by Avery Gale
Hell, James had originally joined the old bastard’s staff with the single-minded goal of destroying the team of men that had treated him like an outcast and had left him in that hell-hole cave in fucking Afghanistan. Sure they’d thought the damned thing was caved in, and he’d heard them trying to get to him before another explosion had sent everyone scrambling. But it didn’t matter, he’d found another way out and spent months recovering in a little hellhole hospital on the dark side of the planet. With his command of the local language and its specific dialect, along with his dark coloring thanks to a Middle Eastern mother, he’d been able to fool the locals into believing he was a fallen brother. Once he’d been well enough to work, he’d managed to get computer access and in a few short weeks. Theodore James had been born, injured, and recovered along a road. He’d been “discovered” as a confused, but recovering victim of a mine explosion that had occurred several months earlier. Hell, his amazing story had earned him accolades and a Purple Heart for his efforts. It should have earned me a fucking Nobel Prize for Fiction!
But the convenient memory lapses of his boss had been too good of an opportunity to pass up, hell, he’d been practically running the special teams that contracted with ‘Uncle’ for the past year. The old man sat in his office staring out the window from the time he shuffled into work until his loyal aide led him out the door at quitting time. Sure, James knew this gravy train wasn’t going to last forever, but he’d almost gotten enough money stashed that he’d be able to disappear during the night and live the good life courtesy of all those hefty deposits that had been made into his Grand Cayman bank account. Information was a valuable commodity, and it seemed knowledge was indeed power and pretty damned profitable to boot.
But now Colt Matthews was beginning to be a problem. James eased closer to the door so he could hear his boss’s end of the conversation. “I’ve told you everything I know about Ted Scott, Matthews. What’s bringing this up again now? Well, I can make some inquiries, but I’m not going to promise I’ll come up with anything new…Okay, I’ll get back to you ASAP…You tell those other yahoos you work with that the Old Man sent them all a kick in the ass.” Franklin laughed at something before saying good-bye.
Well fuck, this is going to go to shit in a heartbeat if it’s not nipped in the bud right away. Time for another trip to ShadowDance. Wonder if the Lamont brothers’ hot little sister, Jenna, wants another round? Shit, what was it I called her? Oh, right, Genevieve. Yeah, she was just a whole lot of fun the last time I was there. Might be time for a repeat performance. I love it when they fight it, fuck what a turn on. I’ll bet she’s still got a hot pussy…and popping her cherry was icing on the cake last time. Yeah, think I should do the general a favor and go out and be his eyes and ears…God the old fart loves that expression. I’ll fuck that hot little cunt, take care of the other problems, and be back before the end of the week.
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ShadowDance Mountain
Colt stayed in his office most of the morning because he wanted to give Grayson plenty of time to get a bead on what kind of blocks he was going to be up against with Jenna. Likely she had put all those defenses in place to protect her heart from the trauma she’d experienced at the hands of Ted Scott. Fuck, it made Colt almost physically ill to think of what she’d had to endure, and at the hands of one of their own teammates, no less. And then to not be able to seek medical care or have the emotional support that she’d needed because she’d been trying to protect her two older brothers. Christ, what a mess. For just a minute he wondered if he was up to the task of helping her heal. But he quickly brushed the doubt aside because it wasn’t like he had a choice, he loved her, and he would do anything he could to make sure she was happy and healthy for the rest of his life. He just needed Grayson’s help to make it happen, and he didn’t have the luxury of weeks and months to muddle through this kind of emotional minefield. He only had this week. And he had to not only help her heal in that short time, but he had to bind her to him body and soul. Yeah, my man, you’re not asking for much are ya? Remember our team’s motto…Whatever it takes!
Shortly before lunch General Franklin had called back to say he was sending his aide out to personally assist with their investigation of Ted Scott. The old guy thought with his guy’s clearance and their technology, he might be able to help. When Colt had pointed out each member of the team actually had higher level clearance, Franklin said that James had insisted on acting as his liaison and would be arriving the next afternoon. Sometimes it just didn’t pay to argue with a bureaucrat. The team had teased Franklin for years about losing sight of how things really worked when he’d become a “pencil pusher” at the Pentagon. They’d just have to endure a couple of days of the little weasel, and besides, it was going to give Grayson a chance to read the little piece of shit. Yeah, this might work out all right after all.
Pushing out of his chair, he headed to the door leading to the front deck where he could see Grayson and Jenna sitting in loungers talking quietly. God, she was so fucking amazing. He’d count himself the luckiest man on the planet if she agreed to be his permanently, hell, he wanted it all, marriage, collaring ceremony at The Club, kids, soccer games, Little League, damn, even birthday parties with those stupid piñata things. Christ, what kind of idiot gives a kid a bat and then stands to the side while a blindfolded six-year-old craving a sugar rush tries to knock down a candy-filled paper-mache horse?
