Kaylin's Pursuit [The Black Iris Club 1] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic)

by Skye Michaels

  Their rare filet mignons with braised asparagus and Caesar salads were served quickly. Jack was apparently a regular, and as the building owner, got preferential treatment on a crowded Friday night. Kaylin was enjoying herself. She didn’t get that many fancy dinners out, not because she couldn’t get dates, but because she was extremely picky about those dates. Her experience with Paul had taught her a hard lesson. Jack was a great conversationalist, interesting and interested. A lot of guys just wanted to talk about themselves, impress the girl, and close the deal. Well, Jack had already closed the deal, and he was still interesting and interested. Nice to know.

  “We should probably wander back upstairs. I think I’m going to need to bump our scene up a little tonight, Kaylin. It wouldn’t look right if I wasn’t trying to move a new sub along, push her boundaries a little. Remember, you still have your safe word and colors so don’t get nervous. Okay?”

  He looked so concerned that she felt she had to give him something. “Jack, I trust you. Do what you have to do.” Then she gulped. “Within reason, of course.” Then she grinned. “And Del is watching your every move with a jaundiced eye.”

  “Don’t I know it. Maybe that’s the creepy feeling I’ve been getting.”

  “I doubt you would let Del intimidate you. I don’t think that’s it. I think our guy was in the club.”

  * * * *

  Jack pulled Kaylin into the main dungeon. He kept a tight hold on her arm and whispered, “We’re on, babe. Don’t forget what I said.” Then he said in a louder, but not loud, voice, “Sub, that’s it. I am done discussing this. That is topping from the bottom, and I don’t put up with that, especially from a new sub. I think you’ve earned a punishment.” He could see Kaylin’s apprehensive look, and that was good for their purposes so he let it stand. “Get your cuffs, leave your dress and shoes in the closet, and assume the position. And you had better not be wearing underwear tonight. We’ve discussed that, and it’s against club rules. Don’t keep me waiting, or you won’t be happy with the results.”

  “Yes, Master.” She really did look scared.

  He stood by, watching her perform the tasks he’d set, and when she was kneeling at his feet, he proceeded to lecture her about “topping from the bottom.”

  “Okay, now to the spanking bench.” Her eyes popped wide open at that. He had stung her butt with the crop a couple of times and landed a few sharp smacks, but he hadn’t spanked or paddled her yet. It would be interesting to see how she reacted and also if it got any reaction from their unknown watcher. When she was bent over the padded sawhorse with her wrist and ankle cuffs secured to the legs of the piece of equipment, he said, “Are you ready, sub? I’m giving you five this time. Count for your Master.”

  He landed the first sharp smack on her bare bottom. It had been a good, strong contact, and he knew it had to sting like a bitch because he felt the sting on his own palm. He felt a little bad about it, but he had also been anxiously waiting to get his hand on that fine butt of hers. He did love to spank a sub’s nice round ass. If that made him a kinky bastard, so be it. He waited for her to count. When she gasped but said nothing, he said, “Count, sub, or we will start again from the beginning.”

  “One, Master.” He proceeded to warm up her ass, alternating the next three smacks across both of her cheeks, and finishing with a final sharp slap at the bottom of her butt. The crease at the backs of the thighs was always a tender spot. This time she yelped, looked over her shoulder at him, and gave him a dirty look.

  “Do you need some more, sub? Dial down that expression.” He punctuated his statement with one more cracking smack. He could see that she was not anywhere near coming. He had hoped she would find the spanking sensual as many subs did, but it looked like he was going to be disappointed there. He stepped up close behind her and slid his hands down over her red butt and over her pussy, spreading her lips. She wasn’t wet. He’d have to fix that. He knelt down between her thighs and commenced licking and sucking her pussy but avoided her clit. He’d save that until she was desperate. “Sub, no coming until I give you permission, unless you want me to top off your spanking. I think it’s time you started to learn some discipline.” The only response was Kaylin’s angry hiss. He gave her another light slap on the ass and then rubbed the red globes. He could feel the anger pulsing through her system. She couldn’t protest too strongly unless she was willing to blow her cover. He’d better make her come hard, or she was going to go for his nads when he let her up off the bench. He leaned down and whispered in her ear, “Sorry, Kaylin, but we needed to do this. It is expected.” He stood back up. He continued in a normal voice. “What’s your color, sub?”

