by Jenna Jacob
“It’s not just about the fire, Leagh. When they started investigating, they found the restraining order that I’d filed for you.”
“No, that’s not right. George told me that it wasn’t public record,” I argued.
“Leagh, all court documents have to be recorded,” Reed exhaled loudly. There was a long pause. “I’m sorry he lied to you.”
“Again, you mean. You’re sorry he lied, again.” I couldn’t keep the contempt from my tone. “Well, I have nothing to say to the FBI. And the restraining order is worthless, now. Matt’s dead. He died in a parasailing accident in Belize.”
“How do you know that?” Reed asked.
“Tony had a friend of his in California do some digging.”
“That’s a relief. I tried to pinpoint exactly what the FBI wanted to talk to you about, but the bastard wouldn’t give me a crumb. I’m sure it has something to do with Sloane and the fire, but don’t worry, I’ll be there with you.”
A strange buzzing in my ears grew loud, and my heart thundered in my chest. “They can’t implicate me on anything Matt did, can they?”
“I don’t know. They can try but… look, do your best not to worry until there’s something to worry about, okay?”
For a split second, I thought I was going to pass out. I sucked in a deep breath, then another while the phone trembled in my hand.
“What time tomorrow?” My voice quaked.
“Ten o’clock.”
“Okay, I’ll be there. Thanks, Reed.”
When I hung up, Tony reached down and held my hand and gave me a puzzled look. “What’s going on, Leagh?”
I looked at him and issued a weak smile. “I think I need a drink.”
Sitting at the bar, I nursed a rum and coke as I filled Tony in on my conversation with Reed about the FBI. Even the liquor didn’t calm my nerves. My hands continued to tremble.
“Come on, sweetheart,” Tony urged as he took my hand and led me back to our room.
Once inside he ushered me into the bathroom where he silently removed my splint, and peeled away my clothes before shucking off his own. The sight of his strong, naked body calmed me. His turgid shaft—and knowing what was to come—swapped anxiety to hunger. Turning on the shower, he adjusted the water temperature before steering me inside with him, and when the hot spray cascaded down my body, I sighed in contentment.
“This was first on your list, angel. Close your eyes. Let me bathe you in suds and kisses.”
“Mmm,” I groaned, following his instruction. “Thank you.”
A tiny chuckle resonated in my ears. “I’d like to say the pleasure’s all mine, but I aim for both of us to enjoy this, sweetheart.”
Tony didn’t seem to be in a rush as he shaved my legs and washed and conditioned my hair, sliding his slick nimble hands and sudsy loofah over every inch of my body. His warm mouth fused with mine as his fingers toyed with my pussy and clit. Drowning in the smooth warmth of his skin, Tony ramped me up only to ease back, dragging me away from the cusp of release over and again. I wondered how many times he’d drive me to the edge before he’d grant me mercy and let me fly. Leading me in a maddening yet well-choreographed dance of denial seemed to be Tony’s expertise. It was divine torture.
Crying out when he dragged his slick thumbs over my tight nipples, a mewl of want seeped from my throat. Gliding my hands over his sculpted chest then lower along his defined abs, I wrapped my fingers around his hard, throbbing heat. Tony cupped my ass with both hands and pressed me against the tiled wall, aligning me with his massive erection. With a slow push, he seated inside me, all the way to the base.
Stretched full, I moaned, rolling my hips as he remained motionless inside me. Anchored to his chiseled body, I lifted my legs and locked them around his waist. Tony issued an approving growl, and I smiled beneath our tangled lips as he rocked up, driving into me even further.
Slow and sensual, he moved within my clutching tunnel. His deliberate rhythm felt intoxicating. Nipping, pinching, and laving my nipples, Tony coaxed me up the carnal path of pleasure. All too soon I was poised on the precipice. The swell inside grew to a desperate level. My keening cries filled the air.
Tony unleashed the fury of need he’d kept wrangled so tightly. Slamming into my cunt, he shifted his hands and pinned my shoulders to the wall. His tongue invaded my mouth, driving in time with his demanding cock.
