But the pièce de résistance of the club was the large St. Andrew's cross atop a small two foot high stage in the center of the pit. The seven foot tall medieval torture device was covered in black leather, and had wrist and ankle restraints at the ends. And it was where Ian was leading her to now. "We use this for demos and commitment or collaring ceremonies like the one Kristen and Devon had a few months back. Step up on the stage, sweetheart."
His voice dropped to that whiskey-laced tone she was starting to recognize as his Dom voice and her eyes widened. She only hesitated a brief moment before taking the two steps up and saw his gaze trail up and down her body. “I love the knee high leather boots. Those you can keep on. As for the sweater and skirt...undress to your bra and panties, Angel."
"I-I thought we couldn't play?" She was nervous and excited at the same time and the statement came out as a question. Ian's mouth turned up into the evil grin he liked to give her–the one which made her body shudder and her pussy lips quiver with anticipation.
He crossed his arms over his chest and spread his legs shoulder width apart. "Just because we won't be playing or touching, doesn't mean I don't get to see the pretty lingerie you have on. I've been fantasizing about it all day. Now, either undress or say your safe-word."
Angie gulped, but she grabbed the bottom of her sweater and pulled it over her head, tossing it to the floor next to her. Her nipples tightened under the sheer lace of her bra at his heated stare and she felt a gush of her juices flood from her pussy, soaking her little thong. Her eyes latched on to his as she reached behind her, releasing the catch at the top of her skirt and pulling down the zipper, feeling each tooth release from its mate. When the garment fell to her feet in a puddle, she stepped out of it and kicked it over to join her top on the floor of the stage.
"You're beautiful, sweetheart. Absolutely exquisite. Turn around slowly for me, all the way…holy fuck! I should fall to my knees to thank the Lord above for bestowing such beauty on your backside, Angel. I want to bite down on that little pink bow and rip those off you with my teeth.” His words made her heart beat faster. She wasn’t used to a man being so vocal about her body. When she completed the rotation, he pointed the cross behind her. "Step back against the cross. Lift your arms up and grab hold of the wrist restraints then stay like that."
She'd just taken hold of the second Velcro cuff when they both heard the upstairs double doors open and the sounds of men's voices. Angie was about to bring her hands down to either cover herself or dive for her clothes when he stopped her. "Uh-uh, Angel. Unless you want to use your safe-word, stay the way you were. I've decided to push your limits a little more today. The team and I need to have a meeting, and afterward, I'll show you the rest of the compound. Of course, I'll let you get dressed again before we go outside." Turning his head he raised his voice so the others could hear him. "Stay upstairs for a count of thirty."
The voices went quiet and he looked at her again. "You have twenty of those seconds to use your safe-word. If you do, then you can get dressed and have a seat on the couch over there for a few minutes until we're done. I won't be mad or disappointed at all. If you don't use your safe-word, then my men and I will have our meeting while you give us something beautiful to look at. No one will touch you or say anything which will make you uncomfortable. They'll just admire your lovely body like I'm doing."
As Ian checked his watch, Angie's mind raced. She'd never been undressed in front of more than one man before. While the thought of it made her nervous, it aroused her even more. She swallowed and made her decision known. "I'll stay where I am, Sir."
He smiled and her heart squeezed knowing she pleased him.
"Damn, she makes a pretty ornament. We should have all our meetings this way."
Angie gasped and her cheeks burned red but she stayed where she was and didn't utter a word. She hadn't realized how fast thirty seconds would be. The five other members of his team, including her next door neighbor, had come down the stairs and approached the two of them. She wasn't sure who made the comment since they were all staring at her–not lewdly but appreciatively–and it made her feel beautiful, sexy and downright naughty. Here she was in her underwear, looking like a dancer in a strip joint, and she wasn't embarrassed. Crap! She was an exhibitionist. How come she never knew that?
She saw Jake break away first, smiling and shaking his head before taking a seat in a wing-back chair. The rest all smiled or winked at her before also sitting down until Ian was the only one still standing in front of her. "You please me, Angel, very much." She glowed under his praise. "I'd like you to keep your arms up for now, but when it gets uncomfortable, just let me know. Understand?"
When she nodded, he shook his head with a frown. Oh yeah! "Yes, Sir. I understand."
"Good girl. This will take about fifteen or twenty minutes, but I suspect you'll tire way before we're done. Don't worry about interrupting since you're already a delicious distraction."
He turned and took the last seat facing her. From how they were all situated, they could look up and see her easily, except for Jake whose back was to her. She thought it odd he wasn't looking at her like the others were, but it didn't bother her. In fact, she was getting wetter by the second and she clenched her thighs together. Devon had started whatever meeting they were having but her eyes remained on Ian's face. When he saw her squirm, he pointed at her feet and indicated with his hands that he wanted her to spread her legs wide. Shit, the thong gave her limited coverage in her crotch and they'd all be able to see most of her glistening pussy. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath before spreading her legs and looking at Ian again to see his approving nod. She then stood there, in her underwear, while the men had their meeting, all but ignoring her except for the occasional glance, grin or wink.
