by Ann Jensen
Hawk crossed his arms. “What do we need to know?”
Tek ran a hand through his hair, trying to pare it all down. “Angela’s either in the clear or neck deep in shit. With the week I’m having, I’m guessing in the clear is unlikely.”
“What kind of enemy are we talking about?”
“Most likely, the Russians.”
“Bratva?” Hawk seemed surprised.
The club had some ties within the Russian mafia that might help if it was them. “Unfortunately, I don’t think so. Kane would have mentioned a connection. A hacking group is behind things as far as we can tell. Most of those were created by ex-KGB and only work loosely with the families.”
“Get me their name. I have some contacts I might be able to work.”
Tek nodded, not surprised. Many of the Brothers had come out of the blacker side of the military. Tek hadn’t. He had trained those men to survive. Seen the aftereffects of having to use those skills. Men who had broken, and those who hadn’t. Either way, you came out changed.
The people who wanted Angela were as bad as those he faced in war. He wouldn’t let them get their hands on her.
Chapter 26
Don’t be afraid to ask because you just might get what you are longing for.
The quick connection she had established with these people today was an anomaly. Val reminded her of Jojo so much she had asked if they were spirit sisters separated at birth. Then she had met Tari and her Old Man Dragon. The weird practice these bikers had of calling each other Old made her want to giggle because they were anything but old.
Tari reminded her of the Egyptian queens from old style movies while Dragon was her silent warrior. Their daughter Citlali was a giggling burst of joy, combining the best of her parents’ features into a toddler version of absolute adorable beauty.
Guilt for putting all these wonderful people in danger gnawed at her and she offered to leave. Tari had been a warm, calming presence who put her at ease. She told her own story of danger and how the Dark Sons had saved her. Then Val had recounted a bit of Pixie’s crazy tale, assuring that not only were the Dark Sons willing to help, they were more than capable.
Dozer had joined them as the sun crept towards the horizon, his love for Val etched in his every feature. The idea of belonging to something so much bigger than herself was appealing for more than the safety it represented. These people were a family by choice, if not by blood.
She jumped as hands gripped her shoulders and caused the group to chuckle. Cami looked up to see Tek smiling behind her.
“Didn’t mean to startle you, kitten.”
Cami blushed at her overreaction to his touch. “Why do you call me kitten?”
Tek shrugged. “It fits. You’re playful, curious, and likely to stumble into a mess.”
Joshua clapped his hands. “He’s got you there, Cami.”
Tari laughed, leaning against Dragon. “Now you are going to have to choose which name you like better.”
Cami shook her head and gestured at her hair. “I th-think chameleon is more appropriate.”
Her joke had everyone chuckling. Tek leaned down to talk against her ear. “You’re going by Cami now?”
“It fits who I want to be,” she whispered back.
“Okay, but our deal still stands, little girl.” He gave a sweet kiss to her cheek.
Cami’s nipples tightened at the memory of their earlier conversation. Heat pooled low in her body as she prayed it meant they were going to do more than talk later. Would he be willing to play the firm but kind Master with his Virgin slave?
Val’s voice cut through her dirty daydreams. “Tek, I was telling Joshua he might be more comfortable staying in Dragon’s old apartment near the Clubhouse.”
“And I,” Cami said, “was saying we aren’t sure it was me those guys were after. Better not to have to protect two buildings.”
Tek squeezed her shoulders. “Actually, we do. It was in the emails you gave us. Rick arranged for you to be eliminated.”
“That weaselly son of a hooker.” Joshua’s voice expressed Cami’s indignation.
“But how did he know I had figured out what he was doing?”
“You must have said something. Why did he send you home early yesterday?”
Cami groaned. “I said his code was crap and full of security loopholes.”
“So he wanted you taken out before you figured out the same code was already in the field.” Tek’s voice rumbled against her and she leaned back with a groan.
“So I can go home and sleep on my thousand count cotton sheets?” The hope in Joshua’s voice made her guilt flare. She was the reason he had been dragged into this mess. “If you need me, girl, you know I’m here, but I think you have all the bodies you need to guard you.”
She would have agreed to let him go, but Tek spoke instead. “Rick knows you’re connected. Until we find him and track down the people hunting her, you could be used to lure her out. We won’t force you to stay…”
“But I’d be a fool to go. And my momma didn’t raise no fool. I will however take Dragon up on his nice offer. I love you to bits, girl, but I do not need to hear you two getting to know each other better.”
“I don’t have a problem with that,” Tek agreed.
Val gave her a cheeky wink. “On that note, I think we all have places to go or people to do.”
Val swept everyone away in a flurry of southern enthusiasm. As each person said their goodbyes, the excitement of what tonight might bring bubbled in her stomach. Would she need to seduce him? Should she be aggressive or shy?
When he took charge, it was like everything in her mind calmed and she was able to enjoy what was happening. He seemed to enjoy being in control, but would he like her to be the aggressor? The men at the club had enjoyed when she put on the dominatrix show. Cami wrinkled her nose.
“What are you thinking about, kitten?” Tek’s voice had a slight chuckle.
