The Librarian and the Dom [Club Libertine 2] (Siren Publishing Classic)

by Diane Leyne

  Then he flipped her onto her hands and knees and entered her from behind with no warning or warm-up. He simply buried his lubed cock deep in her pussy. With the plug in place, he had to grip her hips hard and force his way in, stretching her, because her pussy was compressed by the plug.

  She groaned with pleasure as he started moving quickly, clearly turned on by taking her this way. She loved the feeling of him surrounding her as he braced himself on his hands, his front pressed to her back as he rode her hard. They both came quickly this time.

  Chapter Ten

  Lindy saw Jake looking at the clock.

  “Conference call, honey. I won't be long.”

  She watched him rush to the den to make the call. He was stark naked and totally unself-conscious. She saw his T-shirt and pulled it on before heading to the kitchen to make them both a cup of coffee.

  She stretched while she was waiting, her muscles feeling pleasantly sore, like she’d just had an intensive workout, which she guessed she did.

  She reached back and felt the end of the plug jutting out of her ass. She considered removing it, but she thought that Jake might not be happy if she did it, so she made sure she walked carefully, carrying the two cups of coffee to the den.

  She heard him say that his camera was broken, so they would not be able to have a video conference this morning. She smiled. She thought the camera probably worked just fine, but as he was stark naked, it probably wouldn’t be a good idea to turn it on.

  She sipped her coffee and listened to the call while admiring his naked body. This was another side of him. He was smart and professional and clearly held in high regard. He’d been hired by the folks on the other end of his conference call to test their system security perimeter and find out just how hard it would be to hack them. He’d explained to her that he was usually hired by up-and-coming midsized firms who didn’t yet have big IT departments. In this case, the CIO said things were fine, but the second-in-command differed. The president had secretly hired him to test their controls, and today he was giving his report to the senior management team.

  No one but the president knew what he’d been hired to do. After listening to the CIO, CFO, et cetera, say how everything was wonderful and they didn’t need to hire him, he typed some keystrokes and took over the projector in their conference room. He displayed a new presentation on their screen, shocking those in attendance. He found it laughably easy to access their systems. He displayed some of their most closely held secrets on the screen, and then he showed a bank confirmation from their bank that they had wired him $10 million. Then he showed the confirmation that he sent it right back.

  He could hear the babble of voices. He interrupted and said his bill was in the mail. He’d appreciate it paid promptly and hung up, leaving them to fight it out.

  He saw Lindy was watching. She teased him by lifting his T-shirt that she was wearing, turning her plugged ass toward him, and wiggling it. He kissed her and then carried her into the shower. He stripped the tee off her, removed the plug, but he didn’t take her ass yet, because she was not ready. But the shower sex was hot, and they had to shower again by the time they were done.

  At breakfast, he told Lindy about his job and then told her some more about working at Club Libertine. She was surprised to find out he was also one of the owners, albeit a junior partner.

  She wanted to see the club for herself, to visit the place that is so important to his life. He told her that tonight, Thursday, he was just on dungeon duty, watching the members to make sure everyone was adhering to the BDSM motto of “safe, sane, and consensual.” And he told her about the scene he was supposed to do Friday night, but assured her that there was no sex involved anymore.

  She wanted to go to the club tonight to see what it was like, to see him in his “Dom clothes,” in full-on Dom mode.

  Reluctantly, he agreed, but he warned her that there were strict rules. She’d have to wear what he picked out for her, including a collar to make sure none of the other Doms bothered her, and she’d have to be all submissive and obedient or he would have to punish her in public to maintain his Dom cred. He wanted her to think long and hard about what it would mean if she came with him. She could decide not to return, but while they were there, she’d be subject to Club rules and there was nothing he could do to stop a punishment if she committed an infraction.

  She was sure, though. She really wanted to see, to understand that side of him more. Reluctantly, he consented, telling her to be at his place by nine to change.

  Then he changed the subject as they headed out for brunch before he walked her home. Before he left, she promised to behave at the club and assured him that she would never do anything to jeopardize his standing there. In fact, on her break she would do some research to make sure she was prepared.

  He smiled and kissed her and walked her home. But in the pit of his stomach, he knew it was a bad idea to take her to Club Libertine, but he felt backed into a corner. He’d spent last night telling her how important being a Dom was to him. So now he’d be a hypocrite if he refused to bring her to a BDSM club, particularly since he’d also admitted to working part time there.

  * * * *

  Lindy closed the door behind her and sighed. She couldn’t believe she’d spent the night or that she was so happy. Was she falling in love? Maybe she was blinded by sex, but they’d spent hours talking, too. He was totally in charge in bed, and she found that thrilling, but outside of bed, he seemed to really want to get to know her.

  All her life, people had thought she was older than she was, even as a kid, so she was always expected to be the mature one, doing the right thing and looking after her little sister instead of playing herself. And she’d always been in her sister’s shadow, too, even though Cindy was younger. Men always preferred her fun sister over her serious self, but she got the feeling that Jake wouldn’t be interested in her sister. He was the first man she knew that was thrilled as much by her height and strength and intellect as her big breasts.