When the craggy peak beneath me gave way, I sank my fingernails into his broad shoulders and held tight. Tony swallowed my screams of ecstasy as spasms tore through me. Shuttling through my spasming channel, faster and harder, he froze and jerked his mouth from my lips. “Mine!” He thundered, thrusting again he cried out as he jettisoned inside me.
My tunnel clutched around him as he exploded inside me. Electricity surged through my veins. My limbs trembled as the water splattered onto the shower floor, melding with our moans.
Tony stayed buried inside me until our ragged breathing returned to normal. Neither of us said a word; we simply clung to one another, absorbing the pulses of love and quivering aftershocks. Breaking the spell, I leaned forward and kissed him. His cock jerked deep inside me and I moaned.
Suddenly the hot water turned to ice. Squealing in surprise, I dropped my legs to the floor. Tony dipped and slid from inside me. Issuing a curse, he turned off the water, stepped out and grabbed us each a towel. Securing his around his waist, he dried me off. When he knelt to rub the soft cotton up my legs, I leaned in and sipped the beads of water from his colorful tattoos. Tony froze, and his body grew taut. Rising up quickly, I feared I’d broken some unwritten submissive rule as I watched him stand. His dark eyes were narrowed, and his jaw ticked.
Shit. Yep, you fucked up again.
“What possessed you to do that, angel?” Tony asked with a guarded expression.
“I don’t know. I…the very first time I saw your tattoos, I wanted to run my tongue over them. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry, sweetheart,” Tony replied in such a buttery timbre I felt my legs wobble. “It’s one of the most submissive things I’ve ever felt before. I liked it.”
Lifting me off the floor, he tossed me over his shoulder. I let out a yelp of surprise before I started to giggle at his caveman antics. Tony stormed to the bed and tossed me onto the mattress. Pouncing on top of me, I continued to laugh.
“God, I love to see you happy,” he whispered.
Sobering, I stared up at him, noticing for the first time the tiny little lines at the corner of his eyes, the contour of his dark brows, the arch of his nose, and the plumpness of his well-kissed lips. For some bizarre reason, my mind tripped back to my high school history class and the weeks we spent studying European Mythology. Tony was exactly as I’d imagined Anteros, the god of love and passion might look like.
“You make me happy, Sir. Happier than I’ve ever been in my entire life.”
“Ditto, my tesorino.”
“What’s a tesorino?” I asked with suspicion.
“It means little treasure. That’s what you are to me, Leagh, a priceless little treasure.”
And even when I thought it impossible, the man made me melt a little more.
“Please, Tony, make love to me again?”
“Please who?” he asked in that deep, erotic voice of his.
“Please, Master.” I replied in a shy whisper.
“How can I refuse, angel? You will call me that from now on, understood?”
“Yes, Master,” I replied on a wistful sigh.
As Tony reached for a condom on the nightstand, he stopped. His brows furrowed in worry. “We didn’t use a condom in the shower, Leagh.”
“I know.”
“I’m clean, and I assume you are as well, but what about birth control?” he asked.
“I’m not on birth control. George was… he’d had a vasectomy when he was in his forties.”
I could see Tony mentally counting the days since my last period. He exhaled a breath so deep it was as if he
’d been granted a reprieve from the gas chamber. “You’re due to start any day now, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” I nodded, worried about his extreme sense of relief. “So I take it you don’t want kids?”
“Not nine months from now. But someday, after you walk down the aisle of the church I went to growing up.”
“Whoa. I think you’re getting the cart before the horse a little? Wait. Did you just ask me…? No, you didn’t…did you?”
“No, you’ll know when I do, angel. I’m simply planting seeds in your head right now.”
“You mean you’re just fu…err… messing with my mind.”
“Who? Me?” He chuckled. “And that reminds me. You owe me something, my little trash talking vixen.”
“Great, me and my big mouth,” I grumbled with an impish grin. “It was a little slip in the passion of the moment.”
“So I’m what? Supposed to say ‘don’t do it again’ and let it slide? Hrmmm?”
“You’d actually do that?”
“Not on your life, angel,” Tony laughed as he climbed off the bed. Holding my silk robe on the end of his fingertip, he winked. “Put this on and follow me.”
