Pieces of Stronghold

by Golden Angel

  Liam made sure to catch her head before it could land on the desk, lowering that part of her down much more gently. His grey eyes blazed in his boyish face, filled with lust, and intently focused on her. She cried out as he ripped off her thong, the fabric pinching very slightly at her skin.

  For the first time, she could almost understand why the others liked pain with their pleasure on a regular basis.

  ******

  They'd gone from punishment to passion, and Liam didn't regret it for a moment. He knew that later Hilary would be embarrassed at how much control she'd lost, and after her libido settled down again the lingering soreness of her spanking wouldn't be nearly as pleasant as it felt right now. While some Doms might drive home a discipline scene by withholding pleasure, Liam knew he didn't need to. His honey-girl's punishment wouldn't be lessened by indulging in their need.

  And damn did he need her right now.

  Watching her get so wet and hot, seeing her hips moving to meet his fingers and knowing that she'd forgotten the audience, the circumstances, and even the spanking, had his cock so rock hard it felt like it could shatter a diamond. His pulse was racing, making his dick throb as it pounded in his ears. The sweet scent of her arousal was practically filling the air around them.

  With his hand cupping the back of her head, he could see how dilated her pupils were, despite the bright light in the Interrogation Room. Her legs automatically spread apart as she laid back on the table, her body ready and eager for what it knew was coming next.

  Liam gripped her hips and dragged her to the edge of the table, draping her legs over his arms. She squeaked and squirmed as she was moved - no surprise, he could feel the heat coming off of her ass against his thighs as he rubbed his cock up the length of her soaking wet slit.

  "Open up your corset, honey-girl, I want to watch you pinching your nipples."

  Teasing both of them, he rocked his hips, watching as the mushroom head of his dick rubbed over her swollen clit. Hilary whimpered, jerking at the sensation. The sweet cream of her body coated the underside of his cock as he slid it through her slippery folds while she struggled to make her fingers behave; undoing the little hooks that held her corset together in the front. They were small enough that several of them would open at a time, until she was laid out in front of him, her skirt hiked up to her waist and her top completely opened and displaying her creamy breasts with her hard pink nipples.

  "Touch yourself," Liam ordered, his voice rough and raspy with need. "Pinch your nipples."

  As she obeyed, he moved his hips back enough to align his cock with her body, and he thrust into the warm, welcoming heat. Hilary keened, her fingers tightening on the little pink buds of her nipples, probably harder than she meant to in her passionate reaction to being filled. The silken walls of her pussy gripped him, squeezing every inch of his cock as her back arched, thrusting her breasts towards the ceiling.

  Groaning with pleasure, Liam began to thrust, hard and fast. His balls were tight and aching, slapping against the heated cheeks of her ass, while she cried out and writhed on his cock. Honey-blonde hair spread out across the desk as her head whipped back and forth, her lips parted, cheeks flushed, as he fucked her harder, deeper.

  "Liam... please... oh god..."

  Her pussy was soaking his cock, making an audible wet slapping sound every time he buried himself in her. Digging his fingers into her flesh, Liam did his best to rein in his control, trying not to cum before she did.

  "Cum for me, honey-girl. Cum all over my cock."

  Hilary screamed his name as she did just that, her body tensing like a coiled spring; her pussy clamped down like it was trying to squeeze the life out of his cock, massaging it with the ripples of her orgasm. The flashing glitter of her engagement ring caught his eye as she twisted her nipples, caught up in the ecstasy, and he felt his knees buckle slightly as his own orgasm burst.

  He bent forward over her, bending her nearly in half, as his cum pulsed through his cock, spraying her womb with his essence. Panting, he rocked against her, making her cry out as she reached up to wrap her arms around his neck, holding him securely against her as she trembled and spasmed with the last few waves of her climax.

  Both of them were panting, out of breath, with the intensity of their joining. Liam let his arms slide out from under her legs so that she could dangle them off the side of the desk and he could caress her sides, helping her sit up. Her pussy spasmed, and he groaned, pulling her body tightly against his as his half-hard dick was squeezed again.

