Charming Colton (Surrender Book 8)

by Becca Jameson

  Watching Stephan flow around her, stroking her skin, teasing her into submission is just gorgeous. Every time he speaks to her, she nods. I imagine he’s checking in with her. Making sure she’s still on the same page. Consenting.

  Finally, he steps back and to the side and cups the globes of her ass, molding them, warming them up. The first swat takes her by surprise, and she whimpers as she sways forward.

  He plants one foot between hers and nudges both her ankles until she spreads them apart several inches. She’s panting. This is incredibly sensual to her. I’m oddly fascinated, but not aroused. Not as aroused as I would expect anyway. Not as aroused as Eve made me in the car with one simple whispered, yes, Sir.

  Stephan begins to spank her in earnest now, swatting back and forth, high and lower. I’m understanding about the sweet spot more and more because every time he hits that exact place where her butt cheeks meet her thighs, she moans.

  After a bit, her butt is delightfully pink and obviously hot. Stephan pauses every now and then to check in with her. They whisper quietly to each other. It’s very sweet and special.

  Leah is obviously aroused, and she can’t keep her legs parted to his satisfaction. He eventually says something in her ear that makes her nod and whimper. A moment later, I watch him attach a bar to her ankles and spread it wider so she can’t close them.

  While Stephan speaks to her the next time, he slides his hand down over her heated cheeks and reaches between them. The moment he touches her pussy, she tips her head back and moans. Her body stiffens. She’s desperate for release.

  Stephan spanks her several more times, but he begins to stroke her pussy in between swats. Not enough. Just the slightest touch. He’s edging her. It’s a beautiful sight. She’s sliding deeper and deeper into subspace. I’ve read about subspace. Now I’m witnessing it firsthand.

  Finally, Stephan stops spanking her, steps much closer so that his body is lined up at her side, his foot between hers. He wraps one arm around her waist, holds her steady, and reaches between her legs with his other hand to rub her pussy.

  She arches into him and comes moments later. I’m pretty sure he ordered her to. It’s the most amazing thing I’ve ever witnessed. Hands down. “Jesus,” I murmur, unable to stop myself.

  The man next to me, Craig, responds to me in a whisper, “You’re not kidding. She’s the most gorgeous creature I’ve seen in a long time. I’m humbled.”

  “Yeah. She is a sight to behold. That’s for sure.” Davis has witnessed her many times. For Craig and me, this is a first.

  Craig swipes a hand down his face and turns toward us. He smiles and extends a hand toward Davis. “Roman told me to join you two. Craig Darwin.” He keeps his voice low.

  Davis shakes his hand. “Davis Marcum.” He nods toward me. “This is Colt.”

  Craig grins as he shakes my hand. “That’s all I get? Just Colt? How mysterious.”

  I chuckle.

  Davis does too. “Hey, I’ve known him eight months, and that’s all I get too.”

  Craig nods as he glances around, apparently making sure we’re alone. “I’m just needling you. Roman told me to find you immediately if I notice anything remotely suspicious.”

  “I’d appreciate it. I’ll be wandering around trying to stay under the radar. I might even begin to fit in after a few days with Davis’s instruction.”

  “You must be a natural. I don’t think you look out of place at all.” He nods behind him. “Gotta get back to my post. I’ll see you two later.”

  “Thank you for doing this,” I tell him as he walks away.

  “Shall we wander?” Davis asks.

  I glance at Leah. She’s no longer attached to the cross. In fact, she’s now wrapped in a blanket and Stephan is carrying her out of the room. Her eyes are closed and her face is blissful. “Aftercare?” I ask Davis.

  “Yep. He’ll take her to a quiet room and give her water until she pulls herself out of subspace.”

  “How long does that take?” I wonder how this works for Eve.

  “It’s different for everyone. Leah can rebound fast. She’ll be dressed and back at the front desk in no time.”

  “What about Eve?”

