“See how content she looks to simply be at his feet, savoring his touch and enjoying a quiet moment?”
Angie eyed the woman closely, her face was lovely in its tranquility. She took in the gold and diamond choker around her neck with interest.
“I expected a slave to wear a heavy leather collar or chains, spikes even.”
“Often that’s true, but some of the Masters, like Allen there, have taken to custom-made jeweled collars so that their slaves can wear them every day. Christy wears hers to PTA meetings and no one ever suspects that their president willingly kneels at her husband’s feet.”
“For real?” Her voice rose with surprise. These were people who lived ordinary lives when they cast of their leather and cuffs.
“For real,” Dan echoed back, amused. “Come on.” He grinned as he hooked an arm around her neck. “It’s time for shock and awe, newbie. Let’s tour the stations.”
*****
He focused his gaze on the bouncing cheeks of the sub bent over before him, savoring the tight pussy that gripped his cock each time he plunged deep. The drag of her velvety heat, which clung to him like it never wanted to let him go upon every withdrawal, was equally as pleasant. Although nothing felt as good as a warm, willing pussy, he was distracted. T cracked open one lid and considered the reason why. Her Dom, did the man ever shut up?
From the beginning, Edward had coached his sub through nearly every step of the scene, but when it came to the blow job it became incessant. “Slow down, it’s not a race,” was followed by a demand to go faster the next minute. His order to “add more tongue” preceded “harder”, “lick my balls” and “more suction”. Poor sub. He didn’t know how she focused on anything. Most subs would have called a safeword and ended the scene, some bolder ones would have long since told him to go fuck himself and he wouldn’t have blamed them. Emily had patience, he’d give her that.
As good as it felt, he was nearly ready to end the annoying scene himself, yet he needed to get off, badly. The couple had been seeking a third, the sub interested in being topped by two Doms and taking both their cocks at once. Always up for a threesome, T had been happy to oblige, though he hadn’t expected nonstop yapping as part of the scene. Honestly, the man needed a gag.
T’s eyes wandered to the nearby stations, searching for another scene to distract him so he could block out the constant stream of commands. As he scanned the offerings, he took note of a paddle bouncing off the fleshy cheeks of a sub in the stocks nearby—nice, still he wanted more. He paused at the M/m scene at the bondage frame across the way solely because it was unique, the top was creating an intricate clothespin design on his bottom’s balls and inner thighs. Interesting, but that certainly wouldn’t push him over the edge. A female pair at the chain station bore watching. The Domme was lightly working a flogger up her sub’s legs held wide by a spreader bar. She was concentrating her strokes on the girl’s inner calves, moving steadily up to her thighs, lashing the tender inner surface. When she reached her pussy, the lips splayed wide by a spreader, he listened appreciatively to the sub’s cries of pleasure as the Domme changed the angle and began flicking the tails directly on her quivering pink flesh.
A sub with a fantastic ass in a bright blue skirt caught his eye as she walked by, blocking his view of the culminating scene. Damn! He wasn’t ever going to come at this rate.
Switching his focus exclusively to the blue clad behind, he scanned down her long shapely legs taking in slender bare feet with matching blue toenails. Tracking back up, he zeroed in on the ass again, visually caressing it as she bent slightly forward, exposing the lower curves of her firm cheeks below the extremely short hem of her skirt. Even clothed, this woman was impressive. He imagined her bent all the way over, fingers clasping her ankles as he pulled up the tight band of fabric, baring every inch of her creamy globes. Bingo. He felt the pleasant tingle in his balls that foretold his impending orgasm. Moving upward, he took in the smoothness of her bare lower back. While facing away from him, he couldn’t see her breasts, though his imagination had no problem filling in full tits that would fill his big hands to overflowing. He moved his cock faster in the hot, wet, clenching passage in front of him as he pictured plunging his hand into her long brown hair and gripping it in a fist as he rode her to completion.
Despite his impending climax, something about the woman struck him as familiar. As he looked on, still driving deep, the Dom at her side moved his hand to her lower back. His eyes flicked to the man. Dano. He mentally high fived his friend.
