Damaged Goods

by Lainey Reese

  He shook his head, clearly baffled. “Fine. I want your schedule for the next two weeks. Here and for the rec center. Come hell or high water, I will be here every night you close.”

  She tried very hard not to gloat as she took out her schedule and copied it down for him and she even waited until he left before she did her happy dance.

  “You gotta be fuckin’ kidding me.” Gage held a pool cue in one hand and beer in the other while he looked at Brice like he’d lost his mind. They were in the game room of Cade and Trevor’s townhouse. The larger man hefted the cue like he was considering it as a weapon and Brice fleetingly hoped that his cousin had good homeowner’s insurance.

  Brice couldn’t blame him—he felt like he must have lost his mind. Nothing else explained why he’d left Terryn in that damn coffee shop.

  “You let her work there? Where the girls are gettin’ killed?” Gage pointed his cue at him. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

  Before Brice could offer an explanation, Trevor made his shot and said, “I’m wondering the same thing, man. When Terryn came into my office and asked me to cut back on her shifts, I thought it was because she wanted more time with you or that maybe she was still having trouble dealing with the loss of Katie. I did not know she was planning this. I don’t think I would’ve agreed if I’d known.”

  Cade lined up his shot next and added, “Brice, I hate to gang up on you, but how in the hell did you let this happen?” The sharp crack of pool balls punctuated the question and Brice looked at three of the strongest Doms and best men he knew.

  “She just might be it for me, guys. I think she’s the one.” If he thought his declaration was going to make them stop staring at him like he was crazy, he was mistaken. Now they looked even more convinced that he’d lost it.

  “Which would make her working there even more inexplicable,” Cade said.

  With a groan, Brice lined up his shot and took it, not at all surprised to see it miss. He tossed down his cue on the table with a curse. “She’s new to BDSM—you all know how new. I looked at her as we argued about this and I saw how desperately she wanted to please me. She is a sub down to her toes and she looked up at me all but quivering with the need to give me whatever I asked for.” The men were no longer looking like they wanted to beat the crap out of him, so Brice took encouragement from that and went on.

  “She also looked up at me and confessed that that was what she wanted. To please me in and out of the bedroom. Then she went and asked me to help her not lose who she was in the process of becoming my sub.” He raised both hands in the air and then let them flop in frustration. “How in the hell could I say no after that? She said she trusted me to help her figure out how to be a sub without becoming a doormat.” He snagged Gage’s beer and downed half of it before asking them all, “What would you have done? When she put it that way, what else could I do but back off.”

  Trevor was the first to relent. One eyebrow quirked and he let out a soft curse as he racked up the balls to start another game. “Well, I’m glad I’m not you, man. That’s all I can say.” Brice picked up his stick and agreed with a grunt.

  “Brice, my friend,” Gage said as he took another beer from the mini fridge, “I hear what you’re sayin’ but she’s still in danger. If I were you, I’d never let her work there. I’d chain her up in my room and keep her mind scrambled with a couple dozen orgasms a day until she forgot all about working there.” He took a deep draw off his beer and grinned crookedly at them. “’Course, that’s just me.”

  “Throw me another and come break,” Brice said with a chuckle. “Jackass, you just wait till you meet yours. She’ll tie you up in knots too. Just watch.”

  Gage handed him his beer and broke the balls with a satisfying crash and said, “No, sir, not me. For me it’s gonna be a sweet li’l southern thang whose only goal in life will be to serve me.”

  Cade lined up his shot next and laughed outright. “Yeah, Gage, good luck with that.”

  Chapter Sixteen

  The last customer of the evening left and Terryn locked the front door with a grateful sigh. As first days went, this one had been a doozy.

  “Sweetie, why don’t you head on out? Bill is here and I’ll make him help me do the cleanup.” Jenny’s words were music to her ears.

  Terryn thought that sounded like heaven, but she asked, “Are you sure? I don’t want to run out on you if there is still a ton to do.”

  Jenny laughed and said, “Believe me, the cleanup stuff is easy and I got Bill here, so no worries. Go. The detective has been glowering in that booth for half an hour. You should put him out of his misery.”

