by Drew Elyse
Dad’s response to that?
“Shit.”
“Dad,” I started, stepping closer to him and placing a hand on his arm, “we talked. He opened up to me. This is real.”
Then, in a completely different voice, one filled with genuine surprise, he repeated, “Shit.” He went on to ask, “Jager talked about himself?”
I nodded.
“That boy’s locked up tighter than a steal trap.”
He was. I knew that.
“Not with me. Not anymore.”
“That explains it,” I thought I heard from behind me.
I turned to see who said it, but no one was looking my way, and no one responded to the statement. I shook it off and focused back on my dad.
“Can you still not tell me where he is?”
Dad gave me an apologetic look. “Sorry, baby girl. I can’t.”
“Okay,” I replied on a huff.
“They’re both good,” he promised. “They wouldn’t be where they are if we all didn’t know that.”
Right. They were brothers. If the guys weren’t worried, I had no need to be.
“Okay, Dad.”
“Come on.” He wrapped an arm around me and led the way to two open chairs. “Who knows what kind of wait we’ve got ahead of us. Best settle in.”
And that was what we did. Waiting patiently for three hours—making Ham the winner of the bet—until Slick came out to tell us Hunter James had arrived.
“You’re sure this is it?” Ace asked, binoculars pointed on the house.
It seemed pretty self-evident. The place was ostentatious. I knew from pulling the building records it had eight bedrooms, ten baths, and a fucking indoor pool. Seemed like every light in the damn place was on despite the fact that no one was in any of those rooms. This we could see because not one of them had blinds shut.
It was also built with its back to hills that eventually became mountains. Chances were, this choice was for privacy. There was a fair amount of distance between this house and any others. The hills blocked off access from one side.
Unless, of course, you rode something slim enough to navigate the narrow paths on them.
“Certain,” I told him.
“How’d you find this place?”
“Kuznetsov’s accountant needs better passwords.”
The man did too. Disregarding the fact that he was filing taxes for a man with more power and money than sense, no one handling that kind of sensitive information from anyone should have their daughter’s name and birthdate as their password for damn near everything. Getting into his accounts was the only way I was able to trace the not-so-short trail through offshore accounts that had Kuznetsov’s cash paying for the monstrosity of a house we were looking at.
If the not security savvy accountant wasn’t willing to take big bucks to handle the affairs of a dick like Kuznetsov, I might have dropped him the friendly advice to step up his game.
“You think they got a line on Yeltz?” Ace asked.
“Yeltz is off the grid,” I explained. “Everything. Regular scheduled charges are coming from his accounts under Louis, but nothing that requires the man in person. Could be he’s already setting up elsewhere, or it could be that Kuznetsov’s men were too close and he went to ground. If he was settin’ up, he’d dismantle everything that was Louis. Wouldn’t want that there to trace back to. Louis isn’t gone, so I’m guessing Yeltz hasn’t gotten far. Not easy to find ground deep and dark enough to hide from the fuckers Kuznetsov has after him. We could go lookin’ ourselves, but those men know dark better than we do.”
“So, you’re thinking we’ll have better luck getting Yeltz out once they grab him?” He didn’t hide his doubt.
“I think Kuznetsov is cocky, but not that smart. This place has a vulnerability. We just have to find it, and it’ll be easier to do that when he and his personal guard aren’t here.”
“Personal guard,” Ace scoffed under his breath.
I couldn’t agree more.
“East side, check out the ground,” Ace said after a minute, passing over the binoculars.
I focused in on where he’d indicated and noticed exactly what he was pointing out. A gravel path, wide enough for a car. There was an attempt to work it into the landscaping, but it was obvious. That was, it was obvious until it hit a tree line. Then, it purposefully veered in a turn that would take practice driving so the path didn’t stand out.
“We need to find out where the access point for that is,” Ace said.
I didn’t respond, but felt the grin on my lips.
Fucking got him.
It was late when I stepped into the apartment. Roscoe came my way the moment the elevator doors opened, barking and growling. That dog was already protecting Ember, even in a place he wasn’t overly familiar with.
I bent to give him a rubdown. “Good boy,” I murmured low so Ember wouldn’t hear if he’d woken her. She wasn’t big on him barking at anyone who came in. I thought that was jacked, so I was going to see if Roscoe and I could form our own understanding.
After a minute, I instructed him to go lay down so I could find my woman.
Before I could head to the bedroom, I saw a box on the kitchen counter. Ember must have noticed it downstairs and brought it up.
I knew what it was without opening it and that knowledge had my dick getting hard.
A few minutes later, I entered the bedroom. Ember was spread out in bed, her somewhat groggy eyes on me.
“There you are,” she said in a sleep-heavy voice.
She needed sleep and I’d let her get it, but that would be later. Much later.
I moved into the room until I was standing against the foot of the bed.
“Come here, pet,” I gave the quiet order.
There was a widening of her eyes that told me she understood. When she moved, she was coordinated, awake. She crawled down the bed and knelt on it in front of me.
“I got you something.”
