Lock & Key Collection

by Rebel Rose

  I can’t believe Avery. “Stop taking his side. I don’t want to do it.”

  “I’m not taking his side. I’m just saying that if you’re ever going to do it, you’d probably be better off to try it with someone like him who knows what he’s doing.”

  Avery doesn’t seem disgusted by the idea of it. “Would you do it?”

  “I think I would if I were with the right guy. But that one has yet to come along.”

  Bless Avery. She has had worse luck with men than I have. Now, that’s saying something.

  “You think Tristan is the right guy for me? I mean to try that with?”

  “Only you know the answer to that.”

  I wish I could stay and talk longer with Avery, but I spent most of the day with Nana. “I have to go; Tristan wants me to be home by six.”

  “Home?” she asks.

  Shit. I did just say that, didn’t I? “I’m not referring to his house as my home. Because obviously it’s not.”

  “Didn’t sound that way to me. In fact, everything you’ve told me today sounds as though you’re pretty comfortable with him and also with living at his house in New Orleans.”

  “I’m resigned to doing what I have to do. There’s a difference.”

  “If you say so, Em.” I know that grin on her face. She doesn’t believe me.

  “I do say so.”

  Avery walks out of the restaurant with me to the parking lot. “How long are you going to be living with him?”

  “That’s a whole other story.” Damn, I can’t believe I forgot to tell her about paying back my debt. Or the involuntary IUD placement that led to his new deal. “We originally agreed that I would receive credit toward my debt every time I… satisfied him sexually.” It sounds horrible when I say it out loud. “Which makes me a total prostitute.”

  Avery shakes her head. “That wasn’t what I was thinking at all.”

  “Do I want to know what you’re thinking?” Avery is honest. She doesn’t beat around the bush, so I’m a little frightened to hear what she has to say.

  “I was only thinking that you seem really calm and relaxed, maybe even happy, about being with this man. It seems like you’re enjoying your time with him.”

  I can be honest with Avery about my true feelings. “I’d be lying if I said that I’m not. His lifestyle is new to me, but I like the things that he has done to me. The control, the punishments, the commands… I’ve never been so turned on by a man in my entire life.”

  “You never told me how long you’d be there.”

  “Oh, yeah… my stay is up in the air. We replaced the original repayment method with something different. I blindly pull a key from a box filled with one hundred keys after we engage in his choice of sex. My debt is free and clear when I pull the key that works on a specific padlock. It’s basically a game of chance. What can I say? We’re both gamblers.”

  “His idea or yours?” she asks.

  “His. It’s a deal he came up with to get me to stay.”

  “I thought you liked what he was doing to you.”

  “I left off the part of the story where I got abducted and drugged before being transported across the state line to New Orleans. And while I was sedated, I was examined by the OB-GYN who cares for his submissives, and an IUD was inserted into my body without my permission.”

  “Oh fuck no.”

  “Oh fuck yes. The bastard is a total control freak. He has to be in charge of everything, and that includes birth control.”

  “That’s some of the craziest shit I’ve ever heard of.”

  “I was so pissed off when I found out that I was on my way out the door, freedom be damned. But then he offered this new deal where I could literally clear my debt and any incriminating evidence in a single key pull. I had to take his deal. And I haven’t regretted that decision yet.”

  “I get why you’re doing it. I’d have great sex with a hot man to stay out of jail too. I don’t know anyone who wouldn’t if faced with those two options.”

  Other women would have judged me and my decision. Probably even slut-shamed me for what I’m doing. But not Avery. And it’s only one of the reasons why I love her so much.

  “I need to start back. I don’t want to be late. Tristan forced me over the dining room table and spanked me the last time I wasn’t on time.”

  “As demented as that sounds, I bet it was hot.”

  “It was—after I got over the shock of it.”

  I point to the Bentley. “This is me.”

  “Whaaat?”

  “He kidnapped me, remember? My car isn’t at his house in New Orleans, so he had to let me drive one of his.”

  “He let you borrow a Bentley?”

