Casey

by Claire Marta

  Thankfully, there was no blonde ATF agent to be seen.

  They filled a plate and took their coffee and went upstairs to the choir loft, wishing to observe from an elevated space where they were most comfortable.

  Iosefa checked his phone. “Zana reports that Casey and Morgan are still at their apartment. Which is good. Casey keeps threatening to shoot us with her gun—although I sense it is an idle threat.”

  “Agreed,” said Malik. “She claims that she wishes to remove our balls, too.”

  “Have you noticed that her aggression is forever pointed in our direction? Her attitude is never that bad with the others.” Iosefa selected a cake from their shared plate.

  “She’s like a lioness. Aggressive before mating. Perhaps she needs to be pinned down by the neck and held before she can be mounted. Or we could bind her to a St. Andrew’s Cross. We’ll need to learn how to use floggers and single-tails and canes. She seems to enjoy pain.”

  Iosefa nodded. “I noticed.”

  Casey’s list of hard and soft limits was very enlightening. Malik was still processing what he’d read, trying to reconcile his knowledge of the Casey they’d met with the submissive she became at The Secret Garden Club. “Her job with the ATF is very stressful. And dangerous. I’d prefer that she find another line of work and let other Special Agents handle the assignments that she is being given. I fear for her safety, especially if we are not allowed to keep watch over her. If we were her Doms, we could order her to quit. Who knows? She might actually listen.”

  “I fear that she’ll stay in the ATF until she finds her brother’s murderer. She’s determined to see justice served.”

  “She is driven,” Iosefa agreed. “But she is also submissive. If we were her Doms, she’d be living with us and her roommate would be with Zac and Aiden.”

  “Casey will never kneel for us until we prove ourselves worthy of her submission. We should speak to Tobias,” Malik decided, suddenly inspired. “We need his permission to build a dungeon at the Citadel. Zac wishes to do shibari with Morgan and we could add Casey’s favorite equipment and toys.”

  Iosefa heaved a sigh. “First, we must learn to use them. I had hoped they would have things here, but this is more like a reception than anything. We will have to find a kink club if we are to observe.”

  Sensing someone behind them, Iosefa turned to see an older woman join them in the choir loft. She moved with the grace of a dancer and was dressed in Bohemian style, with layers of scarves and stacks of bracelets. Her curly shoulder-length blonde hair was caught back with a scarf headband that matched the cornflower blue of her eyes.

  She smiled softly. “I see you made it. Malik. Iosefa. I’m Precious Pet.”

  Setting aside their drinks and the plate, both men quickly stood in the presence of a lady, submissive though she was.

  “It is nice to meet you.” Iosefa extended his arm in greeting. “Forgive us for being away from the crowd. We are used to observing others.”

  “Ah. Voyeurs. We have several here, but everyone’s kink is different.” She took his hand and shook it. “You should do whatever makes you the most comfortable.”

  Malik glanced over the rail at the people below. “To be honest, we are not really sure where to start, as we told you in our messages.”

  “You told me that you wanted to learn to be Dominants, that you have no experience with kink. Forgive me for overhearing, but you already have a particular submissive in mind...?”

  “Yes,” Iosefa confirmed. “She belongs to a club. We’ve never been to one. We have much to learn if we are to stand a chance at winning her submission. She can be very stubborn.”

  Precious Pet grinned. “Trust me. I understand. And I agree. You have much to learn before you’ll be able to handle her. There’s a club that I belong to. I can only bring you once after you’ve been vetted but that’s not nearly enough time to see things, let alone experience them. But I have an idea. I’m on the Board of Directors, which is made of Dominants and submissives. We hire floor monitors to maintain a safe play space for our members. As a monitor, you would be observing scenes. Watching the crowd. Making certain that play is safe and done without interruption. Occasionally, someone will need to be corrected or removed, but it’s rare. You’ll mostly be present. Your height and build are deterrents enough. Has either of you done any security work? Bodyguards? Law enforcement? Mall cops?”