Good work, old man, but damn you for scooping her up first.
He continued to watch the sub in blue while he drove harder and faster into the warm, willing, eager woman in front of him. Her greedy cunt clamped down on him, broadcasting her orgasm was near as well. The Dom’s commands had thankfully changed into grunts and groans, which were far better than his annoying demands. T knew he was close to his end too.
He pumped into her harder, willing the heat roiling in his balls to hang on another minute, wanting to see the sub in blue’s face as he came. He knew she would be gorgeous, big brown eyes and long silky lashes. Full pouty pink lips that would open eagerly for his cock.
Unfortunately, it had been entirely too long and the image of his hard dick driving into blue skirt’s mouth, stretching and filling it to capacity as she looked up at him from her knees, sent him hurling beyond the point of no return. His hands curled into Emily’s hips as he slammed into her cunt and came hard.
Dan shifted and they were on the move. It was then he saw her face.
“What the fuck?” His curse rumbled across the scene area and beyond.
For the first time in the past twenty minutes, his co-Dom shut up, though it only lasted for a second. He had come too, sweat pouring off his ruddy face, his chest heaving as he sucked in air, still he had enough left to ask, “Is there a problem?”
“No,” T bit back abruptly, needing to end the scene now and find out what in the hell Angela Hixson was doing at his club dressed in PVC, acting like a sub while clinging to Dan, and taking a tour around the main circuit. Fuck me!
He pulled out, quickly ditched the condom and asked the other Dom hoarsely, “You got aftercare, Ed?”
Still struggling for breath, he nodded. “Right, um… sure, T. I got her.”
As an afterthought, he patted the sub’s hip. “You were a very good girl, beautiful.”
“Thank you, Master T.” She was practically purring with contentment, clearly satisfied. “Maybe, if there’s a next time, you and Ed can switch positions.”
He nodded vaguely, although she couldn’t see. While fastening up his leathers, he searched for Dan and Angie in the crowd. They couldn’t have gone far. As tall as he was, T easily located Dan first. He inclined his head in approval, obviously having witnessed the scene. It dawned on him, that if he had seen, then so had Angie.
Shifting his gaze, he took instant notice of the stunned look on her pale face. Of course, she’d be shocked, having lived vanilla for all these years and denying her inner submissive, she surely hadn’t ever seen anyone she knew having sex, let alone in public and three at a time.
As he watched, her eyes dipped to his hands, which were still doing up the buttons on his fly. Her attention shifted to the naked sub still tied to the bench. She stared for a moment, then her gaze skidded away, although not quickly enough for him to miss her wounded expression. She turned to say something to Dan. The experienced Dom nodded, bent to whisper something in her ear, earning him a small smile as he guided her down the circuit of stations.
After coming hard, he should be relaxed and in a good mood. Instead, volatile emotions churned in his gut. Disbelief, regret, shame—when was the last time he’d been ashamed of his lifestyle?—and anger.
Dammit! Why was she here? She shouldn’t be. And why the hell was she with Dan? He glanced at the couple in the concluded scene and saw that the Dom had his sub well in hand, had released her and was helping her from the
bench. Clearly, he was done here and without giving them another thought, stepped beyond the velvet ropes. He had only one thing on his mind now, finding out what the fuck was going on with Angie.
*****
Claiming a headache she didn’t have, Dan led her down a back hall past the restrooms to a small employee lounge.
“Technically, I’m not supposed to bring you back here, but for a sip of water and a few aspirin, there isn’t any sense returning to the bar.”
“Would it be all right if we called it a night?” To her dismay, her voice broke slightly.
“Hurts that bad, huh?”
As he handed her two aspirin and a glass of water, she felt a small twinge for her little white lie, really only needing a quiet moment to regroup. She didn’t know T was back in town so the sight of him as he took another woman from behind was staggering, like a sucker punch to the chin.
“I get migraines sometimes.” She offered this as an excuse as Dan watched her closely. It was true, although the pain was more localized to her chest, at the moment, or more specifically her heart. “I’ll make sure to bring my prescription with me from here on out. It usually works in thirty minutes.”
