by J. A. Howell
She pushed back, thrusting her arse into me and I let out a low groan. My hands groped her thighs and I buried my face against her neck, breathing in her scent and tasting her skin.
“Stick yer arse out more.” I told her. She did and I ran my hands down over her hips. “Lift yer skirt up.”
She glanced back at me, swallowed hard, and tugged her skirt up. I traced a finger over the little heart tattoo that adorned her right cheek, then brought my palm down hard, jarring her against the desk.
She whimpered and I smiled, watching the red bloom over her skin. Another smack and she gasped. She looked back at me and her eyes darkened. Blood rushed to my groin and I spanked her again. She moaned. I shivered.
“Knickers down.” I ordered, my voice thick with want. Shayne tugged the red thong down her legs and I dropped to my knees behind her. My hands grasped her thighs, spreading her open to me. “Whatever I do ta ya, don’t make a sound.”
Shayne nodded, and I dipped my tongue into her folds, tasting her. She let out a sharp gasp but did as I said. Her hands balled into fists against the desk and she shifted, pushing her hips back. I dragged my tongue over her warm folds and closed my lips around her clit, gently sucking.
“Mmm,” she couldn’t stifle the moan that escaped and I spanked her again but kept my mouth on her. I let out my own moan against the hardened nub and her thigh muscles tensed. I slid one, then two fingers inside her. Her thighs trembled. She clenched tight around my fingers and my cock stiffened.
I undid my jeans, then stood and pressed my head against her pussy.
“Do ya feel that Shayne?” I whispered in her ear. She nodded and I dragged my teeth against her neck. “Everytime I see that arse of yers in those wee little skirts I want ta bend ya over and feck ya.”
“O-oh.” She stuttered and the sound made me smile.
“Don’t sound so surprised, love. Ya know damn well what yer doin’ wearing those, don’t ya? Hmm?”
Shayne nodded, and I pushed into her, a fraction of an inch. I swatted my palm against her ass and she whimpered. I grinned, holding back the urge to thrust into her.
“Christ, that’s very naughty of ya, Shayne. I really should punish ya. Tie ya up, spank ya til my hand hurts, then feck ya til’ ya can’t even stand.”
Shayne gasped and tried to push her hips back, but I withdrew, letting my cock brush against her arse before I zipped my pants up.
“But…I’m afraid ya’ll have ta wait til later fer that.” I nodded toward the clock. “It’s almost time fer yer appointment.”
“What?” She looked back at me with wide eyes.
I chuckled and pulled her knickers back up her thighs. “I saw it on the bulletin board there.”
“But...”
“Later.” I kissed her mouth and her tongue flicked across my lips, the taste of her still on them. That simple action alone threatened to shatter my restraint, but I managed to pull myself away. “Later,” I repeated.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Cordially Invited
Kieran’s blue eyes burned into me as we stood there in the office. His chest heaved with deep breaths. He was a different man than the one I’d first met. He was playful, confident, and sexy as hell. My legs still trembled and I sucked in a breath, trying to pull myself together.
“Go on. Later. I promise.” A smile pulled at his lips and he adjusted himself, doing his best to hide the hard on he’d teased me with. My own thoughts of what I’d like to do to him sent a shiver through me and I bit my lip. “Shayne?”
“Hmm?” I glanced up at him and realize he’d caught me staring at his crotch. Blood rushed to my cheeks and a smug look moved over his lips. The bell on the front door jingled and I sighed. That would be my next appointment.
“Shayne? Where are you?”
“Shit.” I squeezed my eyes shut as I remembered exactly who was my next appointment. Darren. Kieran’s eyebrow ticked up and I shook my head. “It’s Darren.”
He frowned. Despite what I had told him about Darren, I knew he was still unsure about him.
“Shayne?” Darren called again.
“Later.” I smiled at Kieran and pushed the door open. My eyes met Darren when I walked out of the office and a sly grin crossed his lips.
“Was wondering where you were hiding.”
“I was just tidying up. Ready for your tattoo?” I pushed past him and went to my room.