  “We’re rehabbers,” Malik told her. “But we’ve… um… been volunteering in a neighborhood watch program, patrolling the area where a homeless man was recently killed.”

  “I know the case,” she said. “Sad. So very sad.” Her blue gaze settled on Iosefa and her brow furrowed slightly. “I know you,” she said, laughing with delight. “You’re The Cowled Crusader. Your picture went viral on the internet. It’s a good thing masks are required at the club. Are you interested in my offer? It will get you one step closer to your ultimate goal of winning a certain permanent submissive.”

  Malik held up a hand, wishing to speak. “May we know the name of the club?”

  “It’s called The Secret Garden Club. It’s very exclusive with an elite clientele. Discretion is a must. Masks are worn. Play names are used. You’ll need to choose ones for yourselves if you agree.”

  Iosefa looked at his partner. Malik grinned.

  “Consider us in.”

  They stayed and chatted with Precious Pet some more before accompanying her downstairs, where they mingled with the others and listened to stories. By the time they left for home, they were satisfied they had made the right decision.

  Precious Pet emailed the job application forms to complete and return when they reported to work the next day. Monday night couldn’t come fast enough.

  Malik and Iosefa spent time considering what play names to use in the club. They settled on Moses and Aaron. They were on their way to the promised land, after all. A place where they could observe Casey in her submissive persona and in an environment where she felt safe.

  They took a truck and arrived early as directed. A valet dealt with their vehicle. The receptionist was expecting them, and a member of security escorted them to the employee’s changing rooms located away from the ones for the general members. They stowed the coats that they’d worn to hide their outfits and were shown to an office.

  Precious Pet was wearing a white kitten mask and a white latex bodysuit. She nodded her approval at their black leather fetishwear—Dom leather pants, bare chests, and executioner’s masks to minimize the chance of recognition. They’d oiled their skin for added effect, making it gleam in the incandescent lights. If they’d had more time, Malik could have made their outfits. As it was, they’d had to order from a local shop online and pick up their purchases after work, changing at the store before heading here.

  Tobias did not know.

  Zana did. One more secret to keep. Iosefa did not like that they had burdened him so, but they needed someone to confide in. Any cadre member would have sufficed. Zana happened to be in the right place at the wrong time.

  Precious Pet rose from her chair behind her desk. “I’ll show you around before it gets too busy.”

  Everywhere they went, the other staff members seemed happy to meet “Moses and Aaron”. The first floor of the mansion had a reception desk outside the front parlor used for socializing. Further back were members’ changing rooms, individual rooms for public scenes, and a former ballroom filled with BDSM furniture and equipment and used as a hall of kink.

  The basement held overflow storage and laundry facilities. Catering was done from the kitchen in the back. A first-aid room was stocked and a medic was on standby if needed.

  The two upper floors consisted of private offices and playrooms. The back servant’s stairs led to the live-in housekeeper’s quarters and closets full of linens and extra toys, cleaned, sterilized, and ready to use.

  Precious Pet stationed them in the ballroom, where they could see the most kinds of play. They’d been on duty for may
be half an hour when Precious Pet entered with a cat-masked Casey on her arm. The blonde ATF agent’s hair was caught up in two ponytails. She wore a tight, white blouse unbuttoned enough to show her cleavage, a sinfully short plaid skirt, a white garter belt, white thigh highs, and six-inch Louboutin heels.

  Malik and Iosefa were speechless. They’d never seen her in anything like this before and it had them hard as steel to observe her in it now. This was not the Casey they knew. She was a completely different woman.

  She smiled at their new boss before trotting across the hall through the crowd of people. They were meant to watch for trouble, but their gazes kept gravitating to where she was.

  They were surprised to see Casey approach a Dominant male wearing a bear mask. From his size and build, he worked out with a personal trainer. Judging by his narrowed eyes, her forward behavior was brazen for a submissive, but he seemed willing to overlook it when her body language spoke of sexual interest.

  Words were exchanged.

