Master of My Mind BN

by Jenna Jacob

  His embedded fingers danced a decadent waltz over my sensitive knot of nerves. With his exacting strokes the familiar tingle coalesced beneath my clit, spreading outward. Yet he plunged deeper still, swallowing my keening cries.

  Tony peeled his lips from mine and his fingers stilled just as I reached the peak.

  “Describe how it feels, angel.”

  “Hot. Pulses of fire…shooting through me,” I panted, rocking against his hand, desperate for more stimulation. “Building. Cresting. Higher…and higher.”

  “What’s cresting?”

  “My orgasm,” I choked.

  “Do you have permission to come for me, yet, angel?”

  “No.”

  “No what?”

  “No, Sir.”

  “Very nice,” Tony cooed. “That’s right. You don’t have permission. And I refuse to let you fly without taking a little pain for me, my beautiful angel.”

  Pain? My eyes flashed wide in alarm. I swallowed tightly as he pinned me with an expectant stare. “But I don’t like pain, Sir.”

  “So you think. But that spanking I gave you? I know deep down you crave it…ache for it. You haven’t tapped into the depths you’ll endure for me…At least not yet. But you will. And I intend to teach you…everything.”

  Images of whips and blood, quirts and welts, paddles and bruises crowded my mind. Tony was right; I didn’t know the depths of my submission. Hell, I still wasn’t completely convinced that I even was a submissive. The only thing I knew for sure was that I didn’t want to fail him. But if he incorporated sadistic pleasures into my training, I was doomed to disappoint. Our desires might mesh, but our BDSM needs never would.

  My body was on fire, but my mind had turned to ice. I couldn’t expect Tony to set aside his needs for me. Not on the off chance I might someday learn to crave the edgier side of BDSM. I’d done it again. I’d allowed my stupid fantasies to run roughshod over reality. Tony was, and always would be, a sadist. I opened my mouth to stop the madness just as a thunderous knock came from the other side of my door.

  “Tony. Leagh. Open up,” Drake bellowed.

  My car. The bomb. The club.

  Reality rained down in a deluge of ice cold spikes. Dazed beneath the potent spell Tony cast upon me, he’d erased the terror with nothing more than a kiss. But it was back, bigger and badder than ever, coalescing in my veins like wet cement.

  “Fuck!” Tony growled. Extracting his fingers from my pussy, he licked my juices from them, then with a frustrated sigh, he crawled off me. Tossing the bedspread over my quivering body, he stormed to the door and jerked it open.

  “We have to evacuate the club,” Drake announced, his voice tight with tension.

  “What?” I gasped.

  “Why?” Tony asked.

  “Bomb squad wants to remove the C-4 from Leagh’s car. Evidently, it’s a homemade device so they want us all out of here.” Drake explained with a sour expression. “Oh yeah, and the cops are bringing in dogs to sniff the club for explosives.”

  “Shit,” Tony hissed. “Mika’s not going to like this.”

  “No, he’s pissed as hell. He left Julianna and Tristan at the hospital and is on his way here, now.”

  Guilt sluiced through me. The whole entire mess was my fault. Deep down I knew the C-4 had been intended for me. Mika and Genesis weren’t the target. My presence at the club had brought a shitload of danger down on my friends. Either Matt or Hayden wanted me dead and neither had any qualms about taking out innocent people in the process. Fear and remorse slammed like an injection of adrenaline. And once again, the manic need to flee punched hard.

  “Okay, let me help Leagh get dressed, and we’ll go to my place,” Tony announced to Drake.

  “No!” I cried.

  Tony spun toward me confusion wrinkled his forehead.

  “I’ve got what you asked for, Daddy,” Trevor announced as he squeezed past Drake and entered the room. His blue eyes were brimmed with fear as a stack of dark colored clothing trembled in his hands.

  “What’s this for?” Tony asked, looking at the young man.

  “We need to get Leagh out of here. If someone’s watching for her outside it would be best if she wore a disguise,” Drake replied with calm reassurance I couldn’t relate to.

