Stronghold (Stronghold 1)

by Angel, Golden

  “Keep touching yourself.”

  The little moaning whimper vibrated along his cock and his knees almost buckled.

  “Pinch your nipples. Hard. And twist them,” he said hoarsely.

  As she followed his instructions she kept up the little noises, causing tiny changes in the sensations that ran along the surface of his cock. Holding her head securely in place, he began to gently pump his hips back and forth, watching as the shiny length slipped easily between her lips. Tilting her head back slightly so that he could see her eyes, the vision was everything he'd fantasized about... and it felt incredible.

  Even though he was holding her in place, she was actively participating rather than just providing a place for his to thrust his dick. Her tongue explored the bottom of his cock and the suction of her mouth was never-ending. If she'd been allowed to put her hands on him he was sure he wouldn't have lasted a minute - he'd told her to play with her breasts because he liked the visual, but it had turned out to be an inspired move.

  ******

  This wasn't giving a blowjob, this was having her mouth taken. It was hot as hell too. As much as Angel wanted to try and take control of what was happening, because in her head that was how giving head worked, she loved it every time Master Adam denied her that control. She'd never let a man just take over her mouth like this, but if she didn't trust him after two scenes where she'd been tied up, how could she not trust him now?

  And there was something incredibly sexy about him having complete control, the way that he was careful with how far into her mouth he thrust, the way he watched her to make sure that she wasn't gagging or choking. Any time she did start to gag, he would pull back and thrust shallowly for a few times before going in deep again. Just enough time to allow her to get her breathing and gag reflex back under control. It was that kind of consideration which made it so easy for her to submit to him and allow him to do with her want he wanted.

  A shudder went through his body.

  "I'm going to cum, Angel," he rasped, and his hands loosened on her head. She realized that he was giving her the opportunity to pull back in case she didn't want him to cum in her mouth.

  Normally she didn't care one way or the other, but with him she found that she really, really wanted to take this all the way through. She wanted to have him cum in her mouth and to swallow him down. So she leaned forward, sucking hard, and his fingers tightened in her hair again as he groaned.

  He pulsed between her lips, the head of his dick nestled against her throat so that she couldn't even taste him, all she could feel was the warm fluid spurting into her as she swallowed convulsively. Something that felt remarkably like triumph sparked in her belly and her pussy clenched. It was definitely the only time that she'd become even more aroused when a guy came in her mouth. Her jaw ached a bit, her knees were getting sore, and her nipples were throbbing from the abuse she'd put them through while Master Adam used her mouth. Like everything else she'd done at the club with him, it had been one of the most intense sexual experiences she'd ever had.

  The almost awed look that he gave her as he slipped his softening cock from her mouth made her feel like a sex goddess. A warm glow suffused her body even though she hadn't come, just because this time she'd given him pleasure instead of the other way around.

  The salty, slightly sweet taste of him filled her mouth now, as he ran his thumb over her swollen lips. The look that he was giving her was almost tender, his touch gentle.

  Noise outside of the room made them both look up and remember that they were in the club, they weren't alone and they were supposed to be helping. Adam immediately stuffed himself back into his pants as Angel grabbed her bra and shirt and pulled them back on.

  A rueful smile crossed Adam's face as he helped her back up to her feet. "That was wonderful, sweetheart." Brushing the hair back from her face, he placed a small kiss on her mouth and she thrilled to the touch. "You're going to be here tomorrow for the dance, right?"

  "Of course," she said, smiling up at him as he placed his hand in the small of her back and propelled her back towards the door. This could have so easily been just a scene, but it was a good sign that he was asking about tomorrow, right? That meant that maybe he wanted to see her again.

  Even if all he wanted to do was scene with her at the club, it wasn't like there were any other guys she was interested in at the moment. She could live with that until either he or she found someone else they were interested in.

  "Good." His voice lowered as he pulled her close for a moment, his lips next to her ear. "I'm sorry we don't have time now, but I fully intend to take care of you later."

