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

by Mardi Maxwell

  “Yup,” Nate said.

  “It’s about time.”

  Nymph listened to the exchange and wondered why Dirk looked so pleased and Nate sounded so serious. Before she could question him, he tugged her back against his chest. “Be still, pet.”

  She relaxed against him while he opened the envelope.

  “They did a good job on your face. I wouldn’t have recognized you if I hadn’t heard your voice,” Dirk said.”

  Nate grinned. “That’s good to know. I don’t want to be recognized.” He shook the contents of the envelope out onto the table. A package of pens landed along with a photograph. He picked up the picture, looked at it, smiled, and showed it to Nymph. “My sons. They’ve grown.”

  Nymph saw five smiling boys dressed in jeans and cowboy shirts with boots on their feet and hats on their heads. Jake and Katherine stood behind them, smiling.

  Dirk reached out and she handed him the picture. He looked at it and grunted. “They look mean enough to survive.”

  Nate chuckled. “Talking about surviving—how’s that brood of yours doing?”

  Before Dirk could answer, a tray with three bottles of water and two beers landed on the table. “They’re running wild, and they”—the blonde bombshell who’d delivered the tray nodded toward Dirk and the man beside her—"won’t rein them in.”

  “Woman, leave them be.” Dirk grabbed a beer and took a gulp. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, then grabbed the blonde and pulled her onto his lap. “Behave or we’ll take a crop to your arse.”

  The other man grabbed a chair, pulled it back from the table, and dropped into it. He crossed his hands on his belly, and a grin appeared on his face.

  Nymph returned his stare then lowered her eyes when he narrowed his in warning.

  “Good to see you, McLeod.”

  Nate pulled her closer. “Nymph, meet Dirk’s twin, Sabre, and their wife and sub Bridget.”

  “Nymph’s an unusual name.” Dirk grinned. “Is it short for nymphomaniac?”

  Bridget jabbed her elbow into Dirk’s side. “A nymph is a divine spirit. A beautiful, young maiden who loves to dance and sing. They’re amorous but they’re not nymphomaniacs.”

  Nate laughed. “Dirk, Bridget, and Sabre have six sons, Nymph. Sextuplets.”

  Nymph felt her brows fly up as she whispered, “No shit,” and sent Bridget a sympathetic grimace.

  Nate swatted her hip. “That’s three, and I’ve got a better use for that mouth.” He read the note Jake had sent then tore it into small pieces. “Open up.”

  Nymph glanced from the piles of shredded paper in his hand to his eyes. She sealed her lips and shook her head no.

  “I’ve told you once. Now, open your mouth.”

  Nymph opened her mouth but sent him a ferocious glare as well.

  “That look just earned you another three.” He placed the pieces of paper on her tongue. “Chew but don’t swallow.”

  She lowered her eyes and stared at his chest between the open edges of his leather vest. She chewed and the flavor of pomegranates flooded her mouth. Surprised, she looked up and he grinned.

  “Katherine was a chemist in her pre-Jake life, Nymph. She makes edible ink for me.”

  Dirk stood up. “Sabre and I will be back later to talk to the two of you about your first assignment.”

  Nymph smiled at Bridget when she reached out and touched her shoulder as Dirk carried her off. She watched them for a moment while she chewed the paper and wondered why Nate would need edible ink. The paper in her mouth turned to mush so she rolled it into a wad then opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue.

  He plucked it off her tongue then smeared it over a paper napkin before he slid his chair back a few inches. He adjusted her on his lap until her back rested against his chest and her legs straddled his. A second later, he began to unbutton her shirt. She pressed her hand over his fingers. He growled a warning against her neck and she dropped her hand. He finished unbuttoning her blouse, jerked it from the waistband of her skirt and slipped it from her shoulders. Nymph squeaked and tried to cover her breasts but he grabbed her wrists and held them down by his hips. The position forced her to arch her back, lifting her breasts into clear view of anyone looking their way. He nuzzled her neck before he bit the soft spot below her ear. “Be still. I want to show you off.”

