Nate's Naughty Nymph [The Doms of Club Mystique 5] (Siren Publishing Classic)

by Mardi Maxwell

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Her fingers brushed his wrist as she reached for her clit. He kept his thumb in her ass and stroked his fingers over the sensitive walls of her vagina. She drew in a breath and held it as she brushed her fingers over her clit, softly at first, then harder, faster.

  “Oh, Nate. This feels so good. Amazing. Please, please.”

  “Not yet, baby. Stroke that sweet little clit.”

  Nymph whimpered but continued to stroke her clit. She chanted his name as the muscles in her legs tensed and her belly quivered. He finger fucked her until her vaginal walls tightened around his fingers. “Stop, now, Nymph.”

  “Nate, please.”

  He continued to finger her while he waited to see what she would do. After a second, she moved her hand to her lower belly. Her cunt tightened around his fingers and her breasts rose and fell with each breath she took. He pulled his index finger from her and stroked it over her clit. It was swollen, the hood drawn back. “Come for me now.”

  “Oh, yes, oh, Nate.”

  Nate slammed his mouth over hers as she exploded and screamed her pleasure into his mouth. She trembled and collapsed onto the bed but he wasn’t done with her yet. He pinched her clit and gave it a little tug. “Come again.”

  A long-drawn-out moan hummed from her lips as he slid his fingers into her again and felt her clamp down on them. He stroked her G-spot. She shuddered and moaned his name.

  After several moments she stirred and opened her eyes. “I’ve been good for months and kept my hands to myself and I haven’t topped from the bottom for two weeks.”

  “You think you deserve a reward?” Nate chuckled because he knew what was coming next—him.

  “I’ve waited so long to touch you. To taste you. Please let me, Sir.”

  Nate kissed her then brushed his lips over her smooth cheek. “I’m all yours, pet.” He rolled onto his back, crossed his hands beneath his head, and relaxed. A second later, her fingers slipped beneath the elastic band of his boxers and brushed the head of his cock. She grasped it and glided her hand up and down. Her lips roamed over his neck to his ear. Her tongue flicked over his earlobe before she nipped it.

  “I’ve dreamt about doing this every night since I met you again,” she said, her voice soft. “I knew you would be big”—she squeezed him—”but not this big.”

  Nymph licked his neck before she pressed her mouth against his. He opened for her and she matched the strokes of her tongue against his to the stroking of her hand over his dick. A moment later she slid beneath the blanket and worked her way down the center of his chest to his cock. She sucked the head into her mouth. He groaned and threaded his fingers through her hair. “God, baby, that feels so good.”

  Nate was in heaven. He literally couldn’t remember the last time he’d had sex other than giving himself a hand job. He began to lift his hips, but Nymph placed a warm hand on his belly. She sucked and licked the head of his cock until it was so sensitive he thought he’d explode. He fucked up into her mouth until he bumped the back of her throat. She moaned. Her throat vibrated, ramping up his arousal. Damn, he should’ve known she’d be good at this. She sucked and nibbled and licked as if his cock was her favorite treat. Just as he was about to come, she pulled away and let him calm down before she began over again. After the third time he growled a warning. She laughed then took him to the back of her throat and hummed as she sucked hard. He exploded and she swallowed his cum. She held him in her mouth, sucked on him again, and flicked her tongue over the head of his cock. A smaller wave of pure pleasure pulsed through him. A second later, she slid up his body and snuggled her head into his shoulder.

  “You taste even better than I thought you would.”

  She shifted her head until it was beneath his chin and one leg was between his. Her pussy was hot and wet against his leg. He slid his hand down her back then cupped her ass and felt her relax as she fell asleep.

  * * * *

  An hour later, he woke her. She grumbled then slid from the bed, and gathered her clothes.

  “You know you can turn the bathroom light on, right?”

  “The nurse might come in. Besides, I’m used to dressing in the dark now.” She kissed his cheek before silently disappearing into the bathroom.

