Shane

by Linzi Basset

  It took a mammoth effort from Shane not to jerk and an even bigger one to keep his expression unchanged. He might be allowing the little minx to have some fun on his behalf but he wasn’t going to make it easy on her.

  But damn! Rubbing her hot and wet pussy against my leg like that! That’s just goddamned evil.

  Of course, he had no control over his eager cock that twitched as she clamped her fingers around the tip and squeezed gently, watching with a pleased smile as the precum trickled from the slit.

  “Oops, I’m sorry, Master Fox, I didn’t mean to make a mess. Let me just clean that for you, quickly.”

  Now she was turning into a fucking she-devil! he grated in his mind as she leaned forward and licked the salty substance from his cock, all the while twisting and turning her fingers around the head.

  “Did I ever tell you that I won a lollipop sucking competition during sub training?”

  Fucking hell!

  “Can’t say that I recall that.” He grimaced as the words croaked to the surface. He could feel her smile as she wrapped her lips around the blunt cockhead and rolled her tongue around it before she started to suck, lick, and generally just blow his mind with her skillful seduction.

  Maybe letting her play once in a while isn’t such a bad idea, he thought as she pushed down and proceeded to give him the best blowjob he ever had.

  His groan was filled with frustration as she lifted her head and peered at him through sooty eyelashes.

  “Hmm, it seems all I’m managing with this massage is to increase your tension.”

  She crawled higher and settled on his lap, her hot pussy pressing against his throbbing cock. She turned her head sideways as she regarded him thoughtfully.

  “What to do … what to do …”

  Shane chose to keep quiet, lest he open his mouth and sound like an eager teenager on the verge of having his cherry popped. He couldn’t recall that he’d ever experienced the kind of emotions raging through him, nor the enjoyment of watching a woman please him, for him, because he needed it and not because he demanded it.

  “Hmm, perhaps a deep, all enveloping massage would do the trick. What do you think, Master Fox?”

  “I think as usual you talk too much.”

  Her giggle snared his heartstrings and if he hadn’t long ago decided she was the one for him, that would’ve been the clincher. She was all he wanted in a woman and as a masochist, albeit a sweet, romantic, and playful little sub at present, she was exactly what he needed in his life to give him balance.

  She raised over him and with her gaze glued on his hard cock, she guided the tip to her slick labia, rubbing it back and forth, lubricating him as much as she was driving him batshit crazy.

  “Ahh, I love how hard you are, my love … and fill me absolutely to the brink,” she hissed as she pushed down until he was fully embedded in her pulsing depths. She smiled sweetly at him. “Now, for the relaxation technique,” she purred as she tightened her pussy muscles around his shaft, relaxing and tightening at spurting intervals. Short and fast, long, and intense, or with increasing intensity as he felt the ripples from the base of his cock all the way to the tip.

  “For fuck’s sake, Alexa, have some mercy.”

  “I’m going to have to practice this technique on you every night until I get it right. Tsk, it seems I’m doing everything wrong today.” She wiggled a finger at him. “Deep breaths, please. We’re trying to relax you, not … oh!” She gasped as he punched his hips upward unexpectedly. “Now, now, none of that,” she said sternly.

  She brushed her fingers over his lips, almost like she was gentling him. He stilled as he looked into her eyes. She looked unsure, even a little shy as she removed the black titanium carbide ring he’d seen on her thumb but hadn’t had the opportunity to ask about it.

  “I’ve waited for you for eight years and it took you all this time to admit your feelings for me. I’m not going to wait another eight years for you to ask me to marry you … so …” She blinked a couple of times but she kept her gaze locked on his. “I love you, Shane Sinclair, with all my heart and I offer you all of me, my body, heart and soul. I want nothing more than to become your wife and I truly pray you feel the same. This is it, and yes, I’m doing the asking. Shane Sinclair, will you please, pretty, pretty please … marry me?”

