The girls watched him go before turning to Lexie, their mouths gaping in shock.
“Wow, honey. He’s even more overprotective than Dex.”
“And I thought Rick had cornered the market on domineering.”
Lexie flushed. He had been managing every aspect of her care even before she’d left the hospital. She remembered when he had talked to the doctor about changing her schedule for medication from a midnight dose to an earlier time so she could sleep. Unsurprisingly, the doctor had done as he’d asked without question.
“Oh honey, we’re teasing,” Elena said in response to the chagrined look on Lexie’s face.
“Yeah, Lex, we both have Doms that went off the deep end after we had our brush up with the cartel. Look outside and you’ll see Rossi men watching. Both Elena and I have men on us.”
“And security systems, alarms and GPS on our phones, cars, and purses.”
“Really? I was wondering if it was just me,” Lexie sighed with relief.
“They have access to all kinds of high-tech gadgets and use their resources to the fullest. Just don’t do what I did.” Regan squirmed a little in her seat, then told her about how Rick had blistered her bottom after finding she had given her security the slip.
“Megan got the same from Cap, honey,” Elena disclosed. “So I’d learn from their mistakes, even when you get back on your feet.”
“Have either of you seen Mara?”
“No,” Elena said coolly, a derisive look on her face. “And we have no plan to.”
“Why?”
Elena looked at Regan, who gave her a slight shake of her head.
“Stop acting like Jonas. I’m not going to break or fall apart. What aren’t you telling me?”
“Mara was working with Shelby and spying on us all at The Club,” Elena disclosed, hurt as much as outrage clear in her voice and body language.
Lexie was shocked. “I don’t believe it!”
“Believe it, Lexie. They have pictures of her and Shelby, working over one of the members who is now being blackmailed. Obviously, it was a set-up, and he was their mark.”
Regan seemed convinced of Mara’s guilt, but Lexie wasn’t so sure. Mara had taken bullets for her. She couldn’t believe those were the actions of a spy and a blackmailer. Or, of someone who’d spied on and betrayed her friends and her husband.
“Dex is livid about the breach of confidentiality and concerned about her association with Shelby. If he finds a connection between the email threats and what happened with Luis and the kidnappers—” Elena’s voice broke. She didn’t need to finish. Dex would go ballistic. Former friend and ex-wife of his partner or not, he’d go after Mara. Lexie looked at her friend in sympathy. She could tell that it was still difficult for Elena to discuss. Although the external wounds of the kidnapping and whipping had healed, the emotional ones were still wide open.
“Okay, but I don’t understand something. Jonas is worried the Mendoza’s will still come after me. I get that, but why do you two need security? With Shelby and Anderson dead, isn’t the case closed?”
Regan and Elena exchanged another brief look before Regan abruptly tried to change the subject. “So have you and Jonas talked about making things permanent, either a collar or getting married?”
“Oh no! I saw that look. Dammit! What aren’t you telling me?” Lexie watched as her friends clammed up. “Some nurses you are. I’m supposed to be resting and you’re making me upset. If I’m stressed it could put a strain on my heart right before my cardiology appointment tomorrow. If I don’t get a good report, Jonas won’t have sex with me and I will be the one who loses it. I swear to god! And that my friends will be on you.” This had started out as a bluff, but as she got into it, her rising anxiety pitched higher along with her voice. She was near to yelling as she continued. “Tell me what you know right this minute. I can’t go without sex for another six weeks and become the first documented case of female blue balls on record. Spill!”
Once again, they were mystified, staring at her as if she had two heads. Regan recovered first, looking to Elena for support. “We can’t be responsible for Lexie’s balls turning blue, Elena. Can you imagine? She could go blind or something.”
“You don’t go blind from blue balls, silly. That’s what they say about masturbating too much,” Elena stated. “Or maybe it’s that they’ll fall off? Either way, neither applies to women. We just get desperate and start acting nutso.” She stared at Regan, one delicate brow arched as she tilted her head toward a freaked out Lexie. “Case in point.”
Regan chuckled. “You won’t get sympathy from Elena, hon. She went two years without sex while she and Dex were separated.”
This surprised Lexie, although compared to her own long dry spell, she still held the record. She didn’t want to get into her past, so she stayed silent.
Regan shook her head. “Two years! Holy freakin’ stars, how did you stand it?”
“Xanax, alcohol and my little battery-operated friend called the silver bullet—I don’t recommend the first two.”
“And if Jonas finds you with the last one and him still with blue balls, you’re in for it.” Regan warned her earnestly, sounding like the voice of experience.”
Elena brought their conversation back into focus. “I’m surprised Jonas hasn’t told you about the new threats.”
“What new threats?” Lexie asked.
“Crap Elena, you’ve done it now. I want to go on record that I wasn’t the one who spilled the beans, particularly when Jonas blows his top.”
“She has a right to know, Reg.”
“I agree, honey, but that doesn’t mean C4 won’t explode if he didn’t want her to know.”
“Just tell me, already!” Lexie all but screamed in frustration.
“Tell her, Regan.”
