Seven Days - The Beginning (Jess & Liam's Story, #1)

by Fanny Lee Savage

  “He said he has a source in here.”

  “That is impossible,” Liam says. His brows knit and he stands up. “Madam screens everyone.”

  “Employee’s?” I ask. Does Madam know who I owe money to? That Lena must have overheard me talking to Gin and told Madam, but I can’t remember if I ever said Chuck’s name.

  Liam leans against the counter, his eyes catch mine. “Didn’t I tell you not to make me ask again?”

  I hesitate. “I’m worried he’ll use you for more money.”

  “Let me worry about blackmailers, Jess.” Liam crosses his arms and I take a moment to distract myself with how muscular they are, covered in fine bronze hairs. “This is exhausting, Jess. Who paid you a visit last night?”

  “Chuck Freeman.”

  Liam blinks, his eyebrows furrowing like I’ve just spoken some alien language. “You mean the Chuck attached to Big Boss Jones? That Chuck Freeman?”

  “The very same.”

  “Chuck Freeman who was questioned in the County DA’s death this past winter?”

  I nod.

  “How did you guys get mixed up with the likes of Big Boss?”

  “Honestly, I don’t know,” I tell him. I don’t want to go into details. He is still going to be my boss. “My mom’s got a trouble magnet in her head in place of a brain.”

  “Stand up.” Liam bends down and pulls my arms until I’m standing in the bathtub. He grabs a towel from the closet and starts drying me. “Let’s get you dressed.”

  That’s new.

  Liam pulls me from the bathroom, not bothering with drying my hair. “I’m getting you out of here.”

  “No!” I yank my hand back and grab the towel from him, wrapping it around me. “If I leave here, then he’ll know I told you.”

  “So?”

  “He threatened you.”

  Liam rubs his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose. “Don’t worry about me, Jess. If there is a leak of information here, this is the last place I want you to be.” Liam walks around and runs his hands through his hair. “Who all overheard you talking to Madam while you were discussing the auction?”

  I squeeze my eyes shut trying to remember. “I know Tiffany knows. Oh, and that hot chick Cara.”

  Liam makes an ‘oh fuck’ face. “Anyone else?”

  “I’m not sure.”

  He starts to pace the room. “You’re not leaving this place without me. We now have a very dangerous person who has information about the members of the club. Madam has worked hard to keep Big Boss away and now; I’m worried he may be threatening her as well. She’d never pull that stunt of the Purity Auction if—”

  “Is that what she is going to call it?” I ask in disgust.

  “Yes.” Liam nods. “This is what we are going to do. I’m going to use the excuse that I have only now, what?—” he checks his watch for some reason. “Four days to teach you what is expected here. This is going to require you full time.”

  “That is some serious training.”

  He gets a sexy smirk. “I’m going to use it as an excuse to take you out of here—”

  “No!” I cut him off. “Have you ever taken a woman out of here before?”

  “Of course I have.”

  Oh. My stomach twists. Jealous? My God, I have issues. Deep, deep issues.

  Liam gently brushes my wet hair behind my ear. “You’re supposed to do as I say remember?”

  “No, he’ll know I told you.” The room starts to blur and Liam rubs a thumb over my cheek, wiping my tears. When did I become such a crier?

  “By selling your virginity,” Liam says. “Or rather, forcing me to pay for you at an auction, convince my friends to not bid against me, all so you can try to keep your twisted set of morals aligned?”

  “Well, not when you say it like that.”

  “I’m taking you home.”

  “If he suspects I talked, he’ll go after my mom.”

  Liam curses and backs away, resuming his pacing. “You’re right and if I stick her someplace, then he’ll know.”

  “So I stay here and we continue on,” I tell him. “And I’ll talk with the chicks; see if I can get information.”

  Liam nods. “I’ll talk with Madam some more, find out what is driving her to use you like this. But don’t leave without me.” He steps in close and runs his palms over my arms. “I hate that you were scared. It makes me sick, just thinking about anyone hitting you. I’ll make it seem like I need time with you, a lot of time. Make sure you spread it around.”

  I nod. “Okay.”