  Shane couldn’t get a word out even if he tried. His heart was overflowing with emotions. He thought about the shining diamond ring in the room. The one he’d brought along to ask her to marry him after dinner … and here she was, beating him to it. He opened his mouth to say no, that she had to wait until he did it the proper way … but the way her eyes shimmered with love changed his mind.

  “I want nothing more than to become your husband and call you my wife. Yes, Alexa Silver, I will marry you.”

  “Hand, please.”

  Shane frowned but dutifully offered his left hand. His heart chased his labored breathing as she pushed the black silicone ring on his finger. She smiled beautifully.

  “With this ring, I commit myself to you until the day I replace it with your wedding band. You are my one, my savior, the one I can’t do without. I will love you, always, Shane Sinclair.”

  “You humble me, my love. I never thought I’d find love this late in life but you showed me differently. You are the beat of my heart, my first and last thought at night, and the one I wish to wake up to the rest of my life. I will love you, Alexa Silver, forever and a day.”

  She slowly canted her hips against his. Her eyes twinkled devilishly. “Let’s continue with relaxing you, shall we?” she purred as she began to rock his cock. Slow at first and then faster and wilder until her movements turned frantic. She was on the edge, needed just that one last push … she reached between her legs, brushing her clit.

  “Ohh … mmm,” she moaned as the familiar pinpricks of heat stabbed at her loins, preparing her for the climax that was rolling closer and closer. She rubbed harder, rode him harder. She was so close … so—

  “Hey!” she shrieked as he suddenly toppled her and she found herself on all fours on the chaise lounge. Her hands were tied to the back of the chair with her sarong before she had the opportunity to struggle.

  “You’ve had your fun, my love … now it’s my turn.”

  The sound of her screams, mixed with pleas and delighted laughter, underscored by his deep baritone filled the atmosphere.

  Master Fox might be having his turn, but his masochist sub was enjoying it just as much.

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Club Chains. Location: A hidden valley on Trancas Vineyards in Malibu ...

  “Why did we never know about this place when we lived here all those years, Kane?”

  Shane stared at the lavish entrance of the upmarket and very exclusive BDSM club which now belonged to them, including the Trancas Vineyards. It had been easy to persuade the two brothers to sell, especially since they had been on the brink of bankruptcy and stood to lose not only the club but the vineyard it stood on to their creditors. They had made them an offer double the market value for the vineyard, which meant they walked away wealthier than they had been for the past five years.

  “Probably because they allow hardcore BDSM with no holds barred. Did you know that safewords are banned in this club?” Kane didn’t bother to hide his disgust for such a practice. These people made a mockery of the principles that formed the foundation of a BDSM Lifestyle—SSC, safe, sane, and consensual or RACK, which many practitioners of the lifestyle preferred nowadays—risk aware consensual kink.

  “For the purposes of tonight, that’s a good thing,” Shane said without any compunction of what they were about to set into motion. “Within ten minutes, the doors of this club will be closed to the existing members.”

  “What are we gonna do with this place, Shane? We live in Florida; our lives are there.” Kane studied the three-story mansion that rose majestically against the backdrop of the rolling Malibu hills. “Although I have to admit, it’s a gorgeous pla
ce.”

  “That’s a decision for later. For now, it’s time.”

  The Baumann brothers were waiting for them at the entrance, smiling and vigorously shaking their hands.

  “Welcome to Club Chains. It’s our pleasure to host you on your first night here.” Liam Baumann, the youngest of the two gestured to the wide arch leading into a reception hall where members were mingling and having drinks before they moved on to their pleasures … or in this case, perversions.

  Shane folded his arms over his chest as he cut a dark look at the two brothers. Aiden Baumann shifted uncomfortably under his direct stare. He waved in the direction of the large group.

  “I didn’t think you’d mind if we had a final party for our members.” He backed up a step under the darkening stare. “We had to supply them an opportunity to impress upon you to renew their memberships.”

  “As a matter of fact, Mr. Baumann, we do mind. Get rid of them, except for those we requested to be here.”

