by C. M. Allen
Gliding his fingers down my body, he grabbed a hold of my hand, taking it away from my impending self-induced orgasm, and pinned it above my head, causing a whimper to escape me. "Naughty, naughty girl, trying to steal what belongs to me. I think there should be punishment for that. What do you think, angel?"
Wanting to see just how far he would take me into his dark world, I licked my dry lips. "I think so, too."
He took his touch away before barking out his order. "Get up, out of bed." Reaching up to take the blindfold off so I could see where I was moving to, he commanded. "Leave the blindfold on. I'll help you." Taking my hand, he helped me out of the bed and sat back down on it. "I want you to lean over my legs," he said, pulling me forward onto his lap where his stiff cock now jabbed me in my stomach. Running his hand down my back, he asked. "Now why am I punishing you, Sloane?"
I sucked in a deep, ragged breath from the nervous tension that was running ramped through me from the anticipation. "Because I was touching myself with the intention of stealing an orgasm from you without your permission."
Rubbing his hand over my ass, he skimmed the aching area between my legs, that was wet and begging for his attention. "That's right. I'm going to spank you. Do you remember your safe words?"
"Yes."
"What are they?"
"Yellow, for close, and red for limit."
"Good, now count to six with me." As he brought his hand down on my backside the first time, I had been so shocked from the bite of pain, I practically jumped up off his lap, yelling out the number one. Pinning me down with his other arm, he ordered. "Don't move." He landed two more blows before rubbing his hand over the area, causing the pain to morph into pleasure for a split moment before he questioned. "Where are you, Sloane?"
"Green," I said on a breath, getting increasingly wetter by the second.
Landing the last three blows, he rubbed his hand over my backside again, turning the biting pain into a heated pleasure that continued to spread over my body like a warm blanket.
Slipping his hand between my legs, he nudged them apart and sunk two fingers inside of me. "Fuck. You're always so wet for me. You did so good, I think I'm going to allow you to come now. Would you like that, angel?"
Nodding my head, I told him with a strained voice. "Yes, God yes."
Standing up, he tossed me down onto the bed and ordered. "Hands and knees now."
Getting into position, I felt him behind me seconds later as he climbed up onto the bed and entered me in one swift movement, pushing my head down onto the bed with one hand, and gripping my hip tightly with the other, setting me right on the edge of coming. "God Archer, I'm already there. You’re going to make me come."
Bringing his hand to my clit, he began to rub it when he commanded me. "Come for me now, Sloane." Every part of my body broke away as it shuttered from the orgasm that ripped through me, igniting every nerve ending along the way. He continued to pound his cock into me from behind through my orgasm until I finally heard him reach his own release. "Fuck!" Both of us fell onto the bed, trying to get the air back into our lungs after the onslaught of pleasure had sucked every breath we owned out. Laying behind me, he kissed over my shoulder and down my arm. "That was so unbelievably hot tonight, finding you pleasuring yourself like that. I think I came in my pants the second I walked into the room."
I couldn’t help giggling at his comment. "Well, I wanted to give you a lasting impression tonight."
"You sure as hell accomplished that, without a doubt. You looked so beautiful laying in my bed with that blindfold on, touching yourself. I don't think I'll ever be able to get that image out of my head."
I rolled over to face him, kissing him on the lips. "Good."
Wrapping his arms around me, he pulled me in, and we relaxed into each other like our bodies were made to fit together.
CHAPTER
15
Archer
Laying here with Sloane in my arms felt so right that I had no idea why the hell I thought staying away from her was the best choice, because it wasn't. It was the worst. She was so responsive to my every touch I laid on her, and to my words of command. She’s the perfect woman that could give me the sub inside of her that I craved to dominate but had the strength of a woman I respected. My phone ringing drew me away from my thoughts. Reaching over for it on the nightstand, I tried not to wake a dozing Sloane. "Jennings here." I answered in a low voice.
"Archer, it's Detective Hamilton. There's been another attack at the club tonight, but this time the woman didn't escape. Unfortunately, she was found dead. I know you were looking-into Bryn Weston's death and asked us to keep you in the loop if any new evidence came to light."
Getting out of bed, so I didn't disturb Sloane, I headed to my office, shutting the door behind me. I rubbed my hand down my face. "Where did they find her?"
"She was found in one of the dungeons downstairs that was closed off for remodeling. But somehow this guy got a key and let himself in."
"How did she die?"
"Just like the Weston girl, savagely beaten, and then strangled. All the blood vessels in her eyes were broken, and there's bruising around her neck, just like Bryn Weston."
Anger rose up in my blood. "And let me guess, nothing was found on the cameras?"
"No, he kept his face and body positioned away from all of them. I spoke to the club owner about contacting you guys to put in some hidden cameras, that way maybe we can catch this sonofabitch."
Knowing that we were the ones to install the original set; that being how I discovered the club. I made a mental note to call Seth, who was the club owner as soon as I got on the road in the morning. "We did the original install on those cameras, so he knows how to reach me."
"Yeah, that's what he said, and that he was going to get in touch with you tomorrow."
