by Linzi Basset
“She’s due another ten pussy slaps, Louis. If you don’t mind?”
“Oh, hell no, of course I don’t mind.” Louis breathed, his gaze fixed on the deliciously spread woman in front of him.
“I will never forgive you for this, Ethan Brodie! You’re a . . . oooowww!” she ended in a scream when Louis landed the first three hard smacks on her swollen sex.
“Don’t come, Paige. You don’t want to anger me any further,” Ethan warned as he disappeared down the hallway.
“Oh god, stop! Please Louis, don’t . . . oohh, fuck,” she wailed when Louis rubbed his palms over her labia, ending with a brief plunge of his fingers deep inside her pussy.
Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!
“I hate you! Do you hear me, Louis? You’re just as bad as . . . ooww!” she screamed when the last three slaps ended her heated relay. Her hips twisted as she desperately attempted to avoid his plunging fingers.
“Good thing you’re so well stocked, Paige, otherwise I would’ve had to use some of those ginger roots I noticed in your vegetable rack,” Ethan taunted upon his return.
Louis stepped back with a broad smile. “Anything more I can do for you, Ethan?”
“Not at the moment, thanks.”
Louis sauntered outside, but Paige didn’t notice, preoccupied with cursing Ethan with every expletive in her vocabulary.
Ethan pushed three fingers deep inside her without preamble and began pounding hard.
“Stop! Please,” she begged.
“Really? Judging by the way you were cursing, I thought you were begging for this. Are you sure you want me to stop, Paige?”
“Fuck,” she cried as he hooked his fingers and slowly rubbed the swollen ganglia inside her vagina. “Yesss, stop.”
“Still not remembering, Paige?”
“You’re a demon. A fucking devil. You know I do,” she all but spat at him. She moaned low when he finally released her braid to allow her straining neck some relief. He gently massaged her throat and neck.
“What do I know, Paige?” He prodded.
“Untie me. You’ve made your point,” she snapped. Her entire body was taut and tense with the pulsing need throbbing through her. It sang a chorus in her mind that she was finding more and more difficult to deny.
Come. Come. Fucking come already!
“Clearly, I haven’t. Very well. Judging by the juices streaming from your slit, you definitely need a plug, so . . . lemme see. Hmm, yes, I believe this one will do,” Ethan murmured softly.
Paige’s head snapped around. Her eyes widened as she noticed him removing the butterfly clit vibrator cum rotating dildo from its packaging. She’d received it as a gift at a bachelorette party a couple of months ago but hadn’t tested it yet. If what her friends had said at the time was true, the vibrations were very strong. In the state she was in, it would be torture.
“No, I remember,” Paige blurted out breathlessly.
“You do?”
“Yes! Now put that thing away,” she demanded in a panicked voice.
“I intend to, Paige. Right about . . . here,” Ethan intoned and pushed the lubricated dildo deep into her pussy.
“You!” She puffed. “You’re Master Apollo.”
“Good, it took you long enough and . . .?” He prodded while he made sure the clit vibrator was fitted snugly against her sensitive nub. Paige seared him with a heated glare over her shoulder. “Oh, very well then,” he said and untied her legs. Paige almost cried in relief, expecting him to remove the dildo but she should’ve known better.
“What are you doing?”
“Dressing you, my sweet. Or do you want to prance around with your sweet, naked ass on show all day long?”
Within seconds she stood on wobbly legs next to him.
“Ready . . . Paige?” He asked and with a devilish grin, he flicked on the remote control.
Paige jumped as the dildo began to rotate inside her strongly and the vibrator thrilled relentlessly against her clit.
“Rose! I’m the sub from the club,” she squeaked, locking her knees in a desperate attempt to keep her loins from exploding into an orgasm.
“Now there. Was that so difficult to admit, Paige?” He quickly untied her arms and rubbed them gently. “Do not attempt to remove that plug, my pet,” he warned when she immediately reached for her leggings.
“How long . . . ohh fuck . . . have you known?” She asked, clutching at his arm to keep herself from crumbling at his feet.
