by Avery Gale
Tally stepped forward and buttoned the shirt Reagan wore, sending another flush over her pale cheeks. “Don’t worry about it, girlfriend. You’re in a room full of kinksters. This is business as usual for them. They’d have been more surprised to find you fully dressed moments after your Master left.” Taz heard the denial that Rafe was hers bounce around inside her head, but a small spark of hope kept her from speaking up. Good, that will keep her from saying something she’ll feel bad about later.
Moving to Rafe’s office, Taz pulled out his phone and dialed Phoenix’s number. He shared the suspicions he’d heard rolling around in Reagan’s mind. There had to be a reason for this level of security, and he wanted to know what it was.
Chapter Fourteen
Koi watched Tally subtly check Reagan’s pulse. When she moved her hand to her friend’s back in what appeared to be a gesture of support, she’d been monitoring her respiration rate. He wasn’t sure Reagan had realized what was happening, since she was still reeling from her earlier flashback. He and Tally had been driving near Rafe Newell’s home when they’d gotten the call from Phoenix Morgan. Koi had to give the man credit, his timing was impeccable—they’d only been a half mile away, and from what he’d heard, Taz had been even closer.
Leaning against the breakfast bar, he watched Taz pull his phone from his pocket as he disappeared into what looked like an office. Pulling out his own phone, Koi typed a quick message to Micah Drake at Prairie Winds asking for a quick run-down of the situation. He sent a similar message to Phoenix. The two men worked together, but he’d learned a long time ago that, even given the same intel, different people would have slightly different perspectives of the exact same problem. Those minute differences often held the key—that one small detail often meant the difference between success and failure of a mission.
Phoenix sent him the report he’d pulled together so far, but there wasn’t much detail about the man everyone was certain had orchestrated the attack on Reagan. After reading the medical report, it was a fucking miracle she wasn’t having flashbacks on a regular basis. The facility’s documentation indicated Reagan had said very little to the first responders, but the sworn statements from the EMTs who’d treated her once she’d been wheeled to the outside secured perimeter were entirely different.
The female EMT told the investigator that Reagan clutched her hand pleading with her to keep the prison staff away. She’d been particularly terrified of the Chief of Security—the Major she’d previously reported for inappropriate sexual advances.
When his phone buzzed again with an incoming message, he was surprised to see Micah’s message. I’ve attached both official and unofficial reports, but I’d suggest you contact Kirk Evans or Brian Bennett. They are members of the club, and Reagan was working for them as a Physician’s Assistant when she was attacked. They helped her move to Montana and put her in touch with contacts who helped her find a job.
What had started out as mild curiosity about Tally’s friend was quickly turning into a cause. Why hadn’t this woman’s testimony been taken seriously? If something like this had happened to his sister, Koi would have been homicidal. He thanked both men for their help and moved into the living room. It was obvious Reagan was exhausted, but he suspected she wouldn’t rest until everyone left.
“Tally.” Both women shifted their attention to him, but he kept his focus on the woman he’d planned to spend the afternoon getting to know. “Come. It’s time to go. Reagan needs to rest, and she isn’t going to do that with everyone hovering over her.”
“But…” He cut her off with a look any trained sub would recognize. He’d given her a command, and he expected her obedience. He was stricter than Karl, but he suspected she’d blossom under his intensity. Senator Tyson would be returning to Washington D.C. in a few days, and he’d asked Koi to spend as much time as possible with Tally.
Koi wasn’t sure why the other man seemed almost desperate to secure a third in their relationship. But, since he was still technically on medical leave, he had the time, and spending time with a brilliant and beautiful submissive woman was anything but a hardship. Koi’s gut instinct told him Karl’s upcoming trip to Columbia wasn’t going to end well, and he wondered if Karl didn’t have similar concerns.
