The Kegelmeister [Dr. Love Shark 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More)

by Bobbi Brattz

  Instead of answering, he moved back slightly and allowed her to roll back toward him.

  “Take your clothing off, Tara.” For a moment, he released her, allowing her to sit up long enough to do what he’d asked, but as soon as she was naked, he pulled her down again, seizing her lips. His mouth was hot on hers, his lips soft, his tongue sliding alongside hers. Visions of him holding their own child sifted through her mind as she watched him.

  She soon lost herself in the kiss, fingers trailing over his back in slow circles. She wanted him more than she’d ever wanted anyone in her life, but the bittersweet feeling of loss still rode her heart, making her stomach clench.

  For a moment she pushed him away, tears filling her eyes. He wouldn’t allow her to get up, though, and held her still.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “I can’t do this, Piers. I have to go.”

  “Go where?”

  Barely able to hold back a sob, she tried to pull away once again but he wouldn’t allow it.

  “Tara, tell me what’s bothering you.”

  “It’s this. Us. Our nonexistent relationship. I failed in my goal to keep it simple. I’ve become too close to you. It’s best if I leave now. Let me go, please.”

  He released her for a moment and watched her as she moved away from him. Tears began to flow down her cheeks.

  “You love me, don’t you, sweetheart?”

  “I can’t…I–"

  “You do.”

  Suddenly, he had all the power in the relationship and her heart crumbled. He’d found her out and now would ask her to leave for good. Tara began to tremble, head to toe. She wanted him and only him. Her pussy cried out at the loss, the fact that she’d never be with him again.

  Throwing her clothes back on, she left the room at a run, tears flowing down her cheeks.

  “Where can I go?” she cried.

  “Tara?” Rae said from down the hallway.

  “Oh, Rae…”

  Sobs shook her hard as a sense of loss filled her heart. Her veins were afire with want for him, but it wasn’t meant to be. She raced down the hall and took Rae’s hand in hers.

  “I have to get away from here fast.”

  “But why? Did Piers or Kona hurt you?”

  “Not like you think. They are always gentle with me. Please, take me somewhere so we can talk.” Her sobs increased.

  When Piers entered the hall, she froze. She didn’t have to look at him to know he was there. She felt him.

  “Go into my room, Tara. I have to talk to Piers for a moment.” Rae had a look of determination on her face, but Tara was too upset to worry about what she’d say to him.

  Once inside the bedroom with the door closed, she leaned back against the door and allowed the tears to flow unchecked. He was everything she wanted in a man and more, but it was over. She’d wanted him to make love to her, but it went against everything she’d planned.

  Though she could hear them talking, their voices were too low to catch what they were saying about her. Tara raced across the room and climbed up on the huge bed to wait for Rae. She wanted to pack, but going into her old room was out of the question without having Piers beside her. The bedsheets were already changed, so there wasn’t a single sign of the murderer left in the room. Still, she remembered the look of the knife stabs in the sheet and thought about the family left behind by the guard.

  Too much had happened in the course of two weeks for her to ever forget the pain she’d brought to Mark’s family. It was best she leave and not return. She turned her face into the pillow and let go. Her life was over, as far as she was concerned. Never would she love another as she did Piers. He didn’t want her, that much was clear. She lay there and sobbed for a loss she’d never felt before.

  * * * *

  What’s going on with Tara?” Piers asked Rae.

  “Honey, you know what’s wrong, but it’s up to you to fix it. She loves you, and I think you love her, too, but neither one of you will admit it. That’s what is causing her to cry.”

  “I know she’s been through a lot these past two weeks, but I didn’t realize she loved me. What the hell am I going to do about it? She wants to leave right away.”

  “Do you remember what Mateo did to keep me here? He stole my luggage and my passport and hid it on me. The only way to capture her heart and keep it would be to do something that will make her think twice about leaving. Don’t let her leave until you two work it out.”

  “Rae, she’s in danger.”