Suddenly he realized that he wanted that and more with Jenna, but without her in the picture, the entire image faded to a dull gray. He’d tried to put her out of his mind a thousand times and had never even gotten close. Slowly he turned and headed into the kitchen. He’d get lunch started and then join them. He had big plans for his little submissive in training for this afternoon. Christ, he was giving himself the hard-on from hell just thinking about all the things he wanted to show her, all the experiences he wanted to share with her. Brilliant work there, horndog, it’s going to be a laugh riot fixing lunch around that bad boy. Laughing to himself, he set off. The sooner he got everybody fed, they sooner he’d have her naked and his afternoon agenda set into motion.
Chapter 18
Jenna knew she was too quiet during lunch, and she didn’t know why she was all of the sudden feeling intimidated by Colt. After all the time she had known him and all they had shared the last couple of days, it didn’t make any sense to her. But she had told him things she’d never told another person, and now she was feeling particularly vulnerable.
Mitch was watching Jenna intently and listening as she wrestled with her discomfort and feelings of vulnerability. Ah, sweet Jenna, welcome to the mindset of a submissive. Hang in there, sweetheart, you’ll work through those feelings and find a freedom in submitting you never imagined possible. “You know, Jenna, a large part of every Dominant-submissive relationship is communication. Remember, we talked about trust this morning, but the only way to build that trust is to communicate with your partner exactly what you are feeling. For example, if you’re feeling frightened by something you know is coming up in a scene, express that to your Dom. Or if you are feeling particularly vulnerable, that is equally important for your Dom to know. A little apprehension is good, as it tends to enhance sensation, but fear, whether it’s of something physical or emotional, is counterproductive because it’s limiting.” Mitch had tried to include a broad enough range of information that she wouldn’t accuse him of mind reading. He’d learned long ago women were extremely leery of that particular skill, but he wanted to get the message across to her also.
Colt picked up the conversation track immediately, just as Mitch had known he would. “Jenna, if you have concerns, I want to hear them. You are very new to this lifestyle, and I want you to enjoy it, and that means feeling safe enough to ask questions and express your fears. As you learn and become more familiar with how everything works, I won’t always entertain those questions because, as Grayson mentioned, apprehension is often a precursor to a good scene. I’m
Colt had learned a long time ago that it wasn’t enough to just give a sub information when they were in training, it was equally important to make sure they were processing everything that was being thrown at them, because often, processing was heavily clouded by lust. When mentoring Doms, he’d likened the processing challenge to trying to steer a boat through Jell-O and the visual was damned accurate.
Jenna slowly nodded her head. “Yes, I understand. But at the same time, it’s really hard to tell you what’s going on inside my head when I don’t even really understand it.” Colt had to smile because that was probably one of the most honest responses he’d ever heard a sub give to the information they’d just told her. Yep, whip smart as always.
Colt reached for her hand, closing his much larger hand around her small, dainty fingers, he kissed the back of her hand. “Good enough, pet. Just remember, it’s important that you use your safe words. I know Grayson covered that with you this morning, but I want you to tell me what they are and when you should use them.”
Taking a deep breath, Jenna glanced at Mitch then looked back at Colt.
“I’m to say ‘red’ if what we are doing is just too much, either physically or emotionally, for me to take any longer. Then everything stops, and after we’ve had a chance to move apart and have a small break, we’ll talk and figure out what went wrong and where we go from there. But everything is over for the rest of that day at least. And I am supposed to say ‘yellow’ if I’m getting into something that I am unsure of or I’m starting to move toward saying ‘red.’ If I say ‘yellow,’ then we stop temporarily and talk, then you decided whether or not we proceed.” Colt wondered how on earth she had said that all so fast and without pausing to breathe. Damn, woman, it’s not a quiz, I just wanted to check your comprehension and comfort level. Comprehension is great, comfort not so much.
“Okay, we are going to have another lesson this afternoon, Grayson and I will both be involved, and we’ll be taking you to our playroom. Are you ready?” Colt spoke as he stood and pulled her to her feet. He watched her eyes widen and could see her pulse had picked up. They had let her wear shorts and a T-shirt all morning and through lunch because they’d wanted to keep her as comfortable as possible while Grayson “read her,” but it was time to get things back into Ds mode.
Grayson had also stood up, and as Colt let go of her hand and took a step back, they both crossed their arms over broad chests and widened out their stances. It was the body-language equivalent of announcing the scene had started. “Strip, pet.” Colt’s order was spoken in a Dom tone, firm but not loud. Jenna’s eyes looked like solid black discs surrounded by a thin green ring they were so dilated. Her breathing was faster, and her eyes shone with yearning rather than fear. She slowly kicked off her sandals and reached for the bottom of her T-shirt, drawing it slowly over her head. “When you are told to strip, you will always fold everything neatly and lay it just to your right on the floor.” Jenna carefully folded the shirt and placed it cautiously on the floor in the exact position Colt had instructed her to. She then slowly unbuttoned then unzipped her jean shorts and let them fall to the floor before bending at the waist to pick them up. Aha, my sweet sub wants to tease a bit, well, baby, bring it on. Colt was thrilled that she had felt comfortable enough to perform that little “Take a look at my great ass, boys” move, but he needed to remain in character, so he said, “Be very careful with your teasing, pet. We can tease, too. We could easily keep you right on the edge of release for hours. Bringing you so close time and again, but always denying you the orgasm your body craves, no matter how much you beg for it.” Colt watched her eyes widen and heard her soft gasp. Oh yeah, you gotta love that reaction. I’d bet my interest in The Club that she just soaked that beautiful thong she’s wearing.