Five minutes later, they were back in the car. He’d hired one of the Dungeon Monitors to drive them today since he wanted to focus his attention on Tally. Reed Hughes was new to the club, so Tally didn’t know him well enough to feel comfortable, which suited Koi’s purpose perfectly. The air outside was crisp, but not as cold as it would be in a few weeks. Montana winters were not for the faint of heart, and he’d teased his beach-loving sister about her decision to move to a landlocked state where she’d been forced to buy her first winter coat.
Tally shivered as they hurried toward the warm car. “I’m already missing summer, and winter really hasn’t even started yet.”
“Reed’s got the car all nice and toasty for you, ma poupée.” The car would be the perfect temperature for a naked submissive. As soon as they were on the road, Koi turned to Tally. “Your hesitance when I called you to my side has earned you ten with a riding crop, Tally. But I’m going to give you the chance to reduce the number.”
Her eyes widened, and he was pleased to see her expression fill with interest as well as desire. “I want to feel your lips wrapped around my cock, ma poupée. You have fifteen minutes to make me come. Every minute under that time limit removes one stroke of the crop.” Tally’s eyes were bright; the lady obviously loved a challenge. Koi leaned forward and rubbed his nose against hers. “Competitive, are you?”
“You have no idea.” Her quietly muttered words amused him, but she was wrong. He knew a lot about the woman casting furtive looks at his rapidly inflating cock. The damned unruly appendage was pressing painfully against the zipper of his slacks, and he was anxious to free it from its confines.
“Strip. I want to see every inch of you while you take me to the back of your throat.” It was nothing but the truth. The woman was a treasure, and Koi found himself wondering what the hell her husband was thinking leaving her alone clear across the country for weeks on end. There wasn’t any doubt she was going to make him come long before the deadline. The intimacy of having his dick in her mouth, feeling her heat surround him, drawing him deeper was going to undo him quickly.
Tally’s entire body hummed with desire. She’d seen Koi’s reaction when she hadn’t immediately moved to his side while there were still at Master Rafe’s. Her hesitance hadn’t been intentional, but she couldn’t find it in her to regret the small slip. She’d been worried when Karl first introduced her to Koi. He’d seemed so aloof when they first met at Kodi’s wedding she’d worried the three of them would never work together. She was much too spirited for a Dom who wasn’t willing to engage. As a politician, Karl was every bit as outgoing as she was, perhaps more so; a Dom who held himself distant would never be a good fit.
To her surprise, Koi was turning out to be anything but emotionally distant. The connection between them grew stronger as they spent more time together. Tally hadn’t realized how much she’d missed what a third brought into her life after Landon stepped aside. She was thrilled Landon had found a woman of his own and even happier that she and Savannah had become friends despite the odd dynamic of the situation.
Koi’s command to strip sent a rush of moisture to her sex, and she felt her nipples draw up to tight points even though the car was toasty warm. When she let her gaze move to the front seat, Tally could have sworn she heard Koi growl. “Right now, I’m the only person you should be worrying about, ma poupée.” The pet name made her smile. Ordinarily she’d balk at being called a doll. But since she’d never heard anything but affection in his voice, the pretty French endearment didn’t sound condescending.
“Yes, Sir.” The lines between his brows smoothed out at her response, and his entire body seemed to relax.
“I assure you, Master Reed will appreciate the view,
because it’s truly spectacular.” Tally felt herself blush as she shimmied out of her jeans. “And I do appreciate the fact you aren’t wearing panties, baby. When we get you started wearing dresses, all will be well.” Most Masters wanted their subs to wear dresses or skirts when they were out in public together, but Karl had never cared that much. The only time he wanted unfettered access was when they were at the club. She could only imagine the fuss those in his D.C. social circle would put up if he slid his hand under the hem of her dress during one of their torturously long dinner parties.
“What are you thinking about, ma poupée? What put that light of devilment in your eyes?” Koi cupped his hand along the side of her face, focusing her attention on him. She’d gotten to know him a little, but she was worried he might not look kindly on her distraction…even if it had been amusing.