Devon opened a file in his hand. "We've narrowed the new team of six down to fourteen candidates. Eleven men and three women, all highly recommended by their superiors, or in some cases, their subordinates or protected assets. Four are with the FBI with military background. Seven are recently retired or about to be retired from various Special Forces, one of whom was a P.O.W. for a week in Afghanistan. Two are from SWAT teams–one in L.A. and the other from Chicago. The last one is from the Secret Service and has experience with high level targets. He was the one who personally, and single-handedly I might add, prevented the kidnapping of the House Speaker's young daughter on a family vacation to Jamaica last year. I'm sure everyone remembers the incident." Three low-level and over-zealous members of Al Qaeda tried to take the twelve-year old girl from the hotel her family was staying at. Two other Secret Service agents were shot to death, and if it wasn't for Cain Foster, the child might have been beheaded at some point for a videotaped jihad.
Ian took over, his gaze flicking to her every few moments to make sure she was okay. "We'd like to try and get at least one of the three women on the team if we can, but not at the expense of passing over a better qualified asset. Having a woman on-call for an op, if one is needed, keeps us from having to track one down through our contractors. We are considering hiring one of the women for reasons other than the Omega team, which is what the second team will be called."
Boomer snorted. "As long as they know they're not the Alpha team, which is what I just decided our team is going to be called." The group of men chuckled at the pun since they were all alpha-male Doms at the club and, prior to adding a new team, they'd never needed a team name for themselves.
"What's the extra position?" Jake asked.
Devon grinned like a guy with a new toy. "Chopper pilot."
"Holy shit, we're getting a helicopter?" It was Boomer's turn to sound like a kid in a toy store...or a Dom in a sex toy store, because he looked like he was ready to blow a load and it wasn't because there was a woman in sexy lingerie standing less than ten feet away from him.
Ian nodded. "Yup, I've got a line on one and I'm hoping we can work out a deal by the end of the month. As you know, we purchased the ten acres nort
h of the compound last month and that's where the helipad will be built. Polo, I know you have plenty of flight time, and we'll use you as back-up, but I don't want an empty spot on the team if you have to stay behind with the bird on an op."
Marco nodded his head. "Fine with me. I'll take it up and do some training with the new pilot in case I need to take over in an emergency."
“Good idea.” Ian paused when he glanced over at Angie. "Excuse me a second," he said to his team as he stood and approached the stage. "Are your arms tired, Angel?"
Her arms were a little uncomfortable but she was doing her best to keep them up. She shook her head, not wanting to disappoint him. "No, Sir, not really."
His eyes narrowed, his expression stern. "You're squirming and I can tell by looking at your face you're not comfortable. Now, would you like to try answering the question again, this time honestly, and not with what you think I want to hear?"
Damn, she should have told him the truth the first time he asked. "Um, sorry Sir, but yes my arms are tired."
"The apology better be for not telling me the truth and not because you're sorry your arms got tired in that position. You lasted longer than I expected. You may bring your arms down." He walked a few feet away and returned with a wooden straight back chair, spun it around and placed it on the stage so if she sat on it properly she'd be facing the cross behind her. "Straddle the chair, Angel, and rest your hands on your thighs."
Angie didn't know what shocked her more, the position he wanted her in so they'd all have a view of her crotch through the narrow slats of the chair, or the fact she obeyed him without hesitation. After she'd done as instructed, he told her to spread her knees wider. When he was satisfied, he went back to his own chair and continued with his meeting while she sat there, her juices dripping from her slit. She didn't want to look down but she was certain she was making a puddle on the seat under her pussy. Her walls clenched with need for a cock to fill her. And not just any cock, her sex wanted only one...Ian's. She was so high on lust, she was tempted to interrupt their meeting and beg him to fuck her right there in front of everyone and, of course, that thought inflamed her desire even further.
Less than ten minutes later, Ian got to his feet and addressed his men. "Read the candidates files and give Devon or I any recommendations or concerns. We'll be starting the interviews next week and I want you each to meet as many of them as your caseloads allow. If there's no questions...get lost and enjoy the rest of your Sunday. I'm taking the rest of the afternoon off to spend time with my beautiful sub."
Grins and winks were sent her way again as the men all said goodbye to her and then she was alone with Ian. Sexually frustrated beyond anything she'd ever known, she groaned when he picked up her clothes, shook them out and handed them to her. She'd forgotten they couldn't have sex or anything close to it while they were in the club. As she scrambled to get dressed, she hoped his house was nearby. If it wasn't she was going to force him to do what he said earlier, and have him fuck her over the hood of her car while Murray, and anybody else who was around, watched.
Chapter 8
"Where are we going?"
Ian was leading her on foot across the parking lot and through the pedestrian gate in the fence to the larger section of the compound. As they walked past the building housing the Trident offices, Beau came running out from behind it and heeled at Ian's side without being told. "My place. We converted the last building into large apartments. Mine's on the first floor, and Devon and Kristen live on the second."
