by Meghan March
I’m aching for him. If I weren’t strapped down, I’d be climbing him and begging.
“Please—” The word comes out plaintive.
“What, princess? You need more?”
“Yes,” I whisper.
“You’re gonna get all you can handle. I promise you that.” He lands three more blows on my cheeks before tapping my inner thighs.
“Spread your knees. I want to see how wet my pussy is.”
His pussy. It shouldn’t send a shiver of pleasure through me to hear him declare ownership of my body . . . but it does. This is the man I never thought I’d be able to keep, but it seems he’s claimed me—which means I get to claim him. Keep him.
I’ve never wanted to keep someone like I want to keep Kane.
He reaches between my legs from behind, and the pads of his fingers slide through my wetness. “Always so fucking wet. So ready for me. You love this, don’t you?”
I attempt to hold back another moan, but it escapes as he pushes a thick finger inside me. “Yes.”
He fucks me with one finger until I’m nearing the edge of sanity, tugging at my restraints, attempting to free myself from this captivity. But, really, all I want is more of whatever he wants to give me.
And then he drags his soaked finger back from my pussy toward my ass.
“Tell me no if you want me to stop right now and leave this pretty little asshole alone.” He circles the tight ring. “Is that what you want, princess? For me to stop?”
I flex my hips, pushing toward his finger, seeking more pressure. But he thwarts me by pulling away and delivering a slap to my hip.
“Answer me, or we stop.”
“I don’t want to stop.”
“Are you sure?”
He steps away from me and I hear him tear something open.
“What are you doing?”
“That’s not the question, Temperance. I want to know how far you’re willing to go. How much you’ll let me give you.”
I struggle against my bonds.
“You can’t move until I let you out. Now, answer the question or tonight’s already over.”
“I want it all, dammit!” The words come out like a battle cry before softening. “Everything you have. I want all of you.”
He strokes my ass again. “Good. Because that’s exactly what I’m going to give you. Every single fucking bit of me. To the depths of my soul. You have me, Temperance. All of me. I’m going to show you.”
He drizzles something cold on my ass, and a shiver rips through my limbs.
“It’s lube, princess. Don’t worry.”
Before, that might have scared me, but I trust Kane with my body . . . and more. He smooths the slippery liquid over my back entrance before sliding something slick between the bench and my clit that immediately starts to vibrate.
“You’re going to come so hard you forget everything, even your own damn name.”
With the toy trapped against me, Kane circles my asshole, increasing the pressure incrementally before retreating. Finally, he pushes his thick fingertip in just far enough to breach the muscle before pulling back.
In short, he’s making me crazy.
“More,” I beg.
“You’ll get what I give you, when I say you’re ready for it.”
He pushes in more the next time, maybe to the first knuckle, but his finger feels massive. It’s the most decadent stretch I’ve ever felt.
“I’ve wanted to fuck your ass since the first time you walked into that room with your perfect little skirt suit and blouse. And then when you started squirming on the desk when that Dom told his woman he was going to fuck her ass . . . I thought you were going to come right there.”
I couldn’t block the memory from my mind, even if I wanted to. I squirm now, remembering just how intense that moment had been.
“He told her she’d been shaking her ass at other people, and he was going to show her who owned it,” I recall.
He pushes in deeper with his fingertip, and my nipples spike into hard points as my clit pulses against the vibrations coming from the toy.
“That’s how I felt earlier at the scrap yard. Watching you strut around in your ripped jeans and T-shirt, hair all wild with your bandana. He watched you like you were putting on a show for him, and it took everything I had not to come up behind you at that workbench, bend you over it, and show him exactly why he’ll never have you again.”
I should be seething at the scene he describes. How he wanted to show Elijah that I belong to him. I’m a self-sufficient woman and I may not need a man, but good Lord above, I don’t think there’s anything wrong with wanting one—or wanting to be manhandled every once in a while.
“What would you have done next?” I ask.
A deep growl fills the room as he pushes deeper into my ass with his finger, and the vibrator pulses at the same slow, steady rate.
“You want me to tell you exactly what I was thinking?”
“Yes,” I whisper. “Every dirty word of it.”
He bends forward with a groan and nips my ear with his teeth before continuing. “After I ran him off, I would’ve yanked your jeans over your hips and spanked that sassy ass until it was bright red from my hand and you begged for more.”
The slow and steady rhythm of him fucking my ass is driving me wild. I push against it, seeking more, and he obliges.
“Then I would’ve fucked you over that workbench until you screamed my name loud enough for the world to hear.”
His words ignite a fever in me and I buck against the toy, needing more. Wishing it were Kane filling me and touching me at the same time.
“I need more.”
His finger buried in my ass, he pauses. “You need my cock filling you, princess. That’s what you need.”
“Yes!”
He steps away again for another few moments before I hear water running and then another package tearing open. Finally, he turns, and I’m desperate for more.
“I’m going to plug your ass before I fuck you, so you know what it’s like to have both holes filled at the same time.”
The head of his cock notches against my entrance.
