at the back. “I’ll have you know, Kane Sinclair, this is a place of work and my contract stipulates very clearly no hanky panky is allowed during working hours.”

  “Except if your boss deems it acceptable,” Stone said in a dry voice. Her eyes widened as she looked at him. He shrugged. “Especially since I don’t see my latte waiting or anything to fill the hollow spot in my belly.”

  She mumbled irritably as she prepared the rest of the lattes while they got seated. “I’ll have you know, Mr. Boss Man, I already ordered snacks from the kitchen.” She served their coffee and glowered at Stone. “I’m insulted that you felt the need to even mention it.”

  “My apologies, Alexa. You’re right. I have no reason to question your competence.”

  “Good. Just remember it in the future.” She trotted to the door, where she glanced over her shoulder, doing an excellent job of ignoring Shane. “Anything else?”

  “Not at the moment but I’m expecting a phone call from Derek Duvall. Be sure to let me know when he calls.”

  She nodded and closed the door behind her.

  “Derek Duvall?” Parker looked at Stone with curiosity rife in his eyes. “The architect who designed the castle?”

  “Yes.” The short answer was warning enough that he had no intention of disclosing any further information.

  “Hope I’m not late,” Billy Hewitt said as he stepped inside the room. He had played an integral part in the raid on the SPEONUS head office a couple of months ago as an undercover private operative. Apart from being the father of Ava, Parker’s fiancée, he had single-handedly gained their trust and respect when he infiltrated SPEONUS with the sole purpose of assisting in revealing their leaders.

  “Just in time,” Stone said as he settled in his chair at the head of the table. “Let’s get started. Parker, any sign of Evans Carter and the masked bastard who managed to escape during the raid?”

  Everyone was still upset about Evans’ betrayal. He’d been a trusted and well-liked Dom at Castle Sin. What made it worse was that he had been appointed as the Training Academy’s Master just before the raid.

  “I still can’t fucking believe we misjudged Evans,” Shane said. “You do realize our location could be compromised.”

  “Not necessarily. I always made sure I took different routes and drove in circles before we started blindfolding everyone coming to and from the island,” Danton said in a quiet voice.

  “Either way, Parker and I have increased the security beams around the island. The alarms will alert us the moment our perimeters are breached.” He smirked. “We’ve developed a sonic beam that will fry any electric motor over a distance of ten to twenty miles. No one will set a foot on the island without us knowing.”

  “You forget we’re vulnerable from air breach,” Hawk interjected.

  “To an extent but remember President Grayson instructed AIM to declare our airspace as a Prohibited Area a year ago. The defined dimensions are so broad that no aircraft can get within visual distance of The Seven Keys Island,” Zeke said.

  “For added security measures we hacked into NASA and the FAA’s satellite systems. Any air traffic in the vicinity will be detected and a warning will be issued. If they ignore us, Zeke and I will remotely hack into the aircraft and take over the controls. If they don’t want to end up at the bottom of the ocean, they’ll back off.”

  “Impressive, little brother.” Stone smiled with pride at Parker.

  “Very. I’m proud of you, Zeke. How the devil you and Parker come up with this high-level technology is beyond me.” Shane’s chest puffed in pride at how well his brother was doing. Since he’d been the one who became father and mother to a young boy filled with grief after their mother and his father died, it was thrilling to see him realize his full potential.

  Zeke grinned. “I wouldn’t want to fry your old-timer brain by trying to explain … hey! Watch where you aim that pen,” he laughed as he deftly snatched the projectile from the air.

  “Well? Have you managed to fin
d the two bastards?” Danton’s gruff voice was coated in hatred.

  “Nothing. They fucking disappeared into thin air but we’re not giving up. They have to surface somewhere,” Parker said as his fingers moved over his iPad.

  “Problem is, we have no idea who the masked man is.” Billy looked around the table. “Since there were so many government agents, senators, and even the fucking Secretary of State involved, for all we know, it could be a person at the top of the authority chain in the CIA, FBI, NSA, DOJ, or whichever fucking alphabet institution you can think of. That could be why Evans manages to stay under the radar. He’s being kept informed.”

  “Billy is right.” Ace looked at Stone. “Have you been updating the Secret Service about our processes?”

  “Yeah, as well as the cabinet.” Stone rubbed his jaw in thought. “Parker, from now on, make the progress reports general. Give them just enough to keep them happy that we’re not giving up but don’t supply detailed intel on what, where, and how we’re searching. We can only hope that whoever it is will become complacent and slip up.”

  “Who is the interim president since Sheila Maddern was caught?” Danton’s lips flattened.

  “There seems to be a delay in formally appointing a candidate, since the majority of the top successors were killed in the explosion.” Kane sipped his latte. “There’s currently a divide between Republicans and Democrats. The leading party wants to move immediately to appoint a successor but the opposition is demanding an immediate election. The situation is volatile and I suppose they’re trying to keep everyone happy by not forcing the issue.”

  “So, who is in charge now?”

  Shane grimaced as he looked at Billy. “I suppose SPEONUS got what they wanted after all. Since the Secretary of Treasury and Secretary of Defense were also killed in the explosion, Eckard Duke, the Attorney General of DOJ and the candidate they wanted as the next President has grudgingly accepted the interim presidency.”

  “Grudgingly?” Danton frowned as he mulled over the development.