  She had a stupid, silly grin that wouldn't wipe off her face as they went back upstairs to join the rest of the helpers.

  Chapter 16

  The upstairs of the club had been completely transformed by the time Angel and Adam came back up from the Dungeon. Because it was the main floor, Patrick had insisted that Lexie focus most of her decorating efforts there, rather than putting them all over the entire club. Hearts dangled from the ceiling of the bar, their ends just brushing the top of Andrew's head as he moved around behind it, more hearts and streamers came down from the ceiling over the dance floor, and red and pink gels had been inserted into the lights to give the room a rosy glow. The stage was clear except for a spanking bench which had been set up in the middle of it.

  "Patrick's doing a spanking demonstration tomorrow night for the party," Adam said, seeing where Angel was looking. He grinned, his fingers slowly massaging the small of her back in a way that made her want to melt. "Turning lots of heart-shaped objects nice and pink."

  Angel laughed. "Sounds like fun."

  "You won't need him to do that for you," Adam said firmly, steering her over to where the rest of the helpers had gathered.

  Andrew was coming out from behind the bar to join them as well. Patrick and Lexie were standing on opposite sides of the table with Olivia, Lisa, Lisa's submissive Karen, Will and Rick between them on either side. Angel had met all of them, although she'd spent a lot more time with the friends that weren't there. While she would have gone to the side closest to them, which would have put her and Adam between Will and Rick, she was a little surprised to find herself led around to the opposite side of the table and placed between Olivia and Karen instead, with Adam standing behind her.

  Which of course meant that she couldn't twist around to see his expression without being totally obvious. She knew that Doms were supposed to be kind of possessive, so did that mean that Adam considered her to be his? Or was it just a post-scene kind of possessiveness? At some point she was really going to have to let him know that she would like to see him for more than just club scenes, but this obviously wasn't the time. Next time they were alone. Hopefully tomorrow.

  "Just in time guys, we were about to have a celebration drink," Rick said, grinning as Andrew put down a tray full of shot glasses down on the center of the table, explaining what he'd been doing behind the bar. His eyes flicked over Angel's flushed face and she wondered if he could tell what she and Adam had been doing down in the Dungeon. Immediately her face heated even more, but Rick just gave her a little smile. Behind her Adam shifted closer, his hand on her hip and she really wished she could see his expression. "I got an official job offer at Westwood High School and as of this summer I'll be moving up to this area!"

  Everyone cheered, although it was obvious that they'd already heard this and it was being repeated for Adam and Angel's benefit. Since the club was already decorated everyone just hung around for a while; Angel ended up talking to Lexie and Karen while Rick and Adam talked about places that Rick was thinking about living. Karen seemed interested in the self-defense classes too, which ended up pulling Lisa and Olivia into their conversation.

  All in all it ended up being a great way to end the evening, with no awkwardness possible between her and Adam, because there were too many other people to talk to. Although she kind of wished they could have gotten a privat
e word, she wasn't really sure what she would say.

  Hey, I like you, can we date outside the club?

  After all, wasn't a Dom supposed to make the first move? From what she'd read, it seemed like the submissive always had the option to end the relationship if they didn't like the direction the Dom was headed in, but the Dom kind of led the way. So maybe she should just wait and see what Adam said.

  He walked both her and Lexie to their cars, which were next to each other in the parking lot, giving the younger woman a kiss on the forehead and Angel a kiss on the cheek right next to her mouth. If she'd turned her head just a little bit their lips would have pressed together. But she wasn't going to push it.

  "See you tomorrow," he murmured, and then he was gone. Angel sighed. Tomorrow couldn't come too soon.

  ******

  The club was packed. Adam kind of hated to say it, but it looked like Lexie's theme party was rather inspired. Truthfully, none of them had really thought the club would be any busier than a normal Valentine's Day, but now that it was decorated and the party had been advertised to the members, it seemed like a lot of people had changed their plans from previous years. Lexie had been right and Patrick had been wrong.