  “So is everyone else, Piers. The police and security guards are doing everything in their power to find the culprit, but it’s up to you to show her how much you love her and make her stay with you.”

  “How? She told me she doesn’t want to be in love. She wants her freedom.”

  “Ask her why she wants her freedom. Maybe she’s changed her mind.”

  “I suppose you’re right, Rae. The funny thing is that I still love you, but it’s not like it was before. I’m okay with you and Mateo being together. Tara made me see that.”

  Rae smiled with a slight curve to her lips. “She’s a good woman and a terrific friend. Try being her friend for a while and allow her to see that it’s okay to be in love. She’s never found anyone who makes her heart sing like you do. I can see it in her eyes.”

  Piers pulled Rae into a hug and kissed her forehead.

  “You are a good friend, and I appreciate that.”

  “As long as that’s all you are now--friends.” Mateo came into the room, a frown on his face. He looked between the two of them, his eyes resting on Piers.

  “Don’t worry, Mateo. You won the day. I’m simply friends with you both.”

  Mateo still stared at him for an endless moment, then grinned and put out his hand. Without pause, Piers shook it. “Friends again?” he asked.

  Giving him a nod, Mateo agreed, “Friends.”

  “Well, it’s about time. You two have been acting like little boys fighting over a prized toy truck. I hope you and Kona don’t end up like that, Piers.”

  “It’s not likely, Rae.”

  “That’s good. I’ll be watching you both.”

  “Enough of that, you two. I think we should have dinner out tonight to celebrate. I’ll take you both with us to Hawaiian Joe’s Meetery. It’s on me since you didn’t make it to the reception.”

  “Mateo, about that–"

  “Don’t sweat it, Piers. I understand. We can make up for it tonight.”

  “Are you sure we should go out with the killer still on the loose?” Rae asked.

  Mateo leaned down and kissed her sweetly.

  “All the better reason to go out instead of staying here walking on eggshells.”

  “I agree. I have to go into town for a while. I’ll see you later. Rae, can you keep an eye on Tara? I’m worried about her.”

  “Sure, Piers. We still have some more catching up to do anyway.”

  “Don’t say anything to her about our talk, please.”

  “My lips are sealed.”

  “Come on, Rae, it’s time for your lesson.”

  Piers frowned. “I had no idea you were still teaching today after all that’s happened.”

  Mateo smiled wide, his eyes sparkling. Rae, however, looked submissive and shy all of a sudden.

  “This kind of lesson is not for the guests, or anyone else but Rae.”

  Laughing, Piers nodded. “Gotcha. Try and keep it down though. I have a feeling Tara will need one soon as well. She’s been doing what she wants in the bedroom because of her shoulder, but I think it’s time to stir up a little trouble with her, too.”

  “See you at six tonight.” Sweeping Rae off her feet, Mateo carried her to their bedroom.

  Watching them gave Piers an idea. He had to leave for town if he was going to be back in time. He only hoped that Tara would change her mind about leaving. He found her to be quite stubborn, even when she was submissive.

  Kona rushed in through the door, his expression gr
ave.

  “What’s going on?” Piers asked, alert now.

  “Van found the killer’s mask and gun at the beach. They were buried in a shallow hole near the rocks. He only found them because a couple were getting carried away near the spot and he stopped them. Just as he was about to walk away, he saw something black sticking out of the sand. The waves apparently washed some of the sand away and it was revealed.”

  “That means that the killer will probably use another method to kill, like they did the other night. No sign of the knife?”

  “No, so he still has a weapon.” Kona looked down the hall. “Where’s Tara?”

  “In the bedroom. She was upset about something.”

  “Upset? Maybe I should go see what’s up.”

  “I wouldn’t. I think I know what’s wrong, but tonight we’re going out with Mateo and Rae. Do you want to join us?”

  “No thanks. I have a fire dance to do for some VIPs. I’ll see you later tonight, unless you two want to be alone.”

  “I’ll talk to you about it later. Keep an eye on her for an hour or so. I’m off to town.”

