by Linzi Basset
He sat down between Lauren’s legs with a hungry look on his handsome face. He ran his hand over her pussy to flick and pinch her clit. Her hips surged upward.
“Easy there, Red,” he soothed her with slow strokes of his hands up and down her thighs. The moment the flush of desire settled on her cheeks, he said with an evil smile, “Now, Red, let’s dance.”
And dance she did. For him, as well as Jack and Lance who followed. They took her to heights she never knew existed and kept her hovering there until she was ready to explode, before they brought her down.
Only to start over.
“Please, Master Blade. No more. I beg you. I can’t . . . fuucchhk,” she cursed as Lance nibbled on her clit. Her eyes were wide as the gentle bites caused an unknown sensation to flood her mind.
“Very well. I’ll grant you clemency, but only this once. Remember it, Red. I’ll never undercut another punishment.”
Keon ignored her protest as he gently ran a heated cloth over her throbbing labia and clit. He flashed a brief glance her way and asked, “Now, sub, tell me what you learned from this punishment?”
Lauren had grasped very early not to sass Adam and had been suppressing that side of her for years. Somehow, Keon brought it to the surface. Something, she’d already realized, would cause a lot of trouble for her with this commanding Dom. Yet, she couldn’t stay the brat inside her.
“That the dungeon floor is hard and uncomfortable,” she chirped.
Ethan, Lance and Jack barked with laughter while Keon found it hard to suppress his own. She sounded so disgruntled and frustrated he couldn’t help but admire her spunk.
“Red,” he warned with narrowed eyes while he quickly untied the ropes. He began to massage her arms and legs to alleviate the discomfort in her muscles.
“Oh yeah, I forgot, Sir, it’s because you seem to dislike your surname.”
Now she sounded on edge and Keon hid his smile at her obvious reaction to his touch on her legs. The little sub was so aroused; she was a hair trigger away from climaxing.
The temptation was too much. He lowered his head, flicked his tongue back and forth over her clitoris, then waited for her to catch her breath, and then blew on it.
Hard.
Lauren’s eyes widened, the hot and cold sensation from his breath on her wet, swollen nub was all she needed to topple over the edge. Her panicked eyes met his and she remembered to shriek, “Come. Please, I can’t . . . oohh!”
“Come for me, Red.”
She exploded. Her back arched off the floor as spasm after spasm wracked through her frame.
“Well, now, this spicy bouquet is just too much to resist,” Keon breathed, before he buried his face between her legs.
Lauren was rocked by the giddy rush of adrenaline at the unexpected climax that didn’t seem to quit. She jerked and thrashed against Keon’s face but couldn’t dislodge him, not the way he was holding her hips in place. She didn’t even try to deny the desire for him, which drove her body’s reaction to his attention. For the first time in her life, Lauren was flooded with passion—unbridled and wild, it surged through her veins.
His lips closed around her clit, forcing another stuttering sob from her throat as she continued to buck wildly onto his fingers rubbing the swollen ganglia inside of her vagina. With a debauched growl, he sucked her nub deep into his mouth, swirling his tongue over the tip. Lauren cried out, helpless in the throes of euphoria. A rush of milky discharge coated his fingers. With a carnal sound he pushed his tongue inside her pussy, sucking and licking her through one climax after the other.
Lauren didn’t even notice when he stopped and picked her up in his arms. He sat down in one of the sofas at the entrance area of the dungeon and held her against his chest, caressing her back and legs. He placed soft kisses against her temple, amazed that the shudders in her body didn’t seem to lessen.
“I can’t . . . I need,” she looked into his eyes. They were pools of desire and took his breath away. “Please, I don’t know . . . something, I need,” she wailed and pressed her face into his throat. “Help me, Keon, please,” she begged.
Keon was stumped and yet, he shouldn’t be. Lauren had no idea how to control the demands of her body. He hadn’t intended on having sex with her. Not this early on, but he knew it was the only way to expunge the final wave of lust that she was riding.
