by Ann Jensen
“Thank you, Master.” Cami remembered the short edging he had done while they were in the club and wasn’t sure she could survive hours of that.
“Don’t thank me yet, slave.” He opened the nightstand drawer and pulled out several things Cami couldn’t see over the pillows.
His hand drifted down her body with a feather light touch that sent chills reaching across her skin. His fingers traced the edges of her labia then swirled around her clit causing her to moan.
He reached over and grabbed what looked like a string of thick beads and ran it over her chest, never stopping his attention on her clit.
“Do you know what these are?”
“No, Master.” Cami couldn’t help but wiggle her hips, trying to get pressure where she needed it on her clit.
He gave her a sexy smirk. “Anal beads. For every orgasm you have without permission, I’ll push another one inside you. And, slave?”
Her breath hitched at the thought. She had never even played with that part of her body. Was she able to handle this? His finger dropped down from her clit and rimmed her rosette, sending strange jolts through her nerves.
“Yes, Master?”
“I don’t plan to give you permission to come until I’m balls deep inside you.”
He was an evil man. That’s all she could think. She knew he wouldn’t fuck her until she begged him. The snicks of a cap made her turn her head, and she watched as he coated the beads with lube.
“You already stole one orgasm let’s see how many more you want.”
He circled her clit in earnest now, and she fought against the orgasm that was building. The first bead was pressing against her entrance and she shook her head. He began flicking across her clit as he pressed it inside her. Pleasure washed over her as it breached her and as the orgasm racked her, she felt him pushing a second bead inside.
It was such an odd and intense sensation, nerves she had never known were there flared to life. Her pussy contracted, achingly empty.
His finger entered her cunt, while his thumb continued to work her clit. She thrashed trying to get away from the pleasure but he pressed up on some spot inside her and another orgasm crashed over the first. She screamed as he stroked over the magic spot and felt the third bead pressing into her. Sweat broke out across her body and her muscles trembled at the strange, overwhelming sensations.
“So fucking beautiful.” His hands pulled away from her and the orgasm finally rolled to a stop. She panted and squirmed, tugging against her restraints, trying to get used to the strange fullness. “I think my slave likes having her ass played with.”
Did she? It was all so new, she wasn’t sure what to think. Tek stroked his cock with slow motions, lust clearly displayed on all his features.
He bent over and nibbled on her over-sensitized nipples, and Cami knew she was almost at her limit for pleasure. When he gave a hard suck, she broke.
“Please, Master!”
She felt Tek’s smile against her breast. “Please, what slave?”
“Fuck me.” She arched up as if offering herself to him. The movement of the beads inside her almost starting another orgasm.
She watched with hunger as he put on a condom and placed his body on top of hers. With slow movements, he rubbed his cock over her clit in long strokes and she whimpered. He was so large she knew it was going to hurt, but no longer cared. She just needed him inside her.
He lifted himself and poised at her entrance, paused. She tugged at her restraints, almost feral with need.
“You’re perfect.”
She felt the stretch as he slowly entered her. The burn almost pleasant. He reached down and did something that caused the beads to start to vibrate, and another orgasm slammed through her as he thrust deep in the same moment.
The brief moment of pain was nothing compared to the ecstasy rolling through her. His thrusts were everything as he slammed into her, causing the orgasm to build higher.
“Fuck, Tek!” she screamed as he pulled the beads out.
“Cami!”
Stars flicked in front of her eyes as she came apart, not knowing if she could ever be put back together again.
Chapter 27
Be polite, be courteous, show professionalism and also have a plan to kill everyone in the room.
Tek stroked the purple hair of the angel blissed out and cuddled against him in the bed. He had never seen anyone so beautiful as they came apart. From what he could tell, she had been floating in subspace for almost twenty minutes. He had managed to get them cleaned up and some water into her, but he doubted she would remember any of it.
He had done kinky things before, even had a few women call him Sir, but when she had told him her fantasy, he’d about come in his pants like a teenager. The way she lost herself in the role was hot as hell and let him do the same. For a short period of time there was no outside pressure, just the two of them caught up in their own world. Her eyes fluttered open and her smile was precious.
“Hey, there.” The rasp in her voice was sexy as hell.
“Hey, kitten. You back with me?” She wouldn’t be up for more that night, but the silky feel of her skin against him was a temptation.
“Yeah. That was… intense.”
“Everything you hoped for?” He brushed a lock of her purple hair away from her eyes.
She chuckled and snuggled into him. “Yes.” She yawned. “Sorry. I know it’s early, but you wiped me out.”
They had both had a long day, but he had several things he still had to do before heading to bed. That didn’t mean she shouldn’t catch up on her rest. He ran a gentle hand up her back.
“You should sleep. If you’re feeling okay, I’ve got some calls I need to take care of before I crash. But I’ll be a room away if you need anything.”
Conflicting desires tore at him. Making sure she was okay after the intense scene was top of the list. Sub-drop was unpredictable and he would have to watch her carefully in case she experienced the emotional low which sometimes followed a trip into subspace. But her safety was still in danger, and his company wasn’t out of the woods yet. While he would love to spend the next few days doing nothing but learning every inch of her body, duty called.
