by Avery Gale
Colt had stopped speaking and was watching her expressions move from startled to remorseful to full-on arousal. Now isn’t that interesting? Considering her past, I would have expected a bit of apprehension if not fear, so perhaps I’m making some progress in the trust department. “Do I make myself clear, pet? No Lucy or Ethel antics allowed at The Club, period. If you violate that rule, your punishment won’t be up for discussion, it is just a part of The ShadowDance Club Charter.” Colt waited for her answer. “Pet, I asked you a question.”
Jenna was lost in a thick mist of desire that was making rational thought all but impossible. What had he asked her? Finally her brain seemed to catch up with the conversation. “Yes, M–Master, I understand, no Lucy or Ethel or cells or cameras or anything techy.” Even she could hear the huskiness of her own voice. As soon as the words left her mouth, his lips descended on hers in a punishing kiss that felt like he was trying to steal her soul. She had never been that fond of kissing, and now she understood why, she had just never kissed anyone who could make it a sexual experience in itself. Holy Mother of God, this man’s kiss is worthy of an Olympic gold medal and the Nobel Peace Prize all at the same time.
Colt’s inner Dom finally came up for air and he slowly put a bit of space between them and eased his hold in fractional increments. Stepping back slowly, he lowered her arms and released her wrists. “Strip.” His one-word command let her know he wasn’t in the mood for arguments or discussions, what she’d always known in the business world as a “make or break moment.” She toed off her shoes and pushed then aside with her foot. Without taking her eyes off Colt’s face, she slowly unfastened the snap and then lowered the zipper of her jeans by hooking her thumbs over the waistband. She slowly pushed them down her lean legs. Colt watched as Jenna reacted to his realization that she was wearing panties. He hadn’t tried to hide his displeasure and had let his jaw tighten and his lips thin into a taunt line.
“That’s two, pet.” His tone was icy cold, and Jenna shivered in response. Colt knew she didn’t have to ask what he meant, she knew full well this was his way of letting her know the no-panty rule was still in effect, and her disregard for it had just added another punishment to what she’d already earned for the spying plan. He could smell her arousal and knew that her pussy was flooding with her juices. Colt watched as her hands trembled when she reached down and drew her tight T-shirt over her head. Colt just watched in silent judgment as she stood for just a moment in her sheer pink bra and panties. He watched her gaze travel to the bulge in his jeans and the burn of her gaze caused his cock to grow even larger right before her eyes. Colt just waited and then saw her take a deep breath before she slid her hands under each side of the barely there elastic on her hips, and with a sensual caress to her own thighs, slowly slid the small triangle of fabric down until it was a pool of silk between her feet.
Colt knew she was deliberately baiting him, but he was enjoying her striptease enough that he didn’t really mind. For a woman so petite, she had very long legs, and Jesus they were amazing to look at. There she stood with her nipples peeking out from under a bra that barely covered the dusky-rose-colored areolas that he could see clearly through the transparent bit of pink covering them. And if she thought those panties had covered up any secrets, he had big news for her. God the woman’s body was stunning. And her athletic grace showed in every movement she made, every shift of balance, each motion was done as if it had been choreographed in a dance to music only she could hear. She unhooked the front clasp of her bra and let it fall off her shoulders to the floor.
After Jenna had removed the last bit of material from her body, she neatly folded everything and set it just to her right side as he’d instructed her to do. Then she just looked at Colt with big luminous eyes and waited. He let several heartbeats pass before he said, “You won’t be able to wear shoes in The Club, so you might as well start getting used to that now. Move over to the side of the bed, and stand with your legs apart so that when you bend at the waist, you are at the right height to be supported by the bed.” When she complied, he moved to her dresser and picked up a large wooden-handled hairbrush, it was going to make a very nice paddle.
Stepping behind her, Colt ran his free hand in slow circles over her lower back and over both of her ass cheeks. He could smell her arousal, so when he drew his fingers through the swollen petals of her pussy, he wasn’t surprised to find her soaking wet. “Well, my pet, it seems you enjoyed teasing your Dom with that little striptease performance, hmmm?” When he pushed two fingers into her tight pussy, he heard her moan. He stroked his fingers in and out several times before moving to her tight back hole and pushing two fingers inside quickly. He knew there had to be a sharp bite of pain from the tissues being stretched so suddenly, but he reminded himself, this was punishment, not making love. He was still relieved to hear her softly moan his name after her initial yip of pain. Moving his fingers in and out, fucking her ass with two, then three fingers, he waited until he felt her body gathering up her orgasm like a cloak, then he pulled out and left her aching with need. “Uh-uh, princess, no coming until I say you can, understand?”
“Yes, Master.” Even though she had answered, he was sure it had been by rote memory. She was starting to head into subspace, time to bring her back to this moment.
“I will be giving you three swats for the plan you and Ethel were cooking up and five for the panties. Know this, pet, each time you wear panties without permission to do so, the penalty will double, so it isn’t something you will want to forget often. I have a real dislike for them, you see. I will also be making sure you have some new clothing. I will want unfettered access to what belongs to me, and that means I want to be able to slide my tongue, my fingers, or my aching cock into your sweet, wet pussy any time, any place of my choosing.” Colt knew full well the effect his voice was having on his sweet sub, she was turning to mush right before his eyes, and he would only have to speak the words, and she’d shoot off like a rocket. God but he loved a good scene with this woman.