  Nymph relaxed against him. He released her wrists then slid his hands between her legs and spread them wider. She looked down. The table blocked the view of her spread legs from anyone looking their way.

  Nate stroked his hands over her breasts and cupped them for a moment. His hands were warm, the calluses on his fingers rough as he scraped them over her nipples. He rolled the hard buds between his fingertips, before brushing them down the center of her chest. She shivered, and goose bumps rose on her arms and belly. She dropped her head to his shoulder and spread her legs wider, urging him to finger her.

  He nuzzled her neck and slid his hands over the tops of her legs before he retraced a path back to her breasts. He pinched her nipples, increasing the pressure until she drew in a deep breath and a small squeak of pain left her lips followed by a moan of pleasure. He chuckled then slid his hands away from her breasts and down the sides of her body then up to her belly. A single finger circled her navel before trailing down to her vagina and tracing down the seam.

  “Nate—”

  “Shhh.” His fingers spread her open. “The Doms at the bar are watching me play with you.”

  Nymph shuddered with arousal and a stream of hot moisture trickled from her. Nate gathered it on his fingers, slid one long finger into her, and drew a moan of pleasure from her.

  In the last two weeks, she’d spent hours straddling his lap while they’d kissed and he’d tortured her with his touch. He knew exactly how and where to touch her to get her heart pounding. She’d always ended up begging him for relief and he’d always laughed and given her what she needed, eventually.

  He pumped his finger into her several times before he touched her breasts and coated her nipples with the cream. A moment later he sucked on her neck, leaving his mark on her skin. “Do you like knowing they’re watching us?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “I do, too, pet. I’ve dreamt about playing with you here. In front of them.” He tightened his fingers around her nipples, and she pressed her breasts into his hands and shivered again.

  Nymph found herself holding her breath as his hands slid down her belly to her mound again. She knew he’d repeat the previous pattern of touches, but this time he’d add another stroke or squeeze to the mix. His fingers barely skimmed her pussy, barely dipped into her before he moved on to her legs. His fingernails gently stroked over the tops, drawing a rash of goose bumps from her belly to her ankles. “Oh, Nate.”

  “Say my name again.”

  “Nate, Nate, Nate.”

  His hands drifted back to her breasts and gently lifted them. She moaned when his fingers tightened on her nipples. A tiny flare of pain streaked to her belly, and her muscles quaked with pleasure.

  “Open your eyes.”

  Nymph forced her eyes open. Nate opened the leather bag he’d brought with him and removed a cloth-wrapped item and a small black box. He sent them on the table in front of her. “Watch.” He pressed a button on the box. The other item vibrated and the cloth fell open to reveal a small bullet-shaped vibrator. He picked it up, touched it to her cheek then ran it down her neck and over her breasts. At first it was cold, but it warmed up as he traced a line down her belly to her mound. She forced herself to be still when he held it against her clit and gripped the edge of the chair seat until her fingertips ached. A moan of need escaped her lips as he pressed the tip into her, pulled it out, and slid it in again, deeper.

  “Feel good?”

  “Yes, oh, yes.”

  “Do you know what I’m going to do with this?” The words were spoken against her neck, heating her skin as he slid the vibrator a little deeper.

  “Put
it inside me?”

  Nate removed it then teased her with it. “Is that what you want?”

  Nymph wanted to hook her arms around his neck and rub her body over his. “Oh, yes.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “Positive.” Nymph couldn’t stop her wiggle of anticipation and Nate chuckled. She figured if he put it inside her then he’d let her come very soon now. She wanted to come. In fact she felt desperate to come.

  “Kiss me,” Nate commanded.

  She twisted and stretched up until their lips touched. He took over the kiss, forcing her mouth open as he pushed the vibrator into her. She screamed with pleasure and he captured the sound as he swept her mouth with his tongue. He nipped her bottom lip then sucked her top lip between his lips and nibbled on it. One of her hands stroked his chest and the other gripped his shoulder.

  “Hands, pet.”

  “What?” Her attention was focused on the huge cock pressing against her butt and the vibrator inside her. Her vagina tightened and she moaned with pleasure as her need to come increased. “Oh, god, Nate, I’m going to come.”