  Soft breasts pillowed against his chest, and Hilary nuzzled her face into his shoulder. The sides of her corset flapped slightly as she moved.

  "Ouch," she murmured, shifting slightly on her sore butt.

  "You okay?" he asked, stroking one finger down the center of her spine, until he reached the top of her corset, marveling at the softness of her skin. Now that his driving need was sated, he worried that he might have been a little too rough with her.

  Tipping her head back, her lips pouting as if asking for a kiss, Hilary smiled up at him. Her eyes were soft and a little unfocused, the way she always looked after a good orgasm.

  "I didn't safe word, did I?" She said it proudly, and Liam couldn't help but smile.

  Hilary wasn't the type to martyr herself by holding back on saying her safe word, but he knew that she also occasionally felt the need to prove that she could handle some of the rougher sides of BDSM. Not that either of them wanted to engage in that very often, but the others sometime teased her as being the most vanilla of the group. Which was true, but that's what made her perfect for him.

  "I wouldn't have thought any less of you if you had," he said, dropping a kiss to her lips.

  "I know." Hilary smoothed her hands over his shoulders, her eyes glancing away and then returning to his as she gave him a little smile. "But I feel better for having gotten through it."

  "Good. So next time I tell you to do something in the club?"

  "I'll listen." The smile slowly faded from her face. "But... I know it's not really my business, but you can't be happy that she's here now, either, can you? I know Andrew said that he wasn't pining for her, but we've seen how he is. I don't want him to get hurt again."

  "Neither do I... but..." Liam shook his head. "I'm not sure we, any of us, made the right assumptions about what happened between them. He never really talked about it. He would just occasionally say things, and we all assumed that it meant she couldn't handle his needs and that it broke him... we all knew they were experimenting with BDSM together, and we figured that his sadism was too much for her. There wasn't a club back then that we could all go to or anything, so none of us ever saw them doing anything like that together... He went to a dark place after she left though, and she never contacted any of us after they broke up, so we just kind of... made a lot of incorrect assumptions, I guess."

  Giving Hilary another kiss, Liam pulled away from her, helping her to her shaky feet and assisting her getting re-dressed. He could tell that she was thinking over everything he'd said, but still coming back to the same conclusion.

  "Hilary, honey-girl," Liam pulled her attention back to him. "Kathy's not like Marissa. She never was. If she was like Marissa, she and Andrew would have never broken up. She would have just strung him along these past five years."

  Making a face, Hilary gave a little nod. "Okay, I'll try not to be too biased. But I don't really like her."

  "You don't know her."

  "She looked like a bimbo."

  Liam's mouth quirked. His honey-girl could be incredibly stubborn sometimes, so it was probably just best to let her find out on her own. If Kathy even stuck around, although he couldn't imagine why else she would brave coming to the club if she didn't mean to join. Somehow, he couldn't imagine that she didn't know exactly who owned it, whether or not she'd known Andrew would be there. She was too carefully methodical for that, always researching everything before stepping into it. At least, she had been when he'd known her.<
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  "Come on, honey-girl, let's go back upstairs and get a drink."

  His fiancé looked at him with dismay. "But... my butt hurts and I've got your... stuff dripping down my leg!"

  "Damn straight," he said, grinning at her. "Consider it part of your punishment." Wrapping his arm around her shoulder, he whispered into her ear. "I like knowing that everyone can see how well fucked you are."

  As always, when he said something that Hilary considered particularly dirty, she blushed bright red.

  But she also let him lead her out the door and back into the Dungeon. Her eyes darted around the room; probably trying to see if anyone noticed or cared about the cum sliding down her inner thigh... or maybe seeing if anyone was still watching them from when she was over the spanking bench.

  Dropping his hand down to her hip, Liam hugged her tightly against him as he led her to the stairs. Damn, but he loved his prim little honey-girl.