“When we sit at dinner downstairs later, you’ll sit with your legs hooked around the outside of the chair legs so I can finger fuck you at my leisure. When we are alone in a vehicle, you’ll pull your dress up so that your bare ass is in direct contact with the seat and your legs will remain spread wide so that I can see, smell, and touch what is mine. When we are in public I will often have you standing in front of me and when you think I won’t possibly attempt it, I’ll have my hand between your legs fucking you with my fingers until you are mindlessly begging me to fuck you with my cock. You’ll hunger for the feel of its ridges and veins surging in and out of your wet, velvet pussy. Colt could feel her orgasm pulsing just below the surface, so he stepped back and landed the first swat solidly on her ass cheek.
Jenna jumped and yelped, holy shit but that really burned, and he held the brush against her for a couple of seconds to keep the heat in her skin, so it was really stinging. She heard the whoosh of air just before her other cheek was set on fire when the crack of sound heralded the brush’s contact with her skin. Fuck that hurts, this isn’t fun at all.
Almost as if he’d read her mind, he spoke as he landed the third and fourth swats as solidly as the first two. “Remember, pet, punishment spankings are not supposed to be fun. They are meant to serve as reminders in the future about the importance of adhering to the rules. The next time you start to slide a triangle of silk over what is mine, you’ll stop and think about this moment, how I set your sweet ass on fire. Think about this…how you are going to feel trying to sit comfortably on those hard oak dining room chairs with your bright-red cheeks still on fire. And the next time you and Katarina start to scheme, I want you to think about whether or not it’s going to be worth the price you’ll both pay. Because”—swoosh, slap…swoosh, slap…swoosh, slap—“I promise you that, despite her performance before we left her suite, she is getting her ass spanked just as you are. Alex and Zach may be over the moon about making her their wife
Colt knew Jenna was floating. He could recognize the telltale signs of subspace from across a crowded room. Jenna’s pulse had leveled out, her breathing was even, her eyes glazed, her gaze almost trancelike. “One more, pet, brace yourself and remember no fucking panties!” Colt landed a very stinging blow centered directly over the crease at the top of her thighs so that the vibrations went deep into her channel and all the way to her pulsing clit. Just as the brush hit, he leaned over her and spoke into her ear. “Come, Jenna.”
Jenna screamed as the pain of that blow to her pussy and legs hit her brain at the same time a tsunami-strength orgasm washed over her. Her knees gave out, but Colt had anticipated that and caught her easily around the waist, pushing her farther forward so the bed supported her weight as wave after wave assaulted her. Colt dropped the brush to the carpet floor and dropped his jeans to his knees and sank deep in her before she had even peaked with the first orgasm. His hard strokes sent her right back up the mountain of pleasure. She screamed his name, and he felt her flood of cream as she came twice more. The wet sound of her body trying to pull him back into her wet cunt was like music to his ears. God he loved the sound and smell of sex with this woman. Mine! No other man will ever fuck this sweet pussy…It’s all mine!
Chapter 25
Alex, Zach, and Grayson were sitting in the office with General Franklin’s aide, Theodore James, and the awkward silence made it obvious to everyone that the line of demarcation had been clearly drawn. Grayson was as still as either Alex or Zach had ever seen him. Obviously he was trying to crawl right inside the man’s head. Colt had decided to man the Crow’s Nest and let the other three have a clear path to the man he’d already met and didn’t like or trust.
Alex watched the man for long moments, something about his movements was vaguely familiar and set off warning alarms, but Alex couldn’t place exactly why. “So tell me exactly what it is you hope to accomplish during your stay, Mr. James.” Alex’s deliberate omission of the man’s military rank was a slap, and they both knew it. Alex watched as his jaw tensed before he quickly slid his mask of indifference back into place.
“As you know, General Franklin is having some health issues, and he seemed unhappy after the last few calls from Colt Matthews, something about a former teammate who stayed here during a recovery and an alleged sexual assault that has only recently come to light. While we aren’t saying you sister is lying, it does seem unlikely that it would just now be an issue, don’t you think?” Zach came out of his chair and was looming over the man before he’d even finished his ridiculous statement.
“Let me be perfectly clear, ass wipe. I don’t give a flying fuck what you think, our sister doesn’t lie, ever. She would not make this story up. She only shared the story with Colt Matthews after she knew Ted Scott was dead because she has been living in fear for our safety since the night she was attacked. Scott threatened our lives, using that leverage to silence her. And while we all know that is a classic sexual predator behavior, it doesn’t change the fact that we are talking about our sister and how this forever changed her from the open and loving young woman she was into a woman who spent years running from her own pain because she was too afraid of causing harm to her brothers if she sought any kind of medical treatment, legal action, or victim’s counseling.” By the time Zach had finished, his face was beat red and Theodore James was leaning back away from the anger radiating like waves of heat from Zach’s core.