Cami rolled so she was no longer snuggled on his chest and nuzzled into a pillow. “It’s okay. I’m going to sleep a bit. Then I’ll help you find Rick and whoever he is working with.” Her last sentence was more of a yawn than actual talking.
Tek kissed her hair and ignored the ache in his chest as he got out of bed. He dressed, and enjoyed the sight of Cami tangled up in bed, her creamy skin a tempting contrast against his dark sheets. He thought she was asleep before he even left the room.
The sounds of someone in the kitchen startled him and Tek rounded the corner ready to rip the Prospect, who was supposed to be watching the house from outside, a new asshole. Instead he saw Max pulling beers out of the fridge, a grim look on his face.
Max slid a bottle across the island countertop towards him. Tek took it with his sense of dread growing as seconds passed and his usually calm and chatty Brother remained silent.
Max took a pull from his drink. “I’m too late, aren’t I?”
“Too late for what?”
“To stop you from getting us anymore wrapped up with that girl.” Max nodded towards where Cami was sleeping.
“Since when do you care who I fucking sleep with?” Tek took a long pull on his beer, trying to cool the anger building in his stomach.
“Since your dick could drag us into a world of shit, we don’t need right now. Her problems have nothing to do with us.” Max growled in obvious frustration. “I’m not saying don’t keep her safe. Pay Kane’s men to protect her, somewhere else.”
“Let me get this straight. Dragon and Sharp’s women needed help and you’re all in, but since I’ve got money, I shouldn’t bother the Brothers with my woman’s problems.” He was practically shouting but didn’t care.
Tek had never before questioned any of h
is Brothers loyalty. Was it naïve to think they would be there for him? Did some of them resent the fact he had business outside the club?
“Oh, she’s your woman now? Wasn’t it last fucking night she was threatening Clean and the Club with exposure? How did you go from treating her like an enemy to fucking her in less than twenty-four hours?”
Had it really only been a day? So much had happened, Tek wasn’t sure how things had changed so quickly. No matter how much he wanted to lash out, his Brother had a point. That didn’t change the fact he wanted to keep her safe with men who were loyal to him for more than money.
“It’s complicated and beside the point. Isn’t it hypocritical that you didn’t complain when Tari’s problems got us in shit with the Bratva, or when saving Pixie put us in the crosshairs of the Mafia and Feds?”
“No. Tari’s shit was Dark Sons’ business from start to finish. Pixie was an innocent. Your woman is anything but.”
“Fuck you.” Tek clenched his fist around the bottle and held back the urge to throw it against the wall.
“Brother, you got your head so far up her pussy you can’t even see what she is.”
“And what am I, Jeffrey?” Cami’s monotone voice came from the hallway behind Tek.
He turned to see her dressed in one of his t-shirts, the material loose and falling an inch above her knees. Her purple hair was mussed and the look on her face was not what he expected. Anger, hurt would have been understandable but the disinterested boredom was strange. Tek looked back and forth between his Brother and the woman he was coming to care for, there was a lot he was missing. Why did she call him Jeffrey? As far as he knew, Max’s real name was Mark.
“I’m going to go,” Max growled and stepped back.
“No.” Tek stared at his Brother. “If there is something I need to know, say it.”
Cami hugged herself as if she was cold. “I think he’s a-afraid of me.”
Max stopped moving, his chest heaved as if he was trying to drag in air. Tek couldn’t understand what was going on, and it pissed him off.
“Why would he be afraid of you?”
“Because anyone who gets close to her ends up in jail or with their life ruined in some way,” Max snapped. “Did she tell you her last boyfriend is currently serving 15 years, and she’s the one who put him there?”
“I thought you said she goes after criminals and there was never proof it was her. And because of that she couldn’t be my hacker.”
“She didn’t bother hiding with him. Walked the evidence into the police and was scheduled to testify before he took a deal. We’re not choir boys, Tek. Think she won’t do the same thing to you?”
Tek’s thoughts whirled. The Dark Sons MC had plenty of legitimate and semi-legitimate businesses, but they also ran guns, and provided protection for people who weren’t even remotely legal. Would she feel it necessary to turn them in?
He had promised her trust and honesty. She had forgiven him once, and he didn’t think she would do it again if he lashed out or assumed the worst.
“Angela.” Tek waited a moment for their gazes to meet as he invoked their agreement. “Do you plan on turning on the Dark Sons or me?”
She curled in on herself, the robotic mask gone. Then she looked at Max. “When I was little, Mrs. Mardot was my N-nanny. She was the sweetest old lady you ever met. She had to keep working long after she should have retired b-because some asshole stole all her money.”
Cami rubbed her hands up and down her arms and Tek wanted to comfort her but managed to stand still.
“She told me I needed to be smart so I wouldn’t end up like her. I was twelve when I hacked the evidence to lock up the man who had hurt her. I felt like a s-superhero. So I kept doing that for others. My father knew what I was doing and while he was proud, he worried what would happen if I got caught. We came up with a p-plan.” Her voice cracked.
Tek watched as she walked over, pulled a bottle of water out of the fridge, cracked it open, and took a sip.