  Terryn smiled, completely without remorse. Jenny didn’t know it, but that glower was because he had plans for them tonight and every second longer it took just intensified the anticipation.

  As soon as Terryn got in the waiting Town Car with Brice, he laid her back and clamped her hands over the arm rest. “Keep them there, sub, and don’t speak a word until you are given permission.”

  Terryn nodded, her eyes wide at this stronger side of him. He looked dangerous and a little mean in the dim light. She had the thought that maybe this was his way of reclaiming his dominance since she’d gotten her way earlier. Whatever the cause, her body liked what he was doing and was already responding.

  Brice set back in the seat and said, “Spread your legs.” She did. “Wider.” He picked up one and draped it over his lap while she moved the other out as far as she could and still be comfortable. “Now don’t move.”

  She was wearing loose cotton slacks, so when Brice’s hand slid up her thigh and settled on the soft folds of her sex she could feel the feather-light brushes of his fingertips without any difficulty. She bit lightly at her lip and looked at the privacy glass separating them from the driver. She’d never seen a Town Car with this feature before—it was just another glimpse of the luxury he had at his fingertips.

  Terryn wondered if the driver could make out anything going on back here. She thought of what he’d see if he could. She was stretched out along three quarters of the seat with her arms over her head, her legs sprawled and Brice’s hand playing between them as casual as you please. For a moment she wondered what it said about her that the thought of this unknown driver seeing this only added to the excitement.

  Then Brice gave her another command and she stopped thinking about anything but what they were doing. “Pull your blouse up and unclasp your bra.”

  Her fingers trembled when she did it. His dark gaze zeroed in on her exposed breasts while his fingers kept up that maddening caress. It was too light now, too soft. She lifted her hips to show him she was ready for more pressure.

  His reprimand was quick and sharp. Before she could guess his intent, he lifted his hand and brought it down with a snap that jolted from her core where he’d smacked her all the way to her fingertips and she stared at him in shock.

  “Try a move like that again, Red, and you’ll get more of the same.” He didn’t seem to be waiting for her consent, but she nodded her head anyway. Vigorously.

  His fingers went back to teasing and he shifted a little, then leaned down and used his tongue, light and teasing, on her nipples. Terryn bit back a moan and watched helplessly while he lapped and sipped at her breasts. That dense, dark hair was too close-cut to fall forward on his forehead and she was thankful. Brice’s breathtaking face was completely bare to her and she was as mesmerized by it as she was by what he was doing. Since his eyes were closed, she realized she’d never noticed how long and full those dark lashes were. He had a nose that was faultless in its symmetry and his cheeks had gone beyond five-o’clock shadow to outright stubble. His full lips were parted right now as that magic tongue flicked light as a dewdrop on her nipple. For this frozen moment in time, Terryn felt perfect.

  “Absolutely perfect.”

  She didn’t realize she’d said that aloud until Brice bit her. It wasn’t a nip and it wasn’t a tug. It was a bite and she yelped in surprise.
The sadist chuckled and sucked the abused tip into his mouth to sooth the sting, then slanted a look up at her with an arched brow. Terryn bit her lips again, this time to keep from laughing and calling him a name that would only get her more punishment. She only hoped there wasn’t too much traffic because if he was going to be dishing out torture like this all the way home she wasn’t going to be able to keep quiet for long.

  By the time the car pulled up to the building, Terryn was a mess. She was at such a point of arousal that she was sure she’d let Brice take her on the sidewalk if that’s what he wanted. He sat her up to fix her bra and blouse himself.

  “We aren’t at your apartment, Terryn—we’re at my cousin’s place. Gage had to fly back to Texas, so the five of us are going to finish what we’d started the other night.”

  He didn’t wait for her nod, but instead just opened the door and helped her out of the car. She barely noticed her surroundings as he led her through the club and into the playrooms. Everything around her was a swirl of pulsing colors and jagged need. When they stepped into the room where the others waited, Terryn stumbled to a stop and stared in fascination.

  “Welcome to the wet room.” Terryn gulped and Brice leaned close to whisper in her ear, “Strip.”