He carried her down the hallway, checking the flickering lights above the doors of the private rooms, looking for a green one, indicating the room was available. His eyes blazed with a need; due to the smell of her arousal swirling in his nostrils, the way she clutched his arms.
Keon shouldered his way through the last door but didn’t bother finding the bed. He groped for his zipper, ripped it open, and yanked his engorged cock out.
“I hope you’re ready for me, Red, because you’ve got me tied up in fucking knots. This is going to be a rough and wild ride,” he warned in a guttural voice as he pinned her against the wall and thrust deep inside her pussy; to the hilt.
“Jesus! You’re as tight as a fucking virgin,” he growled in her neck. He forced his body to remain still, allowing her to adapt to his girth. Keon couldn’t recall if he had ever had a pussy as tight and as hot as hers.
“Ooh, shit, you’re big!” She cried but orbited her hips against his, testing the unfamiliar fullness inside her, stretching her so wide, she was fearful she might tear.
It was too much for Keon and with a primal shout he began powering into her. Her legs locked around his back in an automatic reaction to buffer the roughness with which he pounded inside her against the wall.
Lauren moaned and cried with every thrust and yet, she urged him on, feeling like she was teetering on the edge of an abyss. In the back of her mind a little voice warned her that once she toppled over the edge, there would be no turning back. It was a disturbing prospect but just as intoxicating. Her legs and pelvis throbbed with hot blood as Keon pumped into her with a wild and uncontrolled rhythm.
He pinned her arms above her head, speeding up his thrusting hips and slapping wildly against her clitoris.
“Oh, fuck,” she sobbed while he pounded her relentlessly.
“Yes, Lauren. Let go. Fly for me, Red,” he urged her on when he felt her fleshy sheath begin to spasm and contract in a battle to hold herself off.
“Ohgodohgodohgod,” she groaned. “I’m gonna come!”
Keon plunged deeper into her, pillaging her softness, tilting her hips higher for better leverage. He reached between them and started caressing her clitoris with quick feathered brushes.
“Now, Lauren. Come for me.”
She bucked wildly; screaming as her loins clenched painfully at the same time a surge of warm liquid erupted from inside her. Her eyes blazed with wonder; she choked out a cry as she squirted uncontrollably.
Keon came undone, lost to himself and in the throes of lust, as heat flared into his chest. Wave upon wave of rapture drowned him in a state of lustful euphoria. His eyelids fluttered. He shuddered and then the world fell away as he ejaculated strong jets of cum inside her.
“Fuck,” he cursed at the realization that he had been so desperate to have her that he hadn’t taken the usual precaution to wear a condom. It was too late and he finished off with sharp jabs inside her pussy, emptying the last of his release.
Keon leaned his forehead against hers, listening to their labored breathing echoing in the quiet room. He stiffened when he detected her silent sobs. He switched on the lights. Then he bore back and tilted her chin.
“Jesus, Lauren, did I hurt you?” he asked worriedly. He had lost it at the end. Something he never did. The effect this woman had on him shattered the composure he had over his emotions.
She shook her head and cupped his cheeks with her hands. The kiss she gave him was the sweetest pull for his lost soul and it forced its way past the chains locked around his heart.
“Thank you, Keon. I can’t thank you enough for what you’ve just given me. For what you
made me experience. Made me feel.”
“Lauren,” Keon cautioned worriedly. He wasn’t ready for a besotted trainee sub. He’d seen the signs many times.
“No, I mean for . . . I’ve never climaxed during sex, Keon. He thrived on causing me discomfort and pain. This . . . it was . . . god, I don’t know how to express it. I never knew how wonderful it feels.”
Keon stared at her, refusing to acknowledge the emotions that were flooding his mind at her stammering admission. He was drowning in her limpid eyes. His mouth flattened into a grim line as he stepped back from her, slowly lowering her legs to the floor.
He had to catch her when her legs crumbled. She smiled tremulously at him as he picked her up. She brushed her fingers down his cheek.
“You are such a powerful Dom but you are also the sweetest and most caring man I know,” she said softly before her eyes fluttered closed.
