Her Lawful Master (Pleasure Island Book 4)

by Anya Summers

  Theo preferred submissives who understood and knew their place: preferably on their backs with their legs spread and ready to receive him. Once today’s business was completed, he had every intention of heading to the club in the evening and finding a willing sub. “Now, the island needs—”

  “I’d actually like to start with my estate and my will. I want Naomi taken care of should anything happen to me.” Jared handed him a thick file as they sat at the mahogany conference table.

  Theo thumbed through the documents as Mary brought in a fresh pot of heavenly smelling coffee and cinnamon scones. He was surprised by what Jared wanted to put in his will.

  “Are you sure about this, J? I realize you care for the sub, but this is quite a large sum. The property value alone is rather steep.” It always concerned Theo when there were vast resources at stake. He’d been in the legal field for far too long and had seen more than his fair share of men swayed by a pretty face, only to have it end up in disaster—and court.

  From his trouser pocket, Jared withdrew a small, two-inch, light blue box and flipped open the Tiffany lid. On a bed of white satin sat a glittering four-carat canary diamond, winking up at him in the light. Jared’s face was composed as he said, “I’m sure, Theo. I want this in place this week and completed first. I’m proposing this week, but wanted these wheels in motion first before I do so.”

  “And if she says no?” Theo asked, ever practical when it came to estate dealings.

  “Don’t jinx me, man. She loves me, of that I’m certain. I may have to convince her to marry me, but I don’t see my life without her in it. Even if it takes me years of whittling down her reserve, she will be my wife. I want her and any children we may have to be protected, even without the vows.”

  “Then let me be the first to say congratulations. Because of the size of the assets, it will likely take me through tomorrow to draw up the full draft,” Theo explained. All the Masters in the DFC were falling in love and getting married, while he continued his descent into being a lonely old sod who hadn’t felt sweet release from a willing sub in ages.

  “That’s not a problem, as long as the wheels are in motion, that’s good enough for me. I have a few things I must see to around the island. Make use of my office as if it were your own. Mary can get you anything you need, including lunch from the restaurant.”

  “Thanks, J, will do,” Theo said, grateful that he could stay in the cool air and enjoy the amenities Jared extended his way. He began arranging the assets into a list on his legal pad.

  “Oh, and what I just told you stays between us,” Jared said, his hand on the door knob.

  “As your solicitor, our entire discussion is private,” Theo responded. Not that he was a social butterfly, anyway. More often than not, he was at home or the London office for Apex, and he’d never been one for gossiping. In fact, he worried that he was becoming a bit of a loner, what with his tendency to avoid social interaction at the club.

  “Appreciate it,” Jared said and left him to his own devices, exiting the office.

  As the blessed quiet settled in around him, Theo rolled up his sleeves and worked. Facts, ledgers, accounts, drafting legal documents, were all second nature for him. Jared had a sizable estate, larger than Theo had realized at first glance. Getting the documents into an organized and comprehensible format took some time, longer than he’d anticipated. In fact, hours later, he was still at it with a crick in his neck that felt like the entire Manchester United team had whacked him across the shoulder.

  The sun was setting on the horizon, the sky darkening to shades of cobalt and dark mauve as he exited Jared’s office for the day. Since he had every intention of returning first thing tomorrow morning, he left his briefcase on the conference table. After dinner this evening, Theo planned to stop by the club and did not want to cart it with him. Each station came fully equipped with toys, lube, condoms—anything an enterprising Dom might require during a session—so he didn’t need his goody bag. And Theo was determined to be balls deep in a willing sub.

  With his stomach grumbling from the lack of sustenance, Theo headed to Master’s Pleasure. The restaurant was a five-star dining establishment that made him think of some of the finer London gentlemen’s clubs. It was made for the enterprising Dom. Theo noted the hidden loops on the table as his waitress, Beth, a young submissive he likely had a good twenty years on, served him in her tiny costume: slicked on red leather shorts and a white bustier. Instead of inciting his lust with her pert globes smooshed against her top, she made Theo feel old with her small smile, and blushing countenance. The tanned brunette barely registered on his internal Richter scale.

