“Fuck me,” he rasped, his head against the iron bars.
“I can,” she promised, rising to the tip and whipping her tongue around his cockhead. “But first you’ll come in my mouth.”
“Who’s the submissive one here?” he teased.
“I’ll be submissive to you any day of the week and several times on a Saturday night, but I want to win the competition tonight.”
“What competition?” he asked, watching her mouth work around his size once again.
Her eyelashes fluttered as she lowered her mouth and completely consumed him, her gag reflexes massaging his length. The hot caresses were spellbinding as she rose and fell over his cock, her fingers twirling around his balls as she gave him the best blow he’d ever enjoyed.
“It’s no-holds-barred,” she whispered, dragging her tongue back and forth over the slit. “They eliminate each cage one by one based on the crowd’s response. When the spotlight is on us, we’re being judged.”
She returned to the task of giving him one hell of a blow job. He pulled her hair again and forced her to look at him. “Why is winning so important to you?”
She sipped at the end of his dick, a transparent line of excitement connecting his cockhead to her chin. “Because in the end, what else is there? Winning in life, love, and the activities you enjoy. That’s what’s important.”
Wyatt gasped when her head bounced over him again. Her lips tightened around his cock, rolling with the skin as she kneaded his flesh with her mouth, luring him closer to her throat.
The spotlight hit them dead-on. Kimberly crouched on all fours, nuzzling his shaft, licking his balls, and hungrily consuming his cock again, slurping and sucking, until he was seconds away from losing his release, a moment away from letting her have a stout shot of his cum.
The crowd cheered, but the echoes of the racket they made faded in the background as Kimberly puckered her lips and drew him between her swollen lips with a tighter suction. At the same time, she trailed her fingers up and down his swollen sac. And that was the final ticket, the one maneuver guaranteed to make him explode!
“Fuck!” he screamed, pumping at a rapid pace. He ground against her mouth, tapped her tonsils, rolled his hips, and thrust in between her lips with no-holds-barred, just like she wanted. His hot cum shot to the back of her throat as the pulse of his release left him empowered rather than spent.
Below, the crowd cheered as he spilled his seed deep inside her mouth. His cock vibrated as he came, exploding inside the hot recess of her mouth.
Complete, he grabbed her hair once more, jerking her head back, and smothering her lips with his. Again the crowd cheered.
“Now that’s fucking hot, ladies and gentlemen,” the DJ said.
Wyatt offered her a helping hand. Once she stood again, he pushed her against the bars and whispered across her lips. “You’re in trouble, little lady.”
“I can see that,” she said, gripping his semihard cock and working him back into a full erection.
Cupping her breast, he dragged his thumb over her extended nipple, wanting to rip that damn dress straight from her back and lose himself in those voluptuous breasts. Instead, he pushed the material higher, realizing the crowd would see one fine ass, a shapely bottom they wouldn’t soon forget.
“Is that all you want to show?” she asked. Her cheeks were flushed. Her lips were parched. She looked like a sex kitten ready to drag a throaty roar from the lion.
“You want to take it all off?”
“You’d better hurry and decide.” She nodded at a descending cage. There were fifteen to start and they’re down to eight.”
“You are competitive.”
She wiggled away from the dress, obviously wanting the freedom and longing for full exposure.
“Fuck it,” he said, grabbing the wadded material and yanking it over her head. Immediately, the dress fell to the floor. He reached between her full mounds and unhooked the silver bra clasp. Her breasts spilled into his hands, and he lowered his mouth, kissing one nipple and then the other.
Lifting her to him, he disposed of her panties. The clock was ticking. Time was running out. And he’d never been more turned on in public. He’d never had such a pounding erection, a hard-on so painful that he knew there was only one way to satisfy his longing, one solution to his overwhelming problem.
Locking her legs behind his back, he threw himself against her, his cock spreading her pussy lips as he entered her. Her silken heat coated his prick as he pushed inside her with a forceful thrust.
