by Eva Greer
A few more steps and we entered a larger, more open room. To the right were doors leading to private rooms, and Caden had assured me we would check out the scenes I might be comfortable with later. I was looking forward to it.
“Do you want a drink?”
“Not yet,” I shook my head. He’d warned me I could only have one. He wanted me to be fully aware of what was taking place around us tonight. I was excited at exploring this with him.
A slightly older man walked up to Caden and he offered his hand to the man. He was also in an expensive suit and had a confident air about him. I suspected he was a dominant, so kept my hands to myself, my eyes on Caden.
“Jacob, it’s good to see you,” Caden smiled, and it reached his eyes. He must like this man.
“Who do you have here?” Jacob asked. “What a lovely submissive you have,” he said, his eyes assessing me.
Former SEAL, I wondered? Spy?
I could feel a blush stealing into my cheeks, and Caden’s arm reached around my shoulders, pulling me to him.
“She is indeed. It was good to see you, Jacob.” Caden excused us, and we moved forward into the room.
“Holy shit,” I breathed.
Caden chuckled. “Here, let’s sit at this table and watch.”
I barely registered his words.
“This is the main scene room,” he explained. “Each night there could be one or two scheduled scenes that take place, all arranged in advanced. Consensual.”
I nodded. My eyes were glued.
There was a woman in a cage, and she was naked. The Dom walked toward the cage. He wore tight black jeans, and his chest was bare. He rapped his knuckles on the cage, and the sub crawled out, moving to get into position in front of him, exactly as Caden had demanded of me earlier tonight.
“Up,” the Dom demanded, moving toward a table with some sort of equipment on it.
She immediately moved to the table, settling into position. Her face was peaceful, serene. I had no doubt she was enjoying it.
The Dom turned. He held a bar.
“It’s a duel spreader bar,” Caden whispered in my ear.
I nodded. There was one of those in my book. I was familiar with it. There were two metal bars. One long bar with two cuffs, and a shorter one with two cuffs.
I watched, mesmerized, yet worried for the woman.
“Breathe,” Caden reminded me.
I put my hand on my stomach and took a deep breath.
“Wrists,” the Dom demanded. Her shoulders squared, her chest jutted out, as he fastened her wrists to the smaller bar. It made her back arc, and I thought it looked extremely uncomfortable, but she didn’t seem to mind.
“Feet,” he demanded next as her legs spread wide, really wide. He strapped each ankle into the cuff, then moved away to select a few items.
The next thing I knew, he grabbed his sub’s nipple and pulled it hard, then clipped a clamp onto the hard nipple. A metal hoop hung from the front, connected to a chain. He moved to her other breast and applied the other clip.
“I can relate to this,” I whispered.
Caden chuckled.
The Dom grabbed another device, then bent down in front of his sub. I looked at Caden.
“Labial clamps,” he whispered, watching me closely.
“Ouch,” my eyes flew to him, and he smiled. I knocked his arm with my elbow.
“That’s the point, babe, now watch.”
I turned my eyes back to the scene in front of me reluctantly.
Next, the Dom connected all the clamps with a chain. I pressed my hand against my stomach. Holy shit that was going to really hurt if she jerked or moved at all. Hell, it had to hurt now.
“What the fuck,” slipped out of my mouth next.
“Weights,” Caden confirmed.
The sub hissed as he added two weights to the chain. The clamps were pulling her nipples, and for a second I wanted to ask Caden if it was possible they would pull her nipples right off.
Then he added one more, but this one, he dropped onto the chain. I jerked back in my seat. “That’s just wrong,” I said, watching her jerk, then scream at the pain his move caused her.
“You okay, babe?” Caden asked.
“Not sure,” I admitted.
“We can leave,” his eyes watched me closely.
“I couldn’t move my eyes. They were frozen on her face. It had gone from contorting in pain to the most incredibly peaceful place. It was almost as if she wasn’t with us any longer.
“Wow,” I breathed.
“Do you want to watch another, or do you want to leave?”
“I kind of wanted to see a spanking scene,” I admitted, hoping I wouldn’t regret that later.
He chuckled. “Your wish is my command.”
We moved to another room with a big X in the middle. I knew enough to realize it was a St. Andrews Cross. A woman was getting her ankles secured to the bottoms, her legs spread wide, wearing only panties. Her wrists were already cuffed at the top.
Her total powerlessness struck me, although she didn’t seem to be fazed by it. Who knew, he could do this to her every day. I shuddered.
Caden drew me into his arms, then said, “Open your legs.”
I looked at him like, you’re kidding, right? But he wasn’t.
I complied, my dress riding up my thighs just shy of my panties.
“Good girl,” he murmured.
The Dom moved back to a table, grabbing a device, moving back toward her.
Then I heard a buzzing, which could only mean one thing.
He turned back toward the table and I saw the biggest vibrator I’d ever seen.
He now had a smaller device in his hand.
“That’s the remote,” Caden advised, but I didn’t dare to look at him.
