by Tl Reeve
Behind her, she heard the snick of a cap then the cold press of lube to her anus. Tyce’s fingers worked to open her, and she squirmed, trying to gain more of his touch until he stopped as well. A whine of need passed her lips, and Colt shushed her.
“It’s okay, baby. We want to make sure we won’t hurt you.” Tyce added a second then a third finger. She clamped down on him and Colt once more. They snarled out harsh curses. “Fuck, give it to her.”
“I ain’t going to fucking last, Colt. You should feel how tight her ass is.”
“You’re not telling me anything I don’t already know. Her pussy is searing my cock and has got me in a death grip. You’re not the only one who’s not going to last.”
Their words did something to her. They empowered her, emboldened her. She flexed her inner muscles and listened to them growl. Tyce palmed her ass, squeezing it as he lined up the bulbous end with her puckered hole, and pressed forward.
Chapter Nine
The delightful burn and pleasure-pain mixture ramped up the need coursing through her. She tried to stay still, but she couldn’t. She wanted more of them. All she did was frustrate herself. They gave her an inch at a time, letting her adjust to their intrusion. By the time they were seated within her, she rode the edge of her climax. She couldn’t take any more.
“Move, please.” Her cries were frantic. So close to coming, all Colt had to do was shift his hips a little to the right, and she would sail into nothingness.
“God, yes. Please move lover. I can’t hold back any longer,” Tyce shouted, and they settled into a slow pace.
When one man filled her, the other retreated. She whimpered their names, her fingers clawing into Colt’s shoulders while Tyce’s mouth latched onto her shoulder. Both clung to her as though she were their lifeline.
“Fuck,” Colt growled. “She’s strangling my cock.”
“Mine, too. Make her come so I can let go,” Tyce hissed.
Piper screamed and bucked against them when Colt fit his hand between them and rubbed her clit. Blinding white light flashed before her eyes, and then she floated. Behind her, Tyce stilled and muttered her name while continuing to nibble on her shoulder. Under her, Colt thrust her twice more and cried out her name. Their bodies slumped together, no one moved. The moment perfect and fitting for their time in Vegas.
Piper didn’t know how long they lay together, but they finally began to move. Accepting a kiss from each of them, she got ready to leave while they packed. She couldn’t believe the men she’d pined after stood before her near the door, waiting for her so they could leave together. Happiness swamped her, causing her heart to stutter. She'd finally found where she belonged.
Epilogue
Six weeks later….
“Stewart and Shaw, how can I help you?” Piper dragged her appointment book toward her while also bringing the program up on her laptop screen. “Well hello, Mr. Marx. How are you this wonderful Thursday morning?”
The door to the accounting firm opened, and Malerie walked in, pep in her step. A man almost as tall as Colt trailed behind her. Handsome with a strong jaw and gray eyes, he nodded at Piper.
She held up one finger and went back to her phone call. “Yes, sir. I have you down for Monday morning at nine a.m. Is there anything else I can do for you, Mr. Marx? Perfect, sir. See you then.”
Hanging up the phone, Piper folded her hands on her desk and smiled. “Do you have an appointment, ma’am?” she teased her best friend.
“Pfft, never.” Mal laughed. “I wanted to introduce you to someone.” She held her hand out to the man who walked in behind her. “This is Thad. I met him two weeks ago through Madame Eve. You were right; she does work miracles.” Malerie glowed.
Turning her attention to the man who stood beside her friend, Piper held out her hand. “It’s good to meet you, Thad. Do you have time to stay for lunch? Tyce and Colt ordered enough food to feed a small army.”
At the mention of their names, both men popped their head out of the doorway to their office. “I heard you, girl.” Colt’s tone held an edge of playfulness to it.
“I intended for you too, sir.” She winked at Malerie. “We have guests for lunch.”
