Jack bent down and whispered in her ear. “Okay. Time to put on our show. Trust me, Kaylin. I won’t hurt you or let anything happen to you. You might get a red butt, but nothing serious.”
A red butt? When was that discussed? Before she could voice an objection, he pulled her tight to his chest and ground his mouth down on hers in a serious kiss that shook her to her core. Well, that was one way to shut her up—and it worked, at least for the moment. When they came up for air he said, “Remember, trust me.” He pulled her toward one of the sets of hanging chains. “Wait here for me, sub. I’ll be right back.” He went to one of the closets along the wall, rummaged around for a minute, and came out with two sets of fleece-lined cuffs. What the heck? Why two sets? When he returned to her he quickly put one set of the cuffs on her wrists and checked them for fit. Then he put the other set on her ankles. Shit. She had cuffed hundreds of suspects. She hadn’t been cuffed herself since her time in the police academy. She didn’t think she was going to like this, but she kept her game face on as he attached her to the hanging chains like the woman she had seen earlier. Thank goodness she had seen that other woman. It gave her an idea of what to expect.
“There are many pleasurable things I want to show you, Kaylin, but it’s too soon for most of them so let’s start slowly. I don’t want you to be scared this first time.”
“As you wish, Master.” She didn’t know if she was supposed to respond to his statement. He had told her not to speak unless asked a direct question. All this protocol for something that should be simple was confusing.
“Don’t be afraid. Remember to trust your Master.” He reached for her wrists and fastened the cuffs to the chains he had just shown her. Kaylin couldn’t help but be a little apprehensive. He adjusted the length of the ceiling chains until her high-heeled shoes were just touching the floor. “Spread your legs. I’m going to cuff your ankles as well and fasten them to those bolts on the floor,” he said as he proceeded to secure her to the floor as well. Now Kaylin was beginning to get a little nervous. She didn’t know if she should be glad Del was behind the bar or not. She really didn’t need her partner seeing her like this.
The dungeon had a rather scary, gothic feeling, but then she supposed that was the whole idea. Jack had removed his vest, and the overhead spotlights cast shadows on his impressively muscled body. That just made the atmosphere all the more intimidating. Kaylin began to breathe more heavily, and she tried to control her respiration as her level of excitement—or was it fear—ramped up. The uncertainty of what would come next was having a definite effect on her. And then Jack reached out, slid the zipper that ran the length of the side seam from under her arm to the hem of her dress down, and stripped the dress off her body. I’m in nothing but a thong and high heels, chained to the floor and ceiling, with my legs spread wide open. It was strangely exciting and scary at the same time—not to mention embarrassing—and her pussy was beginning to throb. Yikes.
Jack walked around her examining her all-but-naked body as though he owned it. She sure as hell didn’t like that—in her mind—but her body seemed to like it fine. She felt her breasts begin to swell and her nipples harden to little nubs. He ran his hands over her prominent breasts and down over her round bottom. “You please me very much, sub. You have a beautiful body.”
Jack quickly administered a stinging slap to her ass. She gasped. “Hey!”
“Quiet, sub. You forget yourself.” He ran his hand down over the red handprint on her ass and soothed it. He brought his hands back up over her breasts, which were standing out at attention, and jiggled the soft mounds. He smiled. Obviously he was enjoying this situation, and it showed clearly on his face.
Jack pulled the short riding crop out from the back of his jeans where it had been tucked. How had she forgotten about that little item? He ran the crop down her back, over her butt, and over the backs of her thighs. He flicked a sharp little stinging strike with the end of the crop against her right butt cheek. She gasped and jerked away. She looked at him questioningly but this time she had the control not to speak without permission. She might be getting the hang of this. She didn’t know what he had in mind, but he did have a crop in his hand. That gave her at least an inkling of his intentions. Oh, she really was not going to like this, and she couldn’t protest. If she did, the jig would be up, and this undercover operation would be blown on the first night.