  The room was a giant shower. It looked sort of like the showers from high school but with extremely nice tile. It also had hoses and detachable showerheads everywhere. There were several restraint devices scattered about the room and a clear plastic tote against the wall. She could see it held a collection of toys that she didn’t want to study too closely—she was better off not knowing what was coming. All of that, however, took a backseat to what was happening in the center of the room.

  Riley was already naked, her slender arms stretched above her head and connected to a hook in the ceiling. Terryn had always been a little jealous of her curvy figure and now seeing her completely naked she knew she was right to be. The woman had a body that was full and lush and breasts that made Terryn sigh in envy. Riley was petite and, with her mixed heritage, she also had a perma-tan. Terryn knew she’d look like a skinny ghost next to her and suddenly she wasn’t so eager to follow orders.

  Brice stepped in front of her just then and when she raised her gaze to him his stern expression faded to gentleness. “Aw, Red.” He lay a tender kiss on her lips. “You can’t be thinking you have something to be shy about, can you?”

  He tugged her slacks down her legs, not realizing or not heeding the fact that she was clutching to keep them on. “Riley is stunning, isn’t she?” He looked over his shoulder to admire her as Trevor sprayed water on her back. Cade had another showerhead he’d set to strong pulses that he ran rhythmically over her breasts. “She’s dark and curvy and beautiful.” When he looked back at her, his smile was disarming. “Her beauty, Red, takes nothing from yours. You’re tall and willowy where she’s petite and rounded, and porcelain perfection where she’s bronzed. And, you have noticed my preference for redheads, haven’t you?”

  Terryn smiled as she realized she was being stupid. Once out of high school, she’d never been one to suffer much from insecurities. So she let it go and looked back at where Riley was restrained. Anyone would’ve had second thoughts being compared to such a gorgeous woman, but she was over it now.

  Naked, she stepped up to where Riley was getting thoroughly drenched by her two gorgeous men. Cade and Trevor were both shirtless and shoeless with Cade in black dress slacks and Trevor in low-slung blue jeans. They were in excellent, drool-worthy shape and Terryn felt a pang of envy for a whole different reason now.

  Then she got to her spot and turned to face Brice. Every other thought faded. He stood in front of her, stripped of his shirt and shoes too. Her eyes followed the sleek musculature of his chest and abs. His black jeans hugged low so she could see the cut of muscle where hip met abdomen. The sight dried up her mouth and made her long to trace those ridges with her tongue.

  “We’re going to have a contest, Red,” Brice told her just as Trevor stepped behind her and ran the warm water over her back. “Cade and Trevor are going to try and bring Riley to orgasm before I can bring you.” He secured her hands above her head as he spoke. “Over and over again.”

  Terryn snuck a look at Riley and wondered how there could be a loser here. As Brice continued to talk, he reached into his pocket and pulled out two small rubber clamps that had slender chains attached to them. Oh, that’s how.

  “You will both be wearing nipple clamps that we will have rigged up with these water pails that Cade’s setting up.” With trepidation, she looked over at Cade, who had started threading thin rope from the plastic buckets through some sort of pulley thing in the ceiling. “Every time she beats you to a climax, you get water in your pail. The first one with a full pail loses.”

  Terryn gulped and looked toward Riley again. She thought if Riley’s eyes got any wider they’d pop right out. It made her feel a little better that she wasn’t the only one freaked out by this.

  “Listen to me, sub. You don’t want to let her beat you to even one, because as more water goes in, the harder it will be to reach the next orgasm.” His voice was all rough and gravelly and she could see just how much he was looking forward to this in his face as well as the impressive bulge in those bad-boy black jeans.

  He smiled like a pirate when she looked up from his crotch to meet his eyes and suddenly she was game. Terryn wanted to win. For him. She wanted him to win. She’d never played a sex game before and she was eager to embrace this first one with everything she had.

  “Bring it.” She gave him what she hoped was a cocky chin tilt and braced herself for a wet, wild night.