  He knew she’d closed the door but it hadn’t made a sound. Nymph was always thinking ahead. The first time she’d heard the loud click the door made, she’d tried several times to open and close it silently. When she realized it was impossible to do, she’d brought some tools from home and fixed it. She’d also made sure that the door to the room squeaked when it was opened so he’d know when someone entered. There wasn’t much she couldn’t do for herself thanks to her Uncle Jack. He’d taken her with him wherever he went, and when she wasn’t with him she’d been with one of his buddies, learning from them. She was an amazing woman, but the thing he liked the most about her was her code of honor. She said exactly what she thought and she meant it. There was no deceit to her, as far as he could tell.

  A few feet away from him he heard the shower running and then Nymph bumped into something and mumbled an amazing collection of curse words. He smiled as he reached up for the handles of the safety bars that hung above his bed. Cursing was another thing Jack and his friends had taught her. He’d have to deal with the behavior in the future.

  He pulled himself up and swung around until his legs dangled over the side of the bed. The handles helped him balance while he forced his legs to lift and lower one at a time. After three sets of ten each, he switched to another exercise and continued until his thigh muscles shook.

  His attention was drawn to the window when a bird landed on the sill. It stayed for a moment until something spooked it and it flew away. The hair on the back of his neck stood up, and he wondered if the universe was sending him a warning.

  The bathroom door swung open. Nymph walked toward him and a red dot appeared on her forehead. Nate yelled a warning as he used his arms to launch himself off the bed in her direction. He slammed into her, and they fell to the floor as a bullet zipped by his head.

  Nymph slid out from beneath him and ran her hands over his body. “Are you hit?”

  “I’m okay.” He held her closer. “The shooter’s on the roof of the annex. It’s the only way he’d get high enough to get a line of sight.”

  “Then we can’t go toward the door.”

  “No.” Nate looked around. “Scoot under the bed.”

  “You go first.”

  “Do you remember the conversation we had about obedience?”

  His words sent her scrambling over him and belly-crawling beneath the bed.

  Nate used his arms to pull himself across the floor. Once he was under the bed, he shielded her with his body. “Do you have your phone with you?”

  Nymph pulled it out and showed it to him.

  “Call the number I gave you and tell whoever answers what’s going on. Tell them where I think the shooter’s located.”

  Nymph had the number on speed dial and a second later she breathed a sigh of relief when a deep masculine voice answered. She quickly explained what had happened.

  “Tell them our location,” Nate said just as another bullet slammed into the wall above the bed.

  “He doesn’t believe me,” she said.

  Nate took the phone and identified himself. “The fucker just fired again. Now, get your ass in gear and get that son of a bitch.” Nate hung up, then handed her the phone.

  Nymph covered Nate’s hand and squeezed it. “Did you hurt yourself when you dove at me?”

  Nate did a quick scan of his body. “Everything seems to be working.”

  The door crashed into the wall as it was flung open and several armored men entered the room. The first two carried tactical ballistic shields and moved to the window and closed the blinds. Then they held their positions, putting a barrier between him and Nymph and the shooter.

  Nate slid off of Nymph. “Go, now.”

  “Nate?” />
  “I’m right behind you.” He waited until Nymph was wrapped in a tactical blanket and rushed from the room before he began to scoot from beneath the bed.

  One of Dirk McCabe’s men dropped to his knees beside the bed and slid a long spinal board next to him. “Dr. Stephens sent you a ride. He said to tell you don’t be an ass.”

  Nate cursed, but relented and eased onto the board and was pulled out from beneath the bed. A tactical blanket landed on him. Within seconds he was in the hallway and being moved to a gurney under Dr. Stephen’s supervision. Once he was settled, Nymph grabbed his hand and refused to let go, even when the doctor ordered a full workup including an MRI.

  “I’m going with you.” Nymph looked at the men who surrounded them. “Who’s in charge here?”

  A man in body armor stepped forward. “I’m Orin. Who are you?”

  Nymph flipped her badge out and showed it to him. “Did you get the shooter?”