  Nausea swirled in my stomach and I forced down the saliva pooling in my mouth. Was someone planning on putting a bullet in my head once I stepped out the door? How was I going to get out of the club unnoticed wearing pounds of plaster? Clothes alone wouldn’t be enough to disguise my broken limbs.

  “Son of a bitch,” Tony murmured. With a snap of his head he looked over his shoulder at me. “Put them on. I refuse to take any chances with you, Leagh.”

  “Okay,” I whispered with a nod.

  “If we dress her like a man and get her out of here,” Drake explained to Tony. “I’ll take her to my place and meet up with you there.”

  “Why your place?” Tony asked.

  “She can’t go to your house, man. Obviously, someone’s been watching her. They know she’s here… knew her car. They’ve probably seen you two together. If they’ve done their homework, they damn well know where you live.”

  The more Drake expounded, the heavier my heart sank. It wasn’t just my friends at the club that I’d put in danger. I’d painted a big, fat bulls-eye on Tony’s back.

  “I know someplace she’ll be safe,” he assured Drake. “We’ll meet up at your place, and I’ll take her from there. Let’s do this.”

  “Wait!” I cried out. “Where do you plan on taking me after Drake’s?”

  “To my parent’s house.”

  “No way,” I snapped. “You’re crazy if you think I’m putting your family in the middle of my shit.”

  “Stop, Leagh,” Tony instructed with a sympathetic smile. “This isn’t up for discussion. Besides, there’s no place on the planet safer. Trust me.”

  “Come on, sis, don’t fight him,” Trevor begged as he plopped down next to me. His pale face seemed even whiter. “If Tony says you’ll be safe there, you can bet your ass you will be. Please go to his folk’s house for me?”

  “Evidently I don’t have another choice, do I?” I asked glaring at Tony.

  With a challenging smirk, Tony edged in closer. “No. You don’t.”

  “Trevor, help Tony,” Drake directed. “I need to get the dungeon cleared.”

  As soon as Drake left, Trevor laid out the clothing on the bed.

  “Come on. Let’s get these on you,” Trevor cajoled. Flashing an impish grin, he winked. “I’ll finally get to make a man out of you, sister.”

  His attempt at humor did nothing to erase the aura of anxiety rolling off him. As my mind raced, Tony and Trevor stripped me down and dressed me up. After pulling a dark hoodie over my head, they tucked my hair up under a ball cap.

  Every time I opened my mouth to speak, Tony shushed me with a censuring glower. Sitting on the bed I watched Trevor run out the door to find Drake. Determined to get some answers, I narrowed my eyes at Tony.

  “Would you please explain to me why you think I’ll be safe at your parents?”

  “Sweetheart, I don’t think you’ll be safe. I know you will.”

  Tony’s vague answer only pissed me off more. “And how are you so sure? Wait, the more important question is why would you put your family in jeopardy because of me?”

  A sly grin tugged one side of his mouth. “They’re not going to be in any danger, and it’s quite obvious you still don’t trust me. Don’t go taking back your control now, just because things are getting dicey.”

  “Dicey? You call this dicey? You’re out of your mind. This is life and death, Tony. Mine, yours, and your family’s. I do trust you, and I’m not taking back my control. I just want some damn answers.” The smile on his face grew wider. “I don’t find the least bit of humor in any of this.”

  I was shocked by his total lack of concern for the family I knew he loved so much.

  “You’re no
t listening to me, angel.” He frowned. “My family is going to be perfectly safe. They have… connections. I can guarantee my dad has the ability to find out faster than the cops if someone is truly trying to kill you.”

  “Your dad? What? Is he in the mafia or something?” I choked in alarm.

  Tony’s eyes grew wide. “Oh, so since I’m Italian you automatically jump to the conclusion that my family is in the mafia. Stereotype much?”

  “I didn’t mean it like that.” I pouted.

  “You watch too many damn movies.”

  “You just said your family had connections. What the hell am I supposed to think?”

  “They do have connections, but that doesn’t mean they’re involved in the mafia.”

  “Oh god, Tony, would you please just spit out whatever it is you’re trying to say? With all that’s going on around here, I’m not capable of playing these mind games. I’m scared half to death. And every second I stay in this room, I’m putting the people I love in danger.”