  Now Liam nods. “I’ll fill in the other three and we’ll keep an eye out, see what all Big Boss is up to.” He sits down at the table and pulls his phone out, madly texting someone.

  I stare at him from the middle of the room. The other three? The other Dom’s I presume. “Shouldn’t we continue?”

  Liam looks up from his phone. “What do you mean?”

  “Well, I have to look like I know something right?” I ask. “How does Madam show that her new girls are trained?”

  Liam leans back in his chair and grimaces. “She has them play out a scene for an audience.”

  Scene? Well fuck. “Then you better teach me something convincing, Sir.”

  Chapter 11

  “When we come here, you are my submissive, I am your Dom. The minute we enter this club, you are to enter your role and do not fall from it. Should you disobey, or displease me in any way, I am free to punish you with spanking.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Yesterday we established your hard limits. I now know what you are willing to try and your safeword.” Sir paces in front of me like a twisted schoolteacher, taking short rigid steps. The pleasant man, the one with a kind face, who looked freaked out when I told him of Chuck, has disappeared. Now, he’s all business in soft jeans and a white t-shirt. He’s holding my mask, making sure I understand, before we move forward.

  Liam Firth is insanely good-looking. In his office, he held an authoritative air, but in this room he walks like a predator. Everything is controlled, all his movements, his words, clipped and precise. It’s undeniably sexy and watching him, I get how someone would want to do anything to please him. I want to. Standing here back in my g-string and hands behind my back, I wouldn’t mind him coming near me again or kissing me the way we did earlier. Hell, I’d beg him to touch me if that would help.

  “We are going to setup a sort of hot-zone word. An area of gray, we’ll call it. Should you start to enter an uncomfortable zone if you feel your next spanking is too hard, you say, yellow and—”

  “Next spanking?”

  Sir stops his pacing and turns on his heel to give me a look. “Incorrect.”

  “Sorry,” I mumble. “Sir.”

  “If you say the word ‘yellow,’” he continues, “it lets me know I’m getting close to your limits. I do not enjoy causing pain. I want to give you pleasure. That means when you beg me, I like it.”

  “That doesn’t sound very dominant,” I say, and by his cold look, it wasn’t as under my breath as I thought. “Sir.”

  He turns his head, trying to hide his smile. “Jess, another outburst and you’ll end up on the bed again.”

  My legs tingle at this threat, and I nod.

  “Incorrect.”

  What will he do if I don’t correct myself? He liked spanking me and as weird as it was, I liked it as well. It wasn’t painful, it just freaked me out at first. If I don’t say ‘Yes, Sir’ like I’m supposed to, he’ll lean me over again and—my God, he was so hard. Wanting desperately to— “Yes, Sir.” I’m not entirely ready for this.

  “Good.” He smiles and starts to circle me. He runs a hand over my head, petting it. “Do you understand your hot-zone word is different from your safeword? And your bracelet is—” he stops talking when he is behind me and grips my arm roughly. I’m turned quickly and rather painfully, only to be confronted with a mask of rage. “Where is your bracelet?”

  “I took it off
to bathe, yesterday,” I say. “It’s probably still in the bathroom.”

  His broad shoulders ease and his tone returns to normal. “It is waterproof. When you are here, you do not under any circumstances remove your bracelet. Madam has very strict rules.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Go get it.”

  “Yes, Sir,” I say and walk to the bathroom. I can feel his eyes on me as I move. In the bathroom, I catch a glance of myself in the mirror. My chest is red, and my cheeks are flushed from nerves. My hair looks damn good with my new cut, even wet, and, I look pretty, almost sexy in my white lace panties and hard nipples. I mean, if you look past the bruise on my eye.

  When I join him back in front of the bed, he’s smiling. I clasp the bracelet back on and resume my position.

  “Tonight, we are going to go down to the club so you can see some of what goes on here.” Liam starts his pacing again and I watch his bare feet over the hardwood. “There are weekend shows, where the newly trained perform for the members, just as you are expected to. This will be a good way for you to see what will be in store.”

  “I looked it up online,” I say. “Besides, Madam gave a tour.”