Both men came out of their office and shook Malerie and Thad’s hands, falling into easy conversation with one another. Piper stood on the fringes, watching their interaction. Who would have thought six weeks ago this would be her life? It amazed her still that both of her lovers wanted her, but every night they proved how much they craved her if not needed her to complete them.
Taking her place between both men, she laughed at something Thad said, adding her own advice about Malerie. Oh sure, her friend would pay her back some day for telling her secrets, but then again, what were friends for?
~A Note from TL~
Dear Readers,
Thank you for picking up a copy of Their Secretary. When I wrote, Colt, Tyce and Piper’s story, I didn’t realize how connected to the characters I would get. All three of them in their overenthusiasm lost sight of the one thing that would bring them together, love. For Piper, love doesn’t come easily. And for the guys, they already have it in one another so they assume it will be there when it comes to Piper…silly men. I believe in all the ups and downs...Piper’s stubbornness, you’ll see just how much they mean to each other.
There’s a Masquerade about to begin. Grab your drink and mask and sit back. Let the magic of one enchanted evening take you away.
http://authortlreeve.wix.com/authortlreeve
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The Bodyguard and the Dom
Chapter One
“Are you sure you want to go through with this?” Theo asked as he sat in his office at Teishutsu, finishing up some paperwork. Thomas Kenner stared up at the stubborn set of his twin’s chin and into his unyielding gray gaze. Theo worried too much about him. He should be happy Thomas had decided to let go of his fantasy girl. When his brother didn’t shift his position, Thomas pulled his glasses from his face and threw them on the table. He scrubbed his jaw, taking a second to compose himself.
“You should be happy I’m doing this. Weren’t you the one who said I needed to move on?” Madame Eve had promised him a night he would never forget. One he hoped would clear his mind of the one woman who could tie him in knots and had done so for the last four years. How a woman like her could bring him to his knees, he had no clue. As the owner of Teishutsu and co-owner of Kenner and Kenner Security, he could have any sub he wanted. But none of the pain sluts clamoring for his attention compared to her. And she wanted nothing to do with his form of pleasure-filled pain.
Katarina Lopez, a sexy Latina bombshell and a damn fine bodyguard, was a force to be reckoned with at a hair over five-and-a-half feet tall. On the few occasions their units had worked together in the deserts of Iraq, he’d been impressed with her poise and competence. He’d known she’d make an excellent addition to his staff. However, he hadn’t been prepared for his reaction to her when she strolled into his office some years later. Away from the noise and stress of war, instead of a soldier…he saw a woman. A desirable, delicious woman. He wanted to devour every inch of her curvy body, to watch her hazel-blue eyes glitter with desire as he thrust deep into her tight pussy over and over again. Craved her full pouty lips wrapped around his cock, sucking him until his sac grew heavy and he painted the back of her throat with his cum. Fuck, he needed to get a grip—which had become harder to do since the first day she’d set foot in his domain. With the club and the security company housed on the same property, he’d taken a chance and showed her everything. The subtle signals he gleaned from her in the field seemed amplified once she set foot in the club. Watching her explore the first floor of Teishutsu cemented his assessment of her. There was reverence in her touch. In the way she explored her surroundings.
Several days after he’d extended the offer of membership, Thomas began to doubt whether his observations about he
r had been correct. Glimpses of her submissive nature on the battlefield, though covered by some retort or fancy foul language, had piqued his curiosity. When she’d brought in all of her medical records and signed consent forms, relieved at her acceptance, he’d begun plotting a way to get her alone and tied to his bed. Yet, in the time she’d been a member, he’d never observed Katarina participate in or watch any of the scenes on the main floor, including his. The two or three Doms who’d spent time with her reported Katarina refused any form of pain. Damn it, why did I have to get my hopes up?
“You should be playing here.” Theo could be a little hardheaded when he wanted to be. “I’ll get Misty ready for you tonight. Forget about this stupid date. You don’t need Madame Eve.”
“Listen to yourself. What the hell is your damage?” Thomas pushed away from his desk and stood up. “I told you, I’m doing this so I can go back to playing with our subs. I’ll only be gone for two days.” Long enough to fuck Katarina out of my system.
