by Mina Carter
Table of Contents
Copyright
Submitting to the Captain
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
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Copyright
Copyright 2014 Mina Carter
Cover Art by Mina Carter
Published by Blue Hedgehog Press: Dec 2014.
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Submitting to the Captain
By Mina Carter
Chapter One
Her home had become a prison. Heart pounding, Vanessa slipped out a side door under the cover of darkness. It closed behind her with a soft click and cut off the sounds of revelry within.
Jacob would be furious that she’d avoided his party, but she found his friends as bad as her brother himself. All brown-nosing sycophants crowded around the one they deemed the most influential among them. Every time they looked at her, lust-filled gazes raking her body and making her nauseous, she hated Jacob all the more.
Since he’d become Alpha, the pack was not a good place to be. Respected older members, friends of her father and those who had the experience to advise the pack Alpha, had been banished from the pack house. It seemed the only advice Jacob wanted was his own.
Vanessa sighed. The problem was he wouldn’t make a decent pack Alpha as long as he had a hole in his ass. Even she could see that, and she’d been brought up as a trophy mate, destined to decorate the arm of the Master of the City. A plan that had been royally fucked when he picked another woman, for which Vanessa was eternally grateful. Especially considering the text she had received earlier.
Meet me at the South gate, 8pm. Dress sexy.
It wasn’t signed, but it didn’t need to be. Even if she didn’t know that the number was Jace’s, the tone would have tipped her off. Jace Trenton was Captain of the City Guard, bodyguard and right-hand man of the Master himself. Like Veyr, he’d come from the city’s fight clubs, a fighter with a terrible reputation, one almost as ferocious as the Master’s. The strong, silent and brooding type, few would dare cross him.
In fact, rumors abounded through the court about him. Ladies twittered over his looks, his fighting ability, and his body. They speculated what he would be like in bed. An animal who would tear their clothes off and fuck them senseless before they were through the door. Vanessa kept quiet during such conversations. She knew what he was like in bed. Heat rolled through her body, nipples beading to attention and pussy clenching at the memory of her night in his bed.
Tied to his bed…
Tied and taken.
Something she hoped would happen again, more than once. And soon. Maybe tonight, if this meant what she thought it meant. He’d ordered her to dress sexy, so she had. Her classic little black dress was that bit too tight. Too tight to wear out in public, it lurked at the back of her wardrobe, but tonight she would not be in public. Along with the text, Jace had also sent a link. It had been one from the website of an exclusive club in the south side of town.
Midnight pleasures, a sensual experience for the distinguished gentleman. A sex club. One the same women who twittered over Jace spoke about in hushed, excited tones. It was a place filled with sexual delights, where nothing was off-limits. Bondage, voyeurism, multiple partners… You name it, it happened. She wasn’t an idiot, he’d sent her the link for a reason.
He’d already tied her up and fucked her, and the thought of him doing that in front of other people turned her on all more. Forbidden thoughts flitted through her mind. Perhaps he would want to go further than just letting others watch…
She shivered and moved away from the door, eager to get to their meeting place. As expected at this time of night, the gardens were dark. The pale light of the moon overhead filtered through passing clouds, but with the hood of her black coat up to conceal her blonde hair she passed through the gardens like a wraith.
She knew the path to the South gate, could walk it in her sleep. The garden passed in a blur of shadows and patches of moonlight. Full moon wasn’t for a week, but she still felt the pull on the wolf buried inside her, the lunar cycle and her own arousal making the creature lift its head. It liked Jace, liked his Wolf, but she had to be careful. This thing between them was just sex. She couldn’t afford to be around him during a mating moon. Her pheromones combined with a full moon and his Wolf would drive him to Mark her. Take her to mate…
Weakness hit her knees as she reached the gate, forcing her to reach out and clutch at the cold stone to keep her balance. The idea of Jace taking her to mate was seductive, alluring. He’d make a good mate, strong and protective, attentive and caring. He even liked sex the way she liked it, kinky and dirty. It would be a perfect match.
And the instant he marked her, Jacob would have him killed. Not in a challenge fight or anything legal like that, but gunned down in a back alley somewhere by thugs using silver bullets. As much as they might try and get away from their heritage, werewolves would always be susceptible to silver.
She straightened up and put the thought from her mind. It wouldn’t happen. Jacob wouldn’t have Jace killed because he would never know about this. Her heart ached, but she knew it was the way it had to be. This had to remain a secret…
One she would treasure for a lifetime. Her steps measured, she added a sway in her hips as she walked through the gate. She need not have bothered. There was a car waiting for her as she’d expected, but she was the sole passenger. Jace was not in the car. Sliding into the back seat, she gathered herself to give instructions to the driver, but the glass partition was raised and the car pulled away as soon as she’d shut the door.