  Chapter 10 - Leigh & Jared

  Once in Patrick's office, Leigh and Kathy - Kate, Jared reminded himself - got the two chairs across from Patrick's desk. Adam pulled Angel off to the side of the room, allowing Kate and Leigh to sit in the chairs in front of Patrick’s desk, being the more important focuses to the events. Wrapping his arms around her reassuringly, Adam tucked Angel under his chin, obviously feeling the protective need to hold her very tightly. Jared found himself automatically positioning himself behind Leigh's chair, and he couldn't help but feel amused when he saw Andrew doing the same thing behind Kate's, but one step to the side. As if that one step would make it seem like he wasn't

  Not that Jared could blame him; the slowly darkening bruise on Kate's face was enough to make all of the Doms in the room feel like hovering over her. Especially because it was too late, and they couldn't even do anything to make it better. It was actually making Jared's fingers itch to feel so useless, although he'd at least managed a surreptitious look over Leigh to make sure she was okay once they'd gotten her coat off. She looked gorgeous in a little green dress with lace sleeves and a short skirt that clung to her hips and ass. The color brought out the green in her left eye, making the mismatched colors even more obvious.

  Twisting her head back up to look at him, she smiled reassuringly. "I'm okay," she said softly.

  "Glad to hear it," Patrick said, stalking over to his desk. The very blankness of his expression told everyone who knew him just how furious he was. He sat down and leaned on his elbows, looking from Kate to Leigh. "Now what the hell happened out there? You start." He jabbed his finger towards Leigh.

  Listening to her recount what happened, Jared felt his own fury boiling up. If Roland ever came back here... but he doubted the asshole would. Olivia had told him that she'd had trouble with Roland during the classes; she was probably relieved that he'd walked out, although she'd be just as furious when she found out what he'd done after. Apparently, he'd decided to try and work out his frustration by getting Leigh to go somewhere else with him - presumably another club or back to his place.

  He moved his hand without thinking, as she spoke, putting it on her shoulder. The tremors going through her body had him clenching his jaw. Seeing the look Adam was giving him - part calculating, part contemplative - Jared resisted the urge to pick Leigh up and settle her onto his lap. Barely.

  When she got to the part where Kate intervened, Andrew growled.

  "What the hell were you thinking?" he asked, cutting Leigh off. Kate rolled her eyes, not even looking over her shoulder at him. "You could have been hurt!"

  "I was thinking 'oh hey, that woman is being attacked, I should go help.' Or do you think I'm the kind of person to stand around doing nothing?"

  "You should have come into the club and gotten help."

  "Oh no," Kate said in a squeaky, valley-girl voice, waving her free hand in a mock-panicky manner. "I'm a useless girl and there's a big, bad man." She snorted and her voice returned to normal. "Yeah, that sounds like something I would do."

  "I'm in love," Angel whispered loudly enough to be heard by all of them as she twisted slightly in Adam's arms, looking up at her boyfriend. "I'm keeping her."

  Adam sighed in the aggrieved yet indulgent manner that he'd adopted since meeting his girlfriend as Kate giggled and smiled at Angel. Jared felt his lips twitching at the combined antics of the two, noticing that Leigh had also turned to look at Kate with shining approval. He could only see about half of her face, but going by the expression, Leigh was more than grateful to Kate, she already liked her.

  Then again, Kate had always been very likable.

  To his surprise, Andrew didn't look upset at all by Angel's announcement. He'd moved closer to Patrick's desk so that he could look at Kate's face, his hands on his hips and, despite his obvious anger about her injury, he was trying not to smile. "No one thinks you're a useless girl, but you didn't have to run headfirst into danger either. You used to think before you reacted."

  "I did think," Kate retorted. "I had no way of knowing whether or not that asshat was a Dom here and whether or not anyone in here would help. Going by the distance from where I was to the club versus where I was to - Leigh, right? -" Leigh nodded. "Going into the club for help and getting back to Leigh would give him way too much time to actually injure her. Distracting him and making him aware there was a witness was the best option available."