  “Will do,” Kona said, his eyes on the bedroom door.

  “She thinks she’s going home tomorrow, but I have a better idea. I’ll let you in on it tonight.”

  “Hmmm…mysterious.”

  “It will remain mysterious until later. Bye, Kona.”

  Piers left, jumping into his car as he rushed down the road. Tara was in for a big surprise, and he couldn’t wait to give it to her.

  Chapter 20:

  Heartache

  On his way home from town, Piers picked up a few items that he hoped would please Tara. She’d hidden in his room for the afternoon, and he wanted to catch her there before they left for dinner.

  As soon as he walked into the room, he smelled sweet peaches, her soft perfume. She lay on the bed with her eyes closed, her body draped with a silken sheet as though she was waiting for him. Kona was nowhere to be found. He’d said he was doing the fire dance at the luau that evening.

  Piers closed the door tight and locked it. She didn’t stir, so he stripped down and sat on the edge of the bed, taking one of her braids and tickling her nose with the tip of it until she opened her eyes, scratching at her nose.

  “Oh, it’s you. I was afraid there was a big bug here. Oh, and there is--it’s you,” she teased, laughing.

  “I was worried about you, sweetheart. Are you all right now?”

  For a moment she frowned, then nodded. “I’m fine, Piers. I simply had a meltdown, which is a girl’s prerogative.”

  “Your choice or not, I can’t stand seeing you cry. I think you need a good punishment, slave girl. It’s time we got back on track in bed. But first, these are for you.”

  Her eyes widened as she stared up at him. He gave her a bouquet of mixed Hawaiian flowers. The bright pinks and purples mixed in with white baby’s breath and leafy green ferns.

  “Piers, they’re beautiful. What’s the occasion?”

  “You are the occasion. I want you to be happy. You’ve had a rough few weeks and deserve a little treat. Tonight we’re going out to dinner with Mateo and Rae, then we’ll come back for the luau. Kona is doing his fire dance with his sister, Layla. For now, though, you and I are going to work on your stubborn nature and I’m going to give you more pleasure than you can take.”

  “My, my, and you think I deserve that?”

  “What you deserve, my feisty little slave, is a good spanking. I think you’ll like it though.”

  Tara laughed, her eyes lighting up with interest.

  “Put the flowers down and come to me, oh wise Master.”

  “Submissives don’t tell their Dominants what to do. Lesson one.”

  He placed the flowers on the side table and climbed into bed with her. She looked ready to submit, but it was too easy. When she acted stubborn and defiant, she was magnificent to watch, but now she fell into the roll too quickly.

  “Go to the door and kneel down, keeping your head bowed.”

  “But Piers–"

  “Do it, slave girl.”

  “This is so silly.”

  “Now, or face your punishment.”

  As though she suddenly realized he meant business, she did what he asked. In the submissive pose, she waited for him in silence.

  Watching her, Piers’s cock hardened instantly and he recalled how tight she was when she took all of him. Down boy. She has a lesson to learn first.

  “You will submit to me, slave girl. For disobeying me, you will be spanked. Stand up and come to me.” Sitting on the edge of the bed, he waited for her. She looked worried and paused too long for his liking.

  “Don’t keep me waiting.”

  Tara surprised him by racing for the door, but he was ready for that. He held up the key and smirked. Even though she appeared to realize she was trapped, she tried the door once again.

  “You’ll have to do better than that, my dear. Come to me now.”

  She trembled visibly as she made her way slowly toward him, biting on her lower lip. With her eyes wide like a doe’s, she watched him carefully.

  “Yes, Master,” she whispered loud enough for him to hear her.

  “Good. Now lie across my lap.”

  Again, she paused, unsure of herself. Piers patted his thigh and waited.

  “Yes, Master.”

  Slowly, she lowered herself into position and waited quietly. He made her stay there for a few endless minutes to think about what she’d done, but her shudder told him she was ready to face the consequences.