She sat back, content to say nothing. Jace had apparently arranged the evening down to the last detail. The journey into town was quick and uneventful, apart from her increasing heart rate. The too-tight dress, while making the most of her attributes, meant that she was forced to sit neatly with her knees together.
She worried at the edges of the lace at the hemline with her fingertips. Would he like it…the way she was dressed? The black lace shift dress was saved from being demure by its high hem, one that only just covered her ass, the lace just skimming her thighs and barely covering the tops of her stockings. What would he say when he realized she wore nothing except the suspender belt beneath?
The low neckline would have been scandalous for a full busted woman, but she’d made the best of the situation with a push-up bra. Now, instead of appearing as flat as a pancake, a generous cleavage threatened to spill over the lace.
The car pulled to a stop outside a non
descript door on a backstreet. Relief washed over her and she smiled at the driver as he held her door open. Jace had tried to ensure she hadn’t been seen, a fact that in her precarious situation she appreciated. Not having been born to it, she hadn’t expected him to understand the intricate politics of the court, but it was a relief he knew some things couldn’t be changed. Not without blood and tears.
She nodded to the driver and looked at the door in front of her. Her hood was still up to conceal her face, but there was no one on the street to see her. Neither was there a knocker on the door or any other way to signal to anybody inside she required entry. She was about to turn to ask the driver when the door swung open in front of her.
She took a step forward, intending to announce herself, but the hulking figure just inside the doorway made the words dry up in her throat. It wasn’t a man, it was a mountain. His scent reached out and wound around her. Okay, a wolf mountain. Hell, she’d had no idea that Lycans could get so big.
“The Captain is waiting for you,” he rumbled, his voice so low her ears ached.
With no idea what to say, she just nodded and stepped through the doorway, turning left in the direction he indicated. Her eyes adjusted to the semi darkness, the corridor ahead of her dimly lit after the relative brightness of the streetlamps outside. Her steps, which had rung out against the asphalt outside, were muffled by the thick carpet underfoot. That, along with the elegant plasterwork and detailed wallpaper, screamed elegance and money. It was nothing less than she’d expected, given the club’s reputation.
The corridor wasn’t long, with a door at the end. It was open so she walked through to find herself in a large room. Couches were set in alcoves along the walls. Several were occupied, some empty, and a few had thick curtains drawn across. They weren’t lit so she couldn’t see what went on within. The brief flashes of limbs and movement were enough to give her a good guess.
Men and women walked between the tables in the center of the room. Some were dressed in uniform and carried trays, obviously the wait staff. The rest were not staff. Nor some of them dressed.
Her steps faltered as she watched one, large male walk across the room. Shirt-less, he wore leather pants that fit him like a second skin tucked into boots. But it wasn’t his clothes that drew her attention. In his hand, he carried what looked like a paddle.
She bit her lip, instant heat flooding her body, and watched him as he crossed to one alcove. Within there was no couch, but instead some kind of bench. Over it was bent a naked woman, ass in the air. She wasn’t alone. In front of her stood a man almost as big as the one she’d watched walk across the room, his groin in her face and her lips wrapped around his cock.
“Oh my,” Vanessa lifted her hand to cover her mouth, her eyes widening when the first man joined them.
Instead of using the paddle as she’d suspected, although the redness on the woman’s ass showed it had already been used, he dropped it on a nearby table and took position behind the bound woman. Her breathing caught in her throat as he released his cock, thick and flushed, to rub it against the woman’s pussy lips. Her moan of pleasure was audible from where Vanessa stood. She watched, riveted, as his cock glistened in the light, coated with evidence of the woman’s excitement. Dipping his knees, he lined up the head of his cock with her cunt and drove inside in one deep movement. She cried out, the sound muffled by the other guys cock and pushed back as much as her bonds would allow.
“You like what you see?” A deep voice rumbled from behind made Vanessa jump, but just as quickly she relaxed. Jace. His voice and scent were unmistakable. “Because that will be you in half an hour.”
Chapter Two
She turned and Jace sucked in a hard breath. The black coat with its deep hood concealed her slender frame and her long blonde hair, but what he could see of her face took his breath away. From the first moment he’d seen her, he’d thought she was the most beautiful woman on the planet. Slender, with just a hint of lithe curves, the scent of her Wolf wrapped around her, mingling with her expensive perfume to create an erotic, alluring scent that had his cock punching to full mast within his pants.
Her eyes were wide, but darkened with desire. Her breathing shortened and caught as she looked up at him. That she felt out of place was evident, her nervousness almost palpable and the need to protect rose in him. That was the problem when he was around her. He wanted to fuck her senseless, his cock pounding into her over and over. At the same time though he wanted to wrap her in his arms and protect her from the world and anything that might hurt her.