  “Well, it’s different for her. She doesn’t go to the exact same place as Leah because she doesn’t get sexual gratification from a spanking. But it’s similar. She still slides into subspace and needs snuggling and fluid replacement. I’d say it takes her about fifteen minutes or so to feel oriented.”

  I nod. Everything about this experience is eye-opening. “Like I mentioned at lunch, I don’t think her normal dynamic exists with me.”

  Davis grins. “I can’t wait to witness this.”

  “You’re not helping,” I point out.

  He chuckles softly. “Sorry. Tell me more.”

  “We haven’t had sex yet, but we came close last night. She wants to, but I’m worried because she doesn’t step out of her little space.”

  “That’s okay. Not everyone does. As long as it doesn’t bother you.”

  “It doesn’t bother me. I’m concerned that she’s out of her element and might make choices she wouldn’t normally make. I don’t want her to have regrets.”

  “You’ve been in her home five days, Colt. Surely she knows her mind.”

  I run a hand over my head and sigh. “Maybe. I just feel like I’m a catalyst in her life, inadvertently causing her to step out of her comfort zone.”

  “And you’re worried about her recovering after you’re gone.”

  “Yes.”

  He lifts a brow. “Maybe don’t go?”

  I groan. “You know that’s not an option. Can we not go there now? I need to deal with the present right now. A present that includes a woman who wants to have sex with me.”

  Another chuckle from Davis. “What a horrible problem to have.”

  I can’t help but smile. He’s right. I’m overreacting. If Eve’s life has been shaken up in any way, it was meant to be. Surely she wasn’t living authentically in the first place. After all, her complicated world leaves no room for a permanent relationship. She deserves to have someone in her life who knows all her sides. Someone who loves all of her.

  That someone can’t be me, but opening the door to the possibility hopefully won’t hurt her. Right?

  We wander from one scene to another for a while. The club is filling up now. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Owen arrive. I’ve been watching for him. Though I’ve seen him several times outside of the club, coming and going from both Surrender and his bar, this is the first time I’ve been able to study him closer.

  He looks like an ordinary enough guy. Nothing about him screams criminal. Not that there’s a particular look per se, but it takes a very disturbed human being to sell another into sex slavery. I do not get that vibe from Owen. I’m also not going to rule him out. I hate that he recently started spending time with Eve. It feels like too much of a coincidence that someone called in a tip about her in the same time frame. It worries me that Owen might be involved.

  I know from Roman, Julius, and Davis that Owen is a newer member. He greets several people as he works his way through the growing crowd of patrons. Every step brings him closer to the hallway that will lead him to Eve.

  It doesn’t matter that I really don’t think Owen is a deranged madman, I still hate that he’s going to dominate her tonight while I watch. I need to watch someone else with her for personal and professional reasons, but I don’t have to like it.

  Davis and I pass by him and head for the daycare so that we are casually milling around near the fenced area when he arrives.

  Eve glances at me so briefly no one else would have noticed. She goes back to coloring.

  I watch her closely, my chest tightening. If someone would have told me a week ago that I would enter into a relationship as a Daddy to someone who enjoys pretending they’re little, I would have laughed them out the door. But that was before I met Eve. She’s such a delight to be around. So
genuine. I think that’s what tugs at my heartstrings. She’s authentic. Precious.

  I set a hand on the fence and grip it as Owen arrives and enters the daycare area. I hope the level of my stress is not apparent to anyone else around.

  Britney skips over to the fence and leans up on tiptoes to hug Davis over the side. He smooths her hair back and cups her face, speaking to her in a low tone that makes her smile and nod. Finally, she leaves him to hurry back to her coloring. Lucy is still with her, but Eve is standing now. She takes Owen’s hand and lets him lead her out of the daycare.

  I don’t look at her directly, nor she at me. I can’t. Nor should I. Damn, this is harder than I expected. I shouldn’t feel this possessive of her. It’s irrational and dangerous. How many days will I get to spend with her? Single digits? Maybe two weeks tops?

  Besides the fact that my heart is going to be ripped out when I get reassigned, I’m going to hurt her too. I feel guilty, but I can’t stop myself.

