He started to open his mouth, thought better of it and clamped it shut.
“Mark him canceled, refund him and pass his name and photo to the other clubs. You’re obviously in need of a severe refresher in the rules. Never manhandle a sub. Period. But manhandling one that’s collared?” Colin tsked, a slight wince on his face when he saw the stately blonde weaving her way toward them.
Word traveled fast when something went wrong. He sighed.
“Evan?” Dianna barely noticed the others, her gaze only on her partner, her sub. And the very angry bruise on his throat. “What happened?”
Reed closed his eyes. The tone was not only familiar, but sent most sane men running for cover.
She didn’t wait for an answer, her gaze and body turning immediately to the man on his knees between the pair of monitors.
“You did this? You assaulted my sub?” She demanded angrily.
“It’s been handled, Dianna,” Colin handed Alex the wallet. “His membership has been canceled and his photo will be circulated to the other clubs.”
“He wasn’t given an option?” Her temper sizzled just barely beneath the surface.
“What’s the option?” The man demanded.
“Two hours with me and a riding crop,” she informed him, dropping to her heels and running the crop she carried along his throat. “And you get to keep your membership. After a thirty day suspension.”
Colin pushed a long breath free. “Dianna, may I have a word, please?” He gestured to the far side, his back turned to the man watching the interaction.
“I want the option,” she said flatly.
“I’d like you to reconsider. For my sub. He’s employed by Earl Leonard,” he waited while the name registered. It was impossible to live in the area, or have access to the internet and not know about the story Vianne had done after the hearing. “He hasn’t recognized her, but it sent her into a panic. I know that is nothing compared to the insult to Evan…”
Dianna pushed a very slow breath between her perfect red lips. “Evan wouldn’t want me to do this. I know it. But…”
“I know. Seeing someone…anyone…hurt the one we love, shuts down the logical side of us. Believe me, I do understand. And because he’s your sub, you have the right and I’d give it to you. To be honest, I think he’ll be out of the area real soon anyway.”
“Thank you. You’re right. Evan isn’t a retribution kind of guy.”
“Now…don’t go crazy,” Colin teased. “If you’d been hurt, I don’t doubt for a minute he would have exacted his pound of flesh. He’s the one who took the man to his knees, Dianna. He might be a professor, but he’s not a pushover.”
“Oh…believe me…” she grinned and looked over at the man she loved. “I know that. I think I’ll take him off somewhere private and play. Thank you again for keeping me sane.”
“My pleasure, my lady,” Colin tipped his head before going to Angel. He dropped to his heels, his hands framing her face. “He’s leaving and he didn’t see you.”
“But Evan…”
“Handled himself and Dianna is here for him.” Angel nodded but he knew the play time had been upended for the moment. “I’ll be right back.”
“Thank you, sir.” She whispered before returning her gaze to the floor, her eyes closing.
Colin went to the monitors. “Take him out of here. Give his membership card to the desk with my instructions.”
“Consider it done,” Alex told him with a nod. He looked over at his partner and together, they lifted the man from the floor.
Dianna stepped forward, her hand on the collar still held in Evan’s fingers. She wound her hand with his and led him off without a backward glance.
“You let subs get away with shit here,” the man sputtered angrily, trying to jerk his arms free and losing the battle.
“Good bye. Call up security and have them meet you at the door, Alex. If his car isn’t out of the private parking area within ten minutes, call the cops.” Colin watched the man nod and lead the arguing member from the main floor. “Gabe is right…we need some kind of fucking test for morons. How the hell did he get in? Who sponsored him?”
“I was at the desk,” Reed said, rejoining him in the play space. “He passed all the checks. He joined six months back and visits once a weekend. Haven’t been any complaints and I know some of the male subs he’s played with. If something had been off, they would have spoken up. Bad for Evan, the fool was just having a bad day.” He glanced over at the silent sub kneeling peacefully. “Considering what his boss went through the last few days…”
“Yeah. And he strikes me as the type to blame everyone for the problem,” Colin lifted his bag. “Angel. We’re leaving the area for tonight.” He moved to her side and offered his hand, a slight chill in her fingers making him grind his teeth. “Get dressed.”
“May I go to the restroom?”
“Of course. Take your clothes. I’ll wait for you at the bar,” his fingers trailed over her jaw. “Alright?”
“I am. It’s okay, sir,” she gave into the urge and leaned up to kiss his cheek. “I don’t like the panic attacks.”
“And you aren’t to blame for them and you handle them very well. I’m proud of you, Angel,” Colin kissed her softly. “Go dress.”
“Relocating your play?” Reed watched the blanket wrapped woman gather her clothing and walk down the hall.
“I never expected to run into one of them here.”
“Might be best to take it private until this mess is squared away,” Reed suggested. “I think one of the rooms might be available.”
“Thanks, but I think I’m taking her home. I’m not sure even I could get her head back in the play.”
“It’s not like you to give up easily.”
Colin eyed him and looked toward the stairs. “Which room is available?”
****
Angel wasn’t sure what was going on. She’d finished dressing and was headed toward the bar when one of the staff monitors stopped her in the hall.