Keon didn’t move. He stared at the passed out woman. He felt the stirring in his heart but ignored it. He didn’t want to feel love again. He’d had the purest love any man could ask for. He’d made a promise to himself that he would never be vulnerable again. Not like that. It had nearly destroyed him to watch Amelia die. He wouldn’t survive something like that a second time. He had a suspicion that if he allowed his heart to win this battle, he would love her harder and deeper than he did Amelia.
“And that is never going to happen.”
Chapter Six
Adam’s eyes fluttered open. He didn’t move as he took stock of his surroundings. He frowned when he didn’t recognize the room. It was early, judging by the soft glow of early morning light. The room was decorated in reds and bronze, with heavy brocade curtains that were already pulled open.
Where the fuck am I?
The last thing he remembered was watching the farmhouse of his benefactors blown to smithereens before he’d passed out in the helicopter.
His eyes found the large figure of a man sitting in a chair to the side of the room. At first, he couldn’t see his face at all, the morning light streaming in from behind him made a halo around his head.
Adam frowned. He scoured his memory but it was blank. He couldn’t recall shit.
“Where am I?” His voice croaked with an unfamiliar hoarseness. He cleared his throat and tried again. “Who are you?” The same sounds vibrated from his throat. He felt like a stranger to himself.
He watched the man rise. Adam’s breath got stuck in his throat. This was the one man he feared the most—apart from Rhone Greer and Keon LeLuc. He followed no defined paths. He made his own rules and he stepped in without being invited. Bold. Brazen and fearless.
His eyes; a well of jet black ink, was more fearsome than a tiger’s and he didn’t blink when Adam’s eyelids fluttered open. A thin Cuban cigar hung from his lips, a small trail of smoke escaped from the corner of his mouth. Adam followed its dance to the ceiling.
The man saw the shock register on Adam’s face before he could hide it. A small smile played on his lips, he was obviously used to such reactions.
“It’s about time you woke up.”
From his guttural voice it was obvious that he fed on the fear his presence incited in fellow human beings. Adam had first met him five years ago during a heist in Los Angeles, where he had been for a conference. At the time he hadn’t appeared this fearsome but since he’d taken over as the Don of the mob, he’d become all powerful. He ruled with an iron fist and no one opposed him. Not even the police force. That much had become clear with the recent meeting he’d had with him.
Vito Vitale; the boss of the five ruling mafia families in the US.
“Mr. Vitale? I don’t understand,” Adam grunted painfully as he pushed himself upright against the headboard.
“Leave us.”
His gruff order drew Adam’s attention to the three men standing in front of the door. They were dangerous-looking men, with bulging muscles and cold gazes. They didn’t flinch at the order. Adam knew they were unscrupulous fellows and wouldn’t hesitate to kill.
Adam’s gaze slithered back to Vitale. The man was more powerfully built than he remembered but with the agility of a panther and naturally olive skin, portraying his Italian heritage. He was shaken by the calm, cold austerity in Vitale’s gaze. It was a singularly serious and self-contained demeanor, of imperturbable temper and immovable character.
He had something up his sleeve and Adam was the pawn.
“How do you feel?” Vito asked as he puffed on his cigar. The soothing smell of rich tobacco filled Adam’s lungs and he licked his lips as the urge for a cigarette overcame him.
“Weaker than I should be. I know I lost a lot of blood but I feel fine.”
Vito shrugged; the smile on his lips chilled Adam.
“I felt the need to make certain, let’s say, adjustments to your appearance.”
“What are you talking about?”
“You’ve been here for two weeks, Adam, recuperating. We’ve kept you comatose to ensure a quick recovery.”
“Two weeks! I had cuts in my face, yes, but nothing to justify such a long time—”
“Ah, I see our patient is awake.” A gray-haired man walked into the room. “It’s time to remove the bandages.”
Adam frowned and touched his face, realizing for the first time, his head was completely bandaged and was obviously why his face had felt so stiff.
Vito had a pleased look on his face as he watched the doctor uncover Adam’s head.
“Perfect. You truly are a man with skill, Doctor Wang.”