“Tidying up, eh?” He laughed and followed me in.
I nodded and busied myself, pulling supplies out of my cabinet.
Darren let out a snort behind me. “So who were you tidying up the office with?”
“Hmm?”
“Well I doubt you made your own ass that red.”
My eyes widened and I stood up straight, tugging the back of my skirt down further. “I...”
Darren’s grin broadened and he slid his shirt off, exposing the wide muscled expanse of his chest. “You’re a terrible liar, Shayne. We’ve been over this.”
“Kieran.” I fidgeted with my equipment, not bothering to look at him.
He let out a hoot behind me, slumping onto my chair. “He made your ass red? I guess you are replacing me then.” He winked.
I finally turned around, frowning at him. “Quiet.”
“I’m sorry. I know you’ve got a thing for him.” Darren lowered his voice but couldn’t wipe the amused look from his face.
“It’s not a thing. We’re just messing around.”
“Right. Still hard to believe though. When I first met him, I’d have figured him to be the one getting spanked.”
I ignored his comment and the fact that my cheeks were now a bright crimson. His laughter died off and I pressed the outline to his chest, and ensured he liked the positioning.
“Alright, ready?” I asked and slid my gloves on. He nodded, his eyes watching me with a gleam of mischief to them.
“You know,” he started, watching my hand move over his chest, the low buzzing filling the silence. “I’m having one of my parties tonight.”
“Mmmhmm.” I kept my eyes on the lines and followed them with a steady hand. I already knew where he was going and I wouldn’t have any part of it.
“You should come. And bring him along.”
“I already have other plans.” I said. It wasn’t a complete lie. Later. I pulled my bottom lip between my teeth at the thought of the drunken look in Kieran’s eyes when he’d said it.
“Hmmph. More spanking? Surely, if you’re so smitten with him slapping your ass, he’s capable of a bit more than that, no?” I lifted my foot off the pedal of my machine and gave him a flat look. “Oh don’t look at me like that, Shayne. Honestly, is he even experienced? Has he ever done anything like that before?”
“No...I don’t think so. But—”
“But nothing. If he’s new, then there is probably plenty he doesn’t know. Besides that, I know you like him and I think it’s a good thing, but just remember he still has the whole messy situation with his wife.” This time Darren was the one frowning.
“We’re just having fun with each other. Is that so terrible?”
“No,” Darren sighed and his fingers brushed over my cheek. “You just seem different. I worry about you, that’s all.”
I looked down at his half-started tattoo. “I know you do. But you shouldn’t. I’m fine now and I’ve been that way for a long time.”
Darren had seen me at my very worst. Not even Liam knew about everything. Sure, he knew a few details of my life before the tattoo shop and Darren, them being friends and all. But only Darren—and now Kieran— knew all the shadowy depths of my former life, the sickening, shameful things I’d done before. His soft blue-gray eyes watched me and a warm smile spread across his lips.
“I know.” His voice was softer. “I just never want to see you go back there.”
“I won’t.” I turned my cheek against his palm that still rested on my face. A moment later it dropped away and his eyebrow lifted.
“So
come on then. See if he wants to come tonight.”
“Darren, I really don’t think Kieran—”
“Don’t think Kieran, what?” I jumped and took a sharp breath. Good thing I hadn’t resumed working on Darren’s tattoo yet. Darren glanced at Kieran standing in the doorway. Kieran’s blue eyes were a mix of curiosity and suspicion as he eyed Darren and his bare chest laying on my chair.
Darren’s grin stretched across his face, making him look not unlike the Cheshire cat.
“I was just inviting you and Shayne over tonight. I’m having a party and from the looks of things,” Darren’s eyes darted downward behind me. “You might enjoy the festivities we’ll have going on.”
Kieran’s eyes darkened as he stared at Darren, his lips a tight line. “You told him about last night too?” His eyes darted to me.
“No, I—”
“Oh she didn’t have to, you just did. Besides, you spanked her a little low. I saw the mark on her upper thigh.”