“Please, Master.”
He leaned in close to her ear and whispered, “Are you okay, Kaylin? What’s your color?”
She had to think a minute. Could she go on with this? For Lucy Evans? “Green, Master.”
“Good girl.” He administered a slightly harder strike again to her right butt cheek. Oh, boy. That stung, dammit. She didn’t know if she would be able to control her reaction, and then she remembered why she was there. She was not a wimp. She could take this. The beatings she took in training were a lot tougher than this, and she wasn’t being slammed down on the hard floor over and over.
He ran his hand down the length of her spine and over her ass again, and this time the crop struck her left butt cheek. The strike was sharp but was really not very painful. The cumulative effect of them would sure as hell hurt though. Kaylin was beginning to breathe heavily, and her heart was pounding with excitement. Jack looked directly into her eyes as he ran the leather-covered shaft of the crop between her legs and over her pussy which was still barely covered by the thong. She knew she was wet between her legs. She had never experienced anything like this in her life. She began to moan in earnest. Lust sparkled in her blood like bubbles in fine champagne. She really didn’t know what to make of this whole experience or of Jack Dalton Brown. She had said she didn’t think a woman could enjoy this, but obviously she had been wrong.
Kaylin felt the throb between her legs intensify almost beyond bearing. She couldn’t close her legs to tamp down the spears of pleasure that ran to her pussy. She realized she was helpless and at his mercy. She was helpless and all but naked, and it didn’t seem to matter. She was focused on Jack, on the Master, and what he was doing to her. Everything else had faded away. Finally the tremors between her legs built to a crescendo, and she could hold back no longer. She screamed as the orgasm ripped through her body. The aftershocks rocked her to her very soul. She hung from the chains now, unable to stand.
“Let’s take this into the theme room. I think we’ve given them enough of a show for tonight.” Kaylin gasped as he released her cuffs. He pulled her back against the front of his body and held her tight for a moment, letting her steady herself. Her clit still pulsed with desire, and his steel-hard cock pressed against the small of her back. Then he swung her up into his arms and walked from the dungeon back toward the theme room they had occupied earlier. She tucked her face into his neck. She was glad to be leaving the public arena of the dungeon. Being on display like that in such an intimate moment was disturbing but exciting at the same time. She was as confused as she had ever been. This whole experience and BDSM were confusing.
* * * *
Jack swiped them into the theme room and immediately headed for the big chair. He had some aftercare to administer. He didn’t think Kaylin had been expecting her spontaneous reaction to the scene or to him. He had to wonder just how much he had affected her versus the drama of the dungeon and the watching members. He hoped it was him and not just the situation. He pulled a silk throw off the back of the chair and wrapped her in it. He cuddled her close to his chest. “Rest now, baby. You have to settle down. That was an intense experience for a beginner, and it was public. You did very well. Your Master was proud of you.”
When they had rested awhile and Jack cautiously checked her pulse and gave her a drink of water, he stood up with her still in his arms and walked out the door back down the hall to the entrance to his private apartment. He swiped the key card reader and put his hand up to the palm plate beside it. He pushed open one of the double doors and stepped into the apartment.
The moonligh
t was pouring through the floor-to-ceiling windows. He walked across to the door in the glass wall and carried her out onto the terrace. He put her down on one of the big chaise lounges beside the lap pool. There was a steady but warm breeze on the rooftop terrace. “Do you want something else to drink? Are you hungry? I’m going to get you a robe. We’ll pick up your dress later.”
“No, thanks, nothing to drink. I’m fine right now—trying to process what just happened. That was really rather extraordinary.” She pulled the silk throw closer around her body. “I would definitely appreciate the robe. I’m feeling a little exposed.”
“No problem. I’m not going to keep you naked and a prisoner.”
“Ummm…I didn’t think you would.”