“That I don’t enjoy being a dominatrix.” Cami looked around at the now empty field they were standing in.
There were four houses that backed up to the area they had held the barbeque in. The house they were staying in was further away. There was probably enough room they could build another ten houses along the edge of the field without anyone being too close.
Tek chuckled. “I guess it’s good I don’t like being dominated then, isn’t it?” He stepped closer and brushed a lock of hair away from her face. “What triggered that thought?”
The heat radiating from his body in the early evening was welcome. It wasn’t winter yet, but autumn nights could be chilly in Colorado. She had promised not to lie to him, but explaining the dizzying amount of thoughts running through her mind was complicated.
“Everyone left us alone because we are supposed to have sex, but since I’ve never had sex, I’m not sure what to do. So I thought maybe I’m supposed to seduce you. Which made me think of my acts at the club. And while I learned how to crack a whip, I wouldn’t enjoy actually whipping someone.”
Tek grabbed her chin and kissed her, cutting off the babble she couldn’t seem to stop. His mouth was like a gentle claiming. She couldn’t resist responding to the sparks that shot through her body. When he finally let her go, her heart was racing, but her mind had calmed.
Tek brushed a thumb over her lips. “Most women would want candlelight, flowers, and sweet seduction for their first time. You, my unique genius, are wondering if there will be whips involved.” He ran his hand down her throat with a gentle stroke.
“Is it weird that candlelight and flowers sound excruciatingly boring?”
The light caress of his fingers as they trailed down her chest sent chills down her arms. “No, not weird at all. I’m not going to lie to you, Cami, if this wasn’t your first time, I’d take you to the ground right here and make you scream so loud we’d have everyone in the houses coming out to check on you.” Pleasure shot through her body when he flicked one of her nipples.
The ide
a of fucking him in such a primal way appealed to her. She shook her head. “Not the first time, but maybe later?”
“I think we can do that. Should we go back to the house and see where things go?” He ran a gentle hand down her back and cupped her ass.
“No!” Cami regretted her shouted protest when Tek stepped back with his hands to his sides. His look of confusion was clear even in the dim lights from the nearby house.
He looked so handsome in his tight t-shirt and leather vest, and she was already screwing this up. Cami growled in frustration.
“If we see where things go, I’ll think. If I think, I’ll analyze. I don’t want to think. I don’t want to choose.” How could she make him understand? “You know what, never mind. I’ll just die a virgin.” She spun and started walking towards the house they were staying at. Being dramatic wasn’t usually her style, but the stress of today was overwhelming.
“Angela, stop and look at me.”
The command in his voice forced her body to obey before she processed the words. “What?” The frustration in her voice was embarrassing.
His gray eyes held hers with an intensity and hunger that sent a shiver down her spine. “I need you to be crystal clear about what you are asking for. I’m not a mind reader. Tell me exactly how you want tonight to go.”
Embarrassment couldn’t actually kill someone, right? It was so much easier to pretend it didn’t matter. She could probably fake normal if she had to, but she had waited so long and he was the first man she had met who might not only be willing, but want to fulfill her fantasies.
No guts, no glory. She straightened her shoulders and spoke. “I want to be a slave you purchased for pleasure. I want to have no choices or decisions, but I don’t want you to take me until I beg for it. I want to be so out of control that I would do anything to have your cock deep inside me.” Tek’s glare had become almost feral. “Can we do that?”
“What are your safewords, slave?”
Anticipation had her nipples painfully hard. “Joseph. Yellow. Red.”
“You need them, you use them because they’re the only things that are going to stop me tonight. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Master.”
Before she could internally celebrate, Tek had rushed and lifted her up and over his shoulder. Stunned, she took a moment to catch her breath as she hung upside-down watching the ground pass quickly as he strode across the field with ground devouring strides.
“What are you doing?” Cami struggled to get down. Tek was in impressive shape, but she was a curvy girl. Slinging her around might hurt his back then all their plans for the evening would be ruined.
A sharp sting across her ass interrupted her thoughts. “Slaves don’t speak without permission. Keep it up and the first thing I’ll do to you when we get inside is turn this ass crimson.”
Cami stilled, not sure if the idea of him spanking her scared or excited her. This was so much better than she had imagined. The evidence of her excitement was soaking her panties.
“Good girl.”
His firm grip and commanding voice helped her sink into the fantasy. Faster than she imagined they were entering the house, the warm air a welcome change from the cooling night.
Her hair blocked her view as they walked through at least two rooms. She was startled when she was tossed onto a soft surface. She scrambled to look around and didn’t recognize the lavish bedroom.
She was on a king-sized bed in the middle of an enormous bedroom decorated in gray and black. Tek had his back to her and was removing a gun she hadn’t known he had from the small of his back, placing it on top of an ebony dresser. He took off his watch, then his cut, placing them beside the gun.
He turned and crossed his well-defined arms and gave her a look filled with heat.
“Strip.” His command was almost a growl.
“What?” Cami was trying to focus, but the sight of his perfect body in the fitted jeans and tight t-shirt had her distracted.
“I want to see what I’ve bought. Take those clothes off and let me inspect you.”