“Angel? Master Colin asked me to give you this message and point you to the stairway. It’ll be the room at the very end of the left hallway,” he told her, walking with her to the stairs.
“Is he inside?” She looked at the key with a little frown.
“Yes. Knock twice and wait for his order.”
Angel was about to speak. Wanted to ask more questions, but he was gone, leaving her to stand on the bottom step, alone. Nothing to be afraid of. It was Colin, after all. She knew she was more than a little in love with him, despite all the lectures she kept giving herself.
Step after step happened until she was at the top of the stairs, gazing down the long halls that led in both directions. Per her instructions, she took the left hall and tried to ignore the sexy sounds floating around her from all directions. The open floor below and the various rooms with their doors closed on either side as she walked were filled with couples or more, enjoying themselves a great deal.
The last door at the end. She hadn’t done anything yet she was positive her breasts were achy and the parts between her legs…totally damp on the silly thing he called panties. And he’d kept her bra so she couldn’t put it back on. She was certain she jiggled, so she moved slowly. She knocked twice, relieved and anxious when she heard his voice call out to her to enter.
Her hand only shook a little when it gripped the large, old-fashioned glass knob. The key fit the lock perfectly and it turned smoothly, opening inward on a darkened room filled with flickering shadows from candles. She didn’t try and stop the smile. He knew how much she loved candles. The scents were mingled but her nose had zeroed in on one of the spicy ones from her apartment.
“Sir?” Dark lashes squinted a little into the shadows but nothing came clear until she stepped into the room. The door was removed from her grasp the instant she was past the opening, a firm kick had sent it closing.
“Turn the lock, Angel. I’m not in the mood for any more interruptions.”
She tried to make out his stance, his position but her hand rose and she did as he ordered, the lock clicking into place without hesitation. She didn’t have a chance to turn back around, a pair of strong hands came from the side and pushed her into the door.
Not enough to hurt. Just enough for her to know who was in charge. Another shot of hot need pulsed through her. Irrational and frightening and arousing, all at the same time.
Angel shivered, the warmth of his skin against hers making her jerk slightly. He’d removed his shirt.
“Raise your hands, Angel. Palms flat against the wall above your head.” His body absorbed another shiver at the same time his mouth cruised along her shoulder. He didn’t have to hold her in place. She willingly stayed and did as he ordered. “Don’t move.”
“No, sir,” she whispered with the faintest of stutters.
Colin stepped back. He was more than certain he’d managed to remove the panic attack she’d had below at the St. Andrew’s cross station. He’d have to thank Reed for reminding him what he was and what he was capable of. He pulled the light, sheer shirt carefully from her waist and up, over her head. It fell to the chair before he reached for the band of the skirt. A flick of his finger and thumb and the button was free. The skirt fluttered to the floor at her bare feet.
“I love the way your skin smells…it’s like being locked up in a cookie factory,” he murmured against her throat, his hands caressing from her thighs to beneath her arms. Slow, sweetly slow to send a shiver traveling along the same path. He licked over her throat and onto her shoulder, biting down occasionally. “And believe me…I’ve definitely developed a sweet tooth.”
His palm stroked gently down her back and onto her ass. A firm squeeze brought another shiver just before his fingers moved to the slim ribbon that held up her thong. Not much to see from this angle, other than the strand of gold ribbon that seemed to glow against the natural tan of her flesh.
He reached for the little bow centered in the middle of her back and pulled one of the nice little ends. The ribbons parted and dangled down her thighs.
“Spread your legs, Angel,” he remained behind her, staring down at her bare feet and gauging if it was far enough when she moved to do as he instructed. “A little more, pet,” he urged gently, smiling when the slip of fabric fluttered to the floor. He picked it up and dropped it to the rest of her clothing. “Very nice.”
Colin stepped behind her and dropped to his heels.
One hand circled each ankle and caressed very slowly over her calves. He reached the back of her knees and opened his hands, stroking firm fingers over the soft skin at the backs of her knees. He rose very carefully, his hands traveling higher along her thighs and to the soft, damp center bared for him.
He dragged one finger through the slick center, adding another finger and pulling the moisture back and over her anus. Her breathing hitched and stopped as he drew lazy circles around the small puckered star.
“Your breathing stops…but your heart beat hammers,” he murmured and pressed his bare chest against her back. His fingers added more moisture from her heated pussy and he easily slipped one finger inside her tight, warm center.
A very soft groan came from his sub when his other hand moved around to her front and stroked over one breast. Her nipples were already pebbled. He took one between his fingers, hardened it a little more and made the muscles around his finger bite down.
“What has you so aroused, pet? This?” He asked, continuing to move his finger around the small opening.
“I’ve…I’ve heard…read…I don’t know…”
“Am I hurting you?”
“I…no…but it’s…”
“A part of you that can be sensitive and of great pleasure to me. I don’t know if women orgasm from anal play alone, but I do know how to make it pleasurable for us both,” he promised. “Would you be willing to try? For me?”
“Y-yes…”
“You know I wouldn’t hurt you…and it won’t be tonight. But it will be…maybe over a long weekend, I’ll prepare you,” he suggested, knowing the anticipation would keep her on edge while they played.