He walked back into the apartment and returned a few minutes later with the promised robe and a crystal glass with dark golden liquid over ice “I can definitely use a drink.” He sat down on the chaise beside her and held his glass to her lips so she could take a sip. “So…do you think you want to try that again tomorrow?”
She slipped into the thick white terry cloth robe. “We’ve gone this far. It would be a shame to give up on it now. Did you notice anyone paying particular attention to us tonight?”
“Babe, every eye in the dungeon was on us. Everyone is always interested in what I do in there, but we put on quite a show. I don’t know if we caught the attention of the killer—if in fact he’s a member and was here tonight—but it certainly caught everyone else’s attention. I think you’re a natural.”
“Come on.” He thought he detected a pink flush on her cheeks. He would love to know what she was really thinking and feeling.
“No, really. For someone with no sub training to just fall into it like that is very impressive. I wouldn’t discount the ‘submissive’ thing if I were you. I’d say you were a good actress, but I felt the tremors of your orgasm flashing through your body. That was not acting.”
“Now you are embarrassing me.”
“There is nothing to be embarrassed about. Sex is a natural body function and a great gift. You gave your trust to me tonight, and I appreciated it—undercover op or not. I hope you’ll let me take you a little further tonight—like to my bed in the other room.”
“I don’t think that would be appropriate…”
“Babe, nothing about this is appropriate. Why stop now?”
* * * *
Kaylin didn’t know what to say to that. Her body was still buzzing with the aftereffects of their scene in the dungeon. She hadn’t come like that in a long time, if in fact she had ever come like that. A few hours ago she would have said it was very unlikely if not impossible that she would react favorably to the whole D/s thing. Now she wasn’t so sure. Was it Jack Brown or was it BDSM? Or maybe a bit of each?
She sat thinking about what had happened here tonight. The stars were peeking out between the wispy strands of light cloud cover, and the moon, which was no longer full, was shining off the ocean in the distance. What did she want to do? Jack wasn’t a suspect in the case, but he was a person of interest. Did she want to explore Jack Dalton Brown and the pleasure she was sure he would bring her? Or did she want to be politically correct and walk away? She knew what she wanted to do. She knew what she probably should do, but she didn’t think she was going to do what she should.
“If we go into the other room, Jack, I can’t let whatever happens there affect the case. I have to do my job no matter where it leads. Can you live with that?”
“Baby. Whatever you find out is not going to lead back to me. I can assure you of that, so yes, I can live with that.” He stood up and took her hand. They walked back into the apartment and to the double doors leading to the master bedroom. She had seen it the other day, but in the dappled moonlight, the white silk bed coverings seemed to glow. This time the bed was neatly made.
“Can I ask you a question?”
“Sure, baby. What?”
“Mikaela. Are you and she…”
“No. It’s very casual between us. Sometimes when we both are between relationships we get together. Neither of us is emotionally invested. I’m not the dog you seem to think I am. Just because I enjoy the BDSM lifestyle does not mean I am without morals or scruples or common decency.”
“I didn’t mean to hurt or insult you. I just wanted to be sure I wasn’t interfering in someone else’s relationship. It’s happened to me, and I won’t do it to someone else.” She had a flashback of her vision of Jack and Mikaela rolling around on that enormous bed. She closed that vision out of her mind. She was here tonight, not Mikaela.
He turned her into his arms and took her mouth in a burning kiss that seared all the way to her center. Without disengaging from the kiss he walked her backwards until her knees were against the side of the bed. Jack slipped the robe off her shoulders and it dropped to the floor. He quickly dropped his black jeans on top of the robe. The moonlight gleamed off his sculpted, muscular body. He was a stunning sight. He pushed her gently, and she bounced on the soft mattress. He followed her down until he was cradled in the V of her thighs. She felt the thickness of his erection against her pulsing center, and she opened to him—opened her body, her mind, and possibly her heart.
Jack seemed to sense the moment and looked into her eyes. She wondered what he saw there. Some of the possibilities were not attractive. Was she being too easy? Did he think her desperate?
