The first phase was complete. Braxton was aware, thanks to the slipup from Conner and the phone call from Katarina. The law was on the trail, soon the FBI would arrive, and then the real fun could begin. However, until Landon Michaels and his mod squad arrived, Jack wanted to have a little fun. And fun for him was creating a diversion.
* * * *
“You know, you really don’t look that bad. You actually look mighty pretty,” Conner said. Katarina knew he was trying to ease her pain, but nothing was going to stop her from scowling at him. She had heard some ludicrous ideas before in her life, hell, she could come up with some doozies herself, but this was just too much. When she agreed to help Conner, she didn’t for one second think she would be sitting across from him, in a public diner, wearing a latex cat suit, with five-inch stiletto steel-tipped boots and a freaking mask! She was actually wearing a mask. To add to her embarrassment and shame, she was also collared like an animal, and he held the chain.
Well, if she wanted to get technical, she could handle the collar and the suit, but she couldn’t for the life of her understand why he was wearing a Ringmaster’s costume, complete with tails and a top hat. He looked ridiculous.
“Explain to me again why I am wearing this getup in public?” she asked sternly, grabbing his attention.
“The costumes hide our identity, and because no one will look twice at us here in Celestial. Now, if we were in Treasure Cove, heads would turn, but here, this is actually normal.”
“Normal is a fly on a horse’s ass. This is stupid.”
“Well, it may be stupid, but it’s going to work. Just wait and see,” Conner said, grinning. “Stop fidgeting. You look amazing.”
“This suit is riding up places it shouldn’t,” she griped, tugging at it again. “Maybe you should wear it, since you seemed so keen on it.”
“I tried,” Conner admitted. “I couldn’t zip it up because it squashed my balls, and the shoes pinched my toes.”
“I’m gonna squash your balls if I don’t get out of this thing soon.”
Just then, Katarina watched as a tall, dark-haired man walked into the diner absolutely naked, minus a white Stetson cowboy hat and a holster around his waist. Looking around, nobody seemed to mind the naked man, or that he was in a perpetual state of pre-arousal. “Who in the hell is that?” she whispered, unable to take her eyes off the naked man.
“Oh, that’s Pisces. He’s the sheriff here.”
“But he’s naked,” Kat said quietly, turning to Conner.
“Yeah, he doesn’t like clothes much. Apparently they constrict his aura, and that puts him in a bad mood.” Before she could respond to that, the naked sheriff walked over and sat down next to her as if he were invited. She tried not to look at his cock as it flinched and moved as if it knew it was sitting next to a woman. If she didn’t know any better, she would swear that the sheriff’s dick actually had a mind of its own and was smiling at her.
“Hi, I’m Pisces Aloysius Craven, the sheriff of Celestial, and you can stare at Henry all you want. He won’t mind.”
Snapping her head up, she stared into the palest set of gray eyes she had ever seen. They almost looked ghostly, but when they zeroed on her, she felt captivated. Her breath hitched, and her heart sputtered. The naked sheriff was freaking hot. Blinking, she tried to regain control of her faculties. “Henry?” she asked.
“My dick, my shaft, my love shlong,” he said clearly, as if he were conversing with a Sunday group. “His name is Henry. Don’t worry about him. He isn’t standing up for you, so he’s not interested. Not that you’re not beautiful, because you are. It’s just he’s waiting for something more. But if he does by chance wink at you, be careful, he likes to drool.”
Okay, she had officially heard it all and seen it all. It wasn’t every day that a naked lawman sat down next to her and talked openly about his male appendage as if it were a human being, and it definitely wasn’t every day that a man gave her carte blanche to look at said appendage. Holy hell, she had just walked into the Twilight Zone!
“Pisces,” Conner growled, pulling her chair closer to him. “She’s ours.”
Grabbing her Diet Coke, Katarina concentrated on sipping the cold soda through the straw, and tried desperately not to think of other things she could be sucking on instead.
“Pity, my whip would look so pretty against her soft, creamy skin.” He sighed.