  “Green, Master.” So, she wasn’t willing to give up on this yet. Good. He was far from ready to give up—on this or on her. Then she hissed under her breath, “That was not five, it was six, you bastard.”

  “Good girl.” He smiled and went back to playing with her pussy. Slowly he began to feel the sweet silk of her moisture coming up from her center. Thank goodness. He had been worried there for a couple of minutes that she would fail to respond to him. He would hate to punish her and not give her pleasure as well.

  Jack got serious between Kaylin’s thighs. He teased her velvet folds with his tongue until her sensitive bud was pulsing and begging for his attention. He watched as silky moisture flooded her sex. He’d been waiting for that, and he smiled in anticipation. He laved her moist pussy and when he thought she was at the very edge he said, “Come for me, Kaylin.” He felt her shudder as the deep timbre of his voice vibrated against her center. She whimpered and then gave it up. She came like a tropical storm as the spasms rippled through her body, still suspended helplessly over the spanking bench. He opened her cuffs but left her suspended. He lightly kissed the delicate skin on the inside of her thighs and then planted a kiss on each of her red cheeks. “I want to be buried inside you, sub.” Those words were meant for her ears only.

  When she was coming down from the orgasm that had flashed through her body, he checked one more time. “Color, subbie?”

  “Purple, Master.”

  “Yeah. Me, too. Hang in there, Kaylin,” he said quietly. “I’m going to carry you into a theme room for your aftercare. Check out the room over my shoulder and see if you can pick out the watcher.” He picked her up and left the dungeon. Once they were inside the theme room he asked, “Did you see anyone suspicious?” He sat down in the big chair, pulled a light throw over her nude body, and cuddled her into his chest.

  “No, I couldn’t tell. Truthfully, nearly everyone in the dungeon was watching us. If you ever consider doing that again, just bear in mind that I carry a gun in my purse and I’m not afraid to use it.”

  He grinned. “If I ever do it again, I’ll definitely bear that in mind. Baby, you wouldn’t shoot me. I was worried I’d get a knee in the balls, but not a bullet.” He brushed her hair back and kissed her temple. “Relax. The hard part is over for tonight. How about a night cap on the terrace? Did you bring some clothes for the weekend or do we have to stop by your place tomorrow morning?”

  “I haven’t decided to stay. I’m mad at you.”

  “You have, too, decided to stay. We talked about that last night. Kaylin, getting your butt paddled once it a while is just part of the BDSM scene. Truthfully, a lot of women love it. If I hadn’t spanked you, it would really have looked strange. Besides the people who know me well are aware that I love that and wouldn’t pass up an opportunity.” She grumbled under her breath, but she snuggled up against his chest like she meant to stay a while. He loved that, too.

  * * * *

  He watched as Brown left the dungeon with the cop in his arms again. He didn’t fucking like that at all. He had figured that bastard, Brown, was getting a piece of that when she hadn’t left the building Wednesday night. He had been crouched behind a car in the garage waiting for her. Shit. He had planned to have a piece of that cop bitch himself. Now, he wasn’t sure if he wanted Brown’s seconds. The
reason he’d been so interested in Lucy Evans was that Brown had warned all the members off her, and he knew he hadn’t dipped his wick in there himself. And then the bitch had blown him off. If she had given it to him, he might not have killed her. Doubtful, but possible. Oh, well, he still might take a taste of the detective. He wondered if cop pussy was any different from other pussy.

  Chapter Eight

  Aboard Jack Brown’s boat, The Black Iris, on the Intracoastal Waterway, in Fort Lauderdale, Florida, Saturday morning, July 19, 2014, 10:15 a.m.

  After breakfast cooked by Jack in the apartment’s state-of-the-art kitchen as Kaylin watched, they did morning laps in the pool and made love on the sunny deck. He thought he could seriously get used to having Kaylin around. She was easy company, but not too agreeable, which was a nice change. Sometimes he thought women would say, “Of course, Jack, anything you say,” if he told them to jump off the roof. He wanted a challenge, not a doormat, even though he also wanted a submissive. Sometimes he confused himself, never mind anyone else.