  It wasn’t that she was not attractive or that he couldn’t get himself into the mood if it were warranted. He could. Bloody hell, he was only forty-four. He wasn’t dead. And he could certainly appreciate an attractive submissive, regardless of her age, but he preferred one with a bit more seasoning, one who wasn’t quite so fresh-faced and nubile. A younger Dom might call him a daft old prick but as it was, he could barely muster appreciation for her charms. The chit had no fire in her that he could see.

  Theo ate alone, preferring to study how the restaurant functioned than mingle with the other patrons. His chicken paillard was excellent. He would have to give his compliments to the chef. In his mind, he made a list of things to add to the island disclaimers, mainly due to the discipline scene occurring at one of the tables, four over from him. They had to make sure that visitors understood the risks of potentially combining food and bodily fluids—that while from all indications the wait staff thoroughly cleaned each station between guests, that did not mean something wouldn’t be missed once in a while. It was all about safeguarding the island and the club from potential lawsuits. With people from other clubs like Cuffs and Spurs able to attend, it was Theo’s opinion that they needed to make sure someone couldn’t sue the island for damages if something untoward happened. That didn’t mean something would, be he was a believer in being prepared for the worst. Theo knew Carter. His club was reputable, but things happened. Maybe they needed to have a stipulation on STD testing. They had one for the DFC club members, with requirements to get tested every six weeks. Perhaps that was a stipulation that needed to be included. He wasn’t certain what type of regulations were in place at the other clubs.

  Theo finished his dinner early enough that he felt a nightcap was warranted. Then he would head to his villa alone. After the lackluster interest he’d felt toward the waitress, he was no longer in the mood to entice a sub into his bed. And any time he did consider perhaps finding a sub to scene with and screw, the woman who came to mind was Piper, which was a rather peculiar development. Why that one? She had claws and teeth. Not to mention the fact that she did not act as if she had a submissive bone in her body.

  What she did have was a killer body that stirred his lust in ways he hadn’t felt in years, if ever. His cock hardened, straining against the confines of his slacks just thinking about her downright fuckable body. Unbelievable. The one sub he yearned to sink himself into was the one he wanted to stay as far away from as possible. What a bleeding shame his prick wanted that she-cat.

  He rode the lift to the club level. The doors slid open with a ding and sound swamped him. The island club was a happening place, and packed with a profusion of people this evening. Heavy rock music pumped through hidden speakers in the walls. It pleased Theo that the temperature control was state of the art. It might be muggy and hotter than the fires of hell outside, but in here, it was comfortable enough for Doms to wear leather trousers. The subs, on the other hand, appeared to be wearing as little clothing as possible, with a few opting to go without a stitch. Theo appreciated the finer points of the lifestyle and the feminine flesh on display, but there wasn’t a single submissive who stood out for him. With an eye toward the bar, he wove through the crowd, nodding at and greeting Doms he was acquainted with as he passed by.

  At the glossy black bar, he said to the bartender, “Can
I get a Macallan on the rocks, please?”

  “Certainly. Jared mentioned you might be in and that I should make sure you were taken care of. I’m Sean, by the way, and am here most nights.”

  “You’re the chef’s son, aren’t you?” Theo asked, seeing a resemblance to the woman he’d complimented on her extraordinary cooking not thirty minutes ago.

  “One of them. My brother, Michael, is running around on the island somewhere as well. Here you are, on the house,” Sean said, placing his drink on the bar.

  “Appreciate it,” Theo murmured, toasting the young bartender, and setting down a tip for him.