Thinking to myself whether or not to tell him about my conversation with Summer tonight, I decided to keep it to myself for now until I got a hold of the results on the fingerprints from Kelsey. "Okay, well thank you for letting me know Detective, and I will call you if I hear anything on my end." Hanging up, my mind began to turn over, trying to think of any possible suspect. Between him knowing where all the cameras were, and the brief description Summer gave me, I couldn't rule out anyone. It could be any of the staff, up to and including Dominic or Seth.
Hearing the sweetest sleepy voice, it took me away from my tragic thoughts. "Archer? Is everything okay?" Sloane asked, pushing the office door open.
Getting up, I walked over and wrapped my arms around her, kissing the top of her head. "Yes, everything is okay. Nothing for you to worry about. What are you doing up anyway?"
She yawned and wiped her finger over her eyes. "I woke up and you were gone and then I heard you talking on the phone to a Detective you said?"
Brushing her hair off her face, I kissed her on the lips. "It's just the case I'm working on. He had some information to give me," I turn her around and guided her back down the hall. "Now, let's get some sleep, shall we?" After I’d gotten her all tucked in, she was out in a matter of minutes, leaving me with my mind to wander and sleep to evade me. After our morning love making session, Sloane left for work, while I made the drive into the office. Deciding to get the call to Seth over with, while I was by myself, I scrolled to his name in my phone and hit the call button. “Hello."
"Hey Seth, it's Archer."
I heard some shuffling on the other end and then a door shut. "Archer. Hey man, I was just about to call you. We had another incident at the club last night, a woman was killed."
"Yeah, I got the call last night from Detective Hamilton, said he had talked to you about installing some hidden cameras to catch this guy. Is that something you want to do?"
He let out a heavy breath. "It's not something I really want to do, but it seems this asshole is using my club as a dumping ground for these women he's beating up and strangling to death, so that leaves me with no choice in the matter. I can't have women being kille
d or hurt for that matter in my club, it will run me out of business if people don't feel safe here."
And I knew just how true that was. "Okay, well, let me get a few things squared away at the office this morning and then I'll be over there later, say one o'clock?"
"Sounds good, I'll see you then." Hanging up, I pulled into the parking garage. Getting off the elevator, I head down the hall to my office where Jeanie, my secretary, greeted me. "Good morning, Archer. Here are your messages. And Slade asked that you come see him once you got in this morning." As I read over the messages, I noticed the there was one from Summer saying that she got to Montana okay, and left her number to reach her at. "Thank you, Jeanie. I'm going to check a few things and then go see what Slade needs."
After pulling up a couple emails and answering them, I headed back out and make my way to Slade's office. Knocking on the door, I walked inside, seeing him tapping away on his computer. "There he is." I heard Dalton call out as I pushed the door further open to see him sitting in the chair in front of Slade's desk.
"What's going on, guys?" I asked, shutting the door, and taking the chair next to Dalton.
"We just wanted to welcome you to the club."
Looking at Dalton with confusion, I heard Slade, cracking up. "What the hell are you two talking about?"
"Why the pussy whipped club, of course," Slade said, laughing harder.
"You two dudes," I pointed at them, "are pussy whipped. I on the other hand have a dick whipped woman."
Both of them laughed it up. "Oh, okay, sure she is. I can't wait until I see you two together again, and then we'll see just who has whom wrapped around their finger," Dalton said, slapping me on the shoulder.
"Yeah, yeah, laugh it up, but I'm the one in the driver's seat here gentlemen, you'll see."
Chuckling again, Slade said, "okay, if you say so." Then turning serious he brought up a subject my mind wanted to eliminate. "I hear you have some competition where Sloane is concerned, though. What's that all about? Gage said that some asshole had her pinned up against the car when he pulled up?"
Anger rose up inside of my blood at the mention of that guy touching her. "Yeah, Jared. It took everything I had not to go after that piece of shit, too. He also kissed her."
Sitting up in his chair, Dalton looked like he was going to beat Jared’s ass himself? "Are you fucking kidding me?"
"Wish I was, and he told her he's not giving up either. Gage also said he referred to her as his girlfriend when they had never even made it that far in their friendship in the first place."
Slade shook his head at this news. "Well, all of us here in this room know what that's like when another man messes with or touches our women, so if you need anything, just ask."
"Including someone to bail you out of jail for kicking the shit out of him." Dalton added.
"Thanks. I just might need that." Knowing I needed to let the two of them in on the murder at the club, I changed the subject. "I got a call from Detective Hamilton. Another woman was beaten and strangled to death at the club last night."
"Shit. What the hell is the matter with this asshole? He is one sick puppy that needs to be put down, and fast." Slade replied.
"Is there anything we can do to help." Dalton asked.
"I spoke with Seth, the club owner this morning, and I'm heading over there at one o'clock today to see about putting in some hidden cameras that no one else will hopefully know about to catch this guy before he hits again."
"Sounds good, need either of us to go with you?"