“Get over it and move on, dude. Besides, I thought you were seeing Capri, or was it Charity?” Conner asked.
Shuddering, the sheriff frowned. “Neither. Those women are dangerous. I was with Dawn for a bit, but she couldn’t handle my morning wake-up routine. Then it was Athena, but she loved herself more than me. I thought about asking Moonbeam out, but she’s still cresting over Fawn.”
“Sorry, man. So, did you find the stuff I asked for?”
“Yeah, Apollo has it over at the Rainbow Room. He said you could come by after the club closes to pick it up. Oh, and before I forget, Braxton did exactly as you thought he would. Word went out over the wire about an hour ago.”
“What word?” Katarina asked, trying to figure out what they were talking about. She had lived in Treasure Cove long enough to hear about the town Celestial and its eccentric residents, but never had the chance to witness any of it or them until now. Moreover, all the rumors she had heard were true. This town was really out there.
“The word about my mom. I called Pisces and gave him the heads-up. Which reminds me, how is she doing?” Conner asked, taking her hand and kissing her fingers. Something in the way his tongue swirled and licked at the tips had her body responding quickly. He was attentive and very observant to the point of madness, yet he was gentle and sweet about it. He didn’t hover over her, but somehow he just knew when she felt left out, and included her.
“Oh, she’s having a blast with Miz Raven and Honeysuckle, though Rambler and Georgia weren’t too happy about it, but Miz Raven handed over a case of her purple drink, and they soon forgot all about it. So, how long do I keep quiet this time?”
“Until Braxton shows with the feds. Rafe just texted and said Landon is on his way with a new trainee. They should be here sometime tomorrow.”
“Conner, you do know that no one here in Celestial harbors your mom any ill will. As far as we are concerned, she was justified in what she did. No one here would say anything different.”
“I know that, Pisces, and thanks for saying it anyway. However, this isn’t just about what happened seven years ago anymore. This is about much more, and until we can get to the bottom of it and figure out what evidence the FBI has, we won’t know which card to play next.”
“So in the meantime, it’s deflect and confuse.”
“Yep.”
“Good times.” Pisces smiled.
Conner never let go of her hand. By the time they stopped talking, Katarina was in a world of sex, sin, and ecstasy. Her body hummed nicely, and the juncture between her legs was so wet. The latex was making her sweat. She needed to get up and excuse herself to the bathroom before she made a scene. Yet, when she tried to remove her hand from Conner’s, he tightened his hold. He was doing something to her hand. He was stroking it as a tongue stroked a pussy, and just when she couldn’t stand it anymore, he pressed a nerve in the palm of her hand and she erupted right there in the middle of the diner. Trying desperately to contain herself, she tried to breathe deeply through the waves of pleasure he has just given her. Her heart raced, and all she wanted to do was scream everything out.
“Excuse me for a minute, Pisces,” she vaguely heard Conner say, before he grabbed her head and gave her one of the most searing kisses she had ever had. His tongue gave no quarter as it swooped in and delved deep, robbing her of the last bit of air she had in her lungs. She felt dizzy as if she was falling into some dark, uncharted territory, as if somehow his lips sealed her to him and his brothers. She couldn’t explain it, but it was exciting, and new. Slowly he released her. “I think we need some privacy,�
�� he whispered, kissing her lips once more.
Her brain was addled as she simply nodded in agreement.
Chapter Seven
Conner couldn’t get her to the room fast enough. Quickly saying good-bye to a laughing Pisces, they left The Crystal Tumbler and literally ran across the street to the Best Lay Hotel. Conner had already secured them a room, and without any hassle, they hopped in the first elevator that was vacant, and he pushed a button for floor thirteen. It didn’t take long for the doors to close, and he was on her again. Devouring her lips as he hauled her against the elevator wall, he gripped her ass, spreading her legs as pushed his stiff cock toward her heat. “God, I can’t wait to stick my cock in you.”