  Orin shook his head. “He was gone by the time we arrived, but we’ve got him on the surveillance cameras and we’ve secured the roof of the annex.”

  Nymph pointed toward Nate. “This man is in danger because of me. I need an armed detail to stay with him until I can arrange for his protection.”

  Nate started to correct her and she shushed him. A big mistake on her part. He squeezed her hand to get her attention.

  She patted his arm. “I’ve got this.”

  “Be quiet. Now.” Nate squeezed her hand again. She looked at him and froze. He resisted the urge to smile. He’d never seen her so startled or aroused. He kept his eyes on her as he said, “The shooter may have been after me.”

  “Then why was he aiming at me?” Nymph asked.

  “Because that’s the way he operates. He goes after his enemies’ family.”

  “I’m not your family.”

  “If they’ve been watching me, then they know you mean something to me. That’s why they targeted you first.”

  Nymph glanced around at their audience. She leaned closer to him and asked, “You think it’s our old farming friend?”

  “That’s right.” Nate smiled because she looked so serious and she was chewing on her bottom lip again. He reached up and rubbed his finger over her mouth, and she licked the tip. Her eyes narrowed as she surveyed the people surrounding them. He knew she was wondering the same thing he was wondering. Had someone told Rolando Mendez that he was still alive and where to find him?

  Nymph shook her head. “I don’t think it’s him. The shooter could have shot you anytime they wanted, and then me when I came out of the bathroom. I think it’s the man I’ve been following. He has a rep for this kind of thing.” Nymph grinned and whispered, “And, he’s a really bad shot.”

  Nate chuckled even though he was beginning to feel the pain from his fall. “We need to see if you can identify him on the video then.”

  A moment later Orin held out a small laptop, and Nate and Nymph looked at the footage of the shooter.

  Nymph frowned. “That’s my guy, but how the hell did he know about you and that I would be here tonight?”

  “Sounds like your boss is dirty, unless you told someone else you were coming here tonight.”

  Nymph shook her head. “No. Nobody else knew and I made sure I wasn’t followed.”

  “First thing you do is report to your boss that you were followed tonight and that they took a shot at you. Do that now.” Nate looked at Orin. “She’s going to need some security until I get out of here.”

  “I can take care of myself,” Nymph reminded him.

  Nate ignored her and told Orin, “Round the clock.”

  Orin pointed to the three men with him. “This is Hugh, Miles, and Doolin. They’re your new best friends.”

  “Look, Orin, I don’t need or want you or any of your guys getting in my way,” Nymph insisted.

  Nate squeezed her hand to get her attention. “In a few days I want you to hand in your resignation.”

  “I’m not quitting my job. Besides, this means I’m on the inside and I can get the evidence on him.”

  Nate hooked his hand behind her neck and pulled her down until their noses were just a few inches apart. He stared into her eyes until she looked away. Then he turned her head until his mouth was against her ear. “Nymph, when it comes to your safety I’m in charge. Always. Do you understand?”

  Nymph stared at him, began to argue, and shrugged instead. “Yes, Sir, but you’re not always going to get your way.”

  Nate grinned. “We’ll see.”

  Chapter Four

  Seven weeks later Nate climbed out of Nymph’s car and looked at her craftsman-style home. The front door opened and Jack appeared.

  “It’s about time you got here, Marine.” Jack pointed toward Nymph. “She’s about taken care of me to the point of death.”

  Nate chuckled, then reached out and patted Jack on the shoulder. “Good to see you, Jack.”

  Jack grunted. “Get in here. I’ve got dinner on the table.”

  Nate laughed. “You cooked?”

  “Hell, no, son, but I know how to grill a steak and Nymph made the other stuff earlier today.”

  Nate glanced at Nymph with a raised brow.

  She laughed. “Yes, potato salad and your recipe for Texas-style beans.” She looked away then said, “Even though it was wrong and needs more chili powder.”