  I dropped my head and cradled my forehead in my palm. Tears began to swell. I closed my eyes. I was sick of crying, yet I couldn’t stop the fat drops from spilling down my cheeks.

  The bed dipped, and instantly Tony wrapped me in his arms. His decadent heat seeped into my bones, while his intoxicating scent filled my nostrils. The reassuring strength he provided called to the scared child within, like a searchlight through heavy fog. Melting against him, I clutched his rugged chest, holding on for dear life, and sobbed.

  “Leagh, don’t cry. I don’t want you torturing yourself,” he softly laughed “That’s my job. Look, everything’s going to be okay. I promise. ”

  Oh, how I ached to believe him; ached for it more than anything in the world.

  “First things first. I need you to stay calm, so we can get you out of here. Okay?”

  “Don’t make me go with Drake. I want to stay with you,” I sniffed as I wiped the tears from my cheeks.

  “I’ll be five minutes behind you, sweetheart. I trust Drake with my life, and I trust him with yours. Think of this as just another step on the road of your submission. Let me take all the worry and fear out of your hands. You know I’d never let anything happen to you.”

  “You make it sound like it should be easy,” I protested.

  “It is. If you let it be.” Tony eased back, tilting my chin up with his fingertips. His gaze suffused with understanding, he feathered a kiss over my lips. “It’s foreign and scary, and you feel like you’re freefalling without a net. But don’t think for one second that I’ll ever let you fall. I’ll always be there to catch you, Leagh. I promise.”

  The surety reflecting in his eyes made it impossible for me not to believe him.

  Believe in him.

  “I’ll do my best.”

  “That’s all I’ll ever ask of you, sweetheart.”

  Once again, Tony pressed his lips to mine. I could taste his promise, and it filled me with a sense of determination. Fear closed in on me from every angle, yet Tony’s kiss granted a shield fortifying me against the unknown.

  “Ah-hem,” Drake interrupted loudly.

  Startled, I jerked away from Tony and stared up at the burly Dom filling my doorway.

  “I wasn’t done yet, sweetheart. Get back here,” Tony growled as he gripped my hair and pulled me in to finish the kiss.

  “You two will have to get a room later. Right now, we’ve got to get out of here,” Drake grinned, tossing a roll of black duct tape at Tony.

  Blinking at the shiny black adhesive as it sailed through the air, I darted a worried glance between the two Dom’s.

  “What’s that for?”

  “Christ, girl. Do you have to question everything?” Drake growled with a teasing grin as he swaggered toward the bed and lifted me into the air with one beefy arm. “We know what we’re doing.”

  “Right. Um, exactly what are we doing?” Tony arched a brow at the tattooed Dom.

  “Taping her ankle to mine of course.” Drake shot him a wide grin. Tony still looked confused. “Here’s how it’s going to work.”

  After a quick explanation, the two men taped my casted ankle to Drake’s sock, before hiding the evidence beneath the cuffs of our pants. With my casted arm wrapped around the big Dom’s waist, he slipped on a trench coat concealing my bulky arm. Drake slipped his arm around my waist and lifted me a fraction of an inch off the floor. With my useless leg attached to his, he took a couple of steps. Our legs moved in tandem. Although we were joined together as if ready for a three legged race, to the casual observer, it appeared that our steps were simply in sync.

  We strolled down the hall to the back door. “I’ll see you soon,” Tony whispered in my ear before he cast an uneasy glance toward Drake. “Take care of her, bro.”

  “You can count on it, man. We’ll meet you back at my place. I’ve got Dylan, Nick and Savannah lined up to drive Trevor home.”

  Drake gave me a nod then pulled the heavy metal door open.

  Stepping onto the landing, the back of the club looked like a carnival. The only thing missing were rides and cotton candy. Police cars and an armored vehicle choked the parking lot as strobes of red and blue danced over the brick buildings. Onlookers gathered in clusters.

  “Keep your head down,” Drake murmured.

  Casting my eyes to the ground as members exiting the club pressed around us, Drake inched off the top step.

  “When we get to the car I’m going to drop my keys. When I bend to pick them up I’m going to cut the tape on our ankles. Hold onto the car; I don’t want you to fall. Okay?” Drake whispered as he seamlessly hauled me down the rest of the stairs.