“Decadence can be pretty overwhelming the first time out of the gate.”
She glanced up into his dark eyes, both clear and full of understanding, and realized she hadn’t fooled him one bit.
“You got a taste tonight. Go home, process what you saw and in the morning we’ll discuss it. Tomorrow, we’ll have to push for more, though. We don’t have much time before we head out to L.A.” He took the empty glass from her trembling fingers, clasped her hand and pulled her out into the hall once again.
“I’ll be ready for more tomorrow. Thank you for being as patient as time allows.”
“No worries, kid. We’ll leave by the back exit up ahead. It leads to where I parked.”
“Dano, hold up.”
He stopped at the sound of his name and turned, while Angie only stopped. She knew who it was without looking.
Dan filled the silence as T walked down the long, dimly lit hallway toward them. “Good to see you back, T.”
“I’m glad to be back. It was an exhausting few months. I didn’t expect to be gone so long. My last skip was more adept at getting lost than I expected, but I love a challenge.”
Angie stood stiffly by, her gaze on the floor. Would she ever be able to look at him again and not see him half naked, a thin sheen of sweat over his cut chest and abs that rippled hypnotically as he slammed repeatedly into the lucky recipient of his more than generous cock.
She stopped her moment of self-flagellation right there. It accomplished nothing.
As she stood awkwardly by, trying to maintain her composure, Angie prayed he wouldn’t talk to her. Hoping he needed something from Dan instead and was the reason why he’d pursued them.
“I wanted to check on Angie.” Dammit! No such luck. “The last time I saw her, she wasn’t feeling so hot.”
Feeling both men’s attention, she answered, reluctantly. Although she didn’t quite meet T’s gaze, focusing on his firm chin instead.
“I’m good. I was released back to work a few weeks ago.”
“She works for Rossi now, T. Did you hear?”
“Yeah, I found out today.”
Another silence. Dan shifted this time. “You know, I left my keys in security. If you’re good here with T, Ang, I’ll run up and grab them. I’ll pick up your shoes on my way back.” To T, he asked, “You got a few minutes to watch her for me, man?”
“I don’t need a keeper, Dan.”
“You do at Club Decadence, babe. You’re uncollared, which means you’re fair game for any greedy Dom.”
Babe? Where had that come from? Having never heard it from him before, she threw him a quizzical glance, but he was watching T, awaiting his response.
T’s voice was low, as he replied. “You go on. I’ll stick with her.”
With a nod, Dan squeezed her shoulder. “Be back in a few.”
She wanted to beg him not to leave her with him, but wouldn’t that look just grand? A female operative at Rossi, supposedly tough and capable, begging her trainer to hold her hand. As she watched him stride quickly down the long hall, disappearing behind a door at the end, she fervently hoped he wouldn’t be gone long.
“Why did you quit the force? I heard they made a clean sweep and brought in new administration.”
“The whole Stapleton fiasco left a bad taste in my mouth.”
“I get it. A dirty cop is bad, but when it’s the chief and his minions infiltrate the entire force—” His voice trailed off. She knew where he was headed all the same. The SAPD had been seriously fucked over by Stapleton. “Cap was pleased you hired on, I’m sure. He’s been interested in adding a female operative for some time.”
“Yeah, he told me that too.” She studied the pattern in the floor tile, looking anywhere other than at him.
“I was surprised to see you here. How long have you and Ogilvie been seeing each other?”
“Um…” Of course he would think that, only Cap, Dex, Eric in LA, she and Dan knew what was going on. Cap had insisted they keep it under wraps since many of the San Antonio members interacted with those in LA, some had memberships at both clubs. Feeling decidedly uncomfortable, her eyes darted away.
“We’ve been together a few weeks. He’s my trainer at Rossi.”
“Is mixing business with pleasure a good idea?”
She stiffened at his disapproving tone, While gearing up to give him what for and explain that her personal life was none of his business, he cleared his throat and began to backtrack his comment, clearly regretting the way it had sounded. “Angie, I didn’t mean to—”
Not wanting to go there with him, she interrupted. “I never got a chance to thank you for what you did that day, T. You and Sean saved my life.”
