I woke up the following morning still secured to his bed with the tie and deliciously sore. Luke was talking softly on his cell and smiling.
We hurriedly got dressed and went to the hospital.
Alexander William Righteous weighed in at seven pounds and seven ounces. He was beautiful. I looked up from the blanket-covered bundle in my lap and Luke winked at me. My heart melted. We would discuss children sooner than a few years.
I enjoyed watching the bad boys of rock pass Alex around. Their hands were so much larger than the baby’s head, but their gentleness belied their bad reputations. Jewel’s baby bump was just showing. Matt and Stephon took turns rubbing her belly and whispering things in her ear that had her blushing.
This was my family now too and it was incredible to be part of such an amazing group. Angela sat up in bed exhausted but happy, Krispin never far from her side. Jewel’s men kept her close.
I gazed at Luke, a warm feeling running through me clear to my toes. Bad girls needed bad boys to make life work. No one else could handle us.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Machala
I claimed he wasn’t romantic, but Luke proved me wrong.
He had something special planned for our one month wedding anniversary. I was currently strapped to a chair in the playroom, a scarf covering my eyes. Luke’s hand gently moved my hair aside. Or, I thought it was Luke, but when the fingers moved up over my jaw a different scent filled me.
“Hi, beautiful girl,” Wade said as he kissed my cheek. “I’m here to fuck you dry.”
An electric thrill ran over every inch of flesh on my body and I shivered.
“She’s been a naughty girl all day. For some reason she seems to think I should have spoiled her surprise and told her you’d be joining us.” Luke spoke from behind me. He reached around and pinched my nipples. “Untie her and we’ll move her to a more accommodating location. You haven’t seen her pretty pussy piercing.”
Luke loved calling it that. It usually had me laughing, but he squeezed my nipples again and I sucked in a quick breath. Wade unclipped me from the chair, leaving my wrist and ankle straps on. Luke circled his arms under mine and lifted me up and over. He roughly dragged me across the room. “Grab her legs and hold on. She’ll kick.”
What the fuck?
When Luke originally led me into the playroom, my eyes were blindfolded. I had no idea what he set up. Wade pulled my legs straight out in front of me as Luke lowered me slowly. Shit. He was adjusting me on a lubed dildo and it was going up my ass. He’s right. I struggled.
“Now, now, girl. We plan on fucking this nasty hole along with the pretty one and we want you ready. You’ll sit here and take your punishment like the naughty girl you are.”
The weight of my body forced me on the dildo even though my ass objected. I never knew what this man would plan next. Once I was down and cool wood pressed against my ass, Luke pulled my arms up over my head. Wade fastened my wrists to a chain above me. I could hear the clinking links as the clips on my cuffs secured me. My feet didn’t touch the ground and the fucking dildo had no smaller flange that allowed my ass to close around it and alleviate the ache.
“She enjoys these. Clamp them on.”
Wade clamped the fucking nightmare torture devices to my breasts. I couldn’t help the slight shriek that escaped my throat. Luke circled his hands around me from the back and pulled my knees wide apart. “Play with her pretty.”
Wade’s fingers stroked through my folds and I felt a slight tug to the piercing. He pressed on it, rubbing it against my clit. Luke’s teeth entered my shoulder as he added a bit of pressure to the clamps. I screamed and bucked slightly, but the sensations coming from every direction didn’t stop and I was seconds from coming.
“You don’t have permission to come, girl.”
Fuck. I pulled in a deep breath and tried relaxing my body. Luke enjoyed threatening me with a lemon and vinegar enema and I wouldn’t put it past him to do it with Wade in attendance.
Wade’s lips took over where his fingers left off. It was frustrating because he was only playing and using the tip of his tongue. My groan of frustration filled the room.
“You want to let her get away with that?” Luke asked Wade.
Wade must have responded with a head nod because he didn’t say anything.
“I didn’t think so. Grab the short whip,” Luke said.