  Taking a sip of the smooth whisky, he scanned the room. Theo liked the energy of the place with its muted lights, glossy black décor, and plenty of flesh on display. He didn’t recognize many of the couples already engaged with each other in the scene alcoves. Then again, he knew club attendees were an eclectic mixture of employees and island guests. There was a particularly busty, brunette sub he thought he’d seen at the registration desk when he arrived, currently sandwiched between two of the boat captains and keening her head off as they screwed her brains out.

  And then he spied her. Theo’s entire being electrified and was instantly aroused. Piper hadn’t changed her outfit and was still wearing the sodding denim shorts he had admired earlier for the way they cupped the taut, firm globes of her spectacular ass. Her flowery, turquoise tank top hugged her lean form, displaying her ample cleavage. Theo couldn’t help but admire the athletic lines of her back, and the wealth of golden hair pulled into one of those messy buns at her nape, with shorter tendrils escaping and framing her face.

  He had to adjust himself as his erection strained against the confines of his slacks. Christ, he wanted to bend her over and slake his lust on her body, claws and all.

  The rules of the club stated that all submissives must be properly attired in club gear. Normally those same rules were enforced by the DMs, however, presently it appeared that all the DMs, except Jeff, were already engaged for the evening. If the DM wasn’t going to do something about her apparel, as a Master, it was something Theo wouldn’t let slide. She drew him as though they were attached by marionette strings. He had promised her retribution for her earlier snub. No self-respecting Dom would let those insults pass without administering punishment. And Theo didn’t intend to, his hands itched to feel her lush ass beneath his palms.

  He tossed back the remaining contents of his drink, the smooth burn of the Macallan as it slid into his belly making him smile. He was going to enjoy watching her squirm.

  Theo maneuvered through the crowded room, his gaze intent on his prey as he strode over to her. Piper had her back to the room, ignoring the patrons and guests, snapping photos with a high-tech camera. The way she held the device, her camera was an extension of the woman herself as she filmed the vacant alcove that contained a padded, black leather sawhorse. Absolutely perfect for the punishment he had in mind for her sweet, delectable arse. Pleasure streamed through his body. He’d finally get a chance to touch her and growled low in his throat in delight at the thought.

  Theo had to admit, Piper’s ability to stand utterly still gave her a unique poise. When he neared her tight little body, her body heat emanated off her, stirring his lust and beckoning him closer. His cock strained, eager to sink into her body and see if she would set him ablaze. He growled into her ear and said, “It’s against the rules for a sub not to be properly attired.”

  He took her momentary flinch as a reason to put his hands on her. His fingers closed around her rigid biceps to hold her steady and keep her from escaping. She shot him a glance over her shoulder, her thick tresses escaping from their bun, teasing his chin, then she barely batted an eye and said, her voice dripping disdain, “Excuse me, Sir, but Jared gave me permission to photograph in here as I am. As the owner, I figure his orders carry more weight. If you will excuse me.”

  Piper tried to jerk her arms from his grasp but now that Theo had her, there was no way in hell he was releasing her. Not now that he could feel how silky smooth her skin was under his fingers, or the way she smelled like violets and rain, or that the condemnation in her baby blue gaze made a ball of lust slam into his solar plexus and damn near rattle his normally stalwart composure. Piper was the first challenge his Dom heart had experienced for an age, and it was intoxicating.

  “No, I don’t excuse you. And this is a domain where the laws are explicitly stated in the submissive packet.” Theo was a sucker for rules. He admired law and order, and respected the system and belief that a society could only function with regulations in place for people to follow. That belief extended to how he comported himself as a Master. One didn’t break the rules or they suffered consequences. In the case of a misbehaving submissive, it meant a firm spanking was in order.

  She snorted, actually snorted in his face, the little termagant, then rolled her eyes and confessed, “I didn’t read it.”

  Then she went back to attempting to wriggle from his hold, a kinetic sexual heat swirling between them. His raging hard on surged against the confines of his trousers. What did it, what pushed him over his limit, was the eye roll. This little sub would learn her place if he had anything to say about it. Not to mention that he’d been fantasizing about having her writhing beneath him all damn day, ever since he had spied her delectable rear on top of the horse that morning.