The Dom moved back to the cross and pressed it between his sub’s spread legs. She moaned, really loud.
I pulled my legs together.
“Open, now,” Caden warned.
I opened my legs, but then he put his hand between them, showing me just how wide he wanted them to be.
I had no idea I would be this turned on. It felt dirty but amazing.
The Dom pressed the vibrator into her panties, leaving it there, then pressed a button. The vibrations were faster now.
He moved back to the table, and I pushed my back into the chair.
Caden moved his fingers slowly up my legs, and it took every ounce of strength I had to leave my legs open.
My pussy was dripping, and I knew he could smell it.
I watched, fascinated as the Dom grabbed a paddle.
“Breathe”, Caden said.
I let a breath out slowly through my mouth, captivated as he flipped her over, her ass now high in the air.
WHACK, the first hit of the paddle landed with full impact. Her ass turned bright red where the paddle had hit, the vibrator still whirling between her legs. He hits came hard and fast on her cheeks, her thighs.
I looked up to see if Caden was watching, but he only had eyes for me.
“Breathe, babe.” Then he dipped two fingers into my panties, swirling my cream all around my pussy, up to my clit, and then back.
“That’s really mean,” I hissed at him.
He chuckled. “Life will never be dull with you, babe. Come on, ready to go?”
All I could do was nod.
Chapter 21
Avery was quiet on the car ride back to the hotel. I knew she’d been turned on by at least some of what she saw, but I wanted to hear it from her lips. BDSM had been a part of my life for a really long time, and I wanted it to be part of my future permanent relationship.
It was crazy how connected I felt to her, how right she felt, and how sure I felt that she was the one person on this planet that could complete me.
Would I change my ways if she wasn’t comfortable with it?
“Penny for your thoughts,” she reached across the car to take my hand.
“We’re almost at the h
otel. I’ll give you more than that in just a few.”
Her breath hitched at that promise, and I smiled in the darkness of the car as we pulled up outside the hotel.
“Get in position,” I demanded as soon as we walked into our suite.
“Yes, sir,” she whispered, walking toward the bedroom.
“Where are you going?” I asked.
“Oh,” she exclaimed.
“Take your clothes off where you are, then get in position in the center of the rug.
I moved to the kitchen, added ice cubes to a glass, and poured myself a brandy, bringing it back with me to the living room.
Avery was already naked and had resumed her position on the rug.
“Spread your legs.”
She did.
I knelt in front of her, my tongue brushing over her erect nipples.
She moaned.
“God, Avery, what you do to me,” I admitted.
I dipped my fingers into the brandy and rubbed it all over her nipples—both of them, then sucked it off. Releasing her nipples with a loud pop.
Next, I went back to the kitchen to get a towel and put it under Avery’s spread legs.
She whimpered.
I grabbed an ice cube from the glass and rubbed it over her left nipple, keeping it there, then moved to her right.
She arched her back but kept her position.
I laid down on the rug with my face under her pussy. “Wider,” I demanded.
God, she was limber. She spread her legs wide until her pussy was on my mouth.
I thrust my tongue into her pussy and she gasped as I moved it up to her lips. She was dripping into my mouth and tasted of honey and spice.
Her legs were shaking, but I knew she was strong. My fingers spread her labia, and I flipped around, pressing her back. “You can put your hands on the floor behind your back,” I told her, gently pressing her shoulders back.
“Not exactly comfortable, sir.”
“Not supposed to be, baby, I confirmed, spreading her wide with my fingers, running them through her fold until they were covered in her juice, and then I swirled them around her nipples while sucking her soaking cunt.
Her legs were shaking harder now, and she whimpered. “Please, please, sir,”
“Please what?” I demanded. “Tell me what you want.”
She groaned when I nipped at her clit. “Please let me come, and then please, please fuck me.”
I put two fingers into her pussy and turned them until I knew I’d found her G spot. Tap, tap, swipe. She shuddered.
I continued the motion while sucking on her clit, and she came with a scream, begging me to stop, but I didn’t.
She held her position, and I was so proud. Proud enough that I wanted her to come again, and the second time she shattered.
I picked her up into my arms and carried her to the bedroom, put a condom on my thick cock, turned her around and spanked her ass.
“Ow, what was that for?”
I slapped it again, then a third time, a fourth, and a fifth, until she pushed her ass up higher, into my hand, then I slammed into her pussy from behind. Pulling her hips up, making sure my cock was hitting her G spot. She shivered in my arms, and I loved the feeling of my balls hitting her ass.
“Harder,” she cried, panting, “Caden,” she hissed. The sound of my name on her lips was all I needed, and I pushed hard into her pussy as my cum filled the condom.
When I pulled out of her, she dropped onto the bed.
“Fuck, that was amazing, even the spanking,” she admitted.
“Those were just love pats, baby,” I warned her.
She smiled and rubbed her body against mine.
“So I’ve been thinking,” she starts out, pushing up on her elbow to look at me.