  “But—”

  “They are trespassing on our property, young man,” Kane cut him short. “Either you instruct them to leave or we’ll get the authorities to clear them out.”

  Liam Baumann was clearly a submissive and immediately scuttled off. Aiden, on the other hand, didn’t move. He regarded the two older men with growing anger.

  “You’re going to close the club, aren’t you? I told you the membership fees had been paid for the year. You can’t do that!”

  “And I told you that we are buying the land and the properties, not the club or your membership. We never indicated that we had any intention of keeping the club open.” Shane stared him down. “Luckily, you have enough money to refund them.” He leaned in and whispered in a loud voice. “I suggest you do it, Mr. Baumann. You don’t want to make any of these influential people your enemies.”

  Aiden grew pale as he listened to the loud complaints echoing from the reception area and Liam’s ineffective attempt to calm them. “I better get over there. My idiot brother will never get them to leave.”

  “Why do I get the impression that the young Baumann believed we would allow them to keep operating the club on our property?” Kane leaned against the reception counter as he watched the scene unfold.

  “You’d be right. It had been the first request they made when the real estate agent made them the offer.” Shane smirked. “I might have hinted that we could be persuaded to accommodate them.”

  “Ah, so that’s why they signed the agreement so readily.”

  “No, Kane. They signed quickly because we saved their asses from losing everything.”

  Kane rapped a tune on the counter with his fingers. “One thing I’m confused about. How could they sell the property without Drake Lambert’s signature?”

  Shane smiled gleefully. “Lambert only owns shares in the club and benefits from membership profit, not the property.”

  “Ah, so that’s why you said he won’t know what hits him tonight.”

  “Exactly.” Shane’s expression turned grim. “He might come from old money, but according to the intel Zeke and Parker gathered, he made bad investments over the years and depleted many of the family funds. In particular, he stands to lose the majority shares in his own company if he doesn’t provide a serious cash influx.”

  “So, that’s what he needs the twenty million dollars for.” Kane frowned. “Even with the bad investments, he should still have access to millions.”

  “Most of it is in fixed investments or in offshore accounts that belong to the family. His own shares can’t be touched for at least another two years.”

  “Which he doesn’t have. Brilliant strategy to bring him to his knees, Shane.”

  “Oh, that’s not the end of it. I’m going to destroy him. By the time he recovers from tonight’s … er … entertainment, we’ll be the majority shareholders of his company. I already set a hostile takeover into play. The day he walks back into his office, he’ll have nothing left and will be set out on the street. Drake Lambert is going to regret the day he ever set eyes on Alexa.”

  Shane headed towards the heavy wood door under a red flashing neon sign, Dungeon of Hades. He stopped next to the Baumann brothers. “Are our guests in Hades Torture Chamber?”

  “Yes, but I have to warn you, Drake is going to be pissed when he wakes up. I’m not sure how well you know your friend but he hates surprises,” Aiden said. He was still worried about what Drake would do if he ever found out he had been the one to drug their drinks and tie them up in the room.

  “Let me worry about that.” Shane gestured to the members still loitering about, clearly unwilling to leave. “Clear the club and then leave. I want everyone gone in two minutes.”

  Shane and Kane stood in front of the dungeon door, watching with stern expressions until the Baumann brothers closed the door behind them. They waited until the last of the vehicles disappeared before they turned to open the door.

  “Let’s get this over with. I want to be in Washington in time to talk to Danton before the operation in the morning.” They pulled black ski masks over their heads. It wouldn’t do for the sadists to know who hired their evil services for the astronomical amounts each received.

  Hades Torture Chamber depicted everything that the devil’s evil mind could conjure up. The walls were painted dark red, the furniture was black steel with the cement floor painted in the same dull color. The only lighting came from dim sconces on the wall. It looked like death, which was reiterated by chains hanging from the roof, shackles against the walls, and rows of torture tools displayed on shelves.