The man examined Adam’s face, turning his head this way and that. He nodded in satisfaction as he straightened.
“I have to admit I am amazed at the results of the new meds my team developed. There’s hardly any sign of scars left on his face, which is a miracle in such a short period and all the reconstruction we did.”
Adam’s face lit up. He’d always been vain about his looks and used them to his advantage. The prospect of having ugly scars had been a dire one indeed.
“Want to see, Adam?” Vito asked. He seemed eager and couldn’t keep the excitement from his gaze.
It screamed a warning at Adam but he needed to ascertain for himself what his face looked like. He took the handheld mirror from Vito and brought it in front of his face.
His expression turned to horror; blood drained from his face as he battled to draw a breath.
“What the fuck have you done to me?” His shocked cry was soaked with horror.
“Well, Adam, I warned you when we met that I don’t stand for incompetence and you assured me your dealings were all above board. It was quite a shock to realize it was all a lie.”
“What . . . I never lied,” he whispered, unable to draw his horrified eyes from the face that reflected in the mirror.
“No? I beg to differ. Imagine my surprise when I heard that you had been digging into my sex trade business. Did you honestly think I wouldn’t put two and two together, Baxter? Have you become so hungry for power and money that you believed you could get away with it?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Adam managed to say. He still couldn’t comprehend what he was seeing, let alone keep up with what Vitale was talking about.
“Pitting the Sixth Order against me . . . the capo regime? The most powerful man in the US?”
It felt like someone was squeezing his chest. Like someone had a noose around his throat and was pulling it tighter.
“You’re mistaken. I never—”
Vito held up his hand. “Nothing you say matters anymore because I have taken control of the situation. You are now my puppet, Baxter, and you will do as I say. The Sixth Order will bow to me and as you can see . . . you will make it happen.”
“No! I am the deputy director of the NCS! You promised I would make director of CIA in less than a year,” Adam shouted. The fear had given way to anger at seeing the future plans he had worked so hard to achieve, starting to dissolve with each passing minute. He had made big
plans to head the Sixth Order. He glared at Vitale. Colluding with Vito had been the first step to rise up that ladder but now, he’d turned tables on him.
“And I would have kept my promise if you hadn’t been so greedy and to make it worse, irresponsible. Opposing someone like Rhone Greer and Keon LeLuc? How stupid can you get? They have the backing of the entire FBI and Government behind them; not to mention his brother and my half-brother, Damiano. I don’t need shit like this to stand in my way, Baxter.”
“You can’t do this to me,” Adam wailed.
“Oh, but I already have. You will forget about Rhone Greer and Keon LeLuc, Baxter, because if you don’t, your life—what’s left of it—is worth shit. I know that the Sixth Order gave the instruction to have LeLuc’s family killed six years ago, to get Greer and him to back off from interfering with their operations. When they found out his daughter was alive, you were instructed to take her and put her up for adoption, making sure Leluc never found her again. But you kept the kid. I guess the delightful redhead had something to do with that. How pathetic. To use a child to force a woman to bend to your will,” Vitale snorted with disgust. “But none of that matters anymore. From this moment, your association with Greer, Leluc, Ace and her sister are over.”
“No. You will not take away my revenge. They will pay—”
“You don’t seem to understand, Adam,” Vito’s eyes had turned glacial and as cold as a blizzard. “You have no cause for revenge. You were the one in the wrong and if anyone is going to take revenge, it’ll be them. You should thank me. At least this way, your chances of a longer lifespan has increased significantly.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?” He grated through clenched lips as he stared at Vitale, finally realizing that he held all the power.
“Oh, let’s just say that within an hour, the news of the tragic death of the Deputy Director of the NCS, Adam Baxter, will be broadcasted.”
“Bullshit! What about a body? You can’t have me declared dead. You just can’t,” he raged.
“Tsk, tsk, you are turning into a big disappointment, Adam. I thought you would’ve put two and two together already. Adam Baxter’s ashes were all that was left after his car exploded, from what authorities would deem to be a murder.”