“Don’t overthink it, Kaylin. Just lay back and enjoy. I’m going to make this a night to remember.” He brushed her hair back from her temples. He kissed her cheeks, along her jaw, and his lips burned a hot trail down the line of her long neck to her breasts. He flicked her nipples with his tongue. He slid down on the bed until his mouth was over her center. He lightly flicked her clit and circled her female place with the tip of his tongue. His touch was so light she wasn’t sure she felt it. Then he plunged his tongue into her moist pussy and she sighed. Her body was still humming from her orgasm in the dungeon, and she thought that his touch was going to send her right over the edge again. She knew what she wanted this time. She shifted as she ran her fingers into his thick hair and pulled his head up. “I want you inside me this time, Jack. Please don’t make me wait.”
* * * *
Jack looked into her eyes to judge if she was ready for him, and he could see that she was more than ready. He reached into the bedside table and snagged a condom from the box in the drawer which he quickly donned. He pulled himself up and over her. His hard, aching cock was poised at her entrance. He gave her another moment to change her mind before he lay down between her spread thighs and slid into heaven. He felt her open and take him all the way in. Her surrender was sweet and he felt the quickening of her pulse as she wrapped her legs and arms around him. He couldn’t wait any longer, and he began the long, slow, deep strokes he knew would drive them both mad. She met his every thrust as she tried to hurry him along. “I’m going to go slow and easy, baby, until neither of us can stand it another second, and then I’m going to go hard and fast.”
“Cut to the hard and fast, Jack. We can do slow and easy later.”
He kissed her hard, and she raised her hips in the age-old invitation. Then he got busy. He plunged his hard shaft into her soft, wet warmth until he felt her blast over the edge, and then he followed her, several hard, grinding strokes later. He collapsed over her chest. He could still feel the orgasm rolling through her body. He had to rest and regroup a minute, but he didn’t want to smother her. “Baby? Are you okay?”
“Oh, Jack. I’m more than okay.”
He rolled off her, disposed of the condom, and pulled her into his arms. He tried to see into her eyes in the semidarkness. He smiled. He liked the satisfied and content look on her face. He liked the sense of ease he felt in his own chest. He hadn’t felt that easy, right feeling in a long time. He wanted to say something, but he didn’t think this was the time for a deep discussion. They both drifted off to sleep. He woke during the night and felt Kaylin’s back pressed up again
his chest. His arm was thrown over her waist, and his thigh was imprisoning her legs. He was hard again. He kissed her awake. He suited up, kissed the back of her neck, raised one of her legs, and slid into her from behind. It was time for the slow and easy. They both came with a satisfying, warm orgasm and slid back into sleep.
* * * *
When Kaylin awoke, the sun was just creeping up over the ocean, and the rays bouncing off the waves in the distance were blinding. She felt the bed beside her and found it was cool. She heard the rhythmic splashing sounds from the lap pool out on the terrace. Jack had left the doors open. He must swim early like she did. She got up and walked out to the terrace in time to see him pull himself up onto the coping and stand up. He was naked. His dark hair was wet and slicked back from a face darkened by a morning beard. The sun glinted off the water running down his body and highlighted his strong, masculine features. He looked like a Greek statue silhouetted against the rising sun. God, he’s beautiful. And last night was beautiful. She walked over to him and pressed her nude body up against his. “Yikes, you’re cold.”
He laughed. “The water cools off up here overnight. I guess it’s the strong breeze. If you think that’s cold, try this.” He picked her up and tossed her into the pool. She came to the surface sputtering.
“That was mean!”
He jumped back into the water and pulled her into his arms for a good morning kiss that rocked her world. The warmth of his big body against her cold skin was delicious as she wrapped her legs around his waist. She could get used to good mornings like this. She was warming up rapidly. “Don’t you worry that someone will see you walking around up here naked?”
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