  Drake Lambert’s hands were strung up above his head and shackled to the chains. His toes barely touched the floor. His head slumped to the side. Shane felt no remorse at how the shackles cut into his wrists from his dead weight dragging him down.

  Rita was also still unconscious and locked into a slave cage. It was shaped and welded and imprisoned her on hands and knees. Her buttocks and head were exposed specifically so all of her orifices were accessible to be fucked. Her breasts were trapped tight at the base and were already swollen from their restriction.

  “Good evening.” One of the ten men who had been loitering about the room with drinks in their hands approached them. “I assume you were the ones who wished to surprise our friends with a little play acting?”

  Shane watched him with darkening eyes. He was a sadist but his needs always fed off the pleasure-pain he offered the sub he was with. He never dished out hurt or pain just for the fun of it. These ten men and five women who stood closer were the opposite. The eager anticipation in their body language said it all. They fed off the pain and torture they caused with no regard to their victims’ pleasure.

  “We’re the ones who paid for your services but let me make this abundantly clear. Although Drake Lambert and Rita Bowen are in for a surprise, they aren’t friends of ours.”

  “Then I don’t understand.” He cast a worried glance at Drake. It was obvious they were aware of his position as a shareholder in the club.

  “If any of you don’t wish to go through with this, I suggest you leave now … but you should know, we are also the new owners of the property. The sole owners with no shareholders.”

  His gaze cleared and a cruel grin split across his face. “That changes everything. We don’t particularly like either of them, especially since they believe they have the power to force us into positions we choose not to be in.” He rubbed his hands together. “Payback is a bitch and we’re gonna fucking enjoy this.”

  “Good.” Shane pushed his hands in his pockets to ensure he didn’t kill them once they answered the next question. “Who of those here were part of the scene in this room ten years ago involving Drake’s submissive, Alexa?”

  The man took a step back as he glanced at the other men. More than half of them appeared uncomfortable.

  “You bought this place, so I’m sure you know well enough what kind of club this is. Drake’s subbie had been coming here with them for year
s. She knew what she was in for, and besides, the two of them didn’t give us a choice.”

  “But you ended up enjoying yourself,” Shane gritted through thin lips.

  “Look, what the fuck is this? You paid us to perform a scene. We’re here, let’s just get on with it.”

  “Very well. Do you remember what you were expected to do to Alexa on that night and what they did to her after you left?” The anger in Shane’s baritone voice reverberated through the room.

  “We had nothing to do with what happened after we left,” the man quickly back peddled. It was evident that even they were disgusted by what the couple had done to a defenseless woman. It infuriated him that they didn’t believe their own actions were just as bad, if not worse.

  “But you know what they did?” Kane prodded.

  “Yes.”

  “Then you know what we expect you to do with these two.” Shane leaned closer; his voice clipped a dark warning. “You will reenact the scene under the adapted positions they’re in. You were well compensated so we expect the end result to surpass what happened to Alexa.”

  His gaze landed on Rita who had woken up and was staring at him with horror in her eyes.

  “No … oh god, please! He made me do it. I … I have been living with the regret of that night for years. Please—”

  “I believe she had a requirement to keep Alexa’s mouth closed and incapable of screaming,” Shane sneered. “Shut her up.”

  He watched impassively as one of the Doms unzipped himself and with no regard for Rita’s comfort, thrust his cock hilt deep down her throat.

  “We’re not the monsters they were and I have no desire to see her in the same condition as Alexa, but make sure she feels the despair and horror of having no control. I don’t want her torn apart or bleeding, do you understand?” Shane said to the man who seemed to be the one in charge.

  “Agreed. Anything else?”

  “Him, on the other hand …” His eyes met Drake’s that fluttered open. “Drake Lambert will carry the full brunt of what he did to her. Whether he’s torn apart, bleeding or … survives … well, let’s just say, it’s immaterial as long as he can’t talk or walk when you’re done. Make sure you call an ambulance before you leave.” Shane pinned him with a death glare. “Understood?”