  Nate licked her neck then nipped her jaw as he moved to her ear. “If you come without permission you need to know I’m going to really enjoy the rest of this evening, but you won’t.” He sucked the lobe into this mouth for a moment then grasped her wrists, crossed them in front of her, and leaned forward. “Place your arms on the table and lean on them. I want you to be still.”

  The position tightened her vagina around the vibrator. Nymph drew in a shallow breath and scanned the room, desperate for a distraction. She caught several subs who were working with Bridget at the bar watching her and Nate. They spoke to Bridget, who smiled and sent her an encouraging thumbs up. She responded with a small nod before lowering her eyes and focusing on a spot on the table and thinking about her last case.

  Nate ran his hands over her back and shoulders. “Good, girl. Dirk and Sabre are coming back to talk to us, and I expect you to listen to everything they say. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  He opened the package of colorful pens as Dirk and Sabre returned to the table. They each straddled a chair and rested their chins on their stacked fists. Their eyes went to the black box on the table before focusing on her. Inside her, the small bullet vibrator continued to hum and ramp up her arousal.

  Nate chose a blue pen and uncapped it.

  Sabre laughed. “Still using subs as your canvas, Nate?”

  “Only this one from now on.” Nate’s hand tightened on her shoulder.

  “Please, Sir, permission to sp–speak.”

  “Permission granted.”

  “What are you doing with the pens?”

  “I’m sketching on your back. It relaxes me. Anything else?”

  Nymph wasn’t sure how she felt about being used for a canvas, and for a moment she wondered if the ink was permanent. Before she could ask, a wave of need tightened her belly. She clenched her hands into fists, looked at the men across from her, and shook her head. “No, Sir.”

  Nate pressed the button on the remote control and the vibrations stopped.

  She breathed a deep sigh of relief until they began again. This time in a pulsing pattern that started out slow then ramped up until she wanted to scream. She struggled to stop the beginnings of an orgasm and a small whine of desperation escaped her lips.

  “Your obedience pleases me, Nymph.”

  A flush of pleasure replaced the desperation. She bit her lip and trembled with relief when the pulsing stopped until it began again. “No, oh, please.”

  Nate nibbled on the soft skin of her neck. “You can do this for me, baby. Concentrate on what Dirk and Sabre have to say.” He patted her shoulder. “And, don’t come.”

  A small frustrated growl escaped her lips as Dirk drew her attention back to him. One of his brows angled up over narrowed dark-blue eyes. She blanked her expression and leaned forward to get a closer look at his eyes which had been a light lime green earlier. Nate tightened his hand on her shoulder and tugged her back.

  “Be still.”

  Dirk grinned. “We’ve got a possible lead on Rolando Mendez. His sons, Carlos and Roberto, were driven to a villa on the east coast of Colombia yesterday.”

  Nymph’s brain was mush. She heard his words, and even knew he was speaking English, but she couldn’t make sense of them. At this particular moment, she just couldn’t be bothered to care about them. Nate added a few lines to the drawing on the middle of her back. She shivered and he leaned forward and chose another pen. He kissed her neck before he began sketching again.

  “Pet, you have permission to ask Dirk a question.” Nate’s voice was soft.

  Nymph scrunched up her nose and tried to concentrate on something other than her fierce need to come. When she saw Dirk’s shoulders shaking with silent laughter, she took several small breaths and gathered her thoughts. “What are the odds Rolando will show up?”

  “Slim to none, but the two of you are going anyway. The jet leaves at midnight and we expect both of you to be on it,” Sabre told them as he stood up.

  Dirk stood up next to him. “Nymph, your team name is Neil. We can’t have a girly name like Nymph on one of our teams.”

  Nate chuckled, pressed the remote control, and chose another pen. “We’ll be there—won’t we, Neil?”

  Nymph nodded and wondered what the vibrator would do now. When nothing happened, she breathed a sigh of relief, and Dirk and Sabre took a step away from the table. Surprised, she asked them, “That’s it? You’ve got a lead and we’re going? End of conversation!”