  I nodded. Focused on the ground in front of me, I tried my best to shield my face beneath the dark hood of the jacket.

  “Don’t look up. There’s a guy way too interested in who is coming out of the club,” Drake whispered just loud enough for me to hear. “Don’t say a word. Just nod your head and play along.”

  I had no idea what he’d planned, but I’d gladly do anything he wanted as long as it kept me alive. Just the fact that someone was watching us made my heart jackhammer in my chest.

  “It’s a goddamn circus back here. Fuckin’ assholes have to go and ruin our night, Trevor. What the fuck,” Drake ranted in a loud angry tone. “When we get home, boy, I’m going to put that sweet mouth of yours to work. Understand?”

  A part of me wanted to laugh at Drake’s charade, but I was too damn scared to do anything more than issue a silent nod.

  “That’s my good boy,” Drake praised in a deep booming voice as he clutched me tight against his burly frame.

  As we made our way into the chaos, Drake’s cell phone rang. Cursing under his breath, he picked up the pace all but dragging me to his car. When he plucked out his phone his keys dropped to the ground. While it wasn’t exactly how we’d planned it, I leaned against his vehicle as he bent down. Within seconds, the duct tape gave way, and Drake hooked his arm around my waist to open the passenger door.

  “Hello,” he barked into the phone as he lowered me onto the leather seat. “We’ll be pulling out of the lot in a second. Hang on.”

  Forcing my stare to the zipper of my hoodie, Drake closed the door before quickly climbing into the driver’s seat. With the phone wedged between his shoulder and his ear, he didn’t say a word, simply started the engine and wound his way through the congested parking lot.

  As we pulled onto Myers Street, I glanced up to see more members spilling out from the front door. Gawkers clogged the sidewalks on both sides of the street. Peeking over at Drake, his face was lined with worry, and he quickly glanced in the rear view mirror.

  “Nothing so far. If that changes, I’ll call you back. Give me the address again. North on Taylor Street and take a left on... Got it. I’ll meet you there.”

  Drake hung up. I watched his gaze dart back and forth from the road to the mirror, over and again. I kept my mouth shut so he could focus.

  “That was Tony on
the phone. James called him as we were leaving the club,” Drake began, his attention nervously bouncing from the road to the mirror. “When he and the detectives started to pull into George’s driveway, the damn house blew up.”

  “Blew up? Oh my god! How? What the hell happened?” I gasped.

  “No clue. The fire department is on their way, but Tony wants you at his parent’s house. Now.”

  “Okay,” I whispered, watching Drake cast his eyes back to the mirror. “Is someone following us?”

  “No. I’m just making sure it stays that way,” he replied. Tension rolled off his big frame like lava. “Listen, Leagh. You need to start trusting him. Tony’s been in love with you for a long time. I know I probably shouldn’t tell you that, but it’s the truth. He’d lay down his life before he’d let anything happen to you, girl.”

  Drake glanced my way. Compassion and concern glimmered in his gray eyes. It surprised me. From the first time I’d met the big scary Dom, I’d shied away from him. Even after Trevor and I became friends, I kept my distance. Julianna swore the man was nothing but a big teddy-bear, but I never believed her. Drake always looked like he was ready to rip off the head and shit down the neck of anyone who crossed him. Hearing such poignant words from his lips, I understood what Julianna had meant.

  “I don’t know that I deserve him, Sir.”

  He flashed me a crooked smile. “Bullshit. You’re exactly what he needs, girl. You’re all sass and attitude. I’ve watched Tony for years. Watched him grow bored whipping the same asses night after night. Ever since he started taking care of you, hell, he’s back to how he used to be…happy and full of life. You’ve done that for him, just like you did it for George. Problem is you can’t see it.”

  I didn’t see it. Didn’t understand how I could possibly have given anything to Tony. Nothing close to all the ways he’d supported me.

  “Why are you telling me all this?” I asked.

  Drake let out a heavy sigh. “Look, I made a lot of mistakes when I had Julianna under my care. But I learned a big lesson. Never keep your mouth shut if a sub needs help.”