by Cara Adams
“During those two weeks you’ll move into this house and delegate more work as well, okay?” asked Nathanael.
“Yes. That’s fair. I’m getting too old to keep working the hours I do already.”
“I could help you. I have plenty of spare hours in my days.”
Siyandra’s voice from behind him caused Roderick to spin around and stare at her. “You want to help me?”
“Of course. I have a brain as well as a body, you know.”
“Yes, I do know that. You’re a damn smart woman.”
“Correct.” Siyandra walked across to the table and sat down. “Get a notepad and pen, Justin. We’ll divvy up some of Rick’s daily tasks so he can spend more time with us. And then you can tell us all exactly what the problem is at the BDSM club and who the lead contenders are for the unknown partner.”
Roderick just stared at her. She was not only going to help him, she was taking control of the conversation. Wow, what a woman. A truly fit mate for an Alpha. Obediently he walked back to the table and sat down. “Very well, Madam Chair, what’s the first item of business on the agenda?” he asked.
Chapter Five
Nathanael’s dick had been getting harder and harder as they sat and talked. Siyandra had made Cooper list the things that needed urgent attention and promise to off-load regular repetitive tasks onto her. Keisha was already doing a lot of the paperwork such as schedules and letters to suppliers, but there was a step between when Cooper decided what to do and when the letter went out. Cooper made all sorts of notes about the various parties involved in each deal. Notes he needed to keep so he knew what to say to them next time around, but notes he didn’t want on the computer system where other people could access them. So he had to type things into a file then copy and paste the relevant information for Keisha. Some items were as simple as “B has a new kitten named Fluffy.” Others were much more private. “C hates his mother-in-law. D is totally incompetent.” He agreed Siyandra would collect and collate these notes at midday and again after work each night, e-mailing them to him all neatly typed up as soon as she’d done them. Cooper thought it would save him as much as a couple of hours’ work some days.
There were other steps they’d all agreed to take as well, but basically Nathanael felt they’d made as much progress as they could expect to do in one evening. His dick was so full and ready to go again. Just staring at Siyandra’s breasts bouncing while she made notes and waved her arms as she talked was almost enough to make him come. But he needed to wait. It was his turn for her ass and it wouldn’t take much to open her again. He’d be deep in her naughty heat soon.
He caught Justin’s gaze and nodded his head slightly at Siyandra. Justin grinned. Together they pounced on her and hauled her up, laying her flat on her back on the table. Cooper snatched up the notepad and pen, putting them on the kitchen counter, and then returning to splay her legs wide apart and lick along her slit. “I thought we didn’t get dessert until after we’d eaten our vegetables,” he said.
Nathanael laughed. “Ah, but this is orgasm four as we promised Siyandra. It’s time to heat her up.”
“I’m plenty hot already,” she whispered.
He held one thigh and one arm, immobilizing her on his side, while Justin copied him on her other side. Then he bent his head and sucked her nipple into his mouth. He rolled the hard little point around before pressing it against the roof of his mouth. His next move was to lick the soft underside of her breast. It would have been easier if he’d let go of her wrist, but he wanted her to feel under his control. He wanted her to learn how wonderful it would be to give over her life to him so that he would always be the one planning her pleasure.
He nibbled, licked, and sucked her skin until she was wiggling fiercely. “I want to come.”
“Soon.” They lifted her off the table and he bent her forward against it. Roderick handed him a bottle of olive oil which he used to liberally coat his dick and trickle into her ass. He pressed the head of his cock at her back door and rocked into her slowly. As he’d expected, she was still open, her tissues soft and relaxed. It took him only a few minutes of steady rock and retreat, and then his cock slid the rest of the way inside her until his balls were pressed hard against her ass.
He rotated them around, so his back was to the table and her cunt was facing forward. Justin was there, his cock standing up like a flagpole. Nathanael held her tightly as Justin pushed into her cunt, then the three of them turned sideways to the kitchen counter. Roderick sat on it, his legs wide apart his cock level with Siyandra’s mouth.
“However do you men come up with these positions? I’m going to scrub this counter with bleach before we prepare breakfast,” said Siyandra. But he could hear the laughter in her voice. She might indeed scrub the counter, but she’d fuck on it again and again as well.
He and Justin, with Siyandra locked between them, stood sideways to Rick, between his legs, but his cock was really too low. Roderick kneeled on the counter, his ass resting on his heels, and then the height was perfect. Although he might have sore shins tomorrow.
And then Nate stopped thinking and concentrated on fucking. They’d had a lot of sex this night, but it was what he’d planned. They had to claim her, to imprint her everywhere with their cum. She could sleep and recover tomorrow but tonight was for branding her as theirs. They had to take her every possible way, to fill every orifice with their seed, to mark her as theirs and only theirs for all eternity.
Nathanael needed every cell of her body, every nerve, and every fiber, to recognize them as her masters, her lovers, her mates. There was no hope of going slowly this time. This was the culmination of the evening and they all slammed into her, driving her higher and hotter as fast as they could. Instead of holding her hips he clutched the insides of her thighs. Her skin was so soft and sensitive there he needed the extra connection with her.