  But just being able to let go and knowing that Jake would take care of her made her feel a way she’d never felt before. If this was because he was a Dom, did that mean she was a sub? She hadn’t quite told him the truth, but she really didn’t have to do much research. One of her guilty pleasures for the past few years was reading erotic novels, particularly those with BDSM. The thought of being made to submit to a man, to be able to hand control over to him and just follow along, had turned her on. She was always in control in her daily life and never shirked her responsibilities, so she had wondered what it would be like to give it up to someone else, to let go and just feel and not have to think about anything, even if just for a short time. She hadn’t thought she’d enjoy getting spanked or being restrained, but both those activities had added to her desire and her passion. And when he’d ordered her not to come, she’d almost come on the spot. She’d had to concentrate hard to put it off, but it had been worth it. She’d had the best orgasms of her life. She didn’t know if it was just the spanking or who it was that was doing the spanking. She suspected that it was the latter. There was something about Jake Hughes that tugged at her heart. He was special, and she thought she might be falling in love with him.

  And now she was going to a real BDSM club. She was excited and scared and determined to do him proud.

  Chapter Eleven

  It didn’t start off as she expected at all. She’d dressed the way she thought a sub at a BDSM club should dress, but he’d just laughed at her and made her change into what he’d brought for her. It was a simple outfit, really, a corset that did up in the back. It would contain her breasts, barely. And he made her wear a pair of panties. She thought a thong would work best, but he rooted through her drawer and found a pair of granny panties that she wore when she wasn’t feeling well.

  They had their first fight as he tried to wrestle her into the granny panties, but eventually they compromised and she wore a pair of black lace panties that covered most of her butt.
Reluctantly, he let her wear her high heels again as none of her other shoes would make the cut at the club.

  Finally, he fastened a collar around her neck, making sure it wasn’t too tight.

  As they went down to the taxi, she felt the first twinge of doubt. Maybe she shouldn’t do this. Maybe it was better not to know. For instance, he had his own trench coat on, and had refused to remove it at her apartment.

  But the taxi pulled up to an office building, and Jake was guiding her out of the car. She was wearing a trench coat over the corset so she wasn’t feeling exposed. They entered the darkened building and were ushered to a private elevator by a security guard and whisked to the sixty-ninth floor. She snickered at the floor number.

  Jake glared at her, clearly nervous. He signed her in, explaining that as a staff member, he could bring a guest once. If he wanted to bring her again, she would have to go through the strict vetting processes. They were very careful who was allowed to join. Some very rich and powerful people were members and didn’t necessarily want it to get out that they practiced BDSM. And some of the not so rich or powerful members probably thought the same way. Which was why guests were usually not allowed unless they’d been checked out. But he was a long-time employee and allowed this exception as long as the owners agreed, and they were expected any minute.

  At the desk, she was surprised to see a very attractive and professional receptionist who would not have been out of place in a Fortune 500 company. Just then, three men came out of a different elevator. Like Jake, they were wearing trench coats. Two of them were tall and dark and 100 percent identical, at least to her eyes. Jake could tell them apart, introducing her to Liam and Connor O’Hara, the owners of the club, and their little brother Zack. Zack didn’t seem to appreciate being introduced as the little brother. He looked to be about twenty-five, a decade younger than his brothers, but just as tall, although none of the three were as tall as Jake. He grinned at her, and she grinned back, beginning to relax a bit.

  She was surprised to feel Jake’s fingers digging into her arm. Clearly, he didn’t appreciate her smiling at Zack and vice versa. The twins were happy to see Jake. He explained that he wanted to show her around. They smiled happily. Zack wanted to see the club, too. Jake could show them both around.

  She could see that Jake wasn’t happy about this. He almost looked sulky to her as the five of them entered the club. There were staff dressing rooms on one side and member dressing rooms on the other side. They were unisex. She smiled and waved, enjoying Jake’s obvious unhappiness, as Zack guided her into the members’ dressing room and helped her find a locker.

  She was shy, but she couldn’t walk around in her trench coat, so she let Zack help her remove it, and he handed it to the attendant and then slipped the tag into his pocket to give to Jake later. He’d obviously done this before. She colored as he looked her up and down, approvingly.

  “Say, if you get tired of the old man, I’m twenty-five and have a lot of stamina.” He smiled at her to let her know that he was just flirting.

  Then he removed his own coat. He was impressively built for a young man, with lots of rippling muscle showing as he was wearing a pair of low-cut leather pants and nothing else. He had lots of smooth, tanned flesh on display, and when he saw her staring, he started flexing unself-consciously.

  “Okay, you ready to go out there? Just remember, when you do, we are no longer Zack and Lindy. I may not be your Dom, but since you are a sub, you have keep your eyes down and only speak when spoken to, even with me and with your Master, regardless of your relationship rules outside the club.” She smiled her gratitude as they left the changing rooms and then lowered her eyes appropriately. She could see Jake standing in the hallway waiting for her. He also wore leather pants, but with a vest or harness or something that looked like something Spartacus would wear. He had matching leather cuffs around his wrists. He looked good enough to eat, but she had to lower her eyes and wait for him to acknowledge her.