  Closing his eyes, Andrew tilted his head back like he was asking for patience. Angel and Leigh were watching with fascination; so were the men but for an entirely different reason. Jared couldn't count how many times he'd heard Andrew and Kathy - Kate - having a similar argument in the past, with Andrew insisting that she hadn't thought things through and her explaining her reasoning. She always managed to come up with a good reason, although they all suspected that she did so after the fact.

  Patrick was the only one not fascinated. He was pissed and insulted. "What do you mean you didn't know if he was a Dom here? You think I'd let a dickhead like that be a Dom at my club?!"

  "Well, it's been a while," Kate muttered, suddenly entirely focused with firmly pressing the ice against her cheek while studying the nails on her other hand. She tugged at the corners of her coat, even though she had to be overheated.

  "And whose fault is that?" Patrick snapped back.

  "Mine." Kate sat up straighter, meeting his eyes. "I'm sorry. I knew that Andrew would need you all... after."

  Patrick snorted. "You didn't?"

  She shrugged, looking away again. Jared saw her eyes meet Angel’s, and she gave a kind of sad little smile, as if saying that she understood if Angel didn't "love" her anymore.

  Andrew groaned. "Kathy-"

  "Kate."

  "Right." He scrubbed his hand over his face. "Shit."

  The door between the club and Patrick's office opened, and Lexie stepped in. Jared winced internally. To all of their relief, Patrick had started keeping Lexie mostly clothed while in the club, unless she was in his office with him. Right now she was wearing a thong. Period.

  He wasn't the only one having issues. Adam had groaned and averted his eyes, and Andrew had turned to see who had come in and immediately turned right back around again with his face slightly flushed.

  "Holy... Lexie?" Kate stared, coming to her feet, her arms coming up slightly as if she wanted to reach for a hug and then changed her mind, unsure of her reception.

  "What the fuck- Kathy?" Lexie was staring just as much. She took a tentative step forwards, then looked around the room as if trying to figure out what her reaction was supposed to be.

  “It’s Kate now,” the blonde said with a tremulous smile.

  "Oh go ahead," Andrew said, waving his arm between them. The amusement on his face must have reassured Lexie because she closed the gap between her and Kate.

  Their hug was careful, as if acknowledging that the emotions between them were fragile. Lexie had really looked up to Kate, although they hadn't exactly been friends. At the time, the age difference between them had been too much, but they'd been th
e only constant females in a group of guys, so necessity had put them together a lot. Lexie had been pretty upset when Kate had left - although not as upset as Andrew's sister, Iris. Lexie’s restrained reaction had been pretty much how he'd felt when he'd first realized it was Kate - a kind of suspicious happiness and wary nostalgia, not to mention protectiveness over Andrew and how he might deal with her return.

  Glancing over at Andrew to see how he was taking all this in, Jared’s attention was arrested. Andrew was watching Kate and Lexie hug with an approving expression, and any casual observer would think that he was completely fine.

  But he wasn't.

  He wanted to be fine, Jared could tell, he was putting on a front that everything was just fine because he needed it to be. Jared wasn't a casual observer though, he was damned good at reading body language, and he could see the cracks in the walls that Andrew had built up over the years. They just weren't the cracks he'd expected to see.

  Andrew hadn't lied to Hilary and Kate when he'd said he hadn't been pining for his ex. The expression on his face held caring and protectiveness, and definitely some nostalgia, but he wasn't holding in heartbreak or yearning. Okay, maybe a little bit of yearning, but he and Kate had a past, and she was incredibly gorgeous, so that was to be expected. But it wasn't the yearning that indicated long-buried feelings of love coming to the surface.

  No. Beyond the caring, beyond the protectiveness, beyond the attraction... Andrew was looking at Kate with anxiety, wariness, and something that looked a lot like guilt.

  What the hell had gone down between them?

  ******

  Relieved to see Kate and Lexie hugging, Leigh exchanged a look with Angel. Her best friend was practically starry-eyed over the gorgeous blonde. Then again, Leigh hadn't really expected anything less. Anyone stepping in to save another woman would have Angel's full-blown support, period. The fact that Leigh had been the one needing the saving only increased that good-will feeling, and that Kate had been injured in the line of duty...