“Okay,” I acknowledged, my eyes laser-focused on hers.
“That maybe after this IP case is finished, I’ll look at firms in Colorado.”
“Babe,” I sat up in bed, pulling her with me. “What are you saying?”
“That I want to be with you. I can barely make it a day without having sex with you at least twice, if not three times,” she admits.
She looks away, and I gently tip her face back to mine. “I need your eyes,” I tell her.
She complies.
“I can’t—God,” she pauses, “I don’t even know for sure how you feel.”
I take the cue.
“Avery, I love you. Yes, of course, I want to be with you, but I don’t want you to leave your career for me. We’ll figure it out,” I promise.
“I want to leave it,” but then she starts to shake.
I pull her into my arms and stroke her hair. “Easy babe, you’re okay.”
“I am,” she sighs. “Sorry about the shaking—“
I stop her. “Why would you apologize for that?”
“I’m really not normally an emotional wreck, but today I realized that I’ve been fighting for a partnership in this firm full of men, and half of them I don’t even respect.” She looks up at me, her eyes certain.
“I actually don’t want that for my life. I think maybe I was doing it because I thought it was the right thing to do, but,” and her voice gets soft. “It doesn’t make me happy. You make me happy.”
“Babe,” I breathe into her hair. “You’re sure.”
“Absofuckinglutely!” she exclaims with light dancing in her eyes and the widest smile I’ve ever seen on her gorgeous face.
“I need to see this case through.” She looked at me to gauge my reaction. I nod. “Because I know we can beat it. It’s a weak TM and with all the evidence being handed to us on a silver platter, and case law behind us, we’ll win. I know it. It’s going to feel amazing to overturn this, and even though I’m only working for one specific person, this is going to help reverse the harm caused to many.”
Her eyes are shining now, and for a minute I wonder if she’s really sure she wants to leave something she clearly loves so much.
“Don’t worry,” she tells me, “I can practice anywhere as long as I’m with you.
I put my hand on her chest, and our hearts are literally beating as one. I pull her against my chest and wrap my legs and arms around her, and I never want to move. I never want this moment to end.
I finger her collar, following the dip to the V in her chest, between her luscious breasts.
She moans, and I can feel the vibration against my chest. Then her stomach growls really loud.
In one motion I sweep her off the bed and into my arms.
She squealed. “Put me down!”
“Not going to do it, babe. I’m going to feed you now, I want you naked at the island bar, and you will eat every bite that I give you.”
She giggles as I recreate a scene from just two days ago, but says, “Yes, sir.”
“Good girl, I murmur into her beautiful hair, taking a deep breath, memorizing how she smells like lemon and sunshine, knowing that I’ll never take this for granted.
I couldn’t ask for more.
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22
UNEXPECTED SECRETS, A Free Chapter
“Zee, come on, it’s time to wake up,” I encouraged, tousling Mackenzie’s hair.
“Go away. I don’t want to.” The little girl grumbled.
“But I made your favorite breakfast, and if you want time to eat it, you’d better get up now, little one.”
“What? Yo
u made pancakes?” Mackenzie’s sleepy eyes opened, suddenly shining and very much awake as she sat up in her bed.
I smothered a smile. “You’ll find out once you’re downstairs—fully dressed, young lady. Got it?”
“Got it,” Mackenzie grumbled. “Hey! How come you call me Zee?”
“Why do I call you Zee?” I corrected, a smile tugging at my lips.
“Why do you call me Zee?” She echoed, her cherub face curious, the lopsided grin bringing out the dimple in her right cheek. The child was stunning with blonde hair that hung in ringlets around her face, and sea-green eyes. I’d never seen anything like it—her mother must have been gorgeous—or maybe her eyes were a combination of arctic-man and her mother.
I bit my lip at the nickname I’d given to Mackenzie’s father. He was a cold duck.
My breath caught at the innocence and openness of my new ward—no wonder her father was so protective—I couldn’t believe the connection I was already feeling with this child after just two days.
“Because you seem like a Zee to me. You’re happy and full of life and joy. Is it okay if I call you Zee?” I watched Mackenzie carefully. There was so much still to learn about this little girl—what she had gone through, how she had dealt with her mother’s death. The last thing I wanted to do was to cause her more angst—I might be calling her a pet name that her mother used, or a name my new little ward didn’t like.
“Okay…” Mackenzie said, her eyebrows knitted together in deep thought. “Then I shall call you Thea,” she declared as her whole face lit up.
“Really? Where did that come from?”
“Daddy and I looked up your name, Athena was the goddess of wisdom and warfare—she was fierce! You don’t seem so fierce,” Mackenzie said as she studied me intently, her head cocked sideways, “so you need a nickname, too. It will be Thea,” she declared with all the authority she could muster in her five-year-old body.
The apple didn’t fall far from the tree.
No one had ever called me a nickname before. My parents hadn’t allowed it at home, and it seemed like most kids didn’t quite know what to do with my name, so I’d always gone by my given name, Athena.