  Liam—no, Sir, pauses again in front of me. He runs a hand over my cheek. “Do you want me to punish you?”

  My heart skips. “No, Sir.”

  He looks disappointed by my correct response. “Are you ready to continue?”

  “Depends on what we are going to do,” I say.

  “We are going to do some trust exercises,” Sir says. “You will put the mask on and stand on your tip-toes until I tell you to lower your heels to the floor.” Liam ties the mask over my eyes and I hear movement and drawers slamming. He comes back and prompts me to stand on my tippy-toes. “I’ll place objects under your feet and tell you if they will be painful to step down or not. If you lower your heels before I command, I’ll remove a soft item and add another painful object.”

  “That’s sick,” I say.

  “It builds you up for levels of stress and trusting me to care for your needs, lets me see how far you can go. Let’s begin.” I hear movement and then feel his hands on my feet. “I’ve placed a painful object under the sole of your foot. Do not lower your heels until I say.”

  I nod and wait...

  And wait. He doesn’t talk and after a few minutes my calf’s start to burn. His hand runs up the back of my leg, but he still doesn’t speak. My feet begin to sink and I bend my knees to try to readjust my weight. It’s starting to hurt and I’m going to lose my balance. My heels slam down, pain shoots through the soft skin of my insole, and I yell, hopping off to the side. I sit down rubbing my foot.

  “What kind of torture device is that?” I hear him laugh and I take the mask off. In front of him is a bright red Lego. I gasp “That’s demented!”

  Liam grabs the Lego and tosses it in the air. “You have failed this miserably,” he says with a huge grin.

  “Yeah, ‘cause you’re a sadist.”

  Liam frowns. “No, not at all. I don’t usually try to do these exercises.”

  “Then why the fuck are you doing them with me?”

  He rests his arms on his knees. “Jess, I’m not sure what to do with you.”

  “You can start by throwing that Lego away.”

  “Alright,” he nods. “What else?”

  “I don’t know, Liam,” I say exasperated. “You’re supposed to be telling me.”

  He nods. “Well, you’ve failed so that means I get to spank you again.”

  My stomach flips.

  “And since I can’t fuck you like I would normally do, I’m really not sure where else to start.”

  My poor heart jumps up in my throat. “Well, what else is there?”

  “You’ve said no to almost every aspect of this except for the crop and spankings and oral sex.”

  I think I may pass out.

  “So, I’m going to taste you.”

  Hands, legs, arms, all of me tingles. My heart goes wild, beating against my ribs.

  “Then I’m going to have you pleasure me,” Sir says.

  I’ve forgotten suddenly how to speak, and I think I nod.

  “Do you want the mask?”

  He’s giving me a safety net. A visual out. Do I want to see what he plans on doing? Fuck, I’m not even remotely ready for what he plans for me, there is no mask that is going to prep for this. But, I think seeing him, knowing who he is, our crazy plan to out Big Boss’s spy, actually has helped settle my nerves. We are working on a crazy fucked up scheme, and he is right, we are a team. “No, Sir.”

  Liam stands and then pulls me up from the floor and guides me to the bed. “Bend over.”

  Holy fuck. My heart drops down to my toes and I lean over, propping myself up on my elbows, gripping the sheet.

  “Naughty girls get punished, Jess.” Fuck me, that shouldn’t turn me on as much as it does. Liam’s hand runs over my skin, slipping a finger under the band of the g-string. As his hand leaves, I tense, waiting for it. A loud crack rings through the room and I gasp at the sting.

  “Fuck!” I yell and dip down to the bed. “That was hard, Sir!”

  “What’s the word?”

  “It’s fucking yellow!”

  Damn it if I don’t hear him laugh right before his hand lands again right next to where my ass cheek already burns. Thankfully, it’s lighter this time. “Your ass looks good this color.”

  Jesus.

  “Lie down, Jess. On your back, hands above your head.”

  “That’s it?”

  “Shh.” Liam’s hand runs over my rear and he pinches the skin making me whimper. “Do you want more?”

  Do I? In some weirdly hot way, I kind of liked it.

  “You don’t listen well, do you?” he asks. “Lie down.”