I hadn’t played with Wade since a few weeks before the scene I witnessed between him and Luke. Wade always acted tentative and he really never hurt me. The short whip landing against my clamped nipples sent fiery agony through my breasts and there was no mistaking my cry of pain. That didn’t stop him. He struck me again.
The bastard. “What the fuck, Wade? If you put your dick anywhere near my mouth I’m biting it off.”
“I won that bet,” Luke said with a laugh.
Wade laughed too. “Nah, I’ll let Luke have the honor first. I’ll think of something to make you pay me back for the money I just lost, though.”
Luke moved around me as Wade lowered the chain holding my wrists up. This allowed Luke to grab my hair, bend me forward, and force his cock to the back of my throat. “When I keep her mouth busy, she can’t complain.”
Luke knew I wouldn’t bite down, but I wanted to. When he pulled out, Wade’s cock filled my mouth. His taste was different, though not unpleasant at all. The shortness of breath from deep throating Luke had me on the edge again. I moaned over Wade’s cock.
“No, girl. None of that.”
Wade pulled out and Luke thrust in. My jaw ached horribly, but they continued. Neither of them came. I was finally unchained and lifted from the dildo. They carried me to the bed. Wade lowered me until Luke’s cock filled my ass.
“Wrap your legs around Wade’s hips.”
Wade thrust in and Luke released the nipple clamps. I screamed against Wade’s abs as the two men pistoned in and out. With the blindfold on everything was intensified. My pussy and ass stretched to accommodate both men, my nipples throbbed, and my pulse raced.
Luke’s fingers circled my throat and pressed down. “Come, girl.”
Fuck, my insides exploded. Wade gave a final grunt and buried himself deeply. Luke’s hands grasped Wade, pulling him closer and I was totally sandwiched between the two men as my orgasm continued.
Minutes later I was spooned by Luke and my hand rested on Wade’s chest as the three of us lay in the bed.
“Happy anniversary, girl.” Luke kissed my neck softly.
“If this is one month, I’ll be dead by the twelfth.”
Wade’s chest rumbled with laughter beneath my hand. “As long as you invite me to these special celebrations I’m good,” he said as he continued laughing.
“What was the bet?” The blindfold was off and I could see Wade glance down at me. “That you’d smart off to me before him. Your husband gets a blowjob if you give the okay.” Wade seemed tentative. “Don’t feel badly if it’s something you don’t want to watch or don’t want happening. He is your husband after all.”
And just like that my pussy flooded and my thighs clenched. Now Luke’s laughter took over. “There was never any doubt she’d agree as long as she could watch.”
“I get to do more than watch, I get to participate. Right now please.” Both men wore condoms.
“That’s doable. My cock is coming to attention again.” Luke said as he released me and rolled from the bed.
“Of course it is,” Wade grumbled.
I watched them both enter the bathroom and heard the water running as they cleaned up. Wade came out first and gave me a wink. His cock was now at full attention. Even with my sore jaw, I wanted it, but I wanted to watch more.
“Knees,” Luke said when he walked out. Wade was a little slower than I was.
Luke leaned over and gave me a possessive kiss. He grabbed Wade’s hair and tilted his head back as he moved away from me. “Suck me, boy.” His eyes went to mine and he nodded his head. “Touch me,
girl.”
That’s all I needed. I rose up and moved slightly behind him. I kept my eyes on his cock as it slowly went into Wade’s mouth. I reached between Luke’s legs and gently squeezed his balls. His groan had me smiling. Wade played and I watched fascinated by everything he did. He was rougher than I was and Luke liked it. I wasn’t jealous; this was a learning experience. When Luke finally pulled Wade in close so his cock went down his throat, I could feel the tightness in Luke’s balls. I’d wanted to try this for a long time, but Luke never gave me a chance. I squeezed two fingers into his ass. He grasped my hair with one hand as his hips jerked twice and he came down Wade’s throat with a louder groan.