  “Why don’t we take The Black Iris out for a run up the Intracoastal? We can stop for lunch somewhere.” Jack loved his thirty-two foot Sea Ray, but didn’t have as much time to enjoy it as he would like. “I’ll call the Marina and tell them to top off the tanks and have her ready at the dock.”

  “Oh, that sounds like fun. I’d love a day out on the water.” A smile spread over Kaylin’s slightly freckled face. Her glossy, dark brown hair was pulled back in a bouncy ponytail, and she wore a pair of snug denim shorts and a white blouse over her bathing suit with a pair of well-used boat shoes.

  He quickly loaded several bottles of cold water, some fruit, and snacks into a cooler. They dressed and took the express elevator down to the fourth level garage. Jack opened the door to his black Escalade and helped Kaylin climb in. He admired her butt and long, tan legs as he did that gentlemanly chore. Life is hard. He saw Kaylin checking out the red Ferrari parked in the next spot. “That’s mine, too. She doesn’t get enough time on the road either.”

  “I guess being a business mogul and playboy is extremely time-consuming.”

  “Very funny. I actually do work for my living, you know—the buildings, the club, various other business interests, family obligations. None of it takes care of itself.”

  “I was just kidding. Sore spot?”

  “Not really, just a little touchy I guess. People think this all just fell into my lap. Yes, I started with my trust fund after college. I could have blown it all on good times and bimbos, but I built a solid business foundation in this town instead. I have another building near the courthouse, several deepwater houses that I rent out, the club, and interests in a couple of bars and restaurants. I don’t manage those. Too time-consuming. I concentrate on managing the club and the real property.”

  “I can see you’re a busy guy. Let me thank you again for your cooperation in this investigation. We appreciate it.”

  “No thanks are necessary. I want Lucy’s killer caught as much as you do. He did this shit in my house. I’ll do whatever I have to do to see him go down.”

  They parked the car in the lot at the Pier 66 Marina and walked out to the slip. He could see Kaylin admiring the lines of The Black Iris. She was a beautiful vessel. He hopped aboard and put a hand out to help Kaylin.

  “Wow, Jack. She’s beautiful.”

  He backed The Black Iris out of the slip and headed out to the channel in the Intracoastal Waterway and then headed north. The sun was bouncing on the water. The wide waterway was a sparkling highway for boats of all shapes and sizes that separated the mainland and the barrier islands that formed the Fort Lauderdale beach area.

  Jack was thinking of lunch at some outdoor restaurant on the waterway, a couple of beers, and a leisurely cruise back to Pier 66. Then they would call for takeout and spend the evening in bed. He wanted some serious alone time with Kaylin Gallagher. As much as he enjoyed the club, he wanted her to himself tonight. He hadn’t worked out why in his head yet. He just knew that was what he wanted.

  They pulled into Bootlegger, a dockside restaurant with outdoor tables and a sunny pool on the deck. The hot wings and cold beers were excellent, and they spent the afternoon watching baseball and drinking beer. Jack was well known around town and their table was visited by numerous old friends of both sexes who hadn’t seen him in ages.

  After he had paid the tab and they were back aboard The Black Iris he said, “What do you think about skipping the club tonight? If we want someone to think we are actually in a relationship and not an undercover op, wouldn’t it seem more natural to skip a night here and there?”

  “That might be true, but we don’t know if the killer has actually been in the club every night to see us. The night we might skip could be the one when he shows up. I think we should at least make a short appearance just to cover the bases. I can tell Del not to bother coming in—that we are only going to be there for a short while.”

  “Okay. We can do a walk-through, say hello to a few people, and then cut out. Think about what you would like for dinner, and I’ll call Takeout Taxi, or we can have Morrison’s send something up.”