  Before she could move, two subs came through the door and dropped to their knees in front of him.

  “Master Jake, are we permitted to speak?”

  “What is it, sub?”

  “Sub Carly and I wish to do a scene with you tonight after your shift. We’ve seen your prowess with the whip and heard tales of how you used to be able to bring Maria to orgasm just with your single tail. Please, we will do anything you wish to experience this.”

  She bowed her head down and kissed his boot. Her friend was not as submissive, staring at him for a moment before leaning forward and letting her breasts “accidentally” spill from her low-cut corset. He pulled back quickly.

  “Sorry, subs. As you can see, I’ve finally collared my own sub. I play only with her from now on. He took Lindy’s arm and led her into the main room of the club, leaving the two women kneeling. Zack hurried behind them, clearly amused by what was happening.

  * * * *

  Of course, thought Jake, it had to be one of those nights. First those two idiot uncollared subs. He didn’t know how they’d become members, but he hoped they’d find Doms soon who would take them in hand. And then there was Zack, who trailed along after them as he showed Lindy around. It was really hard to relax when another man was eyeing his woman. If he wasn’t Connor and Liam’s brother, Jake would have ditched him, but they were his bosses, so he was stuck.

  And then some idiot in one of the private rooms thought he was an expert with a whip and had somehow wrapped the damn thing around himself. His sub was fine, but he was in serious need of some assistance.

  Jake was torn, but Zack insisted that he would look after Lindy, which was what Jake was afraid of. He was young and attractive without the kind of baggage Jake came with.

  * * * *

  After a while, she had to hit the ladies’ room, and Zack offered to wait outside for her. She insisted she was fine and knew where it was. She locked herself in the stall and sat, thinking. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea. Jake was working, and Zack seemed nice, but he was a boy compared to Jake, and besides, this was a BDSM club and she was technically a sub. It was not like she could just wander around on her own. She was just about to leave the stall when she heard the door open and two women’s voices. She realized quickly that it was the two subs from earlier. She decided to wait until they left rather than leave while they were there.

  Their voices were loud, and she wondered if they had been drinking before they came, as she knew that only limited alcohol was served and the club was very careful no one overimbibed and ended up doing something they’d regret in the morning.

  “Did you see that Amazon he had with him?” one asked, her voice dripping with disdain.

  “Yeah, other than those giant tits, what could he see in her? We both have much better bodies, and we are better subs. She could barely remember not to speak unless asked a question. And then she was hanging on to Zack. What gives?”

  “Oh, forget about her. She won’t last with Jake. He’s a Pain Master. I can’t see her loving the lash of the single tail. You weren’t a member back then, but you should have seen the way he whipped Maria. She loved it. She was a total pain slut and could only get off with pain. I’m the same way. I just need to get him to whip me, and then he’ll be mine. We just need to be patient. She’ll be out on her fat ass in days. Did you see the panties on her? She wasn’t even wearing a thong. What, did she think she was too good to show her ass like the rest of us?”

  “She’s probably wearing them because her ass shakes like jelly without them.”

  They laughed and left the washroom.

  Lindy took a moment to compose herself. I am the woman Jake wants to be with. Those women are just jealous, she told herself. They want Jake and I am with him and they are jealous. Jealous. The problem is them and not me. She was having flashbacks of growing up with a much hotter younger sister, so she told herself to breathe deeply. Jake is with me because he wants me. Those harpies clearly had their chance with him before and are jeal
ous that he chose me. I will not cry. I will not run away. I am a strong confident woman, damnit.

  Although, she admitted to herself reluctantly, I would like to know more about this Maria. Is she an ex? I don’t care about these two jealous idiots, but this Maria sounds like she was someone important to Jake. I wonder why he isn’t with her any more?

  She squared her shoulders and left the bathroom. She saw Zack waiting for her.

  “Lindy, there you are. Jake’s been roped into a scene, and I’ve been asked to take you home.”

  “What are you talking about? I thought he was sorting out a novice with a whip?”

  “He was, but then he ran into Kris and Cody Carlisle. They are the couple Jake was supposed to do a scene with tomorrow. He tried to cancel because he has a sub of his own now and doesn’t want to fuck other people’s subs after whipping them any more. Kris became hysterical.” He stopped talking when eyes widened.

  “He fucks other people’s subs?” She was horrified.

  “It’s not like that. He only does it when the Dom and the sub both want it and for a very select number of people.” He sighed, obviously realizing he wasn’t making things better. “Look, Kris is a pain slut. The only way she can get off is to be whipped. Usually after he whips her he fucks her ass, which turns on her Dom, Cody, who has medical issues. It’s one of the few things that can get him aroused. Jake doesn’t enjoy it and lately looks a little sick afterward. He does it to help out a friend, but I know that even before he met you he talked to my brothers about finding someone who could take over for him.”