Cami’s hands trembled as she lifted her borrowed shirt over her head. She slid off the side of the bed. She swayed her hips as she pushed her hair over her shoulder, revealing the purple bra she wore. Slowly she worked her pants down her legs, staying bent over with her ass on display as she pulled off her socks and shoes. She eased up slowly, creeping her hands behind her back, undoing her bra. The air hit her nipples as the fabric fell away and a jolt of arousal tightened her core. His growl as she slipped down her panties was exciting. Naked, she bit her lip to try to hide her smile and looked down like a good slave girl.
“Hands behind your back. Chin up.”
The position had her exposed. Tek stalked forward, his eyes studying every inch of her exposed skin. He circled her slowly, and she swore she could actually feel his gaze. When he was behind her, he stopped and her legs trembled as she wondered what he was doing.
“Kneel.”
Her legs buckled at the command and he caught her with strong hands and helped her to the ground. He moved in front of her, so close all she could see was the front of his jeans with his impressive erection. His finger ran slowly down her cheek and circled her lips. He pressed his finger into her mouth, pressing down on her tongue.
“Have you ever tasted a man, slave?”
“No.” Her answer was muffled by the finger that made her vulnerable in a strange new way.
He gripped her by the hair and forced her to look up the length of his body. “What do you call me?”
“Sorry, Master. No, I’ve never tasted a man.” Her core tightened, loving the slight pain of being manhandled. The truth was, her only experience with a man other than Tek had been some awkward petting.
Tek pulled her up to her feet, then to her tiptoes by her hair, and she couldn’t hold back the moan of pleasure. His other hand started first flicking, than pinching her nipples. The pressure was gentle at first but then became stronger, sending jolts of pleasure straight to her pussy.
Her mouth grew dry as she panted. Helpless to do anything but take the pleasure, her muscles trembled. She reached out, needing something to grab onto, unable to control the way he was making her body writhe. A sharp slap to one breast than the other shocked her. Pain blossomed across her chest then faded into a wave of warmth.
“Hands behind your back, slave.”
“Yes, Master.” Cami struggled with the command, finally gripping her wrists behind her to keep from reaching out.
“Good girl.” He let her sink back to flat feet, slowly letting go of her hair. He circled behind her, pressing his hard body against hers and trapped her hands between them. He reached around and pulled her close in a hug that was more of a restraining hold.
She was completely helpless, even her air was restricted by his tight hold.
“Do you know what I’m going to do to you?” His breath was hot against her shoulder.
“No, Master.”
“I’m going to turn you into my little slut. By the time I’m done with you, you’re going to beg me to take your innocence. Beg for even the smallest taste of my cock.”
She shook her head, knowing it was true but wanting to fight a little longer. His hold released suddenly, and she took in a gasped breath that made her lightheaded. His hand closed around her throat in a firm grip. She thrashed, scared, and wanted to claw at his hand, but her arms were still trapped between their bodies. His grip loosened slightly, and her panic lessened.
“Give me your color, slave.”
It took Cami a minute to understand the question. Her body muscles loosened, and she leaned into his grip. “Green, Master.”
He bit her earlobe and whispered against her neck. “Good.” Tek’s other hand slid down her stomach and cupped her bare pussy. “So wet for me already. I think you already want me inside you.”
She shook her head, though her mind and pussy both screamed in protest. The evidence of her lie was leaking down t
he inside of her thigh, but she didn’t want the game to end so soon.
His fingers slid between the lips of her pussy and grazed her clit, sending a surprise orgasm shuddering through her body. A hard wet slap against her clit cut the pleasure short, and she whimpered.
“You’re a greedy little slave, aren’t you?” He gave a slap to each of her breasts.
It shouldn’t feel good, but it did, and she arched her back, wanting more.
“You aren’t supposed to come without permission.”
“Sorry, Master. I didn’t mean to.”
He gave each of her nipples a harsh twist that was painful, but then morphed into pleasure so sweet she almost came again. His playing with her nipples earlier had somehow turned everything into a sensual delight.
He stepped back, letting go of her completely. She swayed for a moment, bereft at the loss of his touch.
“Lie down on the bed and grab the headboard.”
Cami followed his instructions, her body humming with need. He strode across the room and disappeared into a closet she hadn’t noticed. He came out with what looked like silk ties in his hand.
He used them to secure her wrists to the metal headboard. The image of him leaning over her fully clothed while she was bound naked was something she knew she would always fantasize about.
He reached back and pulled off his shirt in a swift motion that had her whimpering at the sight of his well-defined chest. In moments he was completely naked, and Cami didn’t think she had ever seen even pictures of a man more gorgeous than him.
“Now I have to punish you for coming without permission.”
“Punish?” The word was more of a squeak as it came out of Cami’s mouth.
He sat on the edge of the bed and began slowly twisting one of her nipples till the pleasure ebbed into pain. “What do you call me?”
“Master!”
He let go and his mouth replaced his fingers. The intense sensation had her squirming in seconds, moaning and arching up into him.
He sat up. “Normally I would edge you for hours for breaking that rule, but tonight I’m feeling generous.”