  Nate swatted her on the bottom. “That recipe is a proven winner.” He waved Nymph into the house ahead of him, then stepped in behind her. The living room reflected her personality. It had open uncluttered spaces with only a few intriguing objects scattered around. The walls were covered with an interesting series of black and white sketches with splashes of color. The furniture was overstuffed and looked comfortable, with lots of pillows scattered around. He took a deep breath and recognized the scent of lemons and something else, maybe cinnamon or cloves.

  Nymph slid her hand into his. “Welcome home, Nate.”

  He gave her hand a little squeeze. His sons were safe in their new home, but he knew he was bringing trouble to Nymph’s door. They’d talked it over and she’d assured him she was prepared for anything that came their way. He believed her.

  When it came to their relationship, she was an intriguing combination of flirty submissive and skittish alpha female. One moment she teased and snuggled up to him. The next she drew back with a watchful look in her eyes. He knew she was testing him to see if he was worthy of her submission. It was an interesting and new position for him, or any Dom, to find himself in. He found it in turn amusing and aggravating. He had to constantly remind himself that he was giving her time to get to know him when his natural instinct was to put her over his knee and swat her ass.

  They were making progress, though. The previous week he’d had her download and complete a BDSM checklist and they’d spent an evening discussing her limits. It’d been a surprising revelation, as Nymph was more adventurous then he’d thought she’d be. She was willing to try just about anything as long as it didn’t involve bloodshed, humiliation, which she’d said would really piss her off, and cages. Her willingness to be restrained had surprised him but he hadn’t been surprised about her reluctance to be caged. Nymph loved her freedom, and he knew that the greatest gift she would ever give him was her submission.

  Tonight he intended to see how she handled her first erotic spanking. Just the thought of her bare ass across his lap had his cock so hard it ached. He adjusted himself and caught her watching him. She sent him a knowing grin before leading him through the dining room and kitchen to a large screened-in sunroom.

  “I thought you’d like to eat out here since you’ve been locked up in the hospital for so long.”

  Nate rewarded her thoughtfulness with a hug and a kiss on the side of her neck. “You’re right about that.” He looked around the room. It was sparsely furnished with a table and four chairs, a couple comfortable-looking cushioned chairs, and a large cushioned porch swing. The backyard was nicely landscaped and he
could see a small vegetable garden in the far corner. Several birdbaths and feeders were dotted around the yard. Hummingbird feeders hung from the eaves of the sunroom and the colorful birds flitted from one to the other.

  Jack clapped his hands together. “Sit down and let’s eat before the food gets cold.”

  Nate pulled out a chair out for Nymph and seated her before he took the chair to her right.

  Jack removed a foil cover from a large platter of steaks. He stabbed one and placed it on Nate’s plate before he served himself. Next to him, Nymph scooped a spoonful of potato salad onto her plate then passed the bowl to him, followed by the bowl of beans. Nate sniffed them and smiled. It had been a long time since he’d had them, and his mouth was watering.

  “So, Jack, you seem to be fully recovered,” Nate said.

  “Yup. So good that I’ve found a job, and I’ll be leaving after dinner. Just stayed to say howdy before I skedaddled.”

  “Uncle Jack, you didn’t tell me you’d found a job,” Nymph said.

  “Yup, that nice feller who visited Nate in the hospital offered me a job working with his horses.”

  “Jake?” Nate asked.

  “Yup,” Jack said. “The job comes with a little apartment that’s attached to the foaling barn so no need to worry about me. I’ll stay in touch.”

  “Well, I’m going to miss you,” Nymph said. They ate in silence for several minutes. Then Nate asked Nymph about the garden. She told him it belonged to Jack but she’d be taking care of it from now on, apparently. Jack laughed and told them he’d left them directions of when to water and fertilize the plants and they’d do okay.

  A few minutes later, Nymph gathered their plates. “Nate, I baked a chocolate cake using your recipe. I have ice cream to go with it.”

  Jack snorted. “She ran me out of the kitchen when she was mixing it. Said it was top secret. Sure did smell good when it came out of the oven.”

  Nate sent Nymph a nod of approval, and she blushed with pleasure as she rose to go to the kitchen.