“You’re going because of her.” Theo stated a fact both of them knew. “I get it, bro. She’s a great employee. She does shit you and I would never do, but your dick shouldn’t be in a knot over her.” Theo paced a hole in the floor while running his fingers through his military-short gray hair. “You’re too old for this shit.”
Thomas laughed. “Said the pot to the kettle.”
“I’m not fucking around here, man.” His brother stopped and glared at Thomas.
“Nor am I. I am going to have a good time and, when I get home, everything will be better. You should be happy about that, asshole.” At least Thomas hoped everything would be better. A tiny part of him scoffed at the thought. When his brother didn’t say anything else, he pulled two folders from his top desk drawer. “Doug should be making contact in twelve hours. His contact is Sato Yakimosho. If you don’t hear from him, send Bullock after his ass.”
“The fucker already called in. He’s holed up outside Tokyo. Sato showed up already, and we’ll know more in thirty-six hours.”
Perfect. By then he’d be on the plane back to Los Angeles.
“Then what am I doing sitting here? I have shit to do. Like pack.” Excitement coursed through him at the prospect of relieving some of the building tension welling inside him. However when he glanced back down at the file in front of him, Thomas sobered. “Camilla’s supposed to be here this weekend, but she called off a couple of hours ago. If she changes her mind and happens to show up….” Camilla was skittish at best and downright terrified at her worst.
His brother’s expression hardened. “Alex got too touchy-feely last time.” Not really. But, the conversation would have to wait for another day.
“Well, then, you’re in control tonight.” Clapping his brother on the shoulder, Thomas stepped out of his office.
“Hey,” Theo called after him. “Have fun tonight.”
“You know it.”
***
“Southwest flight 5906 to Las Vegas is now boarding at gate C-6.” The announcement brought Thomas out of his wandering thoughts. Standing, he grabbed his toy bag and overnight satchel then headed for the gate. His trip already started out with a bang. After walking through Security, he’d been taken aside and his toy bag searched. Of course, nothing in there bothered him. He wasn’t ashamed of his proclivities. As a matter of fact, he’d offered to demonstrate his flogger on a pretty little TSA bunny named Shelly.
She’d giggled, turned five different shades of red, and declined. Oh well, maybe another day. Thomas gave his ticket to the woman standing by the Jetway. When she scanned it, she wished him safe travels and Thomas nodded. From the minute he strode out of Teishutsu, his stomach had been in knots. A part of him worried about making the worst mistake of his life. No matter how many times he told himself it was for the right reason, a small part of his brain said, what if?
However, he’d pressed on. He’d packed a set of travel clothes and his leathers and taken a cab to the airport. Nothing would change his decision. He needed to deal with the ghost of Katarina the best way possible. He would continue to be her boss, but if he could find an outlet for slaking his lust, so be it. Maybe he would talk to the owner of the Carnivore Club, if he enjoyed the evening, Thomas would obtain a membership. Silly to join another club when he owned his own, but if it cleared the thoughts of Katarina from his mind, so be it. Whatever it takes.
“Good afternoon, Mr. Kenner. Let me show you to your seat.” A beautiful, smiling brunette settled him into first-class section of the cabin. “Would you care for anything to drink, sir?”
“No, thank you.” He pushed his satchel into the overhead bin. When she left his side, he took his seat, placing his toy bag between his feet. While the other passengers stored their luggage, he pulled the small packet of information out. The intel on his date had been slim pickings. No name, no picture. He had no idea what Madame Eve played at sending him that file, but if Kit, his friend and one of the Dommes at his club trusted her, he supposed he could do the same.
Thomas noted his date did like some impact play. She had experience with floggers, crops, clamps, edging…. Shit. His dick stiffened in the confines of his slacks, but deflated when he saw four little words. No extreme pain play. A rough growl of frustration passed his lips as the flight attendants went through the pre-flight check and instructions. Theo might have been right. He should have found a willing sub at the club and stayed home. But with the doors closed and the plane taxiing down the tarmac, easy retreat had disappeared. Son of a bitch, this is the last time I use 1Night Stand.