“That’s funny,” Katarina said, grabbing his hair and yanking it back so she could look him square in the eye. “Because I thought I had to give you permission first, slave.”
Shocked, Conner slowly lowered her leg back to the ground. No one had ever called him that, ever. Oh, he had been with dominant women before, but none of them had ever taken control so fast. His cock pushed hard against his pants, straining to break free. He wanted her so badly he was willing to do anything she asked. He only prayed she was gentle with him. He needed to learn her ways, to get to know her looks. But most importantly, he needed to learn how to please his new Mistress, because by the end of tonight, she would be his.
“Tell me you don’t want this, Conner, and I will stop,” she whispered close to his earlobe. Then if her soft voice wasn’t erotic enough, he felt her tongue lick his ear. Shivers of excitement barreled through him in anticipation. Oh yeah, he so wanted this. Keeping his mouth closed, he lowered his head and stood there, waiting for her to tell him what to do.
“Take the collar off my neck and place it around yours. Then hand me the chain.”
With shaky hands, Conner did exactly as she requested. When he placed the leash in her hand, she smiled. The doors to the elevator dinged open, and before he could do anything, she walked forward, pulling him along as if she owned him.
It was finally happening. He knew he was right about her. From the moment he laid eyes on the tall, curvy, raven-haired beauty, he knew she was the one for him. There was just something about looking into her vibrant blue eyes that drew him to her like birds to a flock. She was his dream girl, and now it was his turn to taste her delights. He couldn’t wait to see what she had in store for him. He was pretty much open to anything, though he was a little apprehensive when it came to certain things. He knew what he wanted, and that was solely to submit to her. He trusted her, though only knowing her for a short few days, but he did. He couldn’t explain it. It was more of a feeling deep in his gut that told him, whatever she would do, she wouldn’t hurt him.
“The key, slave,” she said, stopping at the door to their suite. Reaching into his pocket, he handed it to her. God he hoped she liked the room he got for them. When he had called Moon Goddess and requested something special, his longtime friend laughed and told him that she would see to it that he and his brothers had everything they needed for their stay at the Best Lay Hotel. Conner knew that Moon Goddess wouldn’t let them down, and walking into the room, he saw that she hadn’t.
“Well,” Katarina said. “I think this room will suit us just fine.”
The room was something out of a medieval dungeon. Dark and mysterious, the room was bathed in a low glow from the wall sconces that hung meticulously placed around the room. The walls were dark, almost shimmering, draped in black silk. Chains and shackles hung from the walls, ready at a moment’s notice. Several instruments of torture, like whips, floggers, and canes lay out on wooden table. A large fire burned off to the right with dark leather chairs facing the bed. The remaining furniture in the room was wood, hard and unforgiving. Some of the pieces he had never seen before and had no clue what they were used for, but the bed, the bed itself took center stage. A massive piece made of dark wood glistened against the fire, making the bed look as if it were on fire also. The black silk sheets on the bed, pulled back, looked inviting. Yet, in the middle of the bed was an ornate wooden box, encrusted with jewels that drew both their attentions.
“Undress and then go stand at the foot of the bed so I can inspect you,” she ordered, moving toward the bed. Doing as he was told, Conner swiftly removed his clothing, but never took his eyes off her. She walked over to the bed and lifted the lid on the box. The smile that appeared on her face was so sensual Conner thought he would come right there on the spot. However, when she pulled a black leather cock from the box with straps attached, his cock deflated just a bit. What in the hell was that? Moreover, why did she look like the cat that ate the canary?
Turning to him, she said, “Slave?”
“Yes,” he replied warily.
“Have you ever had your ass played with?”
“No. I’m not gay.”
“Of course you’re not, Conner. I was talking about by a woman. Has a woman ever played with your ass?”
“No.”
“Are you opposed to the idea?”
“I don’t know. I’ve never done it.”
“Then let’s find out.” She smiled.
