Her clothes from last night were fine. She hadn’t had time to wear them for very long, after all, and she had folded them tidily. She put them on and then dug in her little purse for some basic makeup, touching up around her eyes, adding some mascara and then a hint of lipstick. She pulled a few longer, fine blonde hairs out of ’Stair’s hairbrush to discard them, then quickly stuffed them back in. Let him find them there. It had taken ten minutes just to get her tangled mane into some semblance of order, and she still felt disheveled. That was his fault, his and Ashley’s, and she hadn’t missed his reaction to her using his toothbrush. She’d just sucked him off, he’d gone down on her last night and had his tongue halfway down her throat several times, but he balked at sharing his toothbrush? Please. Jackie quickly used a new one and then shoved it back in the packaging and into her purse. Let him wonder. She stifled a giggle and walked out to find him, moving in as seductive a manner as a woman with a hard object up her ass could pull off.
He was sitting on the couch, wearing his leathers, but now clad in a snow-white cotton shirt, one long leg negligently crossed on his knee at the ankle. He ironed as well as she did! Unless he had someone do his laundry for him. All the things she still needed to find out about him now kept adding up. He looked good enough to eat, and from the way he was looking at her, she did, too. She felt like the most beautiful, sexiest woman in the whole world, and the most fortunate one as well. She felt happy. There weren’t any other people in their intimate lives, just her, Ashley, and Alistair.
* * * *
She sat on one hip, curled in a corner of a love seat on the back wall of the lounge area. She sipped on a diet soda. Alistair didn’t allow alcohol when “events” were planned, apparently even events that were going to take place off-site. She really didn’t drink anyhow, aside from the occasional glass of wine, having learned the value of waking with a clear head and settled stomach a long time ago. People drifted in and out, some getting real drinks from the bar, some ordering soft drinks or some grabbing bottled water. Music ebbed and flowed from hidden speakers. It felt like the lobby of a high-end hotel, and she kind of drifted, alone yet not lonely, quite content where Alistair had settled her. He came back from time to time to refresh her soda and offer her some choice tidbits from the fruit and cheese plates that circulated. It was like a low-key party. Couples and threesomes sat together and conversed in low tones, laughter sometimes rippling or roaring, depending upon the utterer’s gender.
There had been several speculative looks sent in her direction at first, and then warm, knowledgeable smiles crossed pretty much every countenance. Alistair seemed to grow a few inches taller before her very eyes, and she swore his chest puffed up. It was delightful to feel his pride and possessiveness, and she gave him little speaking glances or shifted in pretense of discomfort on the plug when he bent a look back on her. She was flirting, and he didn’t really know quite what to do in response, she just knew it. He was pretty much a “strip and get over my lap,” “spread your legs,” or “strip and get on your knees” kind of guy, given his sexual proclivities, and she loved seeing him slightly off-balance.
Her arousal was building slowly and inexorably, honed by the atmosphere, the ever-present fullness in her ass, and ’Stair’s proximity. She occasionally looked at her watch, counting the hours and minutes until the Club closed, knowing that Ash would soon be getting off shift and heading home to await them. She wondered if she would have some surprises waiting even as she sent up a fervent prayer that Ashley was safe. It was a worry being a cop’s significant other, and she did her best not to think about it too often. Alistair would be such a support to her in that regard, too. He’d keep her from thinking crazy, worried thoughts, or at least distract her.
She wondered if Jace and Rowan had headed back to their town or if they were staying another night. She and Ashley had chosen a swanky hotel and booked a room for them to stay over after what she suspected had been a special evening for them, right down the hall from where she had had hers. She’d forgotten about them the minute ’Stair had touched her, but doubted they’d spared her a thought either. Her best friend Rowan had found her real man, and she had had her own wishes granted. Maybe Alistair would give some thought to renaming the Club. It had been host to a lot of Peyton Place-like adventures over the past year or so, according to Ashley.
Her lips twitched at suggesting some silly names to Alistair and looked up to see him watching her over the shoulders of a couple he was conversing with. The heat in his eyes made her stomach drop and her arousal spike higher. It was going to be a long wait until midnight, and if she hadn’t promised him that she wouldn’t touch herself, she’d be finding the restroom right about now. Instead, she gave him the same look right back and ran the tip of her tongue over her bottom lip and nearly laughed out loud when his eyes narrowed. Oh, she was so going to be in for it later. She couldn’t wait.
Chapter Seven
He was going to burst right out of his leathers if she didn’t stop that, stop those things she was doing. He swore he could hear them creak and kept clearing his throat to cover any possible sound. It was ridiculous. People knew what everyone did here, in some variation or another. They did it themselves, and there were very sexually aware and venturesome men and women in this very room. He had no need to hide his arousal, except he really wanted to keep it private, special, for Jackie. But she was teasing him, flirting with him, and he seemed to have forgotten how to respond, if he’d ever known. He wondered how she’d deal with it if he took her right over the arm of that love seat she was squirming on, right in front of the members. There had never been a scene or any overt sexual acts in this area. He was a law-abiding citizen. Those were reserved for the back of the Club, but damned if he didn’t feel like breaking his own rules. She was like an electrical charge surging through his bloodstream, and he only had himself to thank. He had insisted on waiting, prolonging the agony, holding off until later, and now he had to live with it. Well, he actually didn’t. He could do her here, drag her back to a room, whatever, and he knew she would welcome it, but he would wait. Ashley would be home by now, and the Club would close in an hour. He gritted his teeth and tried to attend to what Jorge and Alysha were saying and asking him. He had no memory of anything they’d shared and as his eyes met Jorge’s he realized the other man’s were full of unsuppressed mirth. Shit. He gave it up as a bad job and shrugged. These people were as close to being his friends as anyone, and they had clearly put two and two together and come up with three.