As soon as the plane landed in Las Vegas, he would cancel his date, jump on a flight back to Ontario, or, better yet, rent a car and drive home. He could use the time for plotting and planning. Thomas pushed the papers aside. He didn’t want to look at them again. It did no good at this point. Without a sub who enjoyed his brand of pain with her pleasure, he would get nothing out of the festivities.
Thomas supposed he presented the image of a petulant child slumped down in his chair, arms crossed over his chest, but he didn’t care. His eyes were drawn back to the paperwork. Careful now, curiosity killed the cat. Not if he didn’t give in to the temptation, and he wouldn’t…maybe. He wouldn’t go through with the date, so what stopped him from reading the rest of the girl’s information? Call it brushing up on your investigative skills. Yes, because treating her as though she is a case helps so much more. “Dammit,” he muttered, picking up the file again.
By the time the plane landed, the idea of missing out on a good time had made him twitchy as hell. So he wouldn’t get to relieve all of his tension. The girl loved some impact play. He could edge her. Tease and torture her. His dick twitched, stiffening behind the fly of his pants. Good to see you’re on board with the idea, too. Grabbing his things, Thomas exited the plane and made his way through the terminal. Outside, it was a bit nippy, probably mid-fifties, but he’d take the crystal-clear weather over SoCal smog any day.
Lifting his hand to hail a cab, Thomas stopped short as a young man dressed in a three-piece suit, touched his arm. “Mr. Kenner?”
“Yeah? Who are you?” he asked.
“My name is Paul.” He grinned, holding out his gloved hand. “The Carnivore Club is expecting you, Sir.” His gaze lowered for a moment in a classic submissive gesture.
“Great,” he said. “Lead the way.”
Paul led him to a black BMW SUV parked at the curb. He opened the back and placed Thomas’s bags in the vehicle then closed the hatch.
Once they were situated inside the SUV, Paul pulled away from the curb. “So, did you have a good flight?”
“Something like that,” Thomas said. “How long is the drive?”
“About twenty minutes. Sit back and enjoy.” He maneuvered through the early evening traffic.
The lights of the strip flashed as they passed by all the big hotels nestled within the city proper. A new city, a new start. While you’re here, don’t even think about Katarina. This is your way of starti
ng over. Clean the little Latina sweetheart out of your mind. You can thank yourself later. Or curse his stupidity.
They came to a stop in front of the hotel and were greeted by the bright lights flashing the hotel/resort’s name. This is not what I expected. To be honest, he hadn’t known what to expect. But a classy, opulent hotel hadn’t even entered his ideas of what the Carnivore Club should be. Thomas figured the club would be grungy, dark. Almost mysterious. Hidden away from the flashy marquees and upscale high-roller clubs. A naughty secret few knew about. What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas.
Out of the corner of Thomas’s eye, he watched his driver place his bags on the curb. “You didn’t have to do all that, Paul,” he said when the man opened the door for him. “I could have gotten my bags out of the back.” He clapped the kid on the back.
Thomas grabbed his bags and stepped through the sliding glass door into the lobby. Polished marble floors and vaulted ceilings paved the way to the front desk.
“Welcome, Mr. Kenner,” a little blonde dressed as a twenties flapper greeted him. The dress she wore hung from her frame but still enhanced her curves. The front of her hair done in finger waves and adorned by a feathered headpiece gave her an authentic look. Thomas paused and narrowed his eyes, studying her. Had they fucked before and he couldn’t remember? Dressed as she’d been, he couldn’t place her.
“Do we know each other?”
She grinned. The corners of her green eyes crinkled. A dimple graced her left cheek. “No, my name is Bonnie.”
“Bonnie, as in Bonnie and Clyde?”