  At first, he caressed her ass cheeks one at a time, then traced her spine all the way up to her neck. Ticklish, she shivered and kept still. Down her back he trailed, running his finger over each tiny bump until he came back down to her ass, then moved on farther. He inserted two fingers into her pussy and found that she was ready for him.

  With his other hand, he slapped her cheeks a number of times until they were rosy red. When she moaned, he slapped a little harder, his fingers looking for her G-spot. It took no time at all to find it and make her cry out.

  “Do you feel the heat from my slaps, slave girl?”

  She quivered and nodded her head.

  “Speak to me. I asked you a question.”

  “Yes, Master, I feel your heat. Please, let me show you what I can do to make you happy.”

  “No, this time it’s for me to do.” His fingers caressed her spot once again, and this time her hips lifted off his lap and she squealed in delight.

  “There, that’s better. Do you want to come for me, slave girl?”

  “Yes, Master, I do.”

  “Lie on the bed and place your hands on the headboard rails.”

  She did what he asked quickly and waited once again. Piers wanted to pleasure her like she’d never been pleasured before, but he wasn’t interested in moving fast. The longer he waited, the more she squirmed under his gaze. When he moved up to sit between her legs, he lifted them up and placed them over his shoulders, kissing along the length of her calf. Up his lips trailed, then down, his tongue laving the tender nibbles he left on her skin.

  Tara shuddered once again and waited quietly, panting now. This time he moved past the calves and worked on the inside of her sensitive thighs. She nearly went wild, reaching her hand out to him as she groaned.

  “I said to hold the rail. I’ll make sure you like your punishment if you behave and follow my orders.”

  “Yes, Master,” she intoned, her whole body shaking. Once again, she placed her hands on the rails and held on tight.

  “Do you trust me?” he asked, his gaze glued to hers.

  “Yes, I do.”

  With his free hand, he gave her another stinging slap. Instead of hurting her, it made her moan in need.

  “Master! I meant yes, Master.” Breathless, she waited for more.

  “Good girl.”

  He continued to explore her thighs, kissing and nibbling along her skin until she cried, �
�Please! Please Master, I want you.”

  “Not yet.”

  When his lips hovered as close to her pussy as possible without touching it, he switched to the other thigh and began once again from the knee up. She was panting harder now, desperate for more. He wanted nothing more than to sink deep within her and end the torture of waiting, but he held on, tasting her sweet skin, the scent of peaches and woman washing over his senses.

  Piers fought back a groan as she squirmed beneath him, his lips moving closer to her entrance, closer to pleasuring her more. When he watched her, he felt like they were as one, both needing more and both wanting more, yet he held back, wanting her to understand how much they needed each other.

  He kissed along her nether curls, nuzzling the softness as he inserted one finger then another into her channel. She smelled sweet all over, but as her juices began to flow unchecked, her scent filled him with a powerful, dark need so strong that he almost gave in.

  “When you are pleased, I am pleased. Tell me how you feel.”

  “I feel…I need…I want more, Master. Please, give me more.”

  Satisfied with her answer, he placed his mouth on her, groaning as he tasted her sex. She was wild with desire now. He was barely able to hold her hips in place, she writhed so much.

  Dipping his tongue deep inside, he swirled it and caressed the sensitive lips until she screamed, climaxing hard. He wanted to be deep within her and satisfy himself, but she was more important. She deserved this tender love.

  There was no opportunity to express his heartfelt emotions to her as he pulled away. She was lost in a world of desire, incapable of a coherent thought for the moment.

  Unable to wait a moment longer, he sank full-hilt. He loved seeing her lose control, admitting that he was her Master, her Dom. Setting a quick pace, he brought her to peak once again but kept moving while she contracted around him, squeezing him so hard that he ached to release.

  “Ma…Master, can I let go of the rails now?”

  “Yes!” He hissed out the word, unable to find his voice. She was incredibly tight, her Kegels clenching around him until he cried out, nearing the edge.