Never one to shy away from the truth, Tally answered honestly, explaining how much she hated the phony, uptight people Karl was forced to deal with as part of his position as a U.S. Senator. “I’m more than happy to stay right here and leave him to it.” A cloud passed in Koi’s eyes so quickly she wondered if she’d imagined it when she’d mentioned being perfectly happy to stay in Montana. She wasn’t sure what that meant, but with her body vibrating in anticipation, she pushed the worry aside. A part of her knew what was coming, but she was going to remain in denial as long as possible.
Tally wasn’t sure when he’d freed himself from behind his straining zipper, but when her hand brushed against the wet tip, her eyes fell immediately to his lap. His cock was long and thick, the veins roping their way up and around the length. When she unconsciously licked her lips, his laughter filled the large car. “Ma poupée, I don’t know which side of you I enjoy the most—the playful side who finds amusement in the stuffed shirts in Washington or the vixen who is looking at my cock like she can’t wait to feel it sliding over her tongue.”
Since she didn’t know what to say, she decided to not say anything at all. Both descriptions were accurate and there was another side of her he hadn’t seen yet. When she was in full doctor-mode, she could be a force of nature. Most people underestimated her because of her size, but they learned quickly she could—and would—steamroll them without a moment’s hesitation if they interfered with her patients’ care. Her co-workers would never believe she was sexually submissive to one man, let alone two.
“Your time starts now, Tally.” His words startled her back from her mental road trip, but it took her several seconds to make sense of what he said. When her eyes finally focused on him again, Koi was grinning and tapping the watch he wore on his left wrist. Good God Gertie, who wears a watch now days? I wonder if all super spies wear them? “Wear what? Do you know when you’re speaking out loud? And just for the record, you’re using up valuable time.”
Tally ignored his questions, hoping they’d been rhetorical and leaned forward to caress the smooth head with the flat of her tongue. Encircling it with slow, wet strokes she savored his unique flavor and scent. He tasted like heated spices and smelled like an early summer morning in a rain forest. She continued licking until she made her way to the base and sent up a silent prayer of gratitude that Koi kept himself well-groomed.
The bulging veins pulsed against her lips, and his cock jerked when she sucked him deep. She pressed the top several inches of his rock-hard length against the roof of her mouth and heard him moan in response. When she looked up, his head was pressed against the back of the seat, but his eyes focused on her. The heat of his gaze had her redoubling her efforts. This wasn’t about avoiding the punishment…she wanted to show him she would be worth the effort.
Tally always tried to be as honest with herself, and she was with others. Karl called her spirited, but that was just a very polite way to say she was a handful. Since she didn’t have any plans to change, the only way to compensate was to be skilled when it came to sex. The only woman she’d ever met who’d instantly understood her logic was Tobi West. The two of them became fast friends when she and Gracie were helping set up the forum shops at Mountain Mastery.
Tobi had agreed wholeheartedly, while Gracie had insisted she saw her role with her Masters differently. Tobi had shaken her head and scoffed at her friend, “That’s because you are a master of disguise, Gracie. You have your Masters convinced you are this sweet Latin American angel. How two men as smart as they are can’t see through the sham is a mystery to me.”
Gracie had howled with laughter and accused her best friend and business partner of being a green-eyed monster. Tobi had just grinned, “Yeah, yeah, yeah. Bite me, Barbarino.” Tally’s Spanish wasn’t the best, but even she’d known Tobi’s attempt to make Barbie sound Latin American had fallen short.
In the end, Tobi had looked at her and grinned. “For what it’s worth, I agree completely. I’m not the best submissive…not by a long shot. And my Masters own a damned kink club for heaven’s sake. I freely admit I’m not their best advertisement as BDSM Masters. But I work really hard at being worth all their effort.” And that was what Tally was doing now. She was making all the work Koi was putting in getting to know her worth it. Now, if he’ll only keep me apprised of the time, I’ll run out the clock. Then I’ll get to make him come and still get my swats.
Koi was fighting what felt like a losing battle to keep his eyes from popping out of his head. The pleasure robbed him of the ability to speak long enough for Tally to get the upper hand, and damed if the little minx didn’t know exactly what effect she was having on him. The excitement in her eyes made her look even younger than she was. He’d been astonished to learn how much Tally had accomplished at such a young age. She’s no slouch when it comes to giving head, either.