Cami placed her drink onto the counter. “I didn’t think it was necessary, but I found horrible things out about very powerful people who could be in a position to help me if I got caught.” She nodded over at Max. “They came for me when I was s-sixteen. The first two days weren’t bad some yelling, lots of questions, and isolating me without a lawyer or p-parent. I knew my father would be using the information I got to get me free.”
“It is a simple yes or no question. He doesn’t need story time.” Max’s voice was harsh. And Tek saw the man’s whole body vibrated with tension.
“So you get to out what you think are my dirty secrets, Jeffrey, but I’m supposed to keep yours quiet.”
“Max, my name is Max.”
Cami looked at him with tears shimmering in her eyes. “For the next t-three days Agent Devin, Max, and another man called Tony kept me in a room so bright my eyes hurt. Th-they weren’t supposed to give me food and b-barely gave me water. To end it, all I had to do was confess and agree to work for the government for the rest of my life.”
Tek was horrified. He had been an interrogator for the military. Trained men on how to break subjects as well as how to hold out under questioning. The idea of a sixteen-year-old girl being subjugated to treatment that broke well-trained soldiers turned his stomach.
“I was following orders. I never laid a hand on you.” Max’s shoulders were hunched as if she had physically hit him.
“No, you were the good cop sneaking me bites of food and extra water. Trying to convince me to do what they wanted. I a-always wondered if that was real concern or if it was just another way to break me.” Cami shook her head as if clearing away memories. “After my father got me out of there, I targeted people who abused the helpless in any way. Children, women, POWs, anyone trapped by someone more powerful, anyone who was helpless. So unless the Dark Sons prey on the helpless or swindle people out of money, they have nothing to fear from me.”
“You weren’t helpless.” Max’s words were hollow. Tek could tell he didn’t believe in what he was saying.
Tears started falling down Cami’s cheeks and Tek wrapped her up in a hug, feeling her body as it trembled against him.
“I believe you,” he whispered into her hair.
It took a few minutes, but she seemed to calm and stepped away from him, facing Max.
“It took me four months to find out every d-detail of all your lives. Every secret, every mission, anything st-stored in the files of your doctors, teachers, family photos, and in the blackest government files. I could have d-destroyed you. Hell, I could have planted f-fake evidence or interfered with a mission and set you up for death.”
Max leaned forward and clutched the edge of the marble countertop. “Why didn’t you? You destroyed Devin’s career, got Tony thrown into jail, where he was killed. Why didn’t you do the same to me?”
“Devin was power hungry and believed the ends justified the means. Tony was a sociopath the government had given a free pass to rape and murder as long as he completed missions. You were a good man placed into impossible situations who did the best he could while also surviving. You did a good job faking your death. Even I bought it.”
“Good to know.” Max shook his head. “And the boyfriend you turned on?”
“We were never actually dating. He tried to seduce the awkward computer geek so I would help him increase his security on his servers. Didn’t think I would look and see they were full of child pornography.”
“My source didn’t share that part of the story. I still think you’re a risk.” Max looked over to Tek, his face resolved. “Dark Sons for life. I may not like it, but I’ll back whatever you decide.”
“Thanks, Brother.” Tek reached out his arm and Max grabbed it pulling him into a back slapping hug.
“For what it’s worth, yeah, I was supposed to be the good cop, but I wasn’t supposed to give you anything unless you cracked. Seen bigger and tougher men crumble under a lot less pressure than you did.” Max loo
ked between the two of them. “Don’t ever underestimate her.”
Max left without another word. Tek pulled Cami into his arms. He wasn’t sure why, but he knew she wasn’t lying. She would be loyal to him and his Brothers.
“Joseph?” Her quiet tone reminded him that while he may be sure about them, she probably still had doubts.
Tek lifted her up onto the counter and stepped between her legs, putting them eye to eye. “Yeah?”
“You believe me right?”
He leaned in and kissed her forehead. “I do.”
“You have to tell me if this is too much. My problems or any of it. I’m not going to change. I know secrets that could get a lot of people hurt, and while I’m careful, I’ve always known someday it would come back to haunt me. I just never had anyone that might get hurt with me.”
“Don’t worry about us, kitten. Me and my Brothers can handle it.”
Chapter 28
“Find out who you are and do it on purpose.”— Dolly Parton
For three days Cami spent all her time either on the computer or acting out horizontal fantasies with Tek. Her hands were cramping, and they were no closer to figuring out where Rick went or what the hacking group, R3publix, was planning or if they even were going to come after her again.
Tek was spending today helping clean up the digital mess back at his company, and she decided to take a walk to clear the cobwebs from her mind while some of her programs were running. Her current bodyguard, Grinder was giving her enough space she could almost pretend she was alone walking along the edge of the field.
“Well, look who finally came up for air from her marathon sex-a-thon.” Heat crawled up Cami’s cheeks as she looked over to the back of the house where they had held the bar-b-que.
Jojo stood in the doorway of an enclosed porch, Val and Pixie sitting behind her. Someone had obviously fetched her friend some of her own clothes because the drag queen was decked out in a cowgirl outfit that hugged her body like a second skin, a black bouffant wig done up in style on her head.