  Maybe that was why the big man was looking so grumpy. Or maybe it was because he was watching Lexie and her boyfriend Trevor on the dance floor. Her boyfriend who was rather obviously staring at the other women in various states of undress. Either Lexie didn't notice or she wasn't bothered by it, but Patrick and her other self-declared big brothers definitely had and definitely were.

  Adam couldn't entirely blame the kid, these were obviously not the surroundings he was used to and there were a lot of things to stare at for a young man, but he didn't like that the kid was doing it while he was hanging all over Lexie. Or what ideas he might be getting.

  Still, they were definitely under close watch. Olivia had actually volunteered to be Dungeon Monitors tonight, Hilary and Liam were on the dance floor nearby, Andrew was behind the bar, keeping an eye on the alcohol intake of everyone, and the rest of their friends were casually spread out around the floor. Adam didn't doubt that Justin and Chris would take Jessica off to play at some point during the evening, but only when they were completely sure that Lexie and Trevor were well watched. Maybe not until after they'd left.

  He grimaced a bit. Which meant that he couldn't leave the floor to go play with Angel either, not without feeling guilty and worrying in the back of his head about what might be happening up here. Not that Angel was here yet. It hadn't taken him very long to scan the room twice, just to make sure, even though he'd asked Jared when he came it.

  It didn't bode well that the big man was here rather than out with Marissa, especially since Adam now realized that Jared hadn't been around at all last weekend. But the stoic, blank look on Jared's face also kept him from asking any questions. He'd talk when he was ready, and right now while he was on duty was not the time to try and force the issue. Adam felt a little bad; he'd been so wrapped up in what was going on with Angel that he hadn't even noticed until now that Jared hadn't really been around the past couple of weeks.

  He'd have to make it up to the big guy later.

  "You know, you actually look like one of those things that Lexie's always calling us," he said, coming up beside Patrick. The man's heavy arms were crossed over his chest and he was glaring at the dance floor. More specifically, at one particular couple on the dance floor. Adam hoped that the submissives who offered up their bottoms for Patrick's spanking demonstration liked a good, hard spanking because it didn't look like the owner was in the mood to go gentle.

  "Sentinels?"

  "Yeah, that's the one."

  "I can't believe I let her in the club."

  There was a long silence as the pounding beat of the music throbbed. Lexie laughed, her head tipping backwards as Trevor spun her around. He wasn't a bad looking kid. Black hair, dark eyes, naturally tanned skin with a bit of an olive tint to it, the kind of muscles that a guy who played sports would have, but Adam didn't miss the way Lexie's eyes still constantly veered over to where Patrick was standing. She might have just been checking to see if she was still being watched, but it didn’t look like she cared who else might be watching her other than Patrick.

  "Has she tried to leave this floor with him yet?"

  "No," Patrick said, sounding both relieved and disappointed at the same time. Probably disappointed because it meant that he couldn't kick Trevor out and relieved because he didn't have to think about what reasons Lexie might have for such a move. He sighed. "Stay here for a bit, I need to check on something in the office."

  Watching the dance floor was no hardship, especially because his current position also allowed him to watch the front door. There were a lot of couples and just as many singles on the dance floor, the lounge area was basically deserted. Adam grinned a little bit as he saw a couple submissives outright flirting with Kris, a shy but competent Dom, on the opposite side of the dance floor. Maybe it was the party atmosphere, but it did seem like people were being more outrageous than usual.

  Next to Lexie and Trevor, two female submissives were dancing with a Dom, and putting on a bit of a show for him and everyone else. Touching, snatching an occasional kiss. Every time he caught them touching each other inappropriately they earned a smack on the ass, but every time they managed a kiss - despite his maneuvering - they each received a kiss from him as well. It was a game and one that all three of them were obviously enjoying, but Trevor was enjoying watching the two women touch and kiss each other just as much. Lexie was watching just as closely, her body swaying in time with the music and her boyfriend.