He backed off so Wade could breathe and I removed my fingers, looking up into my husband’s sadistic smirk.
“Happy anniversary, Luke.”
Chapter Twenty-Five
Eighteen months later…
Luke
Nerves had my palms sweating. Keeping Machala outside this loop wasn’t easy. I didn’t think she suspected anything. Most of my calls took place during the day while she worked.
I couldn’t believe how fast a year and a half had gone by. Each day with my girl was better than the last. Perfect, no. Machala needed attitude adjustments on a regular basis. I was just the sadist to enjoy giving them to her.
This was different.
I woke her up early and had her dress casually. She surprisingly didn’t ask many questions. Today was our eighteen-month anniversary. Every month I did something different. Some included Wade, and some were just for the two of us, but each month we celebrated our life together in the kinkiest ways I could imagine.
It was cool outside, so I bundled her into the car quickly. We had returned the previous weekend from a two-month North American tour and the exhaustion was still shrouding us. She, of course, went back to work last week putting in long hours, while I pretty much worked out and relaxed privately at home. As much as I loved my bandmates, the weeks following a tour I stayed away from them. Too much of a good thing and all that. Machala was different. She called Angela and Jewel at least once a week checking up on the babies.
We arrived at the airport and I turned the car to a smaller private runway. The plane would be landing in a few minutes. I’d contacted Damian over a year ago and he’d gotten me in touch with Nathanial Monroe. I knew of the man—a world-renowned Shibari artist, but I had no idea about his political connections. Fourteen months later, I stood at the airport holding Machala’s hand.
“You taking me somewhere for our anniversary, Luke?” Her smile was so unsuspecting.
The plane taxied in and my heart thudded rapidly. I turned and pulled her into my arms. God, her lips. Every time I kissed her I loved them more. “I love you, Machala Isaak,” I said when I pulled back. Her eyes were dark pools. She went to her toes and kissed my lips gently.
“I love you, Luke Isaak.”
I walked us closer to the plane, which had made a complete stop. The side door opened and stairs popped out landing firmly on the ground. Monroe exited first. He turned after taking the first step and took the hand of a woman who we couldn’t see clearly. Yet.
When we did, the air left my lungs. I was looking at the mirrored image of my wife.
Machala’s knees gave way and I caught her. She started trembling uncontrollably. I hugged her tightly and kissed her forehead. “Happy anniversary, girl.”
***
Machala
No reflection, she was real. In every line of her face, her strength shown clearly but I knew mine did too. I wasn’t the sickly child of my youth. Our tears fell freely. She spoke in broken English assuring me that it was her. Luke stood behind me and when my sister’s arms loosened fractionally, I pulled him close so I touched them both.
It was a while before I noticed an Indian man holding the hands of two children while standing at the bottom of the plane’s stairs. My sister’s family. In all the dreams she always tried telling me something. Now I realized that maybe it was that she was okay.
We both were.
Dear Reader,
You have no idea the journey this book took. Luke and Machala argued with me every chapter. My editor (one of two wonderful women) made a comment after she finished edits that had me realizing why Temporary Dom was so difficult to write.
“Machala frustrated me no end because I didn’t understand why she wouldn’t just spill the beans but you made it work.”
That insightful sentence opened my eyes. In a way, this is the story of a horrible secret I kept well into my thirties. My husband, the love of my life, slowly, after fourteen years got the truth.
When I was twelve-years-old, I witnessed a violent crime and kept it quiet long after I knew I wasn’t in danger. Shame was the reason. A child can feel deep shame that carries through to adulthood. The truth did set me free and my past plays a large part in who I am today.
I’m proud of the person I’ve become.
Thank you to all my readers for being patient as I threw away fifty-thousand words and all but started this book over. I fed you excuses but really that’s all they were. Luke and Machala’s story was there but I fought it. Your encouragement and humor kept me searching for the right words until each chapter finally flew onto my keyboard. I can only hope their story was worth the wait.