“Good God, I could come.”
“You’ll have to,” she whispered, nicking his earlobe. “You can’t put on a condom here. They aren’t allowed in the shows.” She moaned aloud then, really working her body around his, milking his cock with a tight squeeze as she rode him.
“Protected?” he asked, his thighs bunching as he threw her above him, his cock retreating as he let her glide down his body once more.
“Very,” she promised, cupping his cheeks and kissing him.
Their tongues dueled for the lead as he penetrated her again. He screwed her then without restrictions. If fucking were a competition, a graded sport, then he felt certain of a winning finish.
Bracketing one arm around her waist, he gripped the bar behind them again. His arm muscles flexed. Oh God, he was close. A few more deep strokes and he’d cross the threshold to the point of no return.
“Wyatt!” she screamed, her sizzling-hot pussy vibrations leaving his stomach in knots.
That damned spotlight shone in their cage again.
Below them, someone screamed, “Get it, boy!”
Another fellow yelled, “Tap that high-priced pussy!”
Kimberly didn’t seem to mind. Instead, she flung her body back without warning, forcing him to hold her at an angle as he fucked her from another vantage point.
“Remind me to spank you for that.”
A wicked smile curved her lips. “I don’t want you to quit on me yet.”
“Talk about barricading the dam,” he rasped, swiveling her body around as he delivered short and quick intimate punches.
“Come,” he said, wanting to watch her undulate again.
“I can’t,” she whined.
“For me, you will,” he told her, placing his palm at her back and driving into her. At the same time, he mashed his thumb against her clit, watching as her nipples hardened, her body stilled.
“That’s it, baby. Let go. Feel me. Clench around me.”
“Wyatt!” Her release was instant then as her syrupy sweetness oozed around his cock.
“Ah yeah, baby,” he crooned, using both hands to support her back as he rammed his cock inside her pulsing channel. “There you go. Hmm. Don’t stop squeezing me. Oh yeah, baby. Hmm, what a sweet sub. That’s what you are. My sweet submissive woman.”
His cock thrummed inside her and a massive explosion sent him into orbit, challenging him to maintain his balance as he worked his body from side to side, trying to go deeper. He pushed them both to limits beyond their control, beyond any boundaries either of them might have previously set.
“We have a winner!” the DJ screamed.
Wyatt paid him no mind until Kimberly’s legs tightened around his waist and she threw herself forward. Locking her arms around his neck, she held on tight as the cage was lowered. “You were amazing.”
With his cock still pulsing inside her, he pressed his lips to her forehead. “Honey, I’ve never had an experience like that. You rocked my world.”
“Pay the attendant to go away and I’ll rock it again and again.”
Chapter Thirty
Hours later, they arrived back at Sebastian’s estate. Kimberly had never felt so cared for or so pampered as Sebastian carried her to bed. Wyatt ran intervention, meeting Cherie and Jaelon in the hallway and asking them not to disturb her until later in the day.
A few minutes later, she was tucked in bed staring at the doorway. “What happened there?”
/> “Vince locked us out and Superman, here, burst through the door.”
“That must’ve hurt,” she said, watching Wyatt.
“He’s fine.”
“I could play this to the hilt,” Wyatt teased, caressing her arm.
“Tonight you couldn’t,” she assured him, her eyes feeling heavy.
She was just about asleep when her phone rang. “Where’s my purse?”
Sebastian quickly searched for her bag. He removed her phone from the side pocket and handed it over.
Both men looked on with concern in their eyes. Before she answered, she said, “You didn’t tell him.”
“No,” they replied in unison.
“Who is this?” Daddy Kane’s voice filled the receiver before she said hello.
“Daddy, I’m fine. Go back to bed.”
“What’s going on, Kimberly? We just heard from the state police there, something about an abduction?”
“I’m fine now. Get some rest. I’ll call you tomorrow.”
“Let me talk to Sebastian.”