“Yes. Please.” My begging is getting out of hand, but I don’t care. I need more.
“Not yet.”
I hear the cap of the lube again and feel another drizzle on my asshole. Then he pushes something against my hole, and I tense.
“Relax, princess. It’s a little bigger than my finger. You can take it. Ready?”
I nod, but he doesn’t move.
“I need to hear it.”
“Yes. I’m ready.”
My nipples are hard enough to cut glass as the toy breaches my ass and slides inside, unleashing a wave of dark pleasure that feels so wrong, so dirty, and so delicious, all at the same time.
“Fuck, you look so sweet with that plug in your ass.” He presses against the base, and I shy away before pressing back harder. “My girl loves having a plug in her ass,” he says, and something within me glows at the praise.
Then I feel pressure again—this time, from the head of his cock at my entrance. But where before it felt big, now it feels massive.
“It’s not going to fit,” I whisper, fearing that my body can’t take him.
“It’s gonna fit. I promise.” He pushes in another half inch. “You’re so fucking tight, but it fits. You’re gonna strangle me with this sweet cunt, princess. Sweetest fucking cunt I’ve ever buried my dick inside.” He slides in the rest of the way and we both moan before going quiet, our lungs heaving.
It’s almost too much . . .
And then he starts to move.
“Oh my God!” I yell as my first orgasm detonates.
27
Kane
Temperance is fucking incredible, and when she goes wild, I’m afraid I’m going to blow in less than sixty seconds like a sixteen-year-old.
Her inner muscles clamp down on me as she rides out her orgasm, and the plug makes it even tigh
ter than normal.
“Jesus fucking Christ.” I fight to resist and just barely hang on. I’m not ready. In no way am I fucking ready to come. I still and focus on the rock wall in front of my face, breathing deeply in the same way I’d steady myself before pulling the trigger.
I reach between her body and the cushion and tug the vibrator free so I can finger her clit myself.
She’s drenched.
“More. Please.” Her head thrashes from side to side, and I wish I could see her face. Seeing Temperance on the edge is the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen, one I want to experience every night for the rest of my days.
Screw night. Afternoon, morning . . . I don’t care. I just want her.
“More.” She keens again, and I pull back and thrust, finding a steady rhythm that’s going to take us both straight to the edge.
I remember one more thing, and reach into the pocket of my jeans to palm the remote and press the button.
Temperance screams as the vibrator in the butt plug flares to life, adding a whole new level of sensation. “I can’t. I can’t. I can’t.” She thrashes her head from side to side, and I reach up to bury my fingers in her hair.
“You can. You’ll take it all, you understand me? I haven’t even taken that tight little ass myself yet. You can take this.” I fuck her with sure strokes. “You feel that?”
“Yes!”
“You want me to stop?”
“No!”
“Then you fucking take it all.”
“Yes. Kane, please!”
She screams my name and I’m lost. The chain of my control snaps, and I lose it. My cock tunnels in and out of her until she’s screaming my name over and over as she comes, clamping around my dick. My orgasm boils up from so deep, I’m afraid I’m going to break when it explodes.
Only my hold on Temperance keeps me standing up as I let go.
28
Temperance
After Kane cleans me up, he unhooks the bindings and massages my ankles and wrists before he helps me to my feet.
My body is still buzzing from the sensory overload, and it takes a moment before I’m able to focus on my surroundings.
Heavy wooden pieces of kinky furniture are placed about the room. Its medieval-looking rock walls create a true dungeon feel, despite the expensive oriental rug beneath our feet.
An open door to a wooden cupboard catches my attention behind Kane. Inside it are shelves filled with toys and bottles of lube, all in brand-new packaging, like a sex-toy store waiting to be plundered.
A small sink is tucked in next to it, partially hidden by a Chinese painted screen. Like the rest of the club, it carries an expensive, opulent feel, but this one is uniquely balanced with utility and practicality.
“So, this is the dungeon?” My throat is hoarse from yelling, and my question comes out with a rough edge.
Kane glances around like he’s seeing our surroundings for the first time. “It’s a private room. The dungeon is an open public space. But the club keeps the BDSM equipment largely down here.”
He grabs a sanitizing wipe from the counter by the sink and wipes down the bench I was strapped to.
“And what exactly is that called?”
He shoots me a grin over his shoulder. “A spanking bench.” He turns back to finish cleaning it. “I think we need one at the warehouse.”
A shot of reality twines with excitement. He’s talking about the future. Our future.
It’s something I’ve been afraid to think about since the first moment I worried I was getting attached to him, but now I’m starting to feel more comfortable with the idea. I’m not about to start picking out pillows for his couch, but letting myself picture us together a few days from now rather than just hours from now is a big change.
But I’m not going to let myself get too crazy. I still have a brother who’s in hiding because he screwed over the wrong people. Maybe it’s like an ostrich burying its head in the sand, but I can’t think about Rafe every minute of the day, because I feel so damned helpless when I do.
I lean into Kane, and his arm curls tighter around my shoulder.
