His Devil's Heat

by Linzi Basset

  Both men seemed amused when he blanched. Try as he might, he couldn’t hide the sudden gray pallor his face became.

  “Yeah, we know it’s you, Adam. Did you honestly believe you would get away with this?” Keon intoned evenly.

  “What the fuck are you talking about? Who are you?” He tried to regain his composure but was unsuccessful. He’d become complacent, believing that he was untouchable.

  “We never believed the cock and bull story about your death, especially when there was no way to identify the body. You should’ve known better, Mr. Baxter,” Keon smirked with a look of deadly intent on his face.

  “I honestly don’t know—”

  “But, you slipped up, Adam.” Rhone smiled as he glanced at Keon. “You know what they say about the murderer always going back to the scene of the crime, mate? Well, I guess in this case, it was going back to where the proof of all his crimes was left behind.”

  Adam felt like the earth began to spin, so fast that he couldn’t breathe.

  “Yeah, we were there the other night and until you tried to unlock that safe with the eye scanner, we had no idea who you were, except the CEO of Black Diamond Incorporated.”

  “It seems greed got the better of you,” Keon taunted him.

  Adam jumped up and leaned with his hands on the desk to sneer at them, “If you believe I am Adam Baxter, then why am I still alive? Both of you, especially you, LeLuc, have more than enough reason to rip me apart.”

  Both men barked with laughter, leaving Adam to fume with anger.

  “It seems the facial reconstruction affected your brain, Whittaker. You just admitted who you are.”

  Adam seethed at his own negligence. “Which, once again, makes me wonder what you’re up to, Greer? Why haven’t you ripped me apart yet?”

  “Because we want to know who is behind this farce and what they want to gain,” Keon snapped. “But, I guess you’re not about to disclose that, are you?”

  Adam smirked. “You know me so well.”

  “Hmm,” Rhone muttered. He got up and walked around the desk. Adam watched him with growing concern when he stopped next to his chair. He started when Keon appeared on his other side. He’d not even noticed him get up.

  “We’ve decided it’s time for you to experience the helplessness and torture you’ve subjected unto Lauren and my daughter, you bastard. Just until our sense of fairness has been appeased, you understand,” Keon growled into his ear before he pinned him against the chair.

  Adam’s struggles were worthless against his strength. He raged and spat expletives at him until he felt the cold silver bracelet locking around his wrist.

  “No! What the fuck—”

  “Evilness always comes back to bite you in the ass. Oh, and before you believe one of your underground scientists will be able to disarm this bracelet, be warned, we’ve had an additional mechanism installed for just that reason.” His gaze chilled. “When you decide to tell us what we want to know we might consider leniency. Let’s hope you come to your senses before we decide it’s time to . . . eliminate you, and then this little beauty is going to the grave with you.” Rhone informed him as he sauntered toward the door.

  “Which, you should start digging, because my fuse, as far as you are concerned, is much shorter than Rhone’s.” Keon followed Rhone. He turned at the door. “I’m warning you. Make one more phone call to Lauren and I will blow up that fucking bracelet myself.”

  Adam was left to stare in horror at the silver bracelet on his arm. For the first time in his life he felt what Lauren must have lived through all those years.

  He tried to ignore it but no matter how hard he tried, it felt like a black void was about to swallow him. He coughed and choked as he battled to breathe. The suffocating feeling was eating away at him.

  Adam Baxter was too self-involved, too selfish to remember that he had done the same to others and how much he had exulted in the power it had given him. All he saw was the unfairness of being used by Vitale and beaten at his own game by Greer and LeLuc.

  Chapter Fourteen

  “Don’t you think we’ll be pushing their limits a little too far?”

  “I’ve given this a lot of thought, Keon. You know, as well as I do, we need to do something to get Samantha and Lauren’s minds off that asshole. But, we’re not going to force anything on them. It will be their decision if they’re willing to go for it.”

  Keon nodded. “That’s the only way, Rhone. Either they want it or we leave.”