Regan looked extremely uncomfortable as she weighed her options. “Fine, but if I get another flogging out of this, I’m going to hold you two responsible.” With a heavy sigh, she spilled. “Rick says there have been new threats and these are more specific. One was against Elena, referring to her as ‘the songbird,’ which has Dex out of his mind. With the two prime suspects dead, they don’t have a clue where they’re coming from except that it’s someone with access to The Club, some kind of mole.”
“That’s awful. Why are they doing this? What do they want?”
“The Club shut down, permanently.”
Elena expressed her confusion aloud. “What I don’t get, is why the blackmail? Dex says he didn’t even ask for money, just that the doors close forever. Why not go to the press? The outcome would be the same.”
They sat quietly for a few minutes puzzling over that. She had a point.
“There has to be more to it than meets the eye,” Lexie insisted.
“I think so, too,” Elena agreed, “but the possibilities are endless: a disgruntled member, religious fanatics, women’s rights advocates, domestic violence groups, you name it. Dex says they’ve received emails and letters from all of them.”
“Fortunately, the location is still secret or there’d be protestors or picketers at the door as we speak. Rick says if it gets out, they’re finished, but that sounds like the blackmailer’s plan anyway. No one would enter a sex and bondage club with a horde of paparazzi snapping their picture.”
It made Lexie angry. “What business is it of anyone’s what we do at The Club? We’re adults and it’s all consensual. The nerve of some people!”
“Some people just have to have a cause to rally around. I guess rescuing us poor abused submissives is the cause right now,” Regan reflected sarcastically.
“Yeah, if they had seen how Jonas acted this morning, being all caring, protective and loving, they would be appalled at the abuse,” Elena quipped, tongue in cheek.
That cracked them up. They laughed and chatted for over an hour, moving on to safer topics while they sipped their coffee and gobbled up every crumb of Megan’s to-die-for pastries until the bell rang, signal
ing the arrival of Lexie’s therapist
Chapter Nineteen
“Strip. I can’t wait a second more.”
Jonas’ words rasped with emotion as he literally tore off his clothes. A button pinged across the hardwood floor as it popped off. In record time, he was stalking toward her, stark naked and mouthwateringly erect. Still working on her blouse, he ordered “arms up,” and in one whoosh it was over her head and sailing through the air. Moving too slowly for his liking, his hands efficiently stripped her. Next, he tackled her jeans, sliding them down her long legs along with her panties. Thwarted by the boots she still wore, he swore in frustration. He quickly scooped her up, carried her to the bed and placing her on her back, pulled off her boots, jeans and panties and cast them aside like her blouse.
Impatiently, he moved onto the bed with her. Despite his rampant need, he was still careful, moving quickly to her side as he captured her mouth.
“Please be wet,” he growled as his fingers dove between her legs to assess her readiness. Finding her slick, he growled with approval and moved into position between her spread thighs. Rubbing the slick head of his engorged cock through her folds, he gathered moisture to ease the first penetration in six long weeks.
“Sorry, baby, no foreplay this time. We’ll have afterplay instead, I promise.”
“I don’t care. I’m ready for you to be inside me, Jonas. Please, don’t wait any longer.”
His growl of pleasure matched her sigh of relief as he sank deep inside her heat. No more than two strokes later, he felt her convulse around him, squeezing him with the gripping waves of her climax. Lasting only a few strokes more, she quickly pulled him over the edge with her. His roar of satisfaction seemed to brim up from his toes as he erupted inside her, pumping his hot seed into her welcoming softness.
After he’d spent inside her, he pulled away and gathered her up in his strong arms, settling her in the middle of the wide bed. Crawling in beside her, he pulled her close as they both caught their breath. Lexie was the first to recover and began placing hungry kisses along his neck. Turning playful, she captured his skin between her teeth and nipped lightly.
“Baby, give me a minute and we’ll have round two. I promise I’ll last longer than sixty seconds next time.”
“Nawatsuya, Sensei,” Lexie whispered, expressing in Japanese her desire to be tied up tonight in her soft husky voice. It was filled with as much passion as he’d ever heard from her, and made him raise his head, smiling at her in appreciation.
“Since you asked so sweetly, your wish is my pleasure, but we still have to be careful. No acrobatics just yet.”
After giving her an intense, open-mouth kiss, he got up and went to the chest at the foot of the bed. “Roll over.”
Jonas smiled as she obediently complied. She lay trembling and breathless as she waited to be bound. Her skin was rosy with the warmth of her arousal. With her legs slightly spread, he could see the shimmer of their spent passion on her inner thighs. Their quickie hadn’t begun to take the edge off. Hurriedly, he gathered the items he needed to continue their play. The bed shifted beneath him as he returned and began wrapping her wrist with rope. In minutes, he had fashioned a cuff about four inches wide. He moved to repeat the tie on the other side.
As he worked, he spoke softly, but with conviction. “The first twinge of discomfort or strain, I expect to hear yellow, Lexie.”
“Yes, Master,” was her breathy response.
He paused for a moment. “That’s the second time you’ve called me master. Does that mean you’re comfortable with it now?”
“It means it feels right to call you my Master now.”