“Where are we going?” I gulped as I stood and wrapped the robe around me.
“No more questions or comments. You’re now limited to only three responses: Yes, Master; No, Master; or protocol. Understood?” Tony instructed, adjusting his erection beneath a pair of black athletic shorts.
“Yes, Master,” I replied as I tied the silky sash around my waist.
“Let’s go,” he grinned before walking out the door.
I followed him down the hall and into the empty dungeon. Glancing up at the two way mirrors of Mika’s office I wondered if anyone was up there, watching. A shiver of anxiety rippled through me.
“We’re all alone,” Tony affirmed.
“Yes, Master.” I replied, biting back the overwhelming urge to ask if he was doubly sure. My limited vocabulary was already proving to be a major pain in the ass.
When he stepped up to the St. Andrews Cross in the corner of the dungeon, my eyes grew wide, and my heart clutched. Darting a gaze around the available toys, every one of them was way above my level of experience. Quirts, canes, cat o’nines, and dragon tails lined a long cloth covered table. I bit my lips between my teeth and took a step back, still eyeing the pain inducing assortment.
“Do you need to talk to me before we begin, sweetheart?” Tony asked, stepping close to run his knuckle over my cheek.
“Yes, Sir.” I nodded, focusing back on him.
“Permission to speak.”
“I can’t do this. I can’t take the level of pain those thing produce!” I exclaimed, pointing to the frightful collection.
“I never said I planned on using them, angel,” he challenged with a crooked grin.
Walking to the wall near the cross, containing an even larger selection of nefarious toys that had never come in contact with my lily white ass, Tony plucked his favorite whip from the hook. I felt my eyes grow wide as I sucked in a ragged breath. “This is what I’m going to use.”
“No,” I squeaked backing away in fear.
“No?” he asked arching his brows.
“I mean, I don’t want to be sliced open.”
“What makes you think I’d do anything of the sort?” Tony frowned. “I’m sensing a lack of trust here, sweetheart.”
Dammit. Why did he always have to play that fucking psychological card on me?
“You either trust me or you don’t my love. It’s as simple as that.” Tony squared his shoulders, spread his legs, and tucked his hands behind his back, thus hiding the wicked whip. Dominance rolled off him in a potent wave. “Lose the robe and step up to the cross or safeword out and go back to your room. It’s time for you to decide if you’re going to put yourself into my hands and let me mold you or not.”
The knee-jerk reaction to fight or take flight slammed into me with a force so brutal I nearly doubled over. All the time Tony and I had spent together was culminating to this one pivotal moment. It was time for me to take one step for Leagh – one giant leap for my submission.
Sucking in a fortifying breath, I peeled off my robe and stepped up to the cross.
Tony stepped in behind me to whisper in my ear. “I’m so fucking proud of you.”
Tamping down the terror as he stepped away and secured the cuffs to my wrists and ankles, I tried to prepare myself for the first slice of searing pain. Trembling, I closed my eyes and listened as he took several steps behind me.
“We’re all alone, angel. Feel free to scream out your safeword if you need to. There’s no one but me to hear you.”
Get on with it already before I change my goddamn mind.
“Did you hear me, Leagh?” Tony asked in an impatient tone.
“Yes, Master.” I swallowed tightly.
Cringing, I squeezed my butt cheeks together and waited… and waited. Anticipation spiked, and I fought the urge to peek over my shoulder when a soft pop split the air. I whimpered, waiting for the pain to sink its teeth into my tissue and spread. Surprised when the only sensation I felt was a small gust of wind followed by a barely perceptible nip of… something I couldn’t even call it pain. I felt another and yet another. Where was the agony? The red welted slash marks? The blood?
“See, sweetheart. I can do amazing things with this lovely whip. I can make it bite so deep and hard you crave to crawl out of your skin. Or I can leave kisses upon your sweet flesh like the gentle caress of a lover’s lips.”
I exhaled a deep sigh and relaxed against the cool, polished wood of the cross.