  * * * *

  Kaylin and Jack watched the sunset from the rooftop deck, swam, and lay on the chaises reading. Kaylin couldn’t remember when she had spent a more relaxed and fun day. Jack was great to be with—just the right mix of Dominant, alpha male, in his element, and an attentive gentleman. She had enjoyed the boat and the afternoon at Bootlegger, and frankly, being on Jack’s arm. He was gorgeous and sleek as a panther. She had to admit she also enjoyed pulling his tail just a bit, and she could tell he loved it. Her last little quip had gotten to him though, and he had rolled over and pinned her to the chaise with her wrists caught in one big hand above her head while he spread her legs wide with his hips and settled in. When she gasped, he took her mouth and kissed her until she was breathless. God, the man could kiss. She hoped she wasn’t getting in over her head here. She didn’t want to anticipate the situation, but she could see that a relationship with Jack would be a daunting undertaking. Just the BDSM element gave her pause for thought. Could she handle Jack Dalton Brown on a long-term basis? She wasn’t sure. She thought she might like the opportunity to try. Time would tell.

  They had decided that a pizza with everything except anchovies would be the perfect supper to end a day spent out on the water so Jack called for a delivery. They ate on the deck, showered, and changed into dungeon clothes for the promised walk-through. Del had argued with her at first but then had agreed that it might be a good idea for them to be scarce for one night. It seemed he wanted this gig to be over and done with as soon as possible.

  Kaylin changed into another of Chloe’s sub dresses, a pair of high wedges, and pulled her hair up into a sexy, messy bun on top of her head. She could tell she looked good as they walked through the club greeting members by the way heads turned to watch her, but she didn’t feel the “watched” feeling she’d had on other nights. Kaylin knew she was nice looking. She worked hard on her body, both for vanity’s sake and because she had to be fit for the job, but she had never garnered this much attention.

  Walking a pace behind Jack, she also saw the envious and covetous looks that followed him. She wondered if he had any idea of the feelings he stirred in other hearts, or if he was just used to it and gave it no thought. She imagined that might be difficult to live with. Maybe that was why he was a little standoffish with certain friends—or maybe they were just acquaintances—and open and friendly with others. She had met some guys he’d grown up with and gone to school with, and those meetings had a totally different warm vibe with male back pounding, wrestling, and outrageous insults. She could pick out the guys who were just people he knew through business dealings, and those meetings had a cool vibe.

  After they had spent about an hour making the rounds of the dungeon and the sitting area, they drifted toward the private entrance to Jack’s apartment and quietly disappeared. Kaylin felt the j
ealous looks of several subs piercing her back as they left, but nothing that smacked of a “purple” feeling. They had drinks on the deck and went to bed early where they did not go to sleep.

  Kaylin awoke early on Sunday morning. It wasn’t completely light yet and there was a blanket of fog, or it might be cloud cover, over the deck outside the wall of glass. Kaylin reveled in the feel of Jack’s hand curved possessively over her pussy. It gave her a warm feeling in the pit of her stomach—not to mention a buzz in her clit—and a tug around her heart. She kissed him on the throat before she started to carefully roll away for a trip to the bathroom. Jack’s hand snaked out and pulled her back for a sleepy morning kiss.

  “Mornin’, baby. Where you goin’?”

  “Bathroom. I’ll be right back.”

  “You’d better. I have plans for you.”

  As Kaylin was slipping back into the warm bed, her cell phone buzzed on the bedside table. Shit. That was the ringtone assigned to dispatch at BSO. Her heart lurched. This couldn’t be good news.

  “Gallagher.”

  “Detective. I have a call out for you and your partner. He’ll meet you at the scene. DB, female, dumped outside a Dumpster behind a fetish club in Pompano.” Kaylin took the address down.

  “I’ll be there as soon as I can. Has the Crime Scene Unit been called out?”

  “Yes, ma’am. On their way.”

  Jack was watching her as she disconnected the call. “What’s up?”

  “I have to meet Del at a scene in Pompano. Another dead woman, left next to the Dumpster this time, outside a fetish club. I believe it’s the same club where one of the prostitutes was found last month. There are a couple of those clubs on Federal Highway.” She pulled on a pair of jeans and a top and slipped into her boat shoes.

  Jack was doing the same. “I’ll drive.”