“I realized who you were the day I made you the job offer.”
Paige sent him a disbelieving look. “Why didn’t you say anything?”
He shrugged. “I wanted to see how far you were willing to take this farce.” A telltale blush colored her cheeks. “Hm, just as I thought. You never intended telling me, is that correct? You planned on using me for your pleasure at the club and walking away every time.”
“Ethan—”
“Let’s go pack your stuff,” he said abruptly, switching gears.
He took her arm and led her down the hallway to her bedroom. It was a slow shuffle as Paige had to keep her knees locked in an attempt to minimize the arousal from the pleasure toy inside her. She wished she’d kept her toys locked away where he couldn’t find them.
But no, you had to be hardheaded. Why didn’t you just admit that you knew who he was at the club?
Stupid question. I work for the devil!
Well, too late now. Suffer in silence, Paige.
“Wait? Why do I need to pack my stuff?”
“You’re moving in with me until we know exactly what’s going on. We have a suspicion that you’re in the middle of a very dangerous situation.”
“But I have Louis. Why do I need to . . .?”
Her voice trailed off at the look in his eyes. It was one of possession; an unspoken claim that scored every cell in her body. Paige was flabbergasted. Whatever she’d expected to develop between ‘Rose and Master Apollo’, it had never been something this intense and overpowering. She was completely caught her off guard at the expression on his face. So much so that she lost the feeble control she had over her body.
“Oohh . . . fucchhhk!” Her wail sounded in the bedroom. Her legs buckled and she crumbled to the floor as the climax exploded inside her. Her body writhed in a dance of ecstasy, fed by the merciless butterfly toy.
Ethan was enraptured by the way her body thrashed and undulated on the floor. Her head was thrown back, with her face awash in a grimace of pleasure. He watched as the wet patch between her legs grew darker with every gush of honeyed juices that the multiple climaxes forced from her defenseless body.
He relented and switched off the toy. He picked her up carefully and sat down on the bed.
“There now . . . shh. Deep breaths, my sweet. It’s over,” he caught her relieved look and smiled, “for now.”
“For now? I admitted everything,” she protested.
“So, you did, but it took a little too long. Now, be a good girl and start packing.”
“But I still don’t . . . noo,” she moaned as Ethan switched on the butterfly dildo again. “Okay, okay! I’ll pack.”
“Are you sure, Paige?” He increased the dildo’s rotating speed.
“Yes! Damn you, I’m sure,” she sneered with clenched teeth.
“Without complaining?”
“Yes!”
“Very well,” he winked at her and switched off the toy. “Then, get on with it, my sweet. I don’t want to miss the beginning of the football game this afternoon.”
“Gmpf, as if I care about your stupid football game,” she muttered, but only once she was assured he was walking down the hallway to find Louis.
“Do not remove the butterfly, Paige,” his voice echoed from the living room. “If you do, I will strap the vibrating eight-inch dildo that’s in your drawer, hilt deep in your ass for the rest of the day.”
Paige hesitated with her leggings already pushed down to her knees. She weighed the threat inside he
r mind. Master Apollo never made idle promises. She muttered while she pulled on dry pants, resigned to the fact that she was getting her just desserts.
Chapter Nine
“You live here? Alone?” Paige asked in awe. She slowly twirled around to take it all in. The grand two-story foyer was more fitting for the pages of a glossy magazine.
“You find that strange?” Ethan asked. He glanced around the interior of his house, envisioning it through her eyes. He’d chosen the double story, Alexandria waterfront property because he loved water and this one was on the banks of Potomac River. He loved canoeing and other water sports. It was also within reasonable distance of Brodie Clinic and Precision Secure offices.
“Well, it’s a massive house. I guess five or six bedrooms?” Paige asked as she peeked into the open-plan living room. A set of huge retractable glass doors offered an enchanting view of the unbelievably gorgeous landscaped grounds and the river. The house was decorated with stylish accents adorning ivory walls and marble floors. Yes, it was beautiful, but it had life too. It felt like the house breathed ‘welcome’ the moment she stepped inside.