  She absolutely blew his mind. There she stood, like an amazon. Proud and sure with her lovely body wet and flushed, her hair positively molten now that it was wet and her eyes all but glittering with the challenge.

  He heard Cade chuckle at her bravado and looked over to see both him and Trevor admiring her. “You guys are going down.”

  “In your dreams,” Trevor shot back. “We’ve spent the last two years learning every trick to bringing this sweet little one to peak. You, dude, are the one who’s going down.” Trevor said this as he was rubbing and squeezing Riley’s shoulders like she was a prizefighter he was prepping for a fight.

  “That may be true,” Brice shot back. “But you forget. I’ve watched you all together and I happen to know that you have conditioned her to hold out and hold back. Whereas my sub is new to all of this and she gives up her climaxes like ripe fruit from a tree.” Trevor looked taken aback at that and whipped a look to Riley’s face in accusation.

  Cade stroked the back of his hand down Riley’s cheek and said, “Oh, I wouldn’t be too confident of that, Brice. Ry here seems meek enough, but my girl has a competitive streak. Don’t you, sweetheart?” The smile she sent him was pure mischief and Cade leaned down kiss those smiling lips before stepping back.

  “Ladies,” Cade said in a loud voice, “once the clamps go on, the game is on. You cannot speak unless to answer a direct question. We will use hands, mouths and toys to get the results we are after, but no cocks. That is allowed only after one of your pails is full and Riley has won.”

  Brice punched him good-naturedly in the arm and Terryn chuckled with a, “We’ll see about that” whispered under her breath.

  Hmm, seems like Riley isn’t the only one with a competitive streak, Brice thought.

  “To keep things fair, Trev and I will take turns with Riley,” Cade continued. “Only one of us is allowed to touch her at a time.”

  Brice checked the rigging on Terryn’s pail while Cade checked Riley’s. The bungee-like cord was secured permanently to the center of the pail’s handle. He made sure it was threaded properly through the pulley and then looked back at his sub. “Ladies, what are your safe words?”

  “Spinach,” Riley said, without taking her eyes off Cade and Trevor.

  “Pickles.” Brice smiled when Terryn blushed in response to the other Doms�
� laughter.

  “Good. Use them if you have to.” Then he closed the distance between him and Terryn and brushed one puckered nipple with the rubber-tipped clamp. “Ever worn clamps before, sub?”

  “No, Sir.” Her voice and expression showed a nice mix of fear and anticipation. Perfect.

  “It’s supposed to be tight. Pressure but not pinching. If it’s pinching, let me know so I can adjust it.” Brice waited until she nodded her assent, then squeezed the clamp and gently closed it over the rosy tip. Her gasp was breathy surprise and the sound pulsed in his gut.

  “Okay?” he asked, even though he could read the answer in her face. She nodded and he clamped her other breast. He took a second to admire her this first time in clamps, then ran his hands gently down the dangling chains. He connected them to each other and then connected those to the cord of her pail. When he gave an experimental tug, Terryn let out a moan that she couldn’t hold back.

  “Oh, cousin,” he said as he gave another tug and got another moan. “I do believe she likes these clamps.”

  Trevor whispered a choice cuss word at that and Brice added, “You realize this means that the more water that goes into her pail, the faster she’s going to be coming.”

  “Don’t count your orgasms yet, cuz,” Cade said. “Riley, are you ready?” She bit her lip and nodded. “Terryn?” A nod from her and the game was on.

  Brice wasted no time. He stepped behind Terryn and ran his open mouth along the curve of her shoulder and neck. Just as he sucked on the ultra-sensitive spot, he dipped his two longest fingers into her wet heat. Her whole body jolted and that disrupted the clamps on her breasts, bringing forth another moan and causing a mini spasm in her pussy. He nibbled and licked his way up to her ear as he kept a fast and deep rhythm with his hand.

  “C’mon, Red, you are so close already. Mmmm, I can feel how close you are.” He flexed those fingers to tap at her g-spot and added pressure to her clit with the heel of his hand. She let out a small cry, arched on to her toes and he could feel the climax gathering in her when he was blasted in the face with a spray of water. “Hey!”