Aryn's Desire: A BOLD Security Novel (Finding Submission Book 1)

by Derrick, Zoey

  I climb out of the car and look up the side of the house and then look right and finally left. Good god.

  “This way, Mr. Becker.” I start at the use of my full last name. “Mr. Hunter is inside, sir.”

  THIRTEEN

  I FIND NO reprieve to this monstrosity of a house by stepping inside. The entry way is intricately designed with a gorgeous combination of wood and marble. Accented by silver sconces and an amazing dual staircase leading up to the second floor. A car could drive up either side and fit just fine. At the top of the stairs is a wide hallway and another staircase that more than likely leads up to the third floor.

  The room surrounding me is absolutely massive. It has to take up at least the entire middle section of the house. I understand now why Derek can host so many people so easily.

  Looking around the room only makes me feel smaller as I realize that the ceiling is the entire height of the house. There are various sitting areas throughout the large space, not a television in sight, and at least three double-sided fireplaces. “Good god,” I breathe.

  “Extravagant, isn’t it?” a man says, and it’s not Dex.

  I turn toward the voice. “Overwhelming would be a better word,” I say to the tall, long brown-haired man standing behind me. I’ve met him only once before. In Phoenix following a dinner party the band had at Cami and Tristan’s.

  “You must be Mr. Becker.”

  “Ah, Beck, please. Mr. Hunter, great to see you again.”

  “Derek, please.” He extends his hand. “We have met, haven’t we?”

  “Yes, sir. In Phoenix, when the band did those recordings,” I tell him.

  “That’s right. Though you guys are great at sticking to the shadows.” He smiles. “Please, come in.”

  He ushers me off to the left side of the door toward a section of couches that are facing each other and on either side are high back chairs. From my right comes Dex and Raine and someone I can only assume is Dacotah.

  “Cotah?”

  “Yes, Sir,” she replies, but Derek gives her a look that is not unlike ones I’ve seen Dex give Raine. “Master,” she corrects herself.

  I smile a quick smile and release it fast, not wanting anyone to catch on. “Why don’t you take Raine to the kitchen and start lunch?”

  “Yes, Master,” she says, then giggles before grabbing Raine’s hand and running off.

  Derek turns toward me. “I apologize. We’d made arrangements for you to work with Sean and his team while you were here. That was until Dex called to tell me of some of your other motives for wanting to come along.”

  “With all due respect, sir, I am here to work with your team. While I am friends with Dex and Raine, my job comes first and foremost.”

  He smiles. “I respect that, however, I’d like to offer you better accommodations.”

  I shake my head. “That won’t be necessary. This way I can get up to speed before your party and help Sean.”

  “You like helping?” His question portrays a deeper question than what’s on the surface, like he’s indirectly searching for more information about me.

  I nod. “When it’s needed. As I said, Dex is my first priority, though he’ll beg to tell you otherwise, then Raine and finally myself.”

  “Well, while you’re here, I assure you that Sean and his crew can handle anything that gets thrown at us, though I understand he’d like your help Christmas Eve.”

  “What’s Christmas Eve?” Dex asks. So apparently I’m not the only one questioning this massive party.

  Derek looks at him and replies, “I have a massive Christmas Eve party. It’s friends, co-workers, a few politicians and a few more celebrities. It’s quite the shindig.”

  “Sounds like fun.” Dex smiles.

  “Oh, it’s a blast.” Derek lights up a little at telling Dex this news. “It’s Cotah’s second party and I think I’ve finally managed to shake her of her nerves. It is black tie.”

  “Well hell. Why didn’t you tell me, I don’t travel with suits.” Dex scoffs.

  Derek laughs and I can’t help but snort. “I didn’t think you did. I’ve got it covered. Don’t worry.”

  “I’m not running around in a toga if that’s what you’re thinking.” Dex sits back in his chair and crosses his arms over his chest. The posturing sends Derek into head back laughter that causes both Dex and I to join in.

  “I might pay damn good money to see that,” Derek says through the laughter, which of course brings an image to mind of Dex in a toga dress and I can’t stop myself.

  Eventually, realizing his ridiculousness, Dex joins in. “I’m pretty sure the party needs mistletoe,” I tease him and of course that eggs everyone on for another minute before we settle down.

  “What about tomorrow, sir?” I ask Derek and he gives me a knowing smile.

  “I figured you’d ask about that. That is not black tie.”

  I chuckle. “I figured as much. But what about me attending? Sean said that…”

  “Dex?” Derek interjects and indicates for Dex to respond.

  Dex sits up a little straighter. “It’s one of the reasons we came out here today instead of next week. It’s a play party. Derek is inviting some of his friends, many from Nashville. Everyone will arrive, we will mix, mingle and eat. Eventually Derek will open up his dungeon and well, at that point, all bets are off.”

  “I thought maybe it would be a better introduction for you than The Box. Though that was Raine’s first introduction, it’s very overwhelming and people can be a little standoffish with newcomers at the club. Whereas at a private play party, while no one ever really knows everyone, the anonymity remains intact for most people. So it provides a fun, safe environment, though the environment starts the moment that they cross that threshold.” He points to the door. “There will be no staff, no security, at least inside the house. The curtains will be drawn and it will transform into something private and personal for our guests. There are two other Doms without submissives who will be coming to the event and I believe one, possibly two, unattached submissives.”