Koi tried to remember he was supposed to be the one in charge, hoping to pull himself back from the edge. He didn’t want to come within the first two minutes. Hell, he’d planned to hold off until she still got the majority of the strokes. He’d been told she was a bit of a masochgist, and he’d wanted to ensure she got what she needed—even it it fucking killed him.
For the first time since he’d first been approached about becoming Karl and Tally’s third, Koi worried he’d made a mistake. He’d known others who filled similar functions, and it seemed simple enough. Show up, help the Masteer fuck his sub until she doesn’t know her own name, and then walk away with his heart and soul unscathed. But that was before he got to know Tally. Now he was worried she might very well steal his heart and soul if he wasn’t careful. But fuck it all—how was he supposed to exercise any kind of caution when his brain was about to burst from pleasure?
Looking at his watch, Koi was amazed to discover he’d endured several minutes of her wet, velvet torture. Feeling her tongue lovingly caress the sensitive spot below the head was going to send him into orbit if he didn’t wrest control back her. Threading his fingers through her hair, Koi let his palms cover her ears. Stilling her movements brought her eyes to his, and he could see the unspoken question in them. “No, you didn’t do anything wrong. But you need to remember who is in charge.”
Guiding her in a much slower pace than her nearly frantic stokes she’d worked herself up to, Koi watched his length disappear between her lips. Seeing her saliva shimmer over his skin as he withdrew had him lifting his hips in time with his hands guiding her down on to his cock. He felt the tip pressing against the back of her throat and moaned as white hot flashes of fire shot up the length of his spine. The vibration of her deep groan as she swallowed around him tipped the scales, and he let the release he’d been holding back sweep over him. Hot spurts of seed pulsed down her throat, and Tally took everything he gave her. He watched her shudder and relished knowing the little fox had just come without permission. The realization fueled his quick recovery, and he didn’t waste any time setting his clothing right.
Koi effortlessly lifted Tally from the floor and flipped her over his knees before she had a moment to protest. Pushing two fingers into her soaking heat, he leaned down and nipped her shoulder. �
��You came without permission didn’t you, ma poupée? Your pussy is drenched with your cream, the walls still quivering with aftershocks.”
“Yes. I couldn’t hold it back. Watching you…seeing the pleasure I could give you…mine streamed from yours. It was too much.” Christ, her response was so perfect there was no way he could punish her for stealing an orgasm. Rotating his fingers, Koi pressed the tips against the spongy spot guaranteed to push her right back to the edge.
When a fresh wash of her arousal coated his fingers, he pulled them out and licked them clean. “You taste as sweet as you smell, pet. I’m going to give you the strokes you earned earlier. You do not have permission to come.” He took the riding crop Reed was holding out for him and gave her a stinging slap, letting the leather flap snap against her bare flesh. She yelped, but he suspected it was more in surprise than genuine pain. When the imprint of the flap bloomed crimson, Koi knew he’d used the right amount of force. She was going to feel his marks for several days—and he suspected that was exactly what she wanted.
The next several strokes landed in quick succession, but never in the same place twice. By the time they were down to two, she was squirming on his lap trying to stall the orgasm he knew she’d been so close to. She had to feel his growing erection pressing against her side—the little troublemaker was going to make him come in his pants like an out of control teenager if he didn’t get this wrapped up quickly.
“The last two are going to hurt, ma poupée, but you’ll take them because they belong to you. You’ve earned them, but you’ve also earned the reward at the end. As soon as the second strike lands, you may come.” He didn’t give her time to tense up. The strokes were harsh, but lightning fast. Her body was already rocketing to release before her brain could process the pain. He dropped the crop and plunged his fingers deep into her pulsing channel just as a rush of her cream poured from between her swollen labia. Her scent filled the car, and Koi grinned when he heard Reed groan in the front seat.