“Oh. My. Lord,” Paige exclaimed and walked into the kitchen. Dark wood cupboards contrasted beautifully with the white marble top platforms and silver appliances. “I could live in here,” she breathed, itching to cook something.
“Are you planning on having a big family?” she asked as she followed Ethan upstairs, her head spinning she took in everything the beautiful home had to offer.
“I have a son.” His response was abrupt and didn’t invite further discussion. Paige started at his cold tone. Ethan kept his personal life very private. She decided to not pry any further.
Paige looked around the room. Her body grew taut. “This is your room,” she breathed.
Ethan didn’t respond immediately. He searched her expression. He frowned when she continued to fiddle with her hands.
“Is that a problem, Paige? We’ve had sex, quite a few times, for that matter and we both enjoyed it. I, for one, am not going to pretend it’s not something I wish to enjoy more often.”
“Yes, but that’s all at the club,” she responded softly. His gaze sharpened.
“I see.” He strolled closer; each step was a reenactment of a predator closing in on his prey. The glowing embers in his eyes shone with intent. “So, you wish to use me as your toy when you’re at the club but outside, I’m not good enough. Is that it?”
“No! I . . . it’s just that we don’t know each other and sharing a room is kinda . . . you know, intimate,” she whispered the last word.
Ethan burst out laughing. He caught Paige’s hands when she slapped his chest.
“I don’t find it funny, Dr. Brodie,” she admonished him. “Ooh, fucchk! No,” she wailed when he switched on the butterfly contraption still inside her.
“I warned you, didn’t I, my sweet?”
“Yes. I’m sorry,” she said in a thin voice. She pressed her knees together and squeezed her thighs in an effort to stem the flush of liquid heat that filled her loins.
“What exactly are you sorry for, Paige?”
“Dr. Brodie,” she gasped, clutching at his flexing bicep. “For calling you . . . uhmm . . . Dr. Brodie.”
He switched off the sex toy she was rapidly beginning to resent. Her body went slack and she leaned into him.
“I’m attracted to you, Paige. For the woman that you are and the sultry sub you turn into when you switch into seductive mode. Your sexual submission is so eloquent and honest. I crave the experience with you. I want to claim you as mine. Why do you suppose I went back to Club Pearl? And to think, that all this time, you’ve been right under my nose as my prudish employee.” He pinched her chin between his fingers to tilt back her head. He pressed his face closer. “And now that I have you in my house, under my care, do you honestly think I’m going to allow you to sleep anywhere else but in my bed?” He smiled at the rosy blush that bloomed over her cheeks. “Preferably under me, most of the time, with your legs spread wide and my cock buried deep inside your hot little body.”
“Just because I’m in your house, doesn’t automatically mean I’ll slake your lust,” she said indignantly. She pulled her face from his grasp and took a step back to put some much-needed space between them. She had to regain some semblance of control over her wayward libido.
“No? But you used me to ease yours at the club the other day. That speaks of double standards, Paige.”
“Be it as it may. I’m grateful that you’re willing to protect me and keep me safe, but this place is a fort and I’ll be fine in my own room.”
She straightened her shoulders. Ethan Brodie might be a hunk and sexy as fuck, but if he believed their relationship was going to be based on sex alone; she had a surprise in store for him.
Paige wanted Ethan, in more ways than one—had for years. It was time he learned exactly what that meant. In the meantime, he would have to work a hell of a lot harder to win her over. She picked up her bags and walked toward the door while clenching the muscles around the offending dildo inside her—expecting the vibrations to start at any moment. The temptation to yank her leggings down and rip it out of her pussy was hard to resist but she suppressed the desire to give in to it.
She might be making a stand against the man but she was slightly more wary of the Dom.
Ethan’s heart swelled with pride and respect as he watched her walk out of his room. She’d passed the test with flying colors. He knew, had he pressed a little harder, she would have given in to sharing his room. But her resistance just amplified the temptation. His little rosebud might be prissy about sharing his room but he’d seen her eyes. She wanted him as much as he wanted her.