  My heart pounds with a little more excitement knowing that there is a chance I can meet and talk with someone while they’re here.

  “Many of Derek’s guests will be staying the night here in the house. Though it is not common practice at play parties, Derek certainly has the room for them. The play party ends at four in the morning.”

  “At which point my staff will return to make breakfast for our guests. However, what happens in the bedrooms, well, I can’t stop that from happening.” He winks, dropping the subtle hint that he knows all too well what will happen behind those doors.

  “How many people?” I ask.

  “Counting you, sixteen or seventeen.”

  I nod.

  Derek continues talking about a few more things and he finishes when the girls come and collect us for lunch.

  After lunch I called Sean who promptly collected me and brought me to the staff quarters, and while Derek had made it sound like I was going to be staying in a shack, these quarters are still better than my apartment. They’re actually quite lavish for staff quarters. I could get used to working for a man like Hunter.

  Around five I received a text from Dex asking me to join them for dinner. I declined, telling him that he should hang out with his friends. His reply was simply, “suit yourself”.

  I ate with Sean and the other two regular guards. Celeste, who is very easy on the eyes, and Cyrus who, well, just don’t piss him off.

  Celeste made no secret of making flirtatious eye contact with me throughout dinner. I won’t lie, she’s very attractive. She’s well-built, as any respectable bodyguard would be. Tall, maybe five-eight or five-nine. Chestnut colored hair that’s long and pulled back into a messy, curly ponytail with bright green eyes and soft full lips. Judging by her comments to all of us at the table, I can tell she knows about the party tomorrow night and that I’m going. That gave her ammunition for a few pointed looks that told me she woul
dn’t mind being a guest either. Celeste is the type of girl that I would normally pick up at a bar. Not necessarily long term material, at least not in my eyes. It makes me wonder what I would have done if I’d met her randomly in a bar somewhere instead of on a trip. Regardless, she’s fun and flirtatious and I certainly don’t mind the attention.

  When dinner was over, I retired to my room with, yes, I know, nerd alert, a book. I’d changed into my flannel pants and laid down on the bed, putting on my glasses when there’s a knock at the door. “Yeah?” I call, turning toward it.

  The door creaks open slowly and standing on the other side is Celeste. “Sorry to bother you.” Her voice is soft, unsure and I sit up, putting my book down.

  I shake my head. “No bother, just reading. Everything alright?”

  “Perfect. May I come in?” Her voice is soft, mouselike and polite. My dick stirs in my pants. The sheepish, unsure expression on her face makes her look young and innocent, and very, very submissive.

  “Sure,” I tell her and she steps inside. It’s only now that I realize she’s barely wearing any clothes. She has on a skinny tank top with no bra and her D cup tits are less perky than they were at dinner. But her nipples are sure displaying that she’s cold.

  My eyes slowly rake down her body. She has very tanned and toned thighs. In fact, there isn’t much about her that is flabby. My cock grows hard, fast.

  I awkwardly try and cover myself. “Close the door,” I tell her and she does so quickly.

  She climbs up onto the bed and for the first time in a long time, I swallow, hard.

  “I’ve wanted to do this since you got here,” she says as she crawls on her hands and knees across the big bed, right toward me.

  “Do what?” I whisper.

  “This,” she says succinctly before slanting her lips over my own. Claiming me in a deep, hard, breath stealing kiss.

  FOURTEEN

  IT TAKES ME a minute to get over the initial shock of what Celeste has bestowed on me. Oddly enough, I’m not sure I want her to stop what she’s doing.

  Her lips are soft, yet urgent against mine and her hands begin to roam up my chest. I shiver. I do enjoy women who are aggressive enough to go after what they want but I’m not sure this is what I want to happen here. I’ve only just met her. Shut up, I know I’ve done this a few times before, but this is different.

  I pull back. “Celeste, stop,” I say breathless.

  She pouts, “Why would I do that?” Her hands slide up my chest a little farther and I take her by her wrists.

  “Because this isn’t right and you know it.”

  “Says who?” Her voice is hurt, and the expression on her face tells me that she isn’t used to rejection, and frankly, I’m not all that used to dishing it out when it comes to the point of kissing someone.

  “Says me. We have to work together.”

  “So?”

  “Jesus, woman, do you sleep with everyone that walks through the door to help you guys?” My voice comes out a little harsher than I intended and I’m immediately torn between apologizing to her and letting it go.

  “No, I’m not a slut,” she scoffs.

  “I didn’t say you were. Look, I don’t think this is a good idea.”

  “But it would feel so good,” she whines.

  She can say that again. She would probably be the best I’ve had in a long time, but I am so afraid of my own expectations that I cannot bring myself to give into this, not tonight anyway.

  The play party comes to mind quickly and I wonder if it might not be a bad idea to have an outlet after that is over. “Let’s just take it easy for tonight, alright?” Jesus, what the fuck am I saying? Who the hell am I and what’s happened to me?