It always amazes me that people read my books. It amazes me more when they like them. Your feedback always warms my heart even when you don’t enjoy the way I sometimes handle things. You have a way of making me feel you’re so invested in the story that it’s personal. Thank you for that.
A special thanks to the ladies who read my work and make me look good—Michelle, Pat, and Bethany. I always say this but it’s true… YOU ROCK!
My plans are to write Wade’s story next but we’ll see. I have a standalone book screaming to get out and it might trump “Freeing the Dom” or at least, slow it down. I’m currently working on Fang Chronicles: Ivan by D’Elen McClain (book six) and also Crimson Brothers by Holly S. Roberts, the second book in the Crimson Vampire series. Before the end of the year I’ll publish my second Dragon book, Dragons Don’t Love, also by D’Elen McClain.
No rest for the wicked, I promise.
Hugs,
Holly
Crimson Brothers
Uncorrected Excerpt
Chapter One
Tyson
“You know what dickwad, don’t say a fucking word.” I wiped the sweat from my brow, adjusted my shades and hat, and continued digging. I’d removed my shirt an hour ago though it gave no relief from the volcanic explosion called the sun.
We were digging a fucking latrine, in the middle of the desert, in more than a hundred degree heat. If we got the holes deep enough, I’d toss Fabian in and let the corps shit on him. For once, the douche didn’t flash so much as a smile because he knew I was looking for a reason to beat his ass. Not that it would be easy. At the best of times it was a fifty-fifty proposition though my anger might give me an advantage. I hadn’t stopped cussing since we began digging. I’m sure he took it as an improvement since I gave him exactly two grunts during the five hours it took for us to get here.
I started in again, “The general’s fucking niece? Are you out of your god damn mind? If you think this is the worst of our punishment, you’re wrong. He’ll have us on the front line getting our guts ripped out by two-legged barking monsters as soon as we’re finished here.”
Fabian remained quiet but this non-verbal bullshit was starting to get to me. In all the years I’d known him, he always had a smartass comeback. I stewed and kept shoveling.
“Are you finished?” Fabian finally found his voice.
“What the fuck do you mean by that? We have another fucking ten holes to dig.”
Fabian tossed his shovel down and squared up with me. “Give it your best shot. You fucked her too. If I remember correctly you had your cock so far up her ass you could feel her tonsils. Hell, I could feel your dick while she was blowing me. Take your
best swing because I can’t stand another minute of your fucking whining.”
I almost did. At this moment, I would love nothing more than to remove his front teeth permanently. Fuck. I reached over and grabbed my canteen. We had another five gallons of hot water in the jeep and Christ we might still run out. Our entire corps would be here tomorrow and they could bury our withered bodies in one of latrines. I said one because if we went down it would be together. Fabian was my brother. Not by blood but by something stronger.
Death.
He saved my life with no thought to his own. It was the first year of our fight against the werewolves. We both should have died that day. Fabian was now my brother and I would always have his back. He could have my dick if he wanted it too. We’d shared so many women it practically belonged to him anyway. Neither of us gave a fuck about who touched who where. With a woman in the middle it was all about the end result. I don’t even know if I could get it up without Fabian.
Brothers. End of story.
Fabian went back to shoveling. I was a split second from uttering an apology because he was right—I had enjoyed her. It was the small fact that she and Fabian kept her identity a secret. That’s what pissed me off. Yes, I probably would have fucked her anyway but at least, then, I would deserve the punishment. I opened my mouth at the same time Fabian’s shovel hit something hard.
“Mother fucker,” he yelled.
That had to hurt like hell. We’d run into a few rocks but most were small. We were in the Arizona desert hundreds of miles from anywhere. The U.S. military gave up Arizona’s large cities early on. The people flocked to California and Colorado when the military decided to blast the hairy fuckers off the planet and use the desert as a mind field. Hadn’t worked but if you had to blow a place up, the god forsaken desert was a good place to start.
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