"Nah man, I'll take care of it. If I need anything else I'll shoot you a call later." After we had finished up, I got up and strode out of Slade's office and back to mine to finish up everything I needed to get done before I headed over to the club.
CHAPTER
16
Sloane
This week at work seemed to just fly by and it was the weekend again already. Archer and I had been together every night, whether at my place or his, and it had been pure heaven waking up in his arms every morning and giving myself over to him every night. The sex we had seemed to climb higher and higher each time beyond any expectations I could have ever imagined. He had shown me so much I would have never thought I would try or enjoy, but knowing he always had my safety in the forefront of his mind made me able to open myself up completely to the possibilities of pleasure he always seemed to bring me. But through all this bliss, I could tell something was wrong, and he wasn’t telling me the truth again whenever I questioned him about it.
Jared had backed off and not even shown his face since our talk, so I knew it couldn’t be anything about him. He did keep mentioning a case he'd been working on but said that it was nothing for me to worry about, but I did. Something was eating at him and I was determined to find out just what it was. Getting out of the shower, I got dressed and ready to go on our date night back at the club. It would be the first time we'd both been back since that night we found each other there. I was a little nervous and wondering just what it was that we’d be doing, or how to act. But Archer gave me a rundown of all the expectations of a sub and the do's and don'ts of the club. Who'd be allowed to speak to me, who wasn't, and when to lower my eyes. I only hoped that I'd be able to remember it all. Putting my final touch of red lipstick on, I came out to find Archer in his office. "Well, how do I look?"
When he looked up from his computer at me, I could tell that he’d been more than pleased with the outfit I'd chosen for tonight. It was a black strapless mini vinyl dress with the sides cut out and had belt buckle type straps crisscrossing over the area, so as not to be too revealing. I paired it with black silk stockings and my four-inch black boots, and of course per his orders, left off the panties. Getting up from the chair, he crossed the room to me. "Holy shit, you look so hot in that dress, angel. I'm not sure I want to take you to the club tonight after all. Maybe I should just take you back to bed and keep you all to myself instead," he circled his arms around me, pulling me in tight. His touch would always be my kryptonite, the feel of his skin on mine always made me feel so safe and loved. The word loved came to my mind from his actions but had yet to come from either of our lips. I knew that I felt love for him, and I could feel the love from him, but saying the actual words was something I didn't think either one of us had been ready for yet. Breaking me out of my thoughts, he said, "Let's get going before I change my mind and strap you to the bed."
Arriving at the club, we entered inside the door and I instantly felt that familiar curiosity rise-up inside me, the same one I had that first night. But I knew that at some point my curiosity was going to have to be contained until I figured out what exactly it was I'd be allowed to ask about.
Archer led me further inside after he'd greeted his friend, Dominic, at the door. "Now do you remember what I told you about when to lower your eyes and the rules of you talking to someone or them talking to you?"
I nodded my head, not sure where I should be looking, keeping my eyes lowered. "Yes, I'm not allowed to speak to any Dom's or look them in the eyes unless you give me permission to, and they are not allowed to speak to me without asking you first. And subs I can talk to as long as you and the Dom they are with have no reasons not to allow us to."
Grabbing my chin, he brought my eyes up to meet his. "Good. Now if you have any questions, don't hesitate to ask me, okay? I want you to be comfortable with me here, knowing I will keep you safe."
"Okay."
As he moved us through the crowd to the bar, I caught a few Dom's without a sub at their side looking me over, but as soon as I their eyes met mine, I lowered them to the ground so as not to give them the impression I was available or to be disrespectful. "Would you like water or a soda to drink?"
I looked up at Archer confused. "They don't have alcohol here?"
"No, this is a dry bar. What we do here needs to be done with a clear head on both party’s parts, otherwise someone could really get injured."
Knowing that what he said made sense, I
answered. "Water is fine." After he got our drinks, he chatted with a few of the other Dom's at the bar while I listened to the song that blared over the sound system by In This Moment called Beast Within. I couldn't think of a more fitting song for this environment we were in.
Suddenly, a large frame came into view out of the corner of my eye. "Archer, how's it going, man?”
Recognizing that voice, I could tell the frame belonged to Logan. "Logan, good to see you again." Archer replied.
"Well, well, I can see you brought my guest from the other night back. I take it you must have peaked her interests?"
Hearing the smile in his tone, Archer answered. "Yeah, you could say that."
Logan paused for a moment. "Mind if I say hello?" Standing here, not able to act like a normal person would in a social situation like this had it all feeling so surreal, like I was in a dream and people were just talking about me as though I didn't really exist. Then it crossed my mind; was this how it would always be with Archer in these kinds of settings? Feeling like I don't exist until he gave me permission to? He tells me I mean more to him than just a sub, but right now I was having a hard time trusting what he had said to me as truth.
Feeling Archer's finger under my chin, pulling it up, I was torn away from all my thoughts and doubts. “You remember Logan?”
Looking over at him, I answered. "Yes, I remember, good to see you again."
He looked me over with a fire burning in his eyes. "It's very good to see you again Sloane, back here in our club." He then looked over at Archer. "Is she yours, or are you just training her?"