  “He’s crazy rich.”

  “Does he have any crazy-rich friends who will kidnap me and force me into submission?”

  “Careful what you ask for with a Dom.”

  21

  Tristan Broussard

  I’m pleased when I see the Bentley in the garage. And relieved. But it has nothing to do with the car. It’s been an all-day struggle to suppress my fear of coming home and finding that Emma Lia didn’t return.

  I don’t knock before entering her bedroom. I can’t; I’m eager to see her. Anxious to confirm that she is, in fact, here.

  I follow the soft sound of music, a romantic and groovy tune by a female singer, and find Emma Lia in the claw-foot tub covered with bubbles to her breasts. She fails to hear me approaching. How do I know? Because she’s singing the song at the top of her lungs like no one is standing here listening.

  The beautiful girl can’t sing worth a damn. It reminds me of terrible karaoke, but her performance is still entertaining.

  “Bebelle,” I whisper.

  She jolts and twists around to look at me in the doorway. “Tristan? You’re home? Oh God. I didn’t realize that I’d been in the bath so long. What time is it?”

  “You’re not late. I’m home early.”

  She places her hands on the rim of the tub. “I’ll get out.”

  “Don’t.” I slip my jacket from my shoulders. “I want to get in with you.”

  Tie. Button-down. Shoes. Socks. Belt. Trousers. Boxers. Her eyes watch every piece of clothing come off of my body. She doesn’t even try to hide her absorption in watching me get naked.

  And I love it. I’m glad she’s not timid about her interest in me.

  Emma Lia. My little submissive.

  The intense satisfaction I feel at that thought is absurd. I sometimes have to remind myself that she’s mine only until fate decides that she isn’t. But I try to not dwell on it.

  I will fuck her and spoil her, and she will satisfy my every desire, no matter how dark and twisted. Mon bebelle will give me every part of herself, and I will devour it. I will take everything that she has to give, and then I will demand more.

  But I will give her what she wants tonight: tender, gentle, sweet. The sadistic Dom inside me is satisfied for now and content. I have no desire to bring pain to her tonight. Only to feel her tremble with pleasure in my arms.

  My cock is rigid and aching with desire, but the hunger is different from what I usually feel with my submissive. My urge is calm, controlled, composed.

  Without my having to ask, Emma Lia scoots forward to make room for me behind her. I step in and lower my body, causing the water and bubbles to rise to her shoulders.

  She relaxes against me, her back pressed to my chest, and releases a blissful sigh. After the shit day that I’ve had, I’m content to sit here with my arms and legs wrapped around her body for a while without saying a word. My brain just needs a fucking break. And as though she senses that need inside of me, she allows my mind to be quiet.

  Neither of us move until I lift my hand and stroke my fingertips over her shoulders peeking out of the bathwater, appreciating her smooth skin, so milky against my darker complexion. My dick aches to move in and out of her, but I’m in no rush. I simply want to enjoy this moment and heighten the anticipa
tion of what’s to come.

  “Your fingers feel good gliding over my wet skin,” she whispers.

  I wrap my arm around her body and cup her buoyant breast in my palm. My Dom instinct is to pinch her nipple and pull down while I twist, but instead I gently caress my thumb back and forth over it.

  “Mmm… that’s nice too.”

  Giving in to a sudden urge, I place my other hand beneath the water and glide it down her stomach. She parts her thighs and I cup my hand between her legs. The rate of her breathing increases and so does the amount of blood pooling in my dick, making the ache in my groin intensify.

  My fingers brush against her pussy, parting her soft lips. I push the tip of my middle finger into her tight opening, using my thumb to massage her sensitive nub at the same time.

  Her tight canal is slick and accepts the intrusion of my finger without protest. The inner walls of her pussy close in around my finger, and my cock jerks in response. He wants that tight pussy to hug him, but he’ll have to wait his turn.

  She moves her hips against my hand, and my finger slides deeper inside her. “Oh, Tristan.”