  “You do realize you’ve earned this, love,” Theo said, then bodily carted her over to the sawhorse she’d just been photographing.

  Piper went ballistic, like a feral she-cat about to be baptized as she railed against his hold. “Put me down, you stuffy, pig-headed buffoon. I didn’t give you permission to—”

  His rage seethed over her blatant disregard and he landed a firm swat on her ass. Then he snarled, “Silence. I did not give you permission to speak. You’ve earned this punishment. Now be a good girl and take it.”

  At the horse, they tussled for dominance. Theo was stronger and considered himself to be in the right, using his superior strength to cage her form against the furniture as she burned herself out. She struggled and bucked against him. Her firm ass wiggled and rubbed against his groin—not in invitation, but to unseat him. No matter her intent, the movement made his eyes cross and his dick strained against the confines of his slacks. He would take consummate pleasure in making this little sub come to heel.

  In the end, Theo won, but just barely. Piper was a firecracker of energy and if she hadn’t been holding her camera with one hand, she might have batted him away. It gave Theo the upper hand in their tug of war battle for the upper hand. He bound her waist to the sawhorse and the hand without the camera into a cuff, before he stripped the camera from her other hand, placing it on a nearby table, and fully restrained her body from the waist up.

  It called to every dominant bone in his body seeing her bent over the horse and restrained. Bloody hell, it aroused him to maddening heights as his eyes caressed her form. Pure perfection.

  “Son of a bitch, let me out of this,” she protested, straining against her bonds to no avail. She kicked back with her feet, targeting his shins. One of her booted heels landed not so delicately on his calf.

  “Cut it out, Piper. You earned this spanking and you fucking know it. Keep it up and I will ensure you don’t sit pretty for days. Now, you will take your punishment like a good little submissive, understood?”

  Theo yanked her shorts and panties down to her knees. He bit back a groan. Christ, the woman had a delicate little butterfly tattoo just above the taut globes of her rear. Her bottom cheeks were golden skinned and smoothly rounded. They would fill his hands nicely. Theo couldn’t help himself, he traced his forefinger over the sexy tattoo. The woman had a naughty streak in her and damnit all to hell but he wanted to explore her depths, part the pretty globes and plunge his cock into her cunt. He imagined rubbing his crown against the tat, spreading pre-cum over it until it glistened up at him. Focusing on the colorful butterfly as he pounded insid
e her warmth.

  He gritted his teeth at the storm of lust battering his system. Theo yearned to fuck the little sub with a ferocity that surprised him. It took every ounce of his control to stifle his desires and focus on the task at hand. He inhaled a few steadying breaths before he initiated her punishment.

  Once he had his lust under control, he began, and did what he’d wanted to do all damn day long. Theo pulled his hand back, letting it fall with a loud crack against her bottom. He spanked her butt, not holding back, but laying into her rear with blistering strokes. As his swats tanned her hide, her golden skin pinkened beneath his touch. Satisfaction flowed through him, feeling the crack of her taut flesh beneath his hand.

  Piper yelped, still struggling to break free of her bonds during the first few strokes of his palm as he thwacked against her bare bottom. But then she contained her cries as he continued with her discipline, emitting not more than a few mumbled oaths.

  Theo was entranced, making sure his swats hit each of her finely-honed globes, and more turned on than he had been for an age. He could smell her arousal. It fueled his own, his dick surging against his pants, wanting to be set free, craving to slide inside her welcoming heat. Moisture glistened, seeping from her crease, and he nearly fell on her like a raving beast. It took everything inside him, every controlling measure he had in his Dom arsenal, to keep himself from undoing his pants and pounding away. That was not what this session was about. But it didn’t stop him from wondering what her sweet cream tasted like, or how the warm heat of her pussy would feel clamped snugly around his dick.

  He imagined it felt like heaven.