Monica and Robert finally came out to mingle, carefully avoiding his eyes. He made a mental note to check their work and then decided to sit with his intended and maybe torture her, just a bit, in payback. His overseeing responsibilities could wait. She watched him saunter toward her, her lovely little face alight with pleasure and joy, pulling her legs up further to give him room to sit close to her. He was overcome with the level of his feelings for her, and dropped an arm around her shoulders and eased her in for a kiss and to hell with his personal policy regarding no overt displays of affection outside of the Club proper. This was his woman, and therefore it was different.
He reveled in the way she snuggled into him and dropped her head onto his shoulder. He drifted the tips of his fingers over the exposed skin on the side of her neck and felt her shiver at the contact. He was so hard that he actually debated taking care of himself sooner than later, but if Jackie could hang on, so could he. He stilled for a moment. Where was the D/s in that thought? It was her job to control herself, his to teach her how to manage it. There was no need for equality, except there was. It was like being caught up in a stampede of conflicting thoughts and opinions, stripping away his hard-won control and careful routines like so much corn silk from the cob. He couldn’t say it was the most comfortable feeling, but it certainly thrilled him and made him feel so very much alive.
He slid his other hand under her knees to stretch her shapely legs across his thighs and watched her eyes as the p
lug jostled. Everyone else in the room appeared intent on their conversations and plans, although he was fairly certain he and Jackie were being watched, however covertly. Alistair Frayne had joined the ranks of the fallen at long last. That fucking Max Brewster had indeed been hinting as much for the past while, and Alistair was going to have a word with the good doctor at some point. Maybe reward Max for his vision. His mouth drew up at the thought.
“What’s that evil little grin about?”
He pressed a kiss on her temple. “Nothing that concerns you, little one.”
Jackie pouted, and again that plump bottom lip had him thinking carnal thoughts. He wondered if he would ever get tired of the way she tried to manipulate him, or get weary of punishing her for her efforts. Probably not.
“I hope it was about me,” she said in a sweet, little voice.
“It’s always about you,” he said effortlessly because in fact, it initially had been. Max just got caught in the fallout. He tamped down his tiny spurt of irritated jealousy and eased a hand under her skirt. She stiffened immediately and clamped her legs together.
“We’re in public,” she whispered urgently. “There are rules.”
“There are indeed, Jackie, and I set them. Now open.”
She started to glance around, and he fixed her with a look. She was going to have to accept that he made these kinds of choices and learn he would never humiliate her or make this public because that wasn’t what she thought she needed. Not yet. She eased her legs apart sufficiently for him to move his hand to her sex. Dripping. The gusset of her panties was soaked through, and the tops of her thighs were wet with her excitement. Alistair slid a finger under the elastic and pushed it up inside her without any preliminaries, and she clamped down on him. He rotated it so that his thumb could rest over her clit and fucked in and out in tiny increments.
“Stay still and don’t come.”
Her eyes deepened to violet and beseeched him, her bottom lip now trembling. He kept the other members in his peripheral vision, both to ensure privacy until the time that his little nonexhibitionist became more in tune with what he expected, and to uphold those damn rules. His cock pushed urgently against his leathers, and he worked Jackie harder. Her hips hitched a tiny bit, and he growled under his breath at her, enjoying how she stilled instantly at his unspoken command. Her breasts began to lift with the increase in her breathing, and the nipples hardened into blunt little points against the silky stuff of her top. He felt the beginnings of her orgasm as her clit responded to the torment and her sheath fluttered. He carefully withdrew and hid a smile at the outraged look on her face. He put his finger to her mouth, and she obediently opened and sucked it in. He pulled it out and placed another kiss on her lips, his tongue snaking inside to taste her essence.
“I’m going to close up now, darlin’. Hold that thought.”
* * * *
She was going to expire with need. She sat without moving a muscle once ’Stair had set her legs away from him and left her to start shepherding people out the door, earlier than usual. She was afraid that there would be a wet spot on the back of her skirt and, while humiliated by the thought, found it titillating as well. Maybe a little exhibitionism wasn’t such a bad thing after all, especially when Ash and Alistair would take care of her. Showing others how powerful their connection was kind of appealed. She hadn’t missed the straining bulge in his pants and wondered how one got pre-cum out of leather. Well, that was his problem because he wasn’t wearing those things at home. Today was the exception. Home. It had such a nice ring to it. Jackie’s thoughts turned to rings. They would all wear one, and she’d design them and have them made, probably in platinum. Alistair didn’t wear any jewellery that she was aware of, but she knew he’d wear a ring for her. Her pussy pulsed, but she tried to ignore it. She hardly noticed the plug now unless she moved too quickly and accepted that she was probably stretched enough for a fat cock, even if she still had her doubts about anal sex. Everyone she knew raved about it, but those were mostly men, and it wasn’t their rectums being stretched and filled, their innards poked. Or at least she didn’t think so. Alistair would have experienced something similar because he wouldn’t expect her to do anything he hadn’t done or mastered. Master. Nope, he was her Sir, and Ashley could be her Ma’am in the bedroom maybe, but no one mastered her. She was submissive when it suited her.