  Dirk chuckled. “Oh, yeah, let’s see, uh, McCabe, sorry but you won’t have time to interrogate your spy tonight.” He laughed then slapped Sabre on the back as they walked away. Nymph watched as Orin, Hugh, Miles, and Doolin gathered around them. A moment later Bridget shoved her way into the gathering and said something to Dirk and Sabre. Sabre threw his head back, laughed, and then slung her over his shoulder and walked off. Dirk followed them, but the other four men in the group turned and looked at her. Four pairs of eyes checked out her breasts. She shivered and her nipples hardened as a wave of heat flooded her.

  “Lower your eyes, Nymph.” Nate drew a few more lines then capped the pen and dropped it on the table. He blew his warm breath over her back.

  “How do you know they’re not lowered?” she asked, without asking permission to speak.

  “That’s three more swats, and the answer was in the shiver. Would you like me to ask them to join us?”

  “God, no.” She sucked in a breath when Nate slid his hand between her legs and removed the vibrator. He wrapped it in the cloth and dropped it in his bag before he stroked his fingers over her pussy.

  “You’re soaking wet. Tell me what you want.”

  Nymph shifted and wiggled. “I want us to get naked, and then I want to roll all over you and rub against you like a cat in heat. I want to suck on your cock until you shake. I want to please you.”

  Nate hugged her. “You do please me, baby, more than you’ll ever know.” He nibbled on her shoulder as he loosened her skirt. “It’s time to choose a new safeword.”

  It didn’t take her long to choose one. “Wussie.”

  Nate laughed then shoved the chair back and stood up. The skirt fell to the floor. He left her thigh-high hose and stilettos on. A few minutes later he had her over a spanking bench and bound at the ankles and wrists. He kissed her while he checked the cuffs. “Too tight?”

  Nymph wiggled a little. “No, Sir.”

  Nate combed her curls back from her forehead and looked into her eyes. “You’re getting the nine swats you’ve earned. If you take your punishment like a good girl then I might give you a few more before I fuck you. If you’re really good I might let you come.”

  Nymph knew he saw the surprise on her face, but all she cared about was the last part of his statement. She wanted to ask what he meant by he might let her come but refrained. Nate slid a finger into her m
outh. She licked it and tasted herself. He withdrew his finger and kissed her. She tried to relax her body as he ran his hands down her back to her bottom, then over it.

  “How are you doing?”

  “Good, Sir.”

  He stroked her back then squeezed her ass cheeks before he used his fingers to spread them. In the nearby darkness she heard a man whisper, “Damn, look at that tight little hole” before Nate’s finger rimmed her rosette. A blush of embarrassment and arousal heated her face as callused hands chafed her bottom, heating her skin. A second later he swatted her. The sound was sharp and followed by a burning sting on her right ass cheek. She cried out and instinctively jerked away from it before she could stop herself. A growl of disapproval came from Nate. He grasped her waist and jerked her back into position before placing a strap over her waist and tightening it. Ten rapid, stinging swats landed from her right buttock to her left and flowed up and down her thighs.

  She was still blinking the tears from her eyes and trying to catch her breath when Nate appeared in front of her. He opened his jeans and his engorged cock slid out and brushed over her cheek. He threaded his fingers through her hair then tipped her head back until her eyes met his.

  “Take your time and make it good.”

  Nymph stretched forward and wet his cock with her tongue. She traced the veins on the shaft before she swiped over the slit on the head and swallowed his pre-cum. Slowly, she worked her way up and down the shaft until his belly muscles were hard with tension and rippling. She surrounded the head with her lips and took as much of him into the mouth as she could before licking a trail back to the head.

  After a few licks she closed her lips around the shaft and slid back down until the head bumped the back of her throat. As she sucked his cock her body rocked back and forth, increasing her need to come. A small whine of desperate need hummed along his shaft, and Nate groaned as his fingers tightened in her hair.

  “Oh, baby, that’s so good.”

  She hummed her pleasure, and he buried his fingers in her hair and came. His semen splashed against the back of her throat. She swallowed, then gently sucked and licked on his cock before she released him. A shiver of anticipation swept through her. Now, finally, she would get to come.