Alex spoke with icy calm. “Let me make myself perfectly clear. You will not discredit nor will you in any way hurt our sister, do you understand? I see no reason for your visit, it was only allowed because it was a personal request from a man we have all worked with for many years, and our entire team holds a deep respect for what he has always stood for. What we want to know is why no one in our unit was aware of Ted Scott’s history of sexual misconduct prior to him joining our unit, or at the very least before he was allowed to spend weeks recovering in the home of a young woman who was an easy target for an experienced sexual perpetrator.” While Alex’s anger wasn’t as obvious as Zach’s, his deadly intent was just as clear. “If you have any questions, you will direct them to either Zach or me, and you will not question our sister directly. These points are nonnegotiable. Are we clear on each point, Mr. James?” Alex had not moved except to raise an eyebrow at the other man when his answer wasn’t forthcoming.
“Yes, Mr. Lamont, crystal clear. But rest assured, at some point, I will need to speak with your sister, and it is entirely likely she will not want you present.” James’s arrogant attitude was getting very near the deal-breaker point. It was definitely time to show the man the door.
Turning to Grayson, Alex said, “Mitch, if you would please show Mr. James to the guesthouse, we’ll have his car moved to the garage and his belongings delivered for him within the hour.” Grayson nodded and stood up and moved toward the door. Alex addressed James. “Grayson will see you to the guesthouse. I believe you’ll be very comfortable there Mr. James. And you’ll be within a short walking distance of the house for meals, should you choose to join us. Dinner will be at 8:00 p.m. Our housekeeper will be expecting you, dress is casual.” And then he turned back to his computer, effectively dismissing the man he’d like nothing more than to dismiss off the entire planet. God, the man was a gnat.
As Mitch led Theodore James through the back door of the mansion and down through the gardens toward the guesthouse, he explained how to access the property’s indoor gym and exercise rooms, where the garage was located, and explained that they didn’t use keys on-site then handed him a small piece of paper with a code that he’d use to enter the guesthouse and gym. When James inquired about the garage where his car would be stored, Grayson explained that because there were a lot of other vehicles stored in the same building, he’d need to let a member of the security team know when he needed access to his car and they’d be happy to accompany him. Grayson found it very interesting that the little toad didn’t seem at all happy with that information. Interesting, what do you have stashed in that car that you want to be able to get when we aren’t looking? Or do you plan on slithering out during the middle of the night like the snake that you are? And, just who are you, Mr. James? Because even though I don’t know your real name, I’m fucking sure it is not Theodore James. You may be able to block me now, but you can’t keep it up indefinitely, and I’ll be waiting, and the second those shields come down…I’ll have it all.
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Colt tracked James from the moment they left the mansion until he was alone in the guesthouse and then continued to watch as the man obviously searched for surveillance equipment. He turned to Alex and Zach, who had joined him. They’d decided to meet in the Crow’s Nest because there was no way anyone outside this room was going to overhear their conversation. “Well, what was your impression? I find it interesting that he wanted unfettered access to his vehicle and the first thing he did was search for surveillance equipment in the guesthouse.”
Alex was the first to answer. “I think he’s a dick and I want a reason to send him packing. His attempts to discredit Jenna seem—shit, I don’t know exactly how to describe it, but almost like a preemptive strike to me, and I can’t quite get a bead on that, Zach?” Glancing over at his twin, he saw the cold look that Zach had always carried into battle, and Alex remembered that even though everyone always saw Zach as the more gregarious of the two of them, it was actually Zach Lamont who was always stone cold when it came to a mission, and he was clearly in mission mode now.
Zach looked thoughtfully at the monitor, watching and assessing the other man carefully. “There is something familiar about him, his gestures, his movements. I can’t place him, but I’ve seen him before, but I’d remember that name. Did you notice his eyes? He’s wearing colored contacts, why? Why does a man who has been through the bowels of hell with reconstructive surgery, prosthetics, etcetera care about changing his eye color? Something doesn’t ring quite right about that to me.” After several long moments spent leaning closer to the monitor, he said, “I don’t want any of the women left alone with him for any reason. And I want us all on point tonight during dinner.”
“Agreed,” Mitch Grayson added as he entered the room.
“Get anything on the little POS?” Colt asked him.
“Well, you’ve got that right, he’s a real piece of shit, top to bottom. He has obviously been warned about me, he’s making every attempt to block. He’s going to have to be off guard or be drinking for me to get a full read, but he has major power and control issues, particularly with women. Basically, he hates them. And he seems to go completely white with rage when Jenna’s name is mentioned. Zach is exactly right, we can’t leave him alone with any of the women, either here at the house or with anyone at ShadowDance, but we really need to watch Jenna and Katarina. I don’t know if it’s because they belong to you three, or if it’s them in particular, but their names enrage him. He blocks almost everything, but that emotion is so powerful, it would be impossible for anyone except the most gifted and practiced people to totally block any emotion that strong. And here’s the kicker, he plans to be at the Masquerade tomorrow night.” All eyes looked to Grayson. He shrugged as if to say, Hey, don’t shoot the messenger!
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