With a growl, he buried his face in her neck and slid his arms around her, hugging her tight. “I like it, baby. From now on, I don’t want to hear anything else from your lips when we play.”
“Yes, Master.”
“What you do to me, Lex. I want to forget about the ropes and come into you hard, right now.” He pushed away and said, “I did make a promise, however.”
“God, yes, Master, do both. Tie me up and then fuck me.”
The stinging swat on her upturned ass startled her. “Your language is getting a bit rough for my taste, dorei.”
She choked at that outrageous remark, calling him a hypocrite without words.
“I know I’m the kettle to your pot in this situation, so I’ll try to do the same as well. A few less f-bombs would do us both good.”
“Can I swat your butt when you mess up, Master?”
“No, but you can earn more with your sassy mouth.” His words lacked bite, however, as he brushed his lips across her smooth shoulder, drawing out another soft groan from her chest.
“Up on your knees.”
His hands on her hips, he helped her into a kneeling position in front of the headboard. Affixing her rope cuffs to the top of the sturdy top posts, he left enough play in the double length of rope for some movement as well as giving her something to hold on to. With splayed hands, he stroked down her extended arms, over her shoulders and down her back. Curving around her sides, he slid upward to claim a full breast in each palm.
Moving in closer behind her, he whispered in her ear, “At last, I have you in my ropes again. How do you feel?”
“Glorious and like I’m gonna come again.”
He chuckled. “In good time, impatient one. Nothing is pulling or hurting?”
“No,” she breathed.
“Good. Spread your knees farther apart and move back an inch or two.” When she was in position, he bound her legs, tying the rope just above her bent knees. The ends he fastened to rings installed in the bed frame for just this purpose, leaving a bit of slack for her to move if the position got too strenuous.
“What do you say if you become strained?”
“Yellow, Master.”
“Good girl.” Once more, he was behind her, spreading kisses along her neck and shoulders and nibbling on her ear. One hand stayed at her breast while the other swept down her belly and found the heat between her thighs. When he fingers sank into her heat, she groaned and her head fell back against his shoulder.
“You’re wet and hot, but I want you wild with need. How about a taste of a flogger?”
She groaned in response, panting for breath.
“Can you speak to me, Sunshine?”
A groaned “Master” was all she could manage as her head rolled against his shoulder until her face pressed against his neck
“Mm… something else to work on… I’ll take that as a yes.”
His hand left her breast and swept up to curl around her arched throat. Without pressure, he held her in place for his kiss. After several minutes of silence, the only sound in the room was their accelerated breathing and sighs of delight. He moved away again.
“I ordered this for you after our first night at The Club.”
She felt a tickle of something soft against one shoulder as a bundle of leather strips dyed in a bright royal blue came into view. Jonas let the falls cascade down her front as he draped the flogger over her shoulder, the stiff handle coming to rest against her back.
“The vivid color caught my eye first. What a coincidence that it’s your favorite. It’s deerskin, so it’s lightweight and perfect for you, my little novice, and for the sensual play I know you enjoy.”
She inhaled deeply, the flails caressing her breasts and belly as chest rose and fell. The scent of the new leather was strong and earthy—very arousing. Lexie realized that he was expertly employing several tactics to heighten her response. The restraints she loved, as well as the visual, tactile and olfactory stimulation, all combined for a slow build-up,
His hand followed the line of her spine, gliding down her back and over the curve of her bottom, touching all of the areas that the leather would soon touch. The pitch of his voice was perfect for seduction as he signaled his intention to begin. “Let’s see what this baby can do, yeah?”
Grasping the handle, Jonas slid the leather f
rom her body, abrading her nipples as it ascended swiftly and was gone. With a whoosh and a small whap, he lay the falls of the flogger crisply across the fullest part of her bottom. He did it again, and again. Lexie, now fully aroused, arched her back and stuck out her tingling backside, eagerly seeking more. Her movement allowed her head to fall back, sending her hair flowing downward until it brushed the tops of her cheeks.
Jonas paused as he gathered the thick skein in one hand and tugged gently. “Baby,” he said against her lips, “I don’t want you straining your wound. Lean forward, not back.”
He palmed her head and with a small lift moved it forward. Brushing her hair over her shoulder, he exposed her back and bottom once more so there was no barrier between her skin and his flogger or hand.
“Good girl, do you want more?”
“Yes, please.”
He resumed the light strokes, setting up a rhythmic pattern against her cheeks and thighs, careful to keep the tails from wrapping and stinging her hips and belly. He wouldn’t risk accidentally hitting her still-healing scars. Changing his stroke, he held the handle loosely and allowed the flogger to twirl in a circle so that just the tips brushed against her skin, falling quickly. He moved it lower and inward, the tips now brushing lightly against her thighs. With a small grin of satisfaction, he watched her move beneath his whip, arching into the strikes when she wanted more, thrusting forward as the stimulation got too much. Concentrating on her thighs, he knew the ends occasionally brushed her spread pussy and the air from each revolution added stimulation. He could see her wetness, glistening on her thighs, and he had to refrain from ditching the play and thrusting into her from behind like an out-of-control newb. Damn, this woman turned him on like no other.
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