I pulled the lavender leather from my back pocket and lifted it in both hands so the metal, heart-shaped ring was upright. Reaching back, she pulled her hair up and out of the way. Situating the heart so it was centered on her slim neck, I leaned in so my mouth was right at her ear while I secured the buckle.
“I’ve never collared a woman before,” I said, allowing my lips to graze her ear as I did.
She shuddered, and I hoped she understood what I meant.
I’d bound women with a collar on their neck. I’d restrained them with one so they couldn’t move their head. That wasn’t what this was for.
No, this was a statement, even though she would only wear it when we were alone.
It said she was mine.
My Ember.
My pet.
Stepping back, I saw she had one hand resting delicately on her own neck, her fingertips on the leather and metal.
“How does it feel?”
She looked up at me without tilting her head, just her eyes coming up to meet mine. It made her look innocent. It made me want to sully her.
“Like I’m yours,” she responded.
I hooked my finger into the metal heart, having to press into her neck a bit to do so. I’d secure the collar tight enough that she would feel it, but did it with care. I tugged her forward and up, forcing her to rise onto her knees and stretch up toward me.
“Good girl,” I praised before taking her mouth.
I kissed her long and deep, feeling her air run out. Even when it had, she didn’t try to pull away from my tongue. She just laved it with hers affectionately, trusting me to release her when it was time. She didn’t even gasp for air when I let her go. She took a breath and that was it. Meanwhile, she watched me, waiting for what was next.
Without releasing my hold on her collar, I pulled the second, longer piece of lavender leather from my pocket. With a click, I latched the leash onto the metal heart.
“Come,” I commanded, and it wouldn’t be for the last time that night.
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nbsp; She climbed from the bed and walked behind me as I held the leash. I wasn’t pulling her. I didn’t need to, and I didn’t want to. She followed me across the hall into the second bedroom gladly.
I took her to the side of the room, to a drawer where what I needed was stored. I rifled through it, taking my time to build her suspense. I heard her intake of breath when I produced a bottle of lube. Facing her, I gave a little tug on her leash to get her to look up at me. When I had her eyes, I wrapped both arms around her, sliding one up under the nighty she was wearing and into her panties until I could run my finger between her ass cheeks.
“We’ve played back here, but I haven’t asked. Have you taken more than the plugs I’ve given you here?” I let my finger slip in to the first knuckle as I asked.
“No,” she said on a small gasp.
Fucking perfection.
“I’m going to take this tonight.” I wriggled my finger a bit, but didn’t press in further with her unprepared.
“Yes, sir.”
I placed a kiss at the corner of her mouth, then led her to the door again. From over my shoulder, I saw her looking somewhat despondently at the room we were leaving behind and I fucking grinned. She wanted that kind of play, and she’d get it, even if she was thinking otherwise. The leather adorning her neck was all I needed to give it to her.
Bringing her to the bed, I reeled her leash in to get her lips. Just a quick taste as I pushed the straps of her nighty off her shoulders and let the thing drop to the floor.
“Lay down,” I told her before giving her the lead to do so.
She settled in the center of the mattress, her body language revealing she was ready to move as I instructed. Grabbing a pillow from above her, I settled it beneath her head. Above all else, she needed to be comfortable.
In Ember’s case, being comfortable enough to give this to me meant something different than most. To give her that, I grabbed her wrists. Her eyes flared as I held them above her chest in one hand. She thought I wasn’t going to bind her. She wanted to be.
I brought the leash straight down from her neck, leaving some room before wrapping the leather around her wrists and up a bit onto her forearms. She could move her hands no lower than her breasts.
After a quick minute to discard my clothes, I climbed onto the bed and positioned myself so I was kneeling between her legs. Ember, whose eyes hadn’t left me once, was taking in every inch of me, her gaze lingering on the inches she’d be taking.
I dipped my thumbs under the sides of her panties and pulled them off. I could smell her wet pussy with the fabric gone and I had to grip my dick to keep from losing control. With two fingers, I rubbed against her and felt just how wet she was. I didn’t waste another fucking second before sinking both inside her slick cunt. She mewled, rotating her hips and pressing against me.
“You’re soaked,” I praised. “Thinking about my cock in your tight ass makes you hot, doesn’t it, pet?”
“Yes,” she moaned.
I struck with my free hand, landing a smack so it would sting against her clit.
“Yes, sir!” she corrected on a cry.
Instead of rewarding her, I pulled free of her grasping pussy. She made a noise of protest, but I focused on pouring lube onto my other hand. I thrust two fingers back into her pussy at the same time I pushed one right through her tight ring of muscle and fully into her ass. I moved both hands together, filling her up completely before backing off. As the clench of her ass around my finger lessened, I pushed another in without breaking the steady rhythm I fucked her with.
“Oh God,” she chanted on the same beat.
She was fucking cute, losing her mind when we weren’t even close to all I’d give her. My cock was throbbing, but I savored it. I knew now how sweet that touch of masochism could be. When I sunk inside her, taking her ass for the first time, I knew it would be the greatest fucking feeling.
On that thought, needing her to be prepared to have me, I pushed a third finger into her lubed hole. She tightened up, trying in a small way to pull away from the invasion.