His cock jerked in his pants, reminding him where they were. Protection could wait. She was here. She’d accepted his invitation. He hadn’t been sure she would, especially with the link he’d sent with his text. Even after their last white-hot encounter, he still didn't know if she was into the same things he was. Perhaps, it had been a little bit of fun for her, nothing more. Which would suck, big time, since all he wanted to do now he had her in front of him was to do it all again.
She didn’t look scared though. Instead, her eyes sparkled with anticipation, her gaze sliding to the side when the noises from the alcove where Miranda, a club regular, was being fucked.
“Really?” Her voice was low, husky with desire, the sound made his already hard cock ache to be inside her. Her lip trembled as she spoke again. “In front of everybody?”
He allowed a small smile the curve his lips as her gaze wandered down over his body. Unlike at court, here he dressed differently. The suit was gone, replaced by a pair of leather pants and heavy boots. Unlike some of his contemporaries, he preferred to dress plainly. No harness or leather-work for him.
“I was thinking of something a little more…private,” he admitted, sweeping an arm to the side and showing she should follow him. She did without protest, but he couldn’t help a little glance down. Her coat was modest, shrouding her from shoulders to just below the knee, allowing him a glimpse of her legs—stocking-clad he hoped—neat ankles and dainty feet.
He led her out of the main room, enjoying the lustful glances cast her way from many of the men, and even some of the women. She was gorgeous, so beautiful she made his heart ache, she was all his. To do with as he pleased, although he did not understand what he had done to be granted such a boon.
But God, he sure as hell planned on capitalizing on that privilege tonight.
She said nothing, merely followed him down a short corridor to one of the private rooms. He pushed open the door, remaining silent as she walked past him to enter the room. Like the main hall, it was decorated in sumptuous shades of burgundy, with dark wood and leather furniture laid out like a sitting room. But this was no ordinary sitting room. On one side, in another alcove, was a large four-poster bed. Straps and other trappings decorated its posts. Ones he knew she’d seen when her breathing faltered.
“Let me take this for you.” He moved forward, reaching for her coat. She complied without protest, undoing it and letting him slide it from her shoulders. This time it was his turn to have breathing problems. He had told her to dress sexy…but fucking hell, he hadn’t expected the result that stood in front of him.
Her hair was caught up in a messy pleat, long tendrils loose to frame her delicate face. The up-do emphasized her slender neck as it flowed into shoulders bared by the strapless design of her dress. A dress that ended just below her ass, to reveal the lacy tops of her stockings and the clips of her suspender belt.
“Fuck me,” he whispered in awe.
She cast a glance over her shoulder and smiled. “I rather thought that was the point of the night.”
“Sassy wench. You’ll pay for that,” he told her in a rough voice, turning to hang the coat on the hook by the door. A domestic task, but he needed the space, even for just a second, to get himself under control. If not, he’d fall on her like a ravening beast, and take what he wanted. When he wanted. As hard as he wanted. As many times as he wanted.
Sucking a deep breath in, he turned back around,
mask back in place. He folded his arms, looked her up and down, and allowed everything he planned to do to her tonight to flow through his mind. If he weren't already hard, painfully so, he would be now.
“Turn around,” he ordered. “Show yourself off. Let me see what I’m getting tonight.”
Without a word, she did as ordered, her movements delicate and graceful. Just watching her turned him on even more. The strapless dress was black lace, as were her stockings and suspender belt. She did a full turn and faced him again. Her expression was shy, yet mischievous, and she looked up at him through her bangs.
“You like what you see?”
Fucking hell yeah, he liked what he saw all right. The words dried up in his throat, and all he could do was manage a nod. She smiled and his cock jerked in response.
“Oh good. I was worried you wouldn’t like it.” She bit her lip, and all Jace wanted to do was storm across the distance between them and crushed her mouth beneath his. Only iron discipline kept him where he was. “You don’t look sure,” she added, registering his lack of movement. “Perhaps this will convince you.”
She turned and his attention was hijacked by the length of her slender legs. His gaze traveled up stocking-clad limbs up to her ass. The lace hem of the dress had ridden higher with her movement, up past the stocking tops until its edge rested halfway on her butt.
She wasn’t wearing any panties.
“Holy…” He broke off the curse before the rest escaped his lips. His cock wasn’t so forgiving and pulsed painfully against its leather confines. Fucking hell, he was so hard he would end up with zipper marks along his dick.
His control broke, propelling him across the gap between them. His knees hit the carpet before rational thought kicked in, but by then his hands were on her hips and his tongue parted her pussy lips.
She tasted divine. Salty-sweet, musky arousal. He growled in the back of his throat and plunged his tongue deep into her cunt, determined to gather up every last drop of her cream. She moaned, the soft, breathy sounds almost taking him over the edge there and then. His fingers dug into her hips to hold her in place as he feasted on the delicious treat she’d revealed to him.