  Davis steps in front of me as Eve and Owen disappear out of sight. “You okay?”

  “Nope.”

  He grins. “I didn’t think so. Gonna be able to fake it?”

  “Yep.” I have to.

  “Let’s go then.”

  He turns around, and I follow him. For the next few minutes, we pretend to wander and observe while Owen and Eve talk in the far corner of the room. I’m not quite sure what to expect. “Any last-minute words of wisdom?” I ask Davis.

  He shakes his head. “Not really. I’ve watched Eve many times. She’s going to have a mock tantrum of sorts, and Owen is going to spank her. Afterward, he will hold her for a while, then she’ll go back to the daycare.”

  I nod. It sounds so simple when he lays it out. How the hell do other men do this? Besides the fact that Eve has told me couples do scenes with other people at the club, I can’t see it myself. I’ve watched several couples come in and go their separate ways. I’ve seen them touch base with each other and wander off again. It’s intriguing. It doesn’t feel like something I could do. Share? Share Eve? Fuck no.

  If she were mine, which she is not. But if she were, and even if she needed to be dominated as a little with no aspect of sex involved, I still wouldn’t be able to share her. I’d move mountains to make sure I could give her what she craved without her needing something from other people.

  Several people gather around Eve and Owen before he nods that direction.

  “Why are so many people watching? They haven’t done anything yet,” I whisper.

  “They know what’s going to happen. They want to watch. It’s like a performance.”

  I draw in a deep breath and release it slowly as we merge with the crowd. My gaze takes in everything. There’s a spanking bench in the center of a matted area. It’s simple. Nothing more than a padded place for the recipient to put their knees with a second padded platform for them to lean their upper body over.

  Owen and Eve are done talking. He’s standing near her, his brows furrowed, rubbing his chin.

  “They’re starting,” Davis murmurs.

  I’m not sure how he knows this but I take his word for it.

  “What did you say, little girl?” Owen asks.

  Eve sticks her tongue out at him, crosses her arms, and stomps her foot. “I said no. I don’t want to go to school today. You can’t make me.”

  Even though at least a dozen people have gathered to watch, it’s very quiet around me. A palpable hush.

  Owen narrows his gaze further. “Evelyn, that’s enough. I can make you, and I will. The question is, do you want to get in the car now, or would you rather I spank your bottom until you’re convinced?”

  I gasp when he calls her Evelyn instead of Eve. I hate it. I should have been prepared for that. Davis told me she lets Daddies call her by her full name, but hearing it coming from Owen makes me cringe.

  She humphs dramatically. “I’m not going.”

  He steps closer. “I guess that answers my question. You’re going to have a long day explaining to your friends and your teacher about why it hurts every time you sit.” He takes her by the arm and leads her over to the bench.

  I can’t breathe. This is nothing like how I play with Eve. It’s completely fabricated. It’s exactly what she told me to expect, but somehow it was hard to imagine since she doesn’t fake her little when she’s with me.

  “On your knees, little girl.”

  Eve struggles a bit but it’s all for show. Owen eventually lifts her off her feet and sets her on her knees on the padded section. “Lean over.”

  She grumbles but obeys him. “Fine.”

  Owen presses between her shoulder blades until she relaxes fully against her chest over the bench. It’s angled so that her head is lower than her butt.

  My gaze shifts that direction, and I take in the fact that her dress is no longer covering her panties. It can’t. It’s too short. And it doesn’t matter because Owen lifts the hem and pulls it high up her back.

  Now I know what’s under that dress. This pair of panties is not like any of the others I’ve seen her wear. They’re plain white cotton. Something about that makes them even sexier.

  Eve squirms, but to me, it’s still fake. I’m not sure if her actions seem more authentic to other people, but I’ve been living with this woman for almost a week. Sleeping in her bed. Cooking for her. Holding her on my lap.

  I shake the possessive thoughts away. They have no place here. I’m intellectually aware that she’s performing with Owen, nothing more. She’s not attracted to him sexually, and she’s not going to get off from this spanking. At least I sure as fuck hope not.