“Push against me,” I coached her.
She did, easily taking what I gave once she relaxed. Our play up to that point hadn’t been minimal. I’d been teasing myself by playing with her, prepping her for this moment painfully slow. Now, with her ass slick with lube, her pussy drenched and wanting, and the way she shifted her hips into my hands, I knew she was ready.
I took my fingers from her pussy first, using the wet digits to massage her clit while I finger fucked her ass hard and fast. Her cries grew heady, her hips churning with desperation. She was right at the cusp, but she wasn’t going over. She could come when she had me buried deep—not before.
I took both my hands from her, glorying in the agonized sound she made. In a rush, I slid on a condom and slicked lube onto my aching cock before moving into her. Still kneeling, I lifted her hips as I inched forward so her ass was up on my thighs. I went back to teasing her clit while I gripped my shaft and rubbed the head of my cock back and forth between her cheeks.
“Are you ready for me, pet?”
No hesitation at all before she answered, “Yes. Please, sir.”
Please, sir.
Fuck. She was begging for me to take her ass. I was only too fucking happy to comply.
Lining myself up, I pressed in carefully, minding the angle and being sure not to go too fast. The position wasn’t the best. To make it easiest on her, I’d have her straddle me, but I had to have a mind to what got her the hottest, what made her lose any inhibitions and just feel—that meant tying her, taking her. So, I did, but I did it with care.
She was so fucking tight, tighter than anything I’d ever felt. I wanted more than anything to bury myself deep and fuck her until she screamed.
“Alright?” I asked, though it was through clenched teeth. It felt too good. I was going to lose it.
“More,” she begged.
With another little thrust, I was in to the hilt. The pleasure was blinding. If I let go of my control, I could come without moving an inch. She was perfection, pure and simple.
Then, she made perfection even more incredible by being greedy. Her hips churned and a moan came from her lips.
That was it, the moment I lost control.
Arching over her, I wrapped my hand around the length of the leash between her neck and hands and yanked on it, bringing her head up. Her eyes came to mine, the blue glazed over with her desire.
“Take me, pet.”
She didn’t get a chance to respond. With long, smooth thrusts, I fucked her. Each churn of my hips went faster and I was fucking thrilled they were accompanied by her moans getting louder.
Soon, I was taking her fast and deep. It was so fucking good. Her tight ass, her delirious eyes, my collar locked around her neck. She needed to come. I needed to feel her spasms around my cock as I unloaded.
I attacked her clit with quick fingers, working her into a frenzy. I could feel it coming over her and it was going to destroy us both.
“Come,” I demanded on a roar, already feeling it at the base of my spine.
Her cry pierced the air, that first clench squeezed my dick, and I was gone.
It felt like I was lost in her forever, wave after wave. When it finally left me, I could barely breathe.
“Oh my god,” Ember said on a hoarse whisper.
She was so fucking right.
It took a long time for us to come down, for me to pull free of her cautiously, but Ember was too worn out to care. I dealt with the condom and returned to her curled up, her arms still tied. Releasing her wrists and giving them a rubdown to be sure she was good, I detached the leash and threw it aside.
Ember was already drifting off, unconcerned with removing the collar. Taking in the sight of her in it, I decided it could wait until morning. It didn’t bother her and I wanted to fall asleep with the sight of that leather on her neck, claiming her as mine.
Soon, as soon as the fucking thing could
arrive, I’d add more leather to her collection to show the world the same.
The call came in the middle of the night. I was awake, going over the intel we’d gathered over the last few days.
The access road that went around back of Kuznetsov’s place was more complicated than we could have guessed. The entry to it was nearly five miles away and the route itself was circuitous. Ham had finally found it by being a crazy motherfucker and going on foot, sneaking down the hillside from where we’d been watching, through the trees, and then walking a path through the darkness a few yards away from the road. When he surfaced, I had to pull up the GPS on his phone so we could find him.
Since then, we’d taken shifts watching the house and that access point. If they brought in Yeltz, we had to be ready.
This meant, when my phone vibrated beneath my pillow—a place I’d taken to keeping it so it wouldn’t wake Ember—I was on it as soon as I could get the bedroom door shut in my wake.
“Yeah?”
“Daz and Tank got him,” Stone reported.
“Where?”
“Taking him out behind the farmhouse. Kuznetsov comes looking, he’ll go to the clubhouse. Couple of the guys are grabbing what we’ll need.”
“Right.”
I didn’t wait or fuck around. I hung up, got my ass dressed, and got on my bike. I didn’t like leaving Ember there alone, but it was something I had to do.
The farmhouse was a big old house on scenic property that had been left to the club by a former president. Brothers lived there at their whim. I’d been there a while before I leased my apartment a few months ago. The property was nice because it was removed, quiet. At least, it was quiet depending on who was living there.
But I wasn’t there for quiet.
I rode through the paths on the property, leading to a shed in a far corner from the house. Several of the brothers were standing outside the structure, arms crossed and facing off with Roadrunner.
What the fuck?
I watched Daz move from the line to the shed door and knock. “Hurry it up,” he shouted through it.