The place finally emptied out, and her Sir was coming toward her with the inherent elegant stride of a big cat or a wolf. She couldn’t decide which picture fit her fantasy better. He offered her his hand and she placed hers on the palm. She came up off the love seat like a feather and plastered herself against his chest, loving the smell of him. She worked her fingers through his short hair, gently tugging the short lengths, and went on tiptoe to kiss him. He kissed her back, took control of the contact, and she lost her breath. She might have to rethink this mastered thing sometimes.
“C’mon, Jackie. Ash will be waiting, and I’ve waited long enough.”
She allowed him to lead her through the room and out the front door, pausing while he locked up, and then proceeded to hustle down the steps and out to his big black truck. It thrilled her to know that he ached for her as much as she ached for him. He handed her up onto the passenger seat and made sure she was buckled in and the door shut firmly before rounding the hood and getting into the driver’s side. He cranked the big engine over and pulled out of the lot. Jackie opened her mouth to fill the silence and then shut it, content to watch ’Stair’s profile and enjoy the competent manner in which he wove the large vehicle through traffic.
The black velvet of the night was pierced by the twin beams of the truck’s headlights as they traveled the poorly lit streets of the neighborhood where she and Ash shared a small house they had very recently purchased. It wasn’t really that far from the Club, and she wondered if she would have run into Alistair in time.
“Heavy thoughts?”
“No. Just thinking we live reasonably close by big city standards.”
“Do you care where we are going to live? The part of the city?”
It was actually happening. They were talking about the future again. It was even more real now that they were away from the Club and heading over to meet up with Ashley. “I’d prefer not to be too far from work, actually. I like to walk.”
“You walk to work?”
Jackie wondered at his abrupt tone. “Sometimes, although not unless Ashley does.”
“Okay.”
“What’s that about?”
“I don’t want you walking alone in this part of the city, Jackie. We’ll find a place that’s safe and figure out how you get back and forth to work then.”
Good grief. She hadn’t given it a thought. Of course she was careful wherever she went, and she walked with Ash because of safety. He was overreacting. But then this was all kind of new to him. Something else to work out because he wasn’t dictating her life outside the bedroom. Even those few days together when she was nineteen had given her a glimpse of how controlling he could be, and she suspected he hadn’t mellowed with age, although he seemed to be trying hard to meet them both in the middle.
They pulled into the drive. Ash’s car was already there as expected, and Jackie heaved a sigh of relief that her sweetheart had made it through yet another day unscathed. She was unbuckled and out of the truck before Alistair could come around to help. She ran lightly up the steps and punched in the door code.
“Ash?”
“In here.”
She heard ’Stair’s footsteps behind her and the door close and the deadbolt thrown. She kicked off her shoes and went to find Ashley in their bedroom. Holy shit. The bed was stripped, and there were candles everywhere. Ash was wearing a black satin dressing gown and looked fabulous, her pale skin luminous and glowing. Jackie went to enfold her in an embrace and squinted over her shoulder. Were those restraints on the headboard? Ash didn’t do that kind of stuff. Their love life was terrific, satisfying, and she kne
w that Ashley had found last night fun, but restraints? She whirled to see Alistair giving her an enigmatic look. “You planned this.”
He ignored the accusation in her tone. “We did, darlin’. We won’t be doing scenes outside of the Club very often, but I kind of wanted to christen our, uh, relationship here, seeing as I’m moving in.”
Jackie heard something in his voice, something at odds with his Dom appearance, and her heart melted. He was feeling a tad hesitant and unsure. She knew better than to go and give him a hug. Instead, she provoked him. “I’m taking this thing out of my ass!”
He caught her before she made it to the adjoining bathroom but not before she winked at Ash, who didn’t let on. Her girl could play poker with the best of them. He wrapped her up and hauled her to the bed, and she protested to cover her laughter. “I’ve worn it for hours! Take it out!”
’Stair kissed her silent, and her immediate response to him washed over her mirth and her teasing, drowning them. She melted into him. She felt Ash efficiently remove her skirt and panties, and then Alistair pulled her up and yanked off the rest of her clothes, the removal of his lips giving her a chance to breathe. Ash came to sit beside her and reached out to roll her nipples between her fingertips while Alistair stripped off his clothes. He’d be going home in the morning in his leathers, well, back to his austere living quarters, and he’d carry the look off. If she went home in her party dress in the morning, everyone would know what she’d been doing. The absurdity of it had her laughing again, and Alistair locked his eyes with hers.
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