  “Agreed. Consensual. I have no intention of walking the tight rope like I’d done with Samantha. The regrets about Amelia were just too strong, especially when I heard she was involved. I lost focus. I took being in control too far. I didn’t just expect obedience and compliance. I demanded it. Fuck, I forced it.” He shook his head. “And all she wanted was for me to trust her and believe in her. She showed me that every time she freely submitted, even while I was cruel and uncaring.”

  “At least you came to your senses, Chuck. That’s what matters now.”

  “Yeah and I’ll do my best to make up for it, every day.”

  They were in Rhone’s office. “Did you manage to find a matching set?” Keon asked with his gaze on the two gift boxes tied with two different colored ribbons.

  “Yeah and I already prepared them.”

  “Man, they’re going to look hot. I’m already drooling,” Keon joked.

  A brief knock interrupted their conversation and Rhone opened the door.

  “Ah, ladies, right on time.”

  “Is there a problem? Is it Adam?” Lauren was paranoid.

  “No and tonight we don’t want to hear his name mentioned. For that matter, both of you are forbidden to even think of him. Is that understood,” Keon said gruffly.

  “Yes, Master Blade,” both responded in unison.

  “Present, subs,” Rhone instructed. Both Doms watched with satisfaction as the two women immediately moved in position; backs straight, shoulders back and tits pushed forward.

  “Beautiful,” Keon praised softly. His heart warmed when Lauren peeked at him with a pleased smile on her lips. She’d been a fast learner. Submission came easy to her. Keon chose to believe it was because she wanted to submit to him, to please him.

  “We have something special planned for tonight, aiming to blow your minds, but it all depends on you both,” Rhone drawled as he walked closer. He placed a soft kiss on Samantha’s shoulder while he fondled her breasts through her dress. “We won’t continue with the intended scene unless you both give your full consent,” he continued as he walked behind them to trace the curve of Lauren’s breasts. He tilted her chin back with his hand.

  Lauren shivered as she got lost in his searching molten silver gaze. He traced her bottom lip with his finger and her gaze frantically moved to Keon whose gaze scorched her. He seemed enthralled by her reaction.

  “Master Razor, please. No Dom is allowed to touch me without Master Blade’s permission,” she finally managed to gasp. She was overwhelmed by the tingling sensation his finger on her lips elicited.

  “You trained her well, Master Blade,” Rhone said with a smile. His attention moved to Samantha, aware of the question in her eyes but there was no sign of anger. “How would you feel about it, the four of us in a scene?”

  “I’m not sure I understand,” Samantha responded breathlessly as he leaned in to kiss her lips.

  “We’ve planned a sensation scene. You both will be blindfolded and we’ll arouse your bodies,” Rhone explained.

  “This is why we need both of you to consent. I might do certain things to Samantha, and Rhone to you, Red. You need to guess who is giving you the attention. If you’re wrong, you’ll have to pay penance to whoever is in play at the time.”

  Samantha and Lauren glanced at each other. Both had a nasty streak of jealousy and were possessive as hell. Strangely, they didn’t feel threatened by the prospect of the two men swapping between them for the scene. Lauren could feel the excitement r
ushing through her; Samantha felt the same way.

  “What kind of reward and penance,” Lauren asked.

  “Nothing extreme, butt plugs, blowjob, that kind of thing,” Keon explained.

  The two women glanced at each other and smiled. Samantha wasn’t threatened by Rhone being intimate with Lauren and it was clear that Lauren felt the same.

  “I’m consenting, Master Blade,” Lauren offered, followed by Samantha giving hers to Rhone.

  “But, there’s more,” Keon continued. “Tonight, we want to push your boundaries. We’re hoping you’ll agree to take it one step further. Let me assure both of you upfront, if you’re not comfortable with it, neither of us will hold it against you.”

  Samantha felt her loins clench. She knew what was coming. Rhone had warned her from the beginning about what he loved and although he hadn’t pushed her, she knew the time had come.

  But, with her sister and the man she is so obviously in love with? She frowned.

  “What is he talking about, Samantha?” Lauren whispered.

  “Something I know he’s been craving since we met.” She smiled at Lauren. “And to be honest, I don’t think I’d be able to do this with anyone else but you and Keon.”