* * * *
Emotion after emotion played across Conner’s face, so much so that Katarina wanted to giggle. He was a sweet, gentle man who basically wanted someone to love him just as he was. She got that, because she felt the same way. However, there were things about them both that leaned toward the taboo, and though some people were hesitant, she was not. In fact, she was more interested in seeing just how far his kink went and what he would willingly allow her to do to him. His brother Brannon didn’t mind some perversion and dressing up as a puppy, but that was about as far as he went. Jack would never allow her to do to him what she wanted to do with Conner. Therefore, that just left Conner himself, and she couldn’t wait to test his resistance.
Purring with delight, she walked toward the end of the bed and looked him over. He was devilishly handsome, with his boyishly good looks, sandy hair, and piercing blue eyes. Muscular, with not a stitch of hair anywhere on his body, and she licked her lips, eager to taste him. His cock, hard and straight, was thick and long, almost touching his belly button. A pearly drop of creamy liquid oozed from the bulbous head. Her mouth watered.
“Kneel on the bed, knees bent, face down, ass in the air,” she ordered.
Conner quietly did as requested. Once he was kneeling on the bed, leaning forward with forehead and shoulders against the mattress, his bottom arched high into the air. His legs spread wide, exposing his genitals and the dark pink of his anus. “Very nice,” she whispered, running her hand over his backside, skimming his heavy balls.
Conner moaned.
She walked slowly around the bed then sat behind him, gently stroking his back as she spoke to him. “You are beautiful, Conner. Did you know that? I’m very pleased with your appearance. I hope that you make a good pet for me. I can be a very generous, loving, and rewarding Mistress.” She spoke softly, tracing her fingertips in slow circles upon his back, moving down his spine with each movement. The cleft of his buttocks was wildly intoxicating. Conner had an amazing body. Every limb muscled and sculpted. He was a true joy to look at, but a pleasure to touch.
She loved this part of her job, as she taught a submissive the enjoyments of pleasure through touch. Most men she knew were too impatient and just wanted to get down to the fucking, but when a submissive was in her care, she was in charge, she controlled every aspect, and she enjoyed every moment. Conner’s cock strained, begging for its release. By the time she was done with him, he would learn what real control was, and until he mastered that aspect, he would be asking her for his releases, and God help him if he ignored her.
Conner clinched as her fingers idly played with the rim of his anus. “You have such a gorgeous ass, did you know that? I bet it’s tight, hot, and velvety smooth. Do you want to be my pet, my personal fuck-toy, Conner? Because if you do, I am going to fill you with my own thick hard cock as o
ften as I please. If I am pleased, I will permit you treats, to take my pussy into your mouth, to come, and even to make love to me. Do you understand what I am asking? Do you want me to be your Mistress, Conner?”
Conner turned his head to look at her. His eyes glittered with lust as he replied, “Yes, yes I do.”
“Good.” She smiled, getting up from the bed. “Now, I want you to stay exactly where you are until I return. And when I do, I will have a surprise for you.”
“Okay,” he whispered.
Katarina grabbed the wooden box from the bed and headed into the bathroom. Shutting the door, she removed the latex outfit, relieved to finally to be able to breathe again. She should have been used to wearing such outfits, because she wore them all the time at the Pleasure Cave, but this one was constricting to the point of pain. Slipping the blue silk, jewel-encrusted corset and stockings from the box, she took her time putting the items on. Letting down her hair, she brushed it until it flowed around her like a cape. She loved her hair. Her one indulgence she never felt shy about spending money on. Her hair was long, black, and wavy. As she slipped her feet into the matching pair of blue heels with ankle straps, she stood and grabbed the last piece of clothing in the box. Smiling, she quickly put it on, and looked at herself in the mirror.
She was stunning, exotic, and she knew that Conner was going to come the moment he saw her. She had heard his little nickname from his brothers, and after spending time with him, she knew what it was that would make him putty in her hands. Tonight, she was acquiring a new pet. She never thought of herself as a bird person, but looking at herself in the mirror, she understood what Conner saw in the species.
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