“But…girls don’t…we can’t…I mean…” Angel groaned when his fingers kept moving – in and out, circling and then back to tease her some more. “Orgasms.”
“I’m not a girl, pet,” Colin chuckled and removed his hands before opening his leather pants and taking them off. He left his clothes on the chair, making sure he had a condom available. “I’ve heard some women can achieve orgasm while only having anal sex. I believe I know how to make it more than a little arousing for you. Maybe a vibrator tapping…here…” he pressed his cock against her behind while his fingers found her clit. His other hand returned to one alert nipple. “Maybe a little clamp here…”
He felt her body tense and removed his hands for a long, steam filled minute. When he was sure her breathing had almost returned to normal, he reached over her and took her hands in his. Colin lowered them to her side and silently urged her to turn around. Sidling her a little along the wall, he located the hooks he wanted and raised each arm, one at a time, attaching the D-ring on her cuffs to the wall.
Colin stepped back and waited. She pulled on her arms, her wide eyed stare turning his features to stone. A moment passed until she realized he was studying her, stoic and firm. Most of the tension left her body, their eyes locked together as he nodded slowly.
“You’re beautiful, Angel.”
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Her heart fluttered. Or maybe it had never stopped since discovering Colin Whetstone. She wasn’t sure any longer. Or maybe Colin was the missing piece to fill all the cracks she’d allowed to create doubt inside her. She wasn’t sure it was a fair trade, but he was with her; he wanted her. And the girl in her was lost to the thought of that much care and possession all given freely and only for her.
She’d never seen him do more than look in a studious way at women in the club. Or when they were out shopping. His attention was completely hers. A soft moan broke from her lips, his hands returned and each cupped a breast. Each stroked one fingernail over each nipple until she was sure she’d break apart into a million pieces.
He’d stepped away a minute, but she’d been lost in her musings and feelings and hadn’t seen where he’d gone. But she did watch him now and she loved the way the candles flickering light danced over his skin. His cock was hard against her thigh. But he obviously wanted her attention on the breasts throbbing in his hands.
Teasing them made her breathing change, and he let out an observant, professional hum as he flicked and plucked them several more times before moving lower and lower.
“Close your eyes, Angel.” He ordered gruffly, waiting and watching before speaking again. “Don’t open them unless I tell you.”
“Yes, sir,” came the hushed, anxious voice that shook a little and sounded nothing like her.
She thought…hoped…he’d take one of her nipples in his mouth.
Angel felt his hands running down her sides, right where she was ticklish. If he’d been poking her ribs, she would have burst into less than happy giggles, but as it was, the touch made her shiver and gulp in a draft of breath.
On the way back up from her hips, he brushed the sides of her breasts. Then down again, a little more toward the center, having to make a detour to avoid touching her rapidly stiffening nipples. The pattern ended as he reached her mound, and then his fingers started to move randomly.
Unable to see, she couldn’t anticipate—a touch on her belly, on the undersides of her breasts, on the inner edge of her thigh, on her neck, in the middle of her cleavage. Her skin was coming alive, as he promised. Why wouldn’t he touch her where it would do the most good?
She felt a rush of warm air on her nipples—his breath, she realized. She could hear him blowing on her. Then he drifted lower, down her belly. She shifted and spread her legs, hoping for his breath to caress her pussy.
She jumped when a shar
p rap struck right on her bare mound.
“I said don’t move, Angel. That almost looked tempting. Like you were wanting to direct me,” Colin said casually.
“I…yes, sir. No moving,” she breathed raggedly. She thought he’d go back to the whispers of breath along her skin and was expecting it.
Instead she felt a sting that continued, right down the middle of her chest, pressing just hard enough in a line. She breathed in sharply. It was just a fingernail, she decided, as what must have been the side of his hand brushed her breast. The finger withdrew, and then there were two, one on each side of her, tracing from her side to beneath her tits.
She squirmed and her mouth opened.
His finger touched her lips. “Not a word, love, unless you need to say your safe word. And stay still.”
She took a deep breath and nodded, willing her muscles to lock in place. She scrunched her eyes a little tighter, just to keep from cheating.
His next touches were soft, just above where he’d been scraping, moving along the soft smooth skin of her breasts, circling in toward the aching peaks. He brushed against the crinkled skin around them, making them tighten even more, and then his fingers left her.
A scrape along her belly; a pinch at her side. Then a soft touch along her collarbone. A breath rustled the bared flesh of her mound, the sting of a fingernail on her thigh, fleeting touches at the very tips of her nipples.
The kiss on her lips was unexpected, and she opened her mouth reflexively in response, receiving his tongue. She melted into it, feeling his tongue and hers; his lips pressed insistent against her own. I could kiss like this forever, she thought, but at that moment he withdrew, the back of his hand brushing against her cheek as if to say good-bye.
For a moment, there was nothing, no touch, no sight, no noise. And for a moment, she felt a twinge of panic until she forced herself to think. She hadn’t heard the door. So she knew he was still in the room with her.
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