  My legs shake, but I do as asked and lie on my back. I raise my arms to the headboard and grip it tightly. Slowly, and very deliberately, he removes his white shirt. I suck in a breath and grip the pole over my head. He’s beautiful. Slabs of muscle, all cut lines and hard planes covered with smooth tanned skin, only a light trail of hair under a perfect navel, disappearing into his jeans. He tugs with his long fingers at the button of his pants and slides them down, showing thick muscles in his thighs. The outline of his dick strains against the boxer briefs. It’s thick and long, really long, letting me know he’s every bit as turned on as I am.

  “Holy fuck,” I breathe, my words coming out involuntarily and my cheeks heat.

  Liam crawls on top of me, spreading my legs and kneels between my thighs, resting on his heels. He grips my forearms, pinning me to the bed. “When we are here, I can touch you. I don’t need to ask after this. Nothing I do to you will cause you harm. If you are uncomfortable, you say yellow and I’ll back off.”

  I nod, panting under him.

  “Incorrect.”

  “Yes,” I breathe, “Yes, Sir.”

  Just the thought of him touching me, anywhere, has me gasping. How did I miss this man in my interview? His sexual draw is almost animalistic. Or maybe it's just me. I’ve never been around anyone like him or in this situation before. I’ve sucked off jerks on dates, just to keep them from harassing me about sex. None of them ever tried to return the favor. I was expected to please and then we moved on, them sated, me frustrated but not wanting to ask, scared they’d push for more.

  With Liam, I know he won’t ask or even try, not for sex. If I’m lucky, he may want me to touch him like he said. My belly clenches, God, I’d gladly pleasure him. I release my death grip from the pole on the headboard and start to move my arms.

  “Incorrect,” he whispers, but I flinch. Liam kisses my swollen eye. “You scare too easily, Jess. Is it because he hit you?”

  “No, Sir.”

  “Then, why?”

  I shake my head. Instead of correcting me, Liam molds his lips to mine. His tongue moves into my mouth with a hunger I wasn’t expecting. His weight pins we down, but I can still breathe. I grip the
pole, trying to keep my hands above my head and not weaving into his hair, forcing him to kiss me harder.

  Liam breaks our kiss and I groan, gripping the headboard. He moves down to my neck and trails kisses over my collarbone, down between my breasts, and I arch my back, trying to get more skin next to mine.

  “Ah!” His mouth skims over my nipple. I take my lip between my teeth, and I arch my back. Yes, bite me, lick me, and do whatever you want with me. I blink my eyes open and see him looking up at me through his dark lashes. Liam’s tongue flicks out and licks the hardened nub. His mouth moves lower, licking down my stomach and stopping at the top of the panties. I raise my hips and he smiles up at me.

  “Suddenly so eager,” Liam says. “Do you want me to kiss you?”

  Fuck yes. “Yes, Sir.” My voice trembles.

  Holding my eyes, he grips my hips and presses his lips against me over the panties. I release a breath through clenched teeth. He rubs his nose over my clit, then presses it to me, inhaling deeply.

  Jesus. He’s fucking smelling me.

  “Mmm, Jess.” He grips my panties and before I can say anything, he’s ripping them down my thighs. “You smell sweet. I bet you taste sweet.”

  My panties land by my head and I have no time to protest as Liam grips my thighs and pushes my knees up to my stomach, opening me for him. I gasp and stiffen. He’s been gentle so far, but this is different.

  “Relax,” Liam says running his palms until he stops at the crease of my thighs. I squeeze my eyes shut. “I want you to feel safe.”

  I nod because I can’t speak.

  “Incorrect.”

  I grip the headboard. My stomach knots. “Yes, Sir.”

  “Do you want me to lick you?”

  Yes.

  “Answer, Jess,” he growls.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “You are so pretty and pink,” he says, his voice low. “Did you do this for me?”

  I scrunch my eyes closed tighter, “I did, Sir.”

  I hear his breathy laugh and his thumb skims over my mound. “Is your skin still sore?”

  I start to shake my head, but pause as Tiffany’s tip comes to mind. He’ll want to make if feel better. He’s doing a pretty good job so far and he hasn’t done anything yet.