  When she glanced over and saw that Patrick was gone from Adam's side, her face fell just a little bit and her eyes did a quick circuit around the room before coming back to Adam. He nodded his head towards the office. The relief on her face was unmistakable.

  He didn't really blame Lexie for dating other people, despite the fact that it was becoming more and more obvious to all of them that she had a huge crush on Patrick. After all, Patrick was never going to treat her as anything other than a little sister, even though Adam was pretty sure his feelings for her were as far from brotherly as they could get. But he did wonder why she'd wanted to bring Trevor here. Had she wanted to try to make Patrick jealous? That was definitely playing with fire, because he was positive it still wasn't going to get Lexie what she wanted and it was only going to make both of them miserable.

  "Master Adam," purred a voice to his left. "I was hoping to see you here this evening." Laurie, a vivacious and curvy redhead shifted closer to him, almost touching. "Are you playing tonight?"

  "I am, but I already have a scene set up, I'm just waiting on my partner," he said, trying to shift away. Unfortunately because the club was so crowded he didn't have very far to go.

  Laurie tilted her head as she looked up at him. While she was very attractive and they'd played before, months ago, the invitation didn't appeal to him at all. And it had nothing to do with her and everything to do with the woman he was waiting on.

  "We could play while you wait... or dance."

  Somehow he felt pretty sure that playing on the dance floor was more what Laurie had in mind.

  Adam scowled down at her. "Shouldn't you be waiting in the Lounge for someone to come to you?"

  "No one's doing that tonight," she said, sidling closer and pressing her breasts against his arm. "But if it bothers you, you can always punish me for it."

  "Someone definitely needs to spank you, but it's not going to be me," he said. "But if you keep this up, I'll make sure that Patrick uses you for his demonstration." Laurie's cheeks paled. She was more than a bit of a brat, but she didn't have a very high pain tolerance; both of them knew that Patrick's preferences would be way too rough for her.

  Looking back over at the entrance of the club, Adam's breath caught in his throat.

  What the hell is she wearing?!

  Straps crisscrossed Angel's b
ody, bright red leather, in the outline of a bathing suit, but there was nothing between the leather straps. Small rectangles covered her nipples and her pussy lips, but otherwise the entire 'outfit' - if it could be called that - was just made up of those thin straps, crossing her creamy skin. Lust and possessive rage boiled through him and it was all he could do to keep from striding across the room and covering her up. Preferably with himself.

  Looking up she caught his eye and her face brightened.

  Next to him, Laurie sighed loudly. "Is that your partner for the evening?"

  "Yes," he looked down at the attractive little sub and smiled apologetically. "Don't worry Laurie, there's going to be plenty of people here tonight." Breaking his eyes away from Angel had been difficult but necessary.

  What was it about the woman that made him feel so out of control? So much like a barbarian? Maybe it was the leather, because his head was definitely dancing with visions of hauling her over his shoulder and carrying her away like a prize. His brother had always joked they were descended from Vikings and right now he was feeling all too much like one. But he had to control his impulses - not only was there Lexie to look out for, but Patrick had specifically asked him to stay on this floor while he attended to whatever it was he needed to in the office.

  He had the feeling that a couple of minutes next to Angel, trying to keep his hands off of all that skin she was showing, and he was going to forget both responsibilities.

  ******

  Her fingernails bit into the skin of her palms.

  I won't look over there again. I won't.

  As if the image of the pretty, petite redhead pressing her breasts against Master Adam wasn't already burned into her brain. When she'd first walked in he'd looked up, seen her, and then turned right back to his conversation with the redhead. Smiling at the obviously flirting submissive. Encouraging her. Not that Angel could blame the woman for trying. Master Adam looked particularly good tonight. Not at all Valentinesy, but she hadn't really expected that. Even from a distance she could tell that he was wearing leather pants with his usual button down. Which had been unbuttoned about halfway down. Damn him for looking so casually sexy.