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Oh God, how was she supposed to keep from coming? Shit, she’d almost come just from listening to Colt’s warning. There wasn’t going to be any denying how aroused she was when she peeled her thong down her legs and they got a look at how drenched it was. Jenna unhooked the front clasp of her all-lace bra and let the straps fall off her shoulders. She had neatly folded each item and laid it on top of her shoes, and the only thing left was her soaking-wet thong. Oh well, here goes nothing. As she slowly moved the small triangle of material down her legs, she heard them both hiss.
“Damn, Matthews, seems your little sub here was aroused by that warning. I can’t wait to get her into the playroom and see how she responds to the scene.” Even though he wasn’t interested in owning Jenna, Mitch had no problem appreciating a beautiful woman and enjoying the gift of her trust and submission. And Jenna Lamont was as natural a sub as he’d ever seen.
“She is amazing, isn’t she? Smart, interesting, challenging, and the gifts of her submission and trust humble me.” Colt’s words of praise caused her to flush and made her proud at the same time. “I know she is new to the lifestyle, but she stands before us and waits for her next instruction like a well-trained sub.” He ran his fingers lightly around the areola of her breast, and when her nipples peaked, he pinched them slightly, and she felt shivers race up then back down her spine. Her nipples were very sensitive so they responded to even the slightest touch. “I can’t want to clamp these gorgeous nipples, pet. That bite of pain is going to bring you so much pleasure. Spread your feet a bit farther than shoulder-width apart and clasp your hands behind your back.”
Jenna moved her feet apart, and as she clasped her hands behind her back, she realized how her breasts were thrust forward as if she were offering them to Colt. Mitch reached around her from behind and was pinching her nipples while he pulled them so that they extended even farther. Colt stepped forward and was running his fingers through her soaking folds from her rear entrance to her clit and then back again. When she felt herself starting to tremble as she neared release, they both stepped back, and she moaned aloud at the loss of their touch. Mitch was the first to speak. “We had better move to the playroom before we take her right here in the kitchen.” His voice was so rough with arousal that it told Jenna they weren’t as unaffected and in control as they wanted her to believe.
“Let’s go, pet. Time to play.” With those words, Colt turned and walked to a door she hadn’t even noticed before. The door was well camouflaged in the wall of the hallway. Most people walked right by it, never noticing the security keypad that had been incorporated in a small picture. Mitch was right behind Jenna, and as Colt stopped to press a series of numbers and letters into the concealed keypad, Mitch was massaging her ass and speaking over her shoulder so close that she felt his warm breath wafting over that spot behind her ear that always caused her to flood her pussy with cream. “We are going to prepare this beautiful ass so that you’ll be able to have us both inside you at one time, sweet Jenna. It’ll give you an orgasm that you’ll never forget, I promise you. But your virgin asshole is so tight we’ll need to use a series of plugs over the next couple of days so that you are ready. Oh, baby, you just creamed all over my fingers, and I can smell your arousal, all musky woman, Christ, what a turn on for a Dom to know he can elicit that response in a sub.”
They had passed through the doorway, and Jenna started at the sound of the door closing and the lock clicking into place behind them. “Don’t worry, pet, the lock is to keep others out, not to keep you in. The playroom can also be used as a safe room. We’ll give you a code so that if you should ever need it, you can lock yourself in here and know that only Grayson, Davis, your brothers, or I can access the security system. There is also a backup escape route that we’ll show you later.” The room was so dark, Jenna could barely see anything, the only lighting was from what looked like airplane aisle emergency lighting that seemed to encircle the room. ��But right now, we have a few things to teach you, welcome to our playroom, pet. Lights 50 percent.” Suddenly the lights came up, well, such as they were. The room looked like something straight out of a medieval castle dungeon.
Kat’s gasp was audible and forced both Colt and Mitch to suppress smiles. Her eyes had gone wide, and her mouth dropped open. They watched as she took in the torch-like lights that were mounted to the natural rock walls. They’d even left a dripping natural spring to run down the wall and fill a small round natural hole in the rock floor. The pool was about four feet deep and six feet in diameter, and they had carved and smoothed out various heights of benches and installed hidden colored lights and whirlpool jets. The water temperature could be warmed for a relaxing soak in the whirlpool or it could be left cool as a punishment for a sub who needed something other than their hands to her ass or the sting of a leather paddle. Neither Colt nor Mitch were big fans of a single-tail whip as a punishment, they were both comfortable using it for a sub who needed that sharper edge of pain to reach their completion, but they didn’t like to use them except when absolutely necessary.
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