Kieran’s tongue ran over his lip in a thoughtful swipe. His eyes shifted to me and heat moved through my cheeks again. “Do you normally go to those parties?” He asked me.
“Sometimes, yes.” The heat rose even higher and I averted my eyes. “We don’t have to go.”
“No. We can go.” Kieran answered and I looked back up at him. He and Darren were staring at each other, no doubt sizing each other up once more. I swallowed hard, watching their little pissing contest. Darren laughed and put his hands behind his head.
“Well then, this should be a fun night. I guess you don’t scare as easily as I thought.”
Kieran let out a grunt and returned his attention to me. “I was going to grab a coffee. Did you want one?”
“Sure. An iced one?”
He nodded and turned for the door.
“I’ll have one too! A caramel macchiato?” Darren called after him. The door slammed a moment later and Darren looked at me, the mischeivous grin of his still plastered on his face. “I don’t think I’m getting that macchiato am I?”
“Hey, get any more writing done?” I peeked into the office a few minutes after Darren had left. Kieran looked up from his laptop and his lips eased into a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes.
“Not really, no,” he sighed, “I just can’t get myself writing.”
I looked back toward Liam’s room. He was busy with another appointment.
“Why not write about something different?”
“Like what?” He asked. I walked over to him and slid onto his lap and this time his smile did make it up to his eyes. I brushed my lips over his, pushing his dark brown hair out of his face.
“Write about something that excites you.”
“Like you?” His mouth quirked up on one side and he ran his hands down my hips.
I blushed and kissed his lips again, “if it gets you writing again, sure.”
He lifted his hips and deepened the kiss, his tongue flicking against mine. ”Mmm, ya definitely inspire me, but I don’t know that I’d get much writing done.”
I kissed him again, my body already aching for him. “We don’t have to go to Darren’s tonight, you know.”
His body stiffened and his lips stilled against my jaw. “No, it’s fine. We can go. Wouldn’t want to disappoint him.” He flashed me a wry smile.
I frowned. “Don’t let him intimidate you. He’s just protective of me, that’s all.”
“Right. I’ll be fine. Ya finished up here?”
I nodded and slid off his lap. “Yeah, I’ll just let Liam know we’re heading out to Darren’s to hang out.”
“Hmm, hang out, eh?” His smile returned.
I went into the hall and peered into Liam’s room. He looked up from the tattoo he was working on, a zombie Hello Kitty on some girl’s ass cheek. He smirked up at me, in an awfully chipper mood. Gee, wonder why.
“What’s up, Shayne?”
“Nothing. I’m all finished up. I was going to hang out with Darren tonight and he invited Kieran along. I thought it would be good if he made some more friends while he’s here.”
Liam’s eyes narrowed at me for a moment, but then his features relaxed. “Yeah, I guess it would do him some good.”
I nodded, relaxing some.
“I’ll make sure he gets home safe.” I winked and Liam nodded, letting out a grunt.
“Right. See ya later.”
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Give ‘Em a Good Show
My heart thudded in my chest as I followed Shayne up the stairs to Darren’s apartment. It’ll be fine, I told myself, just like yesterday.
“Ready?” She glanced back at me. She was dressed in a beige corset with a black lace overlay that pushed her breasts up, and a short leather skirt with a zipper down the back. I glanced down at my rather plain black t-shirt and jeans.
“Ya sure I shouldn’t have changed?”
“You look fine. Don’t worry about it.” Her hand slid into mine and she gave it a gentle tug. She knocked on the door and a moment later Darren answered, shirtless again, his new tattoo still red around the edges.
“You guys made it. Come in.” He said, staring at me again. A loud slap came from inside the apartment and I glanced toward Shayne. She nudged me forward and I followed, keeping my face expressionless. The apartment was huge. According to Shayne, the building used to be an industrial one and was converted into an apartment building several years back. The ceiling was high with exposed ducts and metal rafters.
“How the hell does he afford all this?” I whispered to her.
“He runs The Castle. The local dungeon.”