  “I love hearing you say my name like that. All breathless and excited and desperate.”

  She pulls away and tries to reach for my cock behind her back, but I wrap my hand around her waist and pull her toward me, my erection resting against her back.

  I press my mouth against her ear. “Just lean against me and relax, bebelle. Enjoy my touch without any thoughts about reciprocation. Think only about my hands on your body and how they make you feel.”

  I insert a second finger and move both in and out of her at a slow pace, my thumb stroking her clit at the same rate. Her upper body presses against mine and the back of her head falls against my shoulder. She lifts her arm, wrapping her hand around the back of my head. Her face turns toward mine and without any thought at all I press a kiss to the side of her face.

  “My beautiful doll.” The words slip from my tongue with complete and utter affection. And surprise.

  “I’m going to come, Tristan. I can’t stop.” I hear the doubt in her voice. She’s unsure if I want her to come or not.

  “Let it happen.”

  I hear the intense rapture of her orgasm in her moan. Feel it in her body arching against me and the pulsations around my fingers as she comes apart in my arms. So fucking beautiful.

  A dozen or so vaginal contractions squeeze my fingers, and then her body relaxes. “No man has ever given me orgasms like you have.”

  The mention of her being with other men sparks an emotion that I don’t care for at all. Makes me want to tell her that she is mine now. That her pussy belongs to me and only me. No other man is to touch it. But I say nothing. That’s a discussion for a later time, one that will happen after she sees that she wants to stay and be my submissive beyond the pull of the right key and clearing of her debt.

  “I could stay like this all night with you, but we should get out. Ray will be serving dinner soon.”

  She sits up and scoots forward, allowing me to stand. I reach for the towel she placed next to the tub, but I drop it to the floor when I feel her hand wrap around the base of my dick. “Do you want your cock in my mouth?”

  I told her to not think about reciprocation, but damn, my dick is aching for release. “I’m not turning it down if it’s what you want to do.”

  “Just breathe, Tristan. Enjoy my touch. Only think about your cock in my mouth and how good it feels sliding over my tongue and hitting the back of my throat.”

  Fuck.

  Fuck.

  Fuuuck.

  Emma Lia has a drive to please me. She’s already accepting—I mean truly coming to terms with—my role as her Dom even if she doesn’t realize that it’s happening.

  She moves to kneel before me, licks her lips, and grasps the thick base of my erection in her hand. Her mouth hovers over the tip, letting me feel her warm breath on my cock. Letting me anticipate her warm, wet mouth sliding down on it. Putting me on pins and needles. Making me want it so badly that I’ll do anything to feel her mouth on me.

  She slowly drags her tongue over the tip and then licks every side, base to tip. My whole fucking body convulses when her tongue hits that sensitive spot on the underside of the crown.

  I groan when she tilts her chin upward and takes my whole length in—not something every woman is able to do. “Ohhh… fuck, bebelle. I can feel you taking it down your throat and swallowing around the head.”

  Her head bobs back and forth, her mouth taking my dick in and out. I run my fingers over the back of her hair, petting her. Praising her for a job well done.

  She looks up and our eyes make contact. And fuck, she’s the prettiest little thing I’ve ever seen on her knees sucking me off. And the sight of it all ignites the fuse of my orgasm. “Oh fuck. I’m about to come.”

  She takes my dick out of her mouth. “Give it to me. I want every drop.”

  She opens her mouth and holds out her tongue, pumping my cock and waiting for me to shoot off into her mouth.

  This is the first time that she’s sucked me to the point of coming. I’m not sure what I expected her to do, but I don’t think it was anything quite this dirty. It just adds to the pleasure she’s giving me.

  Several white sticky ropes launch into her mouth, and she holds her mouth open, showing me what my cum looks like on top of her tongue. The image definitely competes with watching my cum leak out of her pussy. “Swallow it.”

  She closes her mouth and her throat slightly bobs. Her mouth opens again and my cum is gone.

  I cradle the side of her face with my hand, rubbing my thumb over her mouth. “That was fucking amazing.”