  Knowing they could not interfere, Iosefa watched the Dom lead Casey towards a sturdy wooden table. Halting before it the Dom grabbed one of her ass cheeks and began to palm it. The material was raised with the movement, revealing a lacy white thong.

  Iosefa’s cock throbbed at the sight. She was temptation itself yet his training kept him rooted to the spot. Studying the scene was the key to understanding what she needed even if it made them jealous.

  Biting her lip, Casey smiled coyly at the Dom, her blue eyes sultry through the slits of her cat mask. Reaching, he massaged her ass and squeezed it, then bent her over the table. She went willingly, relaxing her supple body against the wooden surface. The Dom flipped up the hem of her skirt, letting it rest on her lower spine. Next, her panties were tugged down past her hips and left hanging between her knees.

  Malik made a small groan in his throat. Iosefa wanted to growl at the sight of Casey’s bare bottom on display.

  She was beautiful.

  Perfect.

  And she was giving her submission to someone else.

  Precious Pet stepped into place beside them.

  “Moses. Aaron. Watch, and you’ll see that ‘Dora’ has a very high level of pain tolerance. Few submissives can handle the punishment that our Russian Bear, Master S, doles out. Ooh, he’s going for the cane. She must have been a naughty girl to warrant it. She’s a pretty thing, isn’t she? Just lovely. Still looking for a Dom, though. She plays some with Master S but she’s not his submissive, just his bottom for scenes. Truthfully, she’s so strong, I don’t know any Dom who can handle her. She may need two.”

  The first blow fell. Iosefa schooled himself not to flinch. Not to react. This was Casey’s choice. Casey’s scene. She’d played with Master S before. She knew what to expect. As much as they wanted to protect her and shield her from harm, she wanted this pain. She needed it and the catharsis that came with it. BDSM would allow her to achieve a healthy release, even if her body paid a price.

  Red welts bloomed on her fair skin. Stripes crisscrossed her flesh. At one point, she cried, shoulders shaking and tears falling as she sobbed. To hear it was wrenching but far worse than that was watching the Dom gather her in his arms and hug her against him. He petted her hair and whispered in her ear, too low for any human to hear but not for them.

  “We’re going upstairs,” he murmured darkly. “You know what I want.”

  She met his gaze and nodded stiffly.

  The Russian Dom lifted her into his arms and carried her from the room.

  Precious Pet frowned.

  She didn’t like Master S any more than they did, but it was Casey’s choice to go with him and there wasn’t a blessed thing that they could do about it.

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  Casey winced as Ivan lowered her to her heels in his private room. Her backside was aching from the caning that he’d dealt her.

  She’d worn the schoolgirl outfit tonight because she was feeling bratty. With the right attitude, a punishment was just waiting to happen. Finding Ivan, she’d wanted to play even though they needed to talk. Knowing that he was Bratva made the experience that much more titillating. This is a man who’d killed and had people killed. His blood-stained hands had wailed on her with a cane. He was merciless. Brutal.

  And she loved it.

  Sick, she knew. But there it was.

  She wanted someone stronger, tougher. Someone who wouldn’t baby her or think her weak. He was as close to her idea of a perfect Dom as she’d found but she would never be his submissive. He was a loose cannon. One wrong move with him and she’d be resting by her brother.

  “On the bed,” he ordered. “On your stomach. I’ll get the arnica cream.”

  Slipping off her heels, Casey limped to the bed and assumed the position. The flood of endorphins she’d experienced was ebbing, and she was feeling a little shaky.

  The side of the mattress dipped. Ivan removed her panties completely. Tugging them down her legs, he raised her short, pleated skirt. Large fingers rubbed the cream gently into the abused flesh of her ass which was still pounding from her punishment.

  “I’ve spoken to my boss,” she started.

  “And?” Ivan’s fingertips grazed the cleft between her buttocks.

  Casey moaned into the pillow, her fingers clenching the edges. She was wet. Needy. It was always the same around this dangerous man.