Justin had a finger on her clit and Cooper was pinching her nipples. Siyandra herself was gripping Justin’s shoulder with one hand and cupping Cooper’s balls with the other. They were all connected to each other. All totally united. All inside Siyandra’s body worshipping her as she ought to be worshipped. The intensity was so high the act of fucking couldn’t last long. Within ten minutes she was screaming her release and that sent the rest of them over the edge.
Nathanael didn’t want to leave her but his cock slid out of her ass, and they all broke apart. He picked her up in his arms and took her to the shower. They washed her gently. Justin played with her breasts and Roderick filled her ass with soothing gel, but they made no genuine attempt to arouse her again. They wrapped her in a towel to dry, then tucked her up in the center of the bed, surrounded by the three of them.
We’re a family. We belong together and I’ll fucking force Cooper to cooperate if he tries to back out.
* * * *
“Mr. Cooper? It’s Sierra Bond.”
“Oh, hi, Ms. Bond. Have you learned anything?”
“I have indeed and I don’t like it. I’ve asked a private investigator to cross-check the facts. I’m sorry for not having a definitive answer for you within the timeframe I gave you, but it’s more important to be accurate than timely in this situation.”
“Fuck, yes. Is it organized crime?” Roderick wasn’t afraid for himself, but he was afraid for his people. The last thing he needed was gangs fighting in his club or worse still, on the farm.
“No. It’s someone with such a pure white reputation I need to be damn sure of my facts before I risk going to court.”
“Thank you, ma’am, for all your work.”
“My pleasure. I’ll talk to you in a week.”
Roderick put the telephone down and stared at his desk. Someone with such a pure white reputation no one would believe it was them. Could it be Rinehart? A couple of his men had suggested that, although he’d been far more willing to believe it was the slimy accountant Sammy. But could Rinehart be involved as well. But he’s rich! Although I guess no one ever believes the
y’re rich enough.
Ms. Bond had been very careful not to give the gender of the suspect. Could it be a female? Maybe one of Rinehart’s ex-wives. They were all said to be very greedy and grasping but he hadn’t considered them smart enough to be criminal masterminds. Although maybe if they were working with Sammy…Ugh! It was all too hard and wasting his time. He needed to talk to Heath and Purvis and learn what they’d found out so far.
“Hey, Okapi. Can you ask Purvis and Heath to come in and give me an update on their progress, please?”
“Sure. Give me five.”
He added another note to the notebook Siyandra now updated twice daily for him. She was amazing at deciphering his scrawl, although he tried to write a bit neater now knowing she’d be typing it into a document for him. But he’d made a file on his computer for his notes and she cross referenced everything by person and date, making it very easy for him to look up any information he needed. Having everything on the computer made finding his notes much easier than looking for it on a notepad. Plus, of course, he just copied and pasted the things Keisha needed instead of typing it all for her. Really it was so much more efficient. He was lucky to have a woman he could trust with the pack’s deepest secrets to do this for him. Likely Okapi could have done it, too, but he felt more comfortable knowing it was Siyandra working on his private papers. Anyway, he overloaded Okapi with too much work already.
He’d also handed over everything about Nala’s herb garden to Keisha. Managing it was now her project entirely, but she could always ask for advice if she needed help. And finally he had set an alarm on his computer for seven each day. That was the time he went home to his family. If there were urgent things needing attention, he did them late at night, after the others were in bed.
Now, if he could just find out who was trying to ruin the BDSM club, he’d be ready to mate Siyandra.
“Cooper?”
“Yes, Okapi?”
“Heath and Purvis’ll be here in ten minutes.”
“Good. Thanks.”
I hope they’ve thought of a name for the club. I’m sick to death of writing The BDSM Club all the time. Cooper’s Nightclub? The Coopersville Club? Huh. I hope they’ve got more imagination than I have.
“Hi, Cooper. You wanted to see us?” Roderick looked up to see Heath and Purvis standing in his doorway. He was surprised that ten minutes had passed. He hadn’t gotten any work done at all. Oh well. He brushed those thoughts aside and concentrated on the BDSM club.
“Yes. Thanks for coming. What have you learned about the BDSM club and have you thought of a decent name for it?”
“Silken Handcuffs,” said Purvis.
He blinked, then nodded slowly. “That would work. Sit down. What have you discovered?” He realized he was repeating himself and folded his hands to prevent himself from running them through his hair.
“Tom Moore’s legacy is intact in many ways. The basic upkeep of the club, all the fittings and maintenance, is up to date. Everything is well looked after. The design and layout of the rooms is really good. Even the facility for clients to watch people in private rooms is fine as long as it’s completely consensual,” said Heath.
“The problem is with the minority partner. He’s put in a big bull of a man, Henk, as his manager, and Henk just overrides and bullies Tom all the time. He’s very manipulative and has done all the hiring. There’s been a lot of new hires as many workers don’t like the changes so they’ve left. Tom’s given them all really good references but we’d be looking at trying to get some of them back,” added Purvis.
“What about the alcohol?” asked Roderick.