  Lauren’s eyes popped wider. “Do you mean,” her voice lowered even more, “a foursome?”

  “Yes and if you’re not up to it, I won’t be angry and neither would they, as Keon already said.”

  “I’ve never given it any thought but it does sound very exciting . . . if not extremely kinky.”

  Samantha laughed. “We’re in a kink club, sis.”

  “Attention,” Keon barked.

  They both straightened into the present position.

  “I assume you know what we’re referring to, Samantha?” Rhone asked quietly. He watched her intently and relaxed when she smiled.

  “Yes, Master Razor. You want to have a foursome.”

  “We do, yes. Are you up to it?” Keon approached and ran his fingers through the silky length of Lauren’s hair.

  “You mean, Rhone and you are going to fuck both of us?” Lauren asked Keon.

  “Yes. Both ways, double penetration, in other words. First one and then the other.”

  “I have never . . . double penetration, I mean,” Lauren said with wide eyes.

  Keon didn’t detect any fear; only excitement and desire reflected in her eyes.

  “Nor has Samantha, Lauren,” Rhone imparted. We will take that into account. You don’t need to be afraid being hurt. Our only intention is to blow your circuits tonight. In ways neither of you have ever experienced.”

  “Very well, I . . .,” Lauren glanced at Samantha who nodded in response, “we’ll be happy to partake in a foursome with you.”

  Keon nibbled on Lauren’s lips, nipping sharply on her bottom lip, which had her gasping, surprised at the lust it awakened inside her. He’d been extremely patient with her, teaching her the difference between erotic pain and abuse. But it still amazed her how arousing the smallest measure of pain was from this man.

  “Let’s begin. From this point forward, you only speak when spoken to.” Keon said as he stepped back from her. “And for the rest of the evening you both have our permission to be touched by other Doms but only the one’s we choose.”

  “Put these on, but leave on those fuck me heels you are wearing,” Rhone ordered as he handed them one black box each. “No, not in the bathroom, Ace. Here. We want to watch.”

  Lauren felt heat suffuse her. She’d been naked a couple of times during a scene, but to undress in full view of Master Razor was intimidating.

  The office had a large, tinted window that faced the entertainment area, through which Lauren could see the members mingling around

  “No dallying, Red. Get on with it.” Keon ordered. The men were now seated on the sofa.

  “Undo me, please Lauren,” Samantha asked and turned her back toward her. Samantha was wearing a tight red mini dress that molded her curves.

  “Did I happen to mention how gorgeous you look in this dress, Ace?” Rhone asked. His voice sounded thick as he watched Samantha deliberately wiggle as she pushed the dress off.

  “You did, Master Razor and you showed your appreciation too, if you recall, on the way to the club,” Samantha cooed in a teasing voice. He’d had a hard time keeping his hands off her all evening.

  Lauren was wearing an embellished silver corset with a white leather mini. She didn’t own any sexy clothes but Keon had insisted on buying her some. She had to admit he had very kinky, but classy taste. The corset had sequined panels that ran along sweetheart neckline and curved down to her waist, giving her a phenomenal hourglass figure.

  She was aware of the two pairs of eyes that followed her every move as she quickly removed her clothes. She wished she could be as tempting as her sister but she’d never learned how to flirt or entice.

  Little did Lauren realize that her innocence was exactly what attracted the Doms. Keon was enthralled as he watched her unveil her body with slow and unpracticed movements.

  “It’s amazing, Rhone. She doesn’t even realize how sensual her every move is.”

  “Yeah, she’s a gem, mate. I hope you’ve realized it by now.”

  “I have. Oh fuck and have I.”

  The two women finished dressing in identical black satin thongs and push-up bras. Lauren looked down and then at Samantha.

  “I hope you can return these, Master Rhone. It seems they forgot to stitch certain parts of the set.” She sounded sullen yet breathless at the same time.

  The thongs were crotch less and exposed their pussies. The bras were no better. The cups had small, dollar sized cutouts and the nipples peeked through them. Keon and Rhone approached with wicked grins on their lips and gently pried their nipples through the holes in the bra cups. It wasn’t easy, as the holes were cut smaller than their areolae.