  “He’s agreed to your terms.” Glancing over her shoulder, her eyes met his through the slits in his mask. “We’ll help you find your leak. You give us your boss. I’ll pose as your girlfriend when you need one.”

  Rogers hadn’t been happy that Ivan had requested her and refused to work with anyone else. It had been fine for him to dress her up like a doll for Vegas and make her be Mendez’s arm candy. Now a high-ranking Bratva officer was giving them a way in. Posing as the Russian’s girlfriend had gone over like a ton of bricks.

  Rogers didn’t like that Casey would be the agent they’d be relying on, but if they wanted the head of the organization, he knew that he had to allow it.

  Casey had felt a small sense of smugness. He’d made her life difficult from the day she’d joined. There was a sense of payback that had been a long time coming.

  “How are you feeling?” Ivan rumbled. He raked his nails carefully along the cane marks, sending darts of sensation to other parts of her body.

  Pressing her thighs together, Casey closed her eyes. “Sore, but I’ll survive. I need the details of the auction you mentioned.”

  “Da, but you do not want to give your bosses misinformation. There is still a chance it might be changed or canceled. I will contact you the day it is being held, once I know things are confirmed.”

  Frustration made Casey give a small growl.

  Ivan chuckled. “Kiska, put away your claws. I will need you to pose as my girlfriend at the auction and the fight we will use as a cover.”

  “I’ll have to wear a disguise.”

  “Dye your hair.” He captured a lock of blonde from one of her pigtails and coiled it around his finger. “Red hair, I think. Where you shave, you won’t need to do your pussy, just your eyebrows.”

  She tilted her head away. The strand slid from his grasp. “That’s one part of me that won’t be on display when I’m undercover.”

  “True, only here, eh?” Amusement danced in his gaze. The hand caressing her behind dipped between her legs, testing her wetness. “You took my cane so beautifully without complaint, far harder than some of the other subs I’ve played with. You deserve a reward.”

  Casey groaned at his confident touch. Ivan teased along her seam before easing a digit inside her. Pumping it in and out, he began to finger fuck her.

  Still on her front, she eased her legs further apart to allow him better access. He pumped his arm harder, making her writhe against the blanket.

  “Say the word, kiska, and I’ll replace it with my cock.”

  Casey whimpered, desperate and needy. She could imagine what his length would feel
like invading her body. He’d probably be as ruthless as when he played.

  A second finger joined the first, then a third, stretching her.

  She clutched at the pillow. A keening cry left her throat. “Ivan…”

  “You are so stubborn. It makes me burn, wanting you even more.”

  A thumb settled over her clit, the teasing circles made with practiced ease.

  Her insides tightened, her core gripped by sensations that threatened to overwhelm her. She was hurtling toward the breaking point when Ivan slowed everything down.

  Whimpering, she dropped her head forward. “Please.”

  “I like it when you beg, Casey,” he rumbled, his voice laced with huskiness.

  Oh, God. Was he going to stop completely? Turning her head, she sent him a searching look. Brown eyes gleamed behind his mask.

  The pressure on her clit returned, fingers sliding into her pussy with enough force, it bordered on pain.

  Everything exploded at once.

  She came on his hand. Her walls gripped his fingers, spasming around them, drenching them in her juices. She ground against his knuckles, wishing she was grinding on his cock instead.

  “Christ.” Casey blew out harshly, her body still spasming, her pussy still milking his hand.

  “One day, kiska, you are going to say yes and I will claim this pussy of yours,” Ivan growled. Gently removing his hand, he brought the fingers glistening with her juices to his lips. Tongue sweeping out, he licked her taste from his skin.

  Christ on a cracker.

  Casey had all the good intentions in the world, but denying the Russian bear was proving to be a Herculean challenge. Still dazed from her extended orgasm, she had a sinking feeling that resistance might end up being futile.

  They cleaned up in the bathroom and redressed. Casey didn’t want to stay in his presence any longer than she had to. Another orgasm like the one he’d just given her, and she’d be begging to ride his cock.