  She smiles up at me. “I’m glad that you enjoyed it.”

  “I more than enjoyed that.”

  I step out of the tub and fetch the towel on the floor before offering her my hand. “Madam.”

  While gripping her hands, I help her out of the tub and then I wrap the oversized towel around both of us, pressing our wet bodies together. Damn, I love the way her wet breasts feel smashed against my chest.

  She looks at me with such fondness in her eyes, as though I’ve not blackmailed her into being here with me. “What do you want me to wear to dinner?”

  “I don’t know. Let’s go have a look in your closet.”

  My eyes immediately go to a casual cream-colored sundress, reminding me of vanilla. Very fitting for the rest of the night we’re going to have. “I think this will work. Leave your hair in the topknot and skip the makeup with the exception of a peachy-pink lip gloss.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “I’m not Sir or Master tonight. I’m just Tristan when we’re vanilla.”

  Her eyes alight. “I like calling you Tristan.”

  I’ve always preferred Sir in a casual setting, but there’s something about hearing Emma Lia say my name that I enjoy. “I like it too.”

  She rises up on her tiptoes and quickly kisses my mouth. “I’ll be down for dinner as soon as I’m dressed.”

  My immediate thought is that I wouldn’t mind her being late to dinner. And then I remember that I can’t spank her over the dining room table or anywhere else tonight. But tomorrow is a different story.

  Emma Lia is already seated at the table when I come into the dining room. I can’t believe that she beat me down here. “Someone was fast.”

  “It’s easy to be fast when all you have to do is put on a dress and lip gloss.”

  I usually give her a half-hour to get ready for dinner after I direct her on how to look, but she’s just as beautiful this way. “Then perhaps I’ll have you do that more often.”

  I take my seat at the head of the table and Ray comes in, placing on the table a plate in front of each of us. “What’s on the menu tonight?”

  “Shrimp with smoked-Gouda grits.”

  “One of my favorites. You’re going to love this dish, bebelle.”

  “I’m sure that I will. Looks and smells delicio
us.”

  Emma Lia takes a bite and the soft moaning sound that she makes, although triggered by the food, causes my dick to twitch. “Like it?”

  “It’s incredible.” Her tongue darts out to lick her lips. “Mmm… so creamy.”

  Fuck. I wonder if she knows how damn sexy she is even when simply talking about shrimp and grits.

  “I appreciate your returning on time. Did you have a good day?”

  She brings her hand to her mouth and covers it when she replies. “It was great. I was thrilled to spend time with my nana and Avery.”

  “You didn’t see Conrad and Adam?”

  “They’re out of town, but I talk or text with them every day. They check in to make sure that I’m okay.”

  I figured as much. Conrad and Adam love Emma Lia. There’s no way that they’d go without checking up on her.

  “Your nana is well?” I ask.

  “Better now. She’s been worried about me. She was relieved to see for herself that I’m all right.”

  “I’m glad that her mind has been put at ease.”

  Emma Lia grins. “Well, I’m not sure that one could say that it’s at ease. She’s pretty put out with you.”

  “She is, huh?” I can tell that Emma Lia is close to her grandmother by the things that she has told me about her. I can imagine that she would be put out with me.

  “Yes.” She giggles. “She offered to have you taken care of.”

  “Taken care of as in how?” I know exactly what she means, but I think it will be entertaining to hear her explain.

  “Let’s just say that she could call in a favor.” She lifts a brow. “So you might want to watch yourself, Mr. Broussard.”

  I was surprised and mesmerized when Emma Lia told me that her grandmother was a casino dealer and also the one who taught Conrad how to gamble and cheat. That made her a very interesting lady in my book, but that was only a scratch on the surface compared to what I’ve learned about her. “You know, if we were talking about anyone else, I would probably dismiss that statement entirely, but I asked around about your grandmother. I’m not sure if you know this or not, but she has history with the Mafia.”

  Emma Lia stops eating and looks at me. “What kind of history are we talking about?”