Paige Scott had just sealed her own fate.
“Oh yes, sweetie. You, little rosebud, are going to be mine.”
An evil smile lighting up his face would’ve worried Paige, especially if she knew about the devious plans he was concocting in his mind. He’d shown possessiveness at her house. He had wanted her to see it; witness the depth of his desire. Prude Paige, was about to learn that Ethan had his own tricks to chip off all her inhibitions, even outside the club.
Ethan wanted her wild, hungry and completely mad for him. Not just at the club, but every minute of every day.
The chime of the doorbell yanked him from his musings.
“That’ll be Rhone and Samantha. Come join us, Paige,” he shouted over his shoulder as he started down the stairs to let them inside.
Her, “Not with this damn butterfly, I’m not,” floated after him.
“Don’t make me come and fetch you, my sweet. I guarantee you, you’ll be begging for that butterfly in no time.” His voice held a promise of iniquitous intent.
Ethan was serving drinks to Rhone and Samantha when Paige walked into the living room. Samantha smiled broadly at her.
“You’re Ethan’s Clinic Manager, Paige Scott, am I correct? She asked brightly. Paige had been her savior during her time in the hospital after being shot.
“You recognize her?” Ethan asked in surprise.
Samantha slanted a look of reproach at him. “Why wouldn’t I? She sat with me numerous times while I was recuperating.” Samantha squinted at Paige. “Wait a minute. I’ve seen you somewhere else as well. Hm, now where . . . Rose! You’re the sub from the club,” she exclaimed. “Well slap me with a wet fish.”
“You can say that again. How the devil did you make the connection between Paige and Rose?” Ethan was baffled.
“Are you saying you didn’t?” Samantha blinked at him in wonder.
“Not at first. It took me a while to put the two people together, especially as she wore a disguise to the club.”
Samantha stared at Paige, who squirmed under the intense regard of all three people in the room.
“Maybe, Dr. Brodie,” Samantha snipped, “it’s because as a woman we look past the exterior. If you had bothered to look into her eyes, you would have recognized her no matter the d
isguise she wore. Paige exudes compassion, energy and a passion that I’ve only rarely seen in others.”
“Oh, believe me, Sammy, I noticed that passion. It’s how I finally managed to put the pieces of the puzzle together.”
“If the two of you have finished dissecting me, I’d like to know if you have heard anything more about my brother,” Paige interjected.
Rhone quickly gave her a rundown of the information Alex had provided.
“Maybe your brother’s cover has been compromised, which means there is a mole in the covert team,” Rhone concluded.
Paige had gone pale. “The people at his house,” she pondered aloud. “That’s why you’ve put me under protection and it means Sean’s life is in danger too. What is the governor doing to get him out of Saudi Arabia?”
“It’s possible that the syndicate hasn’t connected your brother to Saudi Arabia, only that he poses a threat to them in general.” Ethan’s voice was deep and relaxed. It managed to settle the unease in her mind—but only slightly.
“How is that possible?”
“The team dynamics is of such that every member is only informed about his own operation. Others aren’t privy to it and he would be there under an assumed identity. An airtight one. It had to have been. Prince Khalid Saud did a thorough background check on him before he appointed him and allowed him entry into the palace grounds.”
Paige went as white as a sheet. Prince Khalid Saud? What the fuck was Sean doing there? She was shattered. She still found it hard to believe that her brother was a spy. Her insides quivered at the memories that threatened to escape the prison inside her mind at the mere mention of the name Saud.
“I suppose it’s a consolation that Sean is with the good guys.”
She swallowed hard. She had no idea what to tell her mother, but the truth wasn’t an option. She would likely have a heart attack and then her father would have something else to blame her for.
“From what Alex had said, Sean is a well-respected operative for the State. He’d done pretty good work since being recruited,” Rhone volunteered.
“Yeah, he was always very meticulous in everything he did.” Paige squirmed in the chair. The damn dildo and vibrator kept her on the edge. It pulsed and throbbed through her entire body.