  Lauren hissed as Keon brushed his palms over her distended nipples. Exposed to cold air and hot stimulation, her nipples were painfully erect already. The bras were an extremely tight fit to begin with.

  “This is what we call, nipple bondage, Red. Is it uncomfortable?” Keon asked as she caught her breath when he repeated the caress.

  “No, Master Blade, but it does make them tingle and feel,” she glanced at the protruding areolae and nipples, “huge,” she gulped.

  The two men stepped back and stared at their subs.

  “Don’t piss me off, Ace. Drop your hand,” Rhone ordered when he noticed her hand creep up to cover the healing wound high on her chest. “Even with that scar, which will be gone soon, you are truly the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.”

  Samantha bloomed under his praise. She’d been overwhelmed when Rhone had asked his friend and one of the best plastic surgeons in the US, Kent Gibson, to fix the ugly gunshot wound. He’d performed the surgery two weeks ago and she’d have no scar left to remind her of her near-death experience.

  “They look hot, Master Blade, don’t they?”

  “Sizzling, Master Razor. I daresay they will attract a huge amount of attention when we enter the entertainment area.”

  “Hmm, you have a point. We should allow other Doms to pay homage to their beauty the honor. After all, sharing is caring.” Rhone said tongue-in-cheek.

  Lauren glanced at Samantha and noticed her eyes narrowing on Rhone but she kept her lips tightly pressed together.

  “Of course, Master Razor. We are truly blessed to have such hot subs that are desired by many.” Keon walked closer and brushed his lips sensually over Lauren’s.

  Lauren’s knees felt weak. Both the men were in a lascivious mood tonight. God knows what that meant for her and Samantha.

  She couldn’t help but notice there was a change in him; how he looked at her, how his eyes glowed with heat.

  Maybe, just maybe, there’s a chance.

  “Now, one more thing before we go downstairs to begin our scene,” Keon said with an evil grin. He pulled something out of his pocket which
made a ringing sound.

  “Ah, you found the ones with varying sizes. Perfect, Master Blade,” Rhone chuckled as he took, what looked like, huge pearls from him. He rolled the three balls in his palm, smiling at the expression on the two women’s faces.

  “These, my pets, are Ben Wa balls. The effect of these little vibrating pearls will cause an irresistible sexual stimulation. Needless to say, we expect to see a blissful smile on your faces.”

  “Pardon me, Master Razor, but these are anything but little,” Samantha puffed as she eyed the balls. The smallest one was probably one inch in diameter, the second two inches and the third . . . good lord, it’s as big as a golf ball!

  “They’re not? Hm, maybe we should have gone for the steel ones, rather. They have a nice sparkle to them,” Keon teased.

  “That still doesn’t make them smaller,” Lauren watched him walk closer.

  “They shake and ring when you walk.” Keon shook them a little and they could hear the ringing inside. “Many refer to these balls as a sexual exercise in frustration. Not that it’s our intention to cause you frustration, mind you.”

  “Could’ve fooled me,” Lauren mumbled under her breath.

  “You know how I feel about mumbling, Red. Speak up.”

  “I said, I forgot I wasn’t supposed to talk. My apologies, Master Blade.”

  “Hm. Don’t let me catch you sprouting white lies, my pet,” Keon warned with an amused twinkle in his eyes.

  “I wouldn’t dare, Sir.”

  “Open your legs, subs. Wider, please,” Rhone instructed as he went down on his haunches between Samantha’s legs. Keon followed suit.

  “Each movement of your body will activate the vibrations,” Keon explained as he squirted lube on the biggest of the balls. He gently pushed his finger deep inside Lauren. He flicked his thumb over her clitoris, watching her eyes grow smoky.

  “I love that you’re always so hot and wet for me, Red. The lube isn’t even necessary.”

  He removed his fingers and pressed the biggest ball against her pussy. He swirled it to lubricate the ball properly before he pushed it inside her pussy with a soft popping sound.