“That’s it. Let my whip, my lips, cover you in kisses, my tesorino,” Tony spoke in a raspy growl as he threw the whip in soft, gentle whispers. “Your submission tastes like wine, angel, sweet and intoxicating and so damn delicious.”
Within seconds, the static gray filtered in behind my closed eyes. The pinpoint of light glowed much brighter than ever before. Racing toward it, I surrounded myself in its blissful peace and eagerly sailed away.
When I opened my eyes, I was back in my room under the soft cotton sheets of my bed. Tony sat beside me, strumming his fingers through my hair, watching me with a sated expression lining his face.
“Welcome back, my love.” He smiled, bending to brush a tender kiss upon my lips.
“That was…” I struggled for words to describe the depth of intensity that had carried me away. “Amazing. More than amazing.”
“It was for me, too, sweetheart.” Tony glanced down at his lap, tightening his fist around a silver metal collar; he raised it up to me. “This is for you, Leagh. You’ve earned it. And I want everyone to know, not only are you are under my protection but in training with me as well. Sit up, my love.”
Tears of joy streamed down my cheeks as Tony gazed into my eyes.
“Do you promise to strive to be the best submissive you can be and to represent me in a positive and respectful light?”
“Yes, Master,” I sobbed softly.
“Do you desire to wear my training collar with all your heart and soul, angel?”
“Yes, Master.”
“You may beg for it, sweet girl.” Tony smiled.
Sliding from beneath the covers, I eased onto the floor, kneeling down at his feet. Tony issued a sigh of delight and strummed his thumb over my lips before I cast my eyes to the floor.
“I beg for the chance to grow beneath your hands, Master. To serve you in all ways with an open heart and make you proud that you’ve chosen to guide me. May I please have the honor of wearing your training collar?”
“You make me proud every single fucking day. It will be my honor to have you bound to me. Yes, my love. You may wear my sign of training, of claim, of ownership.”
Tony unclasped the silver band. Leaning forward, I lifted my hair while he placed the collar around my throat. When I heard the snick of the lock, I briefly closed my eyes and sighed, allowing the significance of this r
everent moment to meld into my being.
Tony cupped his palm beneath my chin, lifting my face upward. He claimed my mouth with a fiery kiss. Soaring with joy, I floated to the heavens as his tongue delved deep. His promise, commitment, and love tasted sweeter than honey.
Rising from the bed, Tony tugged off his shorts before wrapping a sturdy fist in my hair. Guiding my mouth to his cock, he paused. Holding the moment, he kept me suspended in feverish anticipation. Raising my eyes, I looked up and gazed into his sinful dark pools. Something about him was palpably different. His intense command seemed sharper, the passion in his stare hotter. My entire being clawed in desperation to prove my love, my commitment, and my submission to this magnificent man.
I strived to portray a vision of patience on the outside. But on the inside, I clawed at the need to prove myself to him and to feel his steely velvet upon my tongue.
“What is it you want, angel?”
I flashed him a saucy grin. “Permission to suck your big, bad cock, Master?”
A wicked grin crawled across his lips. “You may, my sassy little minx.”
He let me tease him with my mouth and tongue for a long time before he pulled me to the bed and slid his glistening cock deep in my core. Tony took me on a rollercoaster ride of frustration that left me sweaty and ragged and begging for relief; which, of course, he adamantly refused.
I made an inward vow to never try and drive him out of his mind again. Tony achieved release twice before he allowed me to come. When he finally relented, I shattered into a billion shards of pulsating glass. Sated and boneless, I melted against his hot body. Tony had proven that hell hath no fury like a Master tormented by his sub.
Hours later, Tony pampered me with wine, cheese, and fruit. Little did I know he was merely re-charging my batteries for round two, three and—rousting me from sleep in the early dawn—four.
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When we finally woke the next morning, Tony sent me to shower to get ready for the meeting at Reed’s office while he fixed breakfast. The pancakes were fluffy and light, but once inside my stomach, they sat like a load of bricks. My nerves were working overtime, leaving me feeling unsure and jittery. Fingering the silver collar at my throat, a subtle sense of peace sprinkled over me. Whatever information the FBI sought, I knew I’d get through the inquisition with Tony by my side.