The abrupt change in subject seemed to surprise him. “I’m glad you’re all right. You gave us both a scare.”
She felt his eyes searching her face and pretended a sudden interest in a less than interesting painting on the wall. Damn this awkwardness.
“So you remember that day?”
“Not really, only bits and pieces.” Glancing anxiously down the hall, she wondered what was keeping Dan. It seemed like an hour since he’d left. Resigned to having this conversation, she answered him truthfully. “I remember Stapleton stabbing me then gloating as I fell to the floor. He wiped his bloody knife off on my blouse, so cold and callous. And laughed, I’ll never forget his cruel laugh.”
“You don’t have to rehash it all for me, darlin’.” The concern and regret that he’d brought it up resonated in his voice.
“That’s all I can tell you, really. Most of the other memories are fuzzy. There are vague images of you and Sean working on me, urging me to hang on. I remember an insidious blackness surrounding me, but after that, there’s little else.”
“Darlin’,” he murmured. One word of compassion and nothing else, no more was needed.
She shrugged it off, aiming for stoic. When her words came out in a broken whisper, she knew she’d fallen short of the mark. “The doctors and trauma counselors told me that not remembering can be a good thing, although they warned me it could all come back out of the blue.”
“You’re back to work so you must have been declared fit for duty. No lingering physical effects?”
Her hand went to her side. In the short top, the end of the pink scar where it curved over her ribs was visible. She laid her hand flat on top of it, covering it. Had he noticed?
“My doctors gave me a clean bill of health as did the psychologist I was required to see, something Cap also insisted on prior to hiring me. I was cleared by them all. Now I only have the memories to deal with. Catching Stapleton would go a long way with that.”
“Cap told me he’s like the wind.”
“The Feds are of the same opinion, like he vanished without a trace.”
“W
hat about you? Are you safe, Angie?”
His disquiet ignited a little flicker of exhilaration that he would care, but it didn’t last long as the feeling was quashed quickly by bad memories. “I won’t lie,” she admitted softly, glancing up at him briefly. “I watch for him around corners. Jonas installed a security system at my place, which helps me sleep easier.” Two or three hours were better than not at all. After three months’ time, she wondered if the nightmares that haunted her sleep would ever go away.
“You need a man on you.”
“I have Dan.”
He grunted. With a sidelong glance, she saw his dark brows gather, his lips curving downward for a second before he wiped his expression clean. What was that about? Did he have something against Dan? She thought all the Rossi team members were pretty close. As she opened her mouth to ask, footsteps on the steps echoed down the hall to them, announcing his return.
He moved to Angie’s side as he rejoined them, his hand settling on her waist.
“All set.” With a nod to T, he guided her toward the door. As they exited the rear of the club, Angie’s emotions were in an uproar, but one thing was certain, she was glad to leave the awkwardness with T behind.
*****
He watched Dan’s hand glide across her back possessively, skin on skin due to the low-rise skirt and cropped top Angie wore. Jealousy burned like fire in his gut. He wanted to shove his hand aside and take over Dan’s role himself—co-worker, trainer, Dom, all of it—maybe he should talk to Cap about a change in assignments.
Hell! Was he nuts?
Being around her constantly, mentoring her at work, training her at the club, touching her, restraining her, laying a flogger across her fine ass.
Christ, no! It would be nothing less than torture.
As they left, he watched Angie look up at the big ex-Marine, talking more animatedly than she had with him and offering Dan a small smile. Envy, an emotion he rarely experienced, created an ache in his chest. He would have enjoyed seeing that smile flashing his way. With him, however, she’d been stiff, more stilted than she’d ever been in the past. When they’d talked about the day she’d been stabbed, she’d barely met his eyes, which was unusual for Angie. During the long drawn out months of the cartel investigation, he’d seen her go toe to toe with several of the Rossi men, even Cap, which took guts. He wondered if it was due to observing him in the scene or if it was something more. Had she remembered what she’d revealed as she lay bleeding beneath his hand, using her last bit of breath, struggling on a shallow gasp to put words together that would lay waste to his walled off heart.
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