Well, that explained all his friends. Several men and women lounged about in the living room, chatting and drinking. A few others were engaging in play. One girl was tied up in silky black rope. It wrapped around her breasts and came around her back, binding her wrists behind her. The man had her bent over a padded saw horse and he lifted a black leather flogger with a silver handle, swinging it down against her bare arse with a loud thwack.
“I have more of those if you want to give them a try. I know Shayne’s a fan of floggers.” Darren leaned toward me and I frowned at him. He smirked and turned his attention to Shayne. “Why don’t you slip into something a bit more comfortable?”
Her brown eyes glanced toward me and I nodded. She disappeared into one of the other rooms, leaving Darren and me alone.
“So, you ever flogged anyone before?”
“No. Can’t be that hard, can it?”
Darren snorted next to me. “We’ll see, won’t we? Just make sure you don’t hit certain spots.” He pointed to the girl on the sawhorse. “You see how he is only hitting her on the meatier parts and keeping away from where her major organs would be? It hurts too much and you can actually cause damage to someone if you hit them in those areas.”
One of the men sitting on the couch, a particularly lanky fellow with shaggy blonde hair noticed us standing there and walked toward us in a pair of tight leather pants. “This Shayne’s little friend you were telling us about?”
I glared at Darren and he laughed, clapping a hand on my shoulder.
“Yeah. Kieran, this is, Zeke. He’s one of the regulars at the club. That girl on the far end of the couch is his slave, Leah.”
I nodded. “Nice ta meet ya.”
Zeke and Darren exchanged looks. “So you going to play tonight? Or just here to watch?” Zeke asked. The snap of leather against bare skin came from another room followed by a soft moan and I glanced around, anxious for Shayne to return.
“I plan to play.” I answered finally. Zeke made a similar snort as Darren’s, looking me over with doubt.
“You know, I think this is the first time Shayne’s ever brought her own playmate. I’m rather curious to see you in action myself.” He thrust a brown leather flogger into my hand. “Why don’t you warm this thing up while you’re waiting for our dear girl, hmm?”
“What, on you?” I couldn’t help the mortified look that moved o
ver my face. Darren coughed in a poor attempt to camouflage his laughter.
“While I’d pay money to see that, I think he was talking about using it on Leah.”
“Right.” My ears burned in embarrassment but I kept my face straight. Zeke waved a finger at the voluptuous redhead perched on the couch, next to another woman I instantly recognized as the barista from the coffee shop. Elle winked at me, playing with her turquoise amulet then tugged on the leash of a man who I also recognized from the coffee shop. Well, I guess you really never know what people are into.
The redhead bounded toward us in nothing but a leather collar, pulling my attention away from Elle. Zeke curled his finger around the metal ring that dangled from the front of her collar and pulled her toward him. “Leah, darling, our friend Kieran is going to give you a nice little flogging.”
She nodded her head obediently. “Yes, Master. Where do you want me?”
Zeke stroked her bare breast with his other hand and tugged the ring, leading her to the end of the couch. “Bend over, darling. Let him get a nice view of that beautiful ass.” He grinned. She did as he said, positioning herself with her arse in the air. Zeke nodded, stepping out of the way after giving me a quick demonstration. “Go on. Don’t be afraid. She won’t bite—unless I tell her to.”
I gulped and stepped toward her, glancing back at the girl on the sawhorse again. I watched the man flogging her, twirling his wrist as he brought the leather down against her skin. The motion reminded me of twirling glow sticks, like I’d done so many times when Niall and I snuck off to raves in our teenage years. With a deep breath I returned my attention to Leah’s bare arse and did my best to ignore the several pairs of eyes watching me. I squeezed the leather handle in my hand and lifted my arm, bringing it down and twirling it so the leather danced across her skin with a light thwack. Darren and Zeke nodded but looked rather unimpressed. I lifted my arm again, bringing it down the opposite way. The leather slapped harder across her skin and red lines bloomed across her flesh. It brought back visions of last night and I did it again, a little harder. Leah whimpered and lifted her arse higher. I twirled my wrist again, dragging the falls lightly over her arse before delivering another solid swing. She gasped and Zeke stepped in, holding his hand out for the flogger.