“We’d be winding that back. All the waitstaff have been ordered to make sure they don’t let the alcohol run out at any of the tables. Henk encourages visitors to drink because there’s a good profit margin on all liquor. A bottle of liquor might cost fifty dollars but the cost per shot is high so the bar would make twice that. We’ll be putting a free carafe of water on every table and reintroducing the two-drink rule for people wanting to participate in any BDSM scenes.”
Everything Heath said was all good common sense. “What other changes would you make?” he asked.
Roderick pulled his notepad into the center of the desk and made some notes as they spoke. It seemed Purvis and Heath were right on top of the situation. They’d make damn good managers and he was willing to lose a little money from alcohol and sex to retrieve the good name of the club. Of Silken Handcuffs. He liked that name. It was catchy and attractive. Not hardcore, but a clear indication it wasn’t an average club.
“Have you had an opportunity to talk with the blonde woman? The one who was beaten?”
“Hell no. Henk keeps very tight control over a couple of the women there and she’s one of them. They’re only allowed in public when they’re working and he’s never far away. For a while we thought she might be drugged, and maybe she was, but she speaks clearly and remembers patrons’ orders, so we’ve decided she’s just very reserved. Maybe because she’s afraid of being beaten again,” aid Purvis.
“So where does she stay when she’s not on duty?”
Now Heath answered. “In the club. There’s a small apartment where several women live on the top floor of the club.”
“Would another woman be able to talk with her?”
“We don’t know. Maybe the apartment is bugged or something. There’s CCTVs around to monitor client safety. But I suppose another woman could get in and try to talk to her. Or maybe just look around and see if the place is watched.” Purvis looked at Heath but Heath shrugged. Evidently neither of them knew for sure.
“I’ll see what I can do. Meanwhile get costs and a timeline for all your plans. I want everything ready to roll as soon as that place belongs to us.”
“Yes, sir.”
Roderick watched them leave. He knew Siyandra would want to go inside the club, but he couldn’t protect her there and neither could Justin and Nathanael. It was a damn shame it had to be a woman going inside. Getting a woman in would be easy. She’d have the paperwork to say the new owners had hired her. But how would he keep her safe?
* * * *
“What do you mean you’re just going to work here for a few days to see if you like it?”
Siyandra gave the burly tattooed man back stare for stare. She’d lived in some of the not-so-nice areas of town and knew exactly how to stay out of trouble. Besides, she’d spent many hours talking to the other human women at Cooper’s Farm and had heard things that might give an innocent girl nightmares. They’d caused the human women to bond together as they discussed ways and means of avoiding trouble when it came toward them.
“What I said. I’ve worked in hospitality before. I can carry three plates on my arm and a heavy tray of drinks without spilling anything. If I can make decent tips without having bruises on my ass from getting it pinched all the time I’ll stay. Otherwise I’m outta here.”
He stared at her breasts leering at her. “At least you’ve got the tits for the job. Follow me.”
He marched her along the hallway, down several flights of stairs, and knocked on a door in a dark corridor. She looked around, wondering if he was just too frugal to turn the lights on. An older woman opened the door and bobbed her head at the big man.
“This little bitch is new. Get her a uniform then take her to the women’s apartment.” He marched off, his boots stomping on the wooden floorboards.
“What’s his problem? Siyandra asked the older woman.
“Fuck if I know. Someone must have crossed him. He doesn’t like that. Come on in and I’ll get you a uniform.”
Siyandra was pleased to see that at least this room had decent lighting. The woman handed her a costume and she stepped behind a curtain to try it on. There was no back to the shirt and not much front either, and the skirt barely covered her ass. However, in her suitcase were some tight Lycra panties she planned to wear. They’d make it damn tricky for anyone trying to pinch her ass. She was less sure how
to prevent clients from touching her breasts but hoped holding the drinks tray at boob height might help.
Not that she’d admitted her concerns to the men. She’d blithely told them she was adept at avoiding being mauled and that the other human women would give her any extra advice she needed. But she wanted to be here to meet up with the blonde and hear her story and the stories of any other women as well. If Rick was to turn this place into a respectable club once again he needed any information she could learn, and she planned to do her utmost the learn everything she could.
“My name’s Siyandra,” she said as she emerged from the behind the curtain clad in the scanty outfit.
“I’m Belle.” The older woman waved for her to turn around and looked at the costume from every angle.
“Have you worked here long, Belle?”
“Oh yes. Way too long, but I can’t afford to retire. Besides, I enjoy creating the costumes. Well, mostly.”
Siyandra stared at the racks of clothes. Along one wall were elegant floor-length gowns. Other racks were crammed with all sorts of things, often in red or black or bright colors.
“I guess the dancers like bright colors.”
“Bright pink and red are most popular, but I think it’s good to have a range of colors. It makes the customers look up as they realize the dancer has changed clothing or might be a different person. The more acts they watch, the more likely they are to leave a big tip.”
“That makes sense.”
“That’ll be fine for you to wear tonight. Get changed and I’ll take you to the apartment.”
Siyandra disappeared behind the curtain again, but asked, “Do you live here, too? Are there many women living on site?”