  A slight panic emerges from my depths as I suddenly worry if I’ve inadvertently unleashed something new inside her. Maybe she will get off on Owen’s touch this time. Maybe now that she’s had a taste of submitting sexually she’ll feel those same responses to Owen.

  “Down, boy,” Davis whispers. “Seriously.”

  I draw in a breath and rein in my impulse to stop this nonsense. It’s not my place. This is what Eve wants, I remind myself. I can’t deny her this. I would never deny her anything. Never mind the possessive instinct I’m feeling. I must shake it off. I have no right to feel the angst I feel right now.

  Is she going to enjoy this the same way she did last weekend? Has our time together influenced her in any way? Enough that maybe she won’t be able to get into the scene like she normally would?

  I feel like an ass, hoping my latest idea is correct and she hates submitting to Owen tonight. I pray that something has shifted in her over the past week and she doesn’t crave this kind of thing anymore. Or at least that she won’t after tonight.

  I’m going to spank her sweet bottom myself later tonight. It’s going to be sexual. She’s going to come hard. Then I’m going to fuck her until neither of us can see straight. I’m so confident that I’m cocky.

  Owen smooths a hand over her butt and pulls her panties down to expose the globes. My globes. Jesus. I knew this would be hard, but I’m in over my head.

  “You want to walk away?” Davis asks quietly.

  I shake my head. I’m going to watch. I’m not a jealous boyfriend. Good God.

  I flinch when Owen lands the first swat. He hasn’t even struck her very hard yet. He’s warming up.

  She has her legs squeezed together, so no one can see her sweet pussy. I’ve seen it. I’ve tasted it. I intend to again. Tonight even. But first I need to endure watching her scene with Owen.

  The man is following all the usual protocol. He has checked in with her several times, whispering in her ear. He is fulfilling the fantasy she has requested of him.

  It’s hard to grasp that she also meets him for coffee or drinks as a friend. How bizarre. She hasn’t met up with him since I moved in with her on Monday. I’m not sure how I would react if she wanted to see him outside of the club now that I’m in the picture. On the flip side, how the hell am I supposed to observe him and ensure he’s not a suspect if she doesn’t sp
end time with him?

  I really need to get a better bead on the large man who stalks her and follow his ass. ASAP. It would help if I at least knew who the asshole was.

  As Owen lands a firm spank, I flinch and force myself to pay closer attention. It’s hard to see Eve’s face from where I’m standing. I should have thought of that and chosen a better spot, but it would draw too much attention to me to do so now.

  She flinches every time he swats her, but I don’t see evidence she’s aroused. Granted, how the hell could I know from here? And her thighs are pressed so tightly together that she might be doing so because she’s aroused. She’s not squirming though.

  After a few more spanks, Davis winces.

  I jerk my gaze to him. “What?” I whisper when I see his face.

  “She’s off tonight. Not into it,” he murmurs.

  I look back at her. I have no idea how he can tell. But I’m glad. Pleased as punch.

  Owen pauses and squats down near her face, his hand on her back as he speaks to her. She shakes her head a few times. He rubs her back. Finally, he scoots closer and lowers his face farther. Inches separate them.

  I stiffen.

  Davis touches my arm. “It’s fine,” he whispers. “Trust me.”

  I do trust Davis. I also trust Eve. Hell, most of me even trusts Owen. But what the fuck?

  Finally, Owen stands and rounds behind her as she lifts her upper body so she’s kneeling but no longer leaning over. She reaches down and pulls up her panties. Owen helps her to her feet and wraps her in a hug. He smooths his hand over her pigtails.

  I grit my teeth.

  When Owen leads her away from the bench, I watch them go, but don’t move.

  “Stay put,” Davis insists.

  I nod, but it’s hard to do as he suggests.

  In a moment they’re out of sight and the crowd disperses.

  Davis is grinning at me. “You broke her. You stud.”

  I don’t think this is funny. I scowl at him. “I didn’t do shit. What the hell are you talking about?”