They continued across the paved lot with their canine escort. Harder than granite, Ian not-so-discreetly adjusted himself for the third time since they climbed back up the grand staircase and Angie smirked knowingly when she caught him in the act. He was just as aroused as she was, if not more so, and he couldn't wait for them to be alone. When they reached the outside door, he placed his palm on a scanner like the one outside the club. Opening the door for her, he let her enter before him. There was an interior door to his apartment and next to it was a smaller dog door for Beau. Although the dog came in the same outside door they did, he didn't wait for Ian to open the second door, opting to use his own entrance. He disappeared inside as Ian stepped forward to scan his palm once again. To their left was a staircase which led to the second apartment.
When the door in front of them opened, he yanked her inside impatiently. The door slammed shut at the same time he shoved her against the wall next to it and crushed his mouth to hers. There was nothing gentle about the kiss and he was grateful she didn’t object. In fact she was just as rough in return. Taking control, one of his hands plunged into her hair and he made a fist. He pulled the strands only enough to sting and loved how it made her react even more frantic against him. He maneuvered her head to where he wanted it so he had better access to her mouth, which he was devouring. Her hands wrapped around his neck and held him just as possessively. From their chests to their groins they were fused to each other. Her nipples were hard but not as hard as the erection he was grinding against her mound. They fit together like the pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. His other hand dragged down her side to her hip and under her skirt to her ass. He squeezed and she moaned into his mouth. Bending her knee, she brought it up to his hip, wrapping her leg around his thigh, desperately trying to get closer to him even though it was physically impossible to do so.
The door next to them popped opened and Ian ripped his lips from hers at the same time they heard a female shriek. "Oh my God, Uncle Ian! I'm so sorry. Oh, crap. Never mind, I'll go upstairs to Uncle Devon's."
"No." The word came out hoarsely and Ian cleared his throat. "No don't, Baby-girl. They went out to meet Will and some friends for lunch. Just go into the kitchen and give us a minute, okay."
They were still joined at the hip and, although he knew how it looked, there was no way Ian was pulling away from her in front of his niece with the throbbing erection he had. His forehead was resting on Angie's as they both tried to slow down their breathing.
"It's all right, I'll go someplace else." He glanced over at the pretty young blonde as she was about to close the door again. He took one look at her swollen eyes and tear-stained face and grabbed her arm. "Baby-girl? What's wrong?"
The moment he said it, he knew what she was going to say. Tomorrow night was the anniversary of her parents' murders. Damn it. He should have made sure she was okay today but she'd been fine last night when he talked to her and he'd figured she wouldn't feel the full impact until tomorrow. He'd been wrong.
"I'm so sorry, but I-I was thinking too much and didn't want to be alone today. My roommate's gone until tomorrow and I didn't want to explain what was wrong to anyone else. But I'll go find Brody or Jake."
Although he was still leaning against Angie, he pulled Jenn into the room and turned her toward the kitchen. "Go in the kitchen. Pull out the fixings for sandwiches and we'll be there in a minute. We haven't had lunch, yet." She looked like she was going to argue but he wouldn't let her and the concern in his voice was evident. "That's an order, Jenn."
After she did as she was told with Beau on her heels, he shut the door and turned his head back toward Angie who'd stood there in silence as he dealt with his niece. He cupped her jaw in his hands and kissed her softly on the lips. Keeping his voice low, he told her, "I'm so sorry, Angel. I wasn't expecting this to happen but tomorrow is a bad day for her. She's my goddaughter."
"It's fine, Ian. Don't apologize. Tomorrow's the anniversary of her parents' deaths, isn't it?" She was whispering and when his brow furrowed in confusion, she added, "Brody told me what happened and why she lived with you now."
He nodded and finally stepped away from her body. Glancing over his shoulder to make sure the coast was clear, he adjusted himself, groaning as he did. "When she's not at her dorm at U. of T., she's here." He watched as she straightened her clothes. "I'd like for you to stay and meet her but I'll understand if you don't want to at the moment."
"I'd like to meet her but wouldn't s
he feel better if I left?"
He ran his hands down her arms to her hands and held them, loving how her delicate fingers looked entwined with his larger, rougher ones. Her skin was so soft, he didn’t want to stop touching it. "No, I think she could use the distraction. Besides if you leave, she's going to ask me twenty million questions and feel guilty, believing you left because of her. Typical teenage thinking, I know, and when she puts her mind to it, she's better than most military interrogators. She'll go a lot easier on you than me since she doesn't know you yet."
She laughed and looked downward at his bulging crotch. "Fine. I'll tell you what–you go get your wee-wee under control and I'll go introduce myself to your niece."
His raised eyebrow made her laugh harder. He reached around and pinched her ass and she swallowed her surprised yelp. "Brat. And stop laughing because you'll be formally introduced to my 'wee-wee' later and I promise you that's the last time you'll call it that."
Pushing off the wall, she let her hand brush against his groin as she sashayed toward the kitchen. Sexually frustrated beyond anything he’d ever known, he dramatically thumped his head against the wall and heard her laugh at him. Grinning, he watched her walk into his kitchen and greet his goddaughter. "Hi, I'm Angie."
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