“You like that idea?”
I recall he’s talking about the spanking bench and peek up at him from under my lashes. “I wouldn’t say no.”
The double whammy of his dimples hits me hard when he smiles. The man is more beautiful than he has a right to be, even if it’s in a rough, masculine sort of way that he’d never admit was beauty.
He’d be wrong.
“Now what?”
“Now we go home.”
* * *
The warm feeling I get from the word home lasts approximately ten seconds after we step out of the door of the room and into a wide hallway.
Magnolia rushes toward us. “You aren’t leaving here until you tell me what the fuck is going on. I deserve to know.”
Kane stills beside me. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Where is he? Have you heard anything? I deserve to know.”
I glance between the man at my side and the distraught woman in front of me. Her crimson corset is set off with a tiny black leather miniskirt. She’s practically vibrating out of her five-inch stilettos.
“Not here, and this is not the time.”
“You are not leaving until I have some goddamned answers. No one will tell me anything.” She skirts around us and shoves open the door to the room we just vacated. “I’ll have the valets slice every one of your tires, so don’t even try to walk out on me before I get answers.”
Kane’s expression, already unreadable, turns to stone. “You don’t tell me what I’m going to do.”
“You owe me.”
Kane’s jaw ticks, but he follows her inside the room with me in tow.
“She doesn’t know,” he says as soon as she shuts the door behind me. “But apparently you don’t give a shit, so you’re going to force the issue.”
My gaze bounces between them like I’m watching Forrest Gump play Ping-Pong. “Will someone tell me what the hell you’re talking about?”
“Your brother,” Magnolia says as she crosses her arms over her corset.
I stare at her like I’ve just learned English as a second language. “Wait. You and my brother . . .”
She lifts her chin. “You think he’s too good for me? Because you ain’t from blue blood either, last I checked.”
“Whoa—” I hold out both my hands, but Kane jumps in.
“Watch how you talk to her. She doesn’t mean a goddamned thing other than the fact that she’s surprised. Why wouldn’t she be? You’ve done a hell of a job keeping your pursuit quiet.”
“Pursuit? You make it sound like he was running from me. No one runs from Magnolia Maison. He should’ve been thanking his lucky stars that I had a taste for him.”
Kane tilts his head to the side. “And now here you are begging for information.”
“Because even though I told you I heard he jacked up delivering a load of human cargo, you didn’t tell me there was a price on his head, and that you took the contract, you motherfucker.”
“Wait. Human cargo?” I feel like someone punched me in the gut. “My brother is involved in human trafficking? I think I’m going to be sick.” My knees weaken, and I look around for somewhere to sit before I fall to the floor.
Kane wraps an arm around me and guides me to a chair in the corner, but his gaze is trained on Magnolia. “Was that really fucking necessary? Does that make you feel better?”
I look up at him. “Is it true?”
His expression sobers. “It’s true. And I’m sure that’s why he couldn’t finish the job. He couldn’t live with himself if he did. Your brother has lines too. We all do.”
“I can’t believe he would . . .” I don’t even want to think about it.
“Believe it, because he did. But now someone has to tell me what the hell is happening. Where did he go? If he ran, I’m going with him.” Magnolia sounds like a woman out of
her mind with concern. It’s all too much to process.
“Can we please go?”
“What? You can’t stomach the thought of things your brother does to pay the bills? Feeling a little high-and-mighty since you got that fancy paying job from Ke-Ke?”
I don’t know why Magnolia is pissed at me, but her tone flays me.
Narrowing my gaze, I focus on her. “You don’t know shit about how I feel right now. And how could you not tell me you were with Rafe? You draw me in here, telling me half-truths and giving me bullshit warnings. What game are you playing, Magnolia?”
She stiffens. “The only game I’ve ever cared to win at—life.”
“Enough,” Kane says. “We’re done here. I don’t know where he is. If I did, I wouldn’t tell you. Not here. Not now. Too many ears. Too many eyes. Besides, I don’t fucking trust you any further than I can throw you, Magnolia. So you’re gonna have to wait while we sort out this mess.”
“You son of a bitch—”
“We’re done.”
Kane pulls me to my feet and I follow him out of the room, wanting to put as much distance between Magnolia and us as we can before my questions start pouring out.
Instead of getting the hell out as quickly as possible, Kane stops short and I stumble into his back.
“In a hurry to leave, are we?”
It’s a voice I can’t quite place, but when I peek around Kane’s shoulder, I recognize the man. He’s the one from the night Magnolia gave me a tour of the common room, and she let his name slip.
Giles.
“Yes, sir. I’m showing them out, as they seem to have misplaced their masks.” Magnolia sweeps around me to stand beside Kane.
“Ah, Magnolia, darling. Were you being naughty and playing instead of working?”
The guy’s voice makes me want to jump in a hot shower and scrub until my skin turns pink.
“No. I’m enforcing club rules. If you’ll excuse us.”
Throughout this whole exchange, Kane never moves, but he also never takes his eyes off the man in front of us.