  Her expression changes from shock and rejection to a more passive one. “So you’re not saying no?” She presses her lips into a thin line.

  “For tonight? Yes, I’m saying no.” She pouts again. “But that doesn’t mean that I won’t say yes another time.”

  The ‘promise’ in my voice is enough to pacify her for now. She leans in and gives me a chaste kiss. “Alright,” she says before leaving my room.

  As soon as the door closes, I throw the covers off and move around the bed to the door, locking it quickly before returning to the bed. Shedding my pajama bottoms as I go.

  My cock stands hard as a fucking rock thanks to her. Regardless of rejecting her, he never went down. “What the hell?” I say to my cock before gripping it in my hand and lying back down on the bed.

  Images of her fill my mind. Yeah, you’re an idiot, Becker.

  I passed out shortly after coming all over myself like an idiot. Jesus, it took more than I had to not pull my pajamas back on and go find her and take her for myself. She made it too easy for me and maybe that’s part of why I rejected her. Either that or some stupid logical part of my mind took over my mouth and pushed her away because it was the right thing to do. Fuck that. It wasn’t the right thing to do, it was selfish. Sleeping with her now, the first night I’m here, with two weeks left to work with her would be torture to both her and myself. I never sleep with the same woman twice. Sleeping with her once and being here for two weeks means I’d have to reject her, hurt her, or worse, put my job in jeopardy.

  Sure, I’ve had women hit on me. It’s been that way for years, and sometimes their initiative leads to me taking them someplace private and having my way with them. But more often than not, the girls I take for myself are ones I’ve intigated and convinced into going into a dark corner with me.

  I wake up around one. With the three hour time difference from California to here, I can’t say that I’m surprised. Sean had told me that they didn’t need me for anything today so it is my day to do as I please.

  I text Dex to find out where they are.

  Dex to Beck: ‘bout time. We’ve been waiting for you.

  Beck to Dex: you could have called, fucker.

  Dex to Beck: hardly, get dressed, Raine and I are going into town.

  Well, fuck.

  Beck to Dex: give me 20.

  I take a quick shower, dress and strap up, before walking out of my room with two minutes to spare. I try and find my way back to the main part of the house. Running smack into Celeste.

  “Where’s the fire?” she teases.

  “Uh…” Fuck, I almost slept with this chick last night. And daylight hasn’t given me much more perspective on whether or not I want to actually sleep with her. She still looks gorgeous, even dressed in black BTUs and a black t-shirt. Not much different than I am and she too is packing. “Dex wants to leave. I’m trying to find my way back to the house.”

  She laughs, “This way.”

  She turns around, leading me back the way she’d just come. “Thanks,” I tell her and she nods.

  “I was just coming to get you.”

  “Oh, for?”

  “Dex wants to go out,” she laughs.

  I roll my eyes.

  “Here you go,” she says as she turns toward me and ushers me down the hallway that leads into the kitchen area of the main floor.

  “Thanks.”

  She gives me a sweet, knowing smile before leaving me to find my way.

  I walk down the hall until it opens into the kitchen and now I need to figure out what direction I need to go. The kitchen is bustling with four different people, all dressed in white chef jackets and black pants. I look to my left and see where I need to go and I go there.

  Stepping into the great room, everything is… “What the hell?” I turn around, thinking I’m in the wrong place, only to see the front door and the grand staircase and I realize that I’m in the right room. But it is practically empty of all the furniture that was here yesterday.

  “Big, huh?”

  I look at Dex who’s walking toward me from the other side of the staircase from where I’m at.

  “You can say that again. Where’d it all go?”

  He smiles. “Into the basement. The party will be held in here tonight.
”

  I nod in understanding. “So, where are we going?”

  “Just into town. Cotah says that there is a nice little boutique there and Raine wants to look around.”

  I give him a questioning look. “We’re in the middle of nowhere. What could this shop have that Los Angeles doesn’t?”

  He gives me a knowing smirk. “You’ll see.”

  “We ready?” Raine says as she comes bounding down the stairs, Cotah in tow.

  “I am,” I tell her.

  Derek comes out of a room off the great room. “Afternoon, Beck,” Derek says. “Can I talk to you for a minute?”

  “Of course,” I say, leaving Dex to return to Raine and Cotah.

  “Everything alright?” I ask Derek as I approach.

  “Absolutely. Cotah would like to go with, do you mind?”

  “Not at all. Anything I need to know?”

  He shakes his head. “Nah, she’ll behave. She wants this play party more than anything, and she knows how to be a good girl.” He chuckles slightly. “I know the shop owner and I usually let Celeste stay outside while she’s inside, but you might want to investigate the store yourself, you know, for tonight.”

  “What kind of store is this?”

  “To the public? A clothing store. To a select few, well, I’ll let you guess on that one. I’d like you to drive.” He hands me a set of keys. “The car is gassed and outside. I had them program the GPS, but Cotah knows the way.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  My acknowledgement causes him to give a little upturn of his lips. I’m not really sure I understand it, so I let it go.

  We pull up in front of a shop in the center of a small town near Derek’s estate. I don’t know the name of the town, but I imagine there isn’t a whole lot to do in this town on a Friday or Saturday night.