She took a deep breath, clicked the speaker option, and handed over the phone. “Sebastian? I’d like a word with you.”
“Hang on, Kane. Your daughter hit the speaker button and I don’t know how to work her phone.”
Kimberly set her lips in a tight line. How dare him! It wasn’t as if she wanted her father to know she was eavesdropping.
“Might as well leave the damn thing on speaker. Is Wyatt there?”
“Right here, Kane.”
“Do you boys mind telling me why you didn’t call and let us know what happened to Kimberly?”
“For starters, Kane, we’re not boys,” Wyatt said, earning Kimberly’s instant appreciation, and probably her father’s respect.
“He’s right, Kane. If this had gotten out of hand, if we couldn’t have handled it, we would’ve contacted you right away.”
“The hell you would’ve!” Kane bellowed. “I knew your father, Sebastian, and while he was a friend, he had one detrimental flaw. He never asked anyone for anything. He never asked for help when he needed it. And God knows there were several times when he needed plenty.”
“We have Kimberly here with us,” Sebastian said calmly. “She’s safe. We didn’t need assistance. We found her and everything is fine.”
The lines of communication became dangerously quiet.
“What happened?” Kane finally demanded.
“This is one of the reasons why we didn’t ask for help, Kane,” Wyatt said. “When others aren’t involved in a catastrophe, it’s easier to put the past to rest. We took care of the problem. Most of the abduction will be online tomorrow morning in the Columbia news journals. You can read about it there.”
“I’ll be damned if I want to read about my daughter in a newspaper!”
Kimberly grinned. Oh they had definitely ruffled her father’s feathers now.
Sebastian winked and a devilish smirk left his dimples framing those all-too-kissable lips. She suddenly longed to reach out and touch them, caress them with her own hungry mouth.
“I don’t understand what the two of you were thinking. Kimberly is my daughter. I love her. You could’ve come to me for help.”
Kimberly felt a quite explainable surge of relief when Kane professed his love for her. At times, no thanks to Jason, she’d seriously doubted if her parents cared for her as deeply as they cared for her sisters.
“I love you, too, Dad,” she finally said. The sentiment sounded as if it had been pulled straight from her heart, tugged beyond her lips. Still, she felt as if she needed to reassure him.
“That’s good to know, Kimberly,” Kane bit out. “And men, I’ll read the damned articles on the Internet and I’ll contact the local boys there in Columbia. If I find out there’s reason to worry about my daughter’s safety and you’re hiding something crucial, you’ll live to regret it. Do I make myself clear?”
“I’m not a little girl anymore.”
“You think I don’t know that?” Kane bellowed. “Do you honestly think I don’t know what kind of party you were attending before everything went to hell? Damn it, I know you aren’t a child. You’re a woman to those men with you. But to me, you’ll always be my daughter and no one—listen to me—no one will ever protect you more than your fathers.”
“I don’t know about that, Kane,” Sebastian said, exchanging a glance with Wyatt.
“I disagree, too,” Wyatt informed him.
Kimberly’s pulse raced. They cared for her. If she had doubted their emotions before, there wasn’t a doubt in her mind now.
“Hang on there a second,” Kane said.
“Sure.” Sebastian yawned.
“Tell him you’re worn out and we’re ready to get some sleep,” Wyatt said.
A few minutes passed. Kimberly had almost dozed off by the time her father returned to the line and said, “Sebastian? Wyatt?”
“Yes, sir?” they replied in unison.
“Here’s Braden. Maybe he can talk some sense into you.”
“I thought this was settled,” Wyatt mouthed, searching Kimberly’s eyes.
A small tickle at the back of her neck alarmed Kimberly. Daddy Kane never handed over the phone to Braden Daddy unless an underlying reason, generally a very important one, provoked him.
“Kimberly, are you doing okay, honey?”
“Yes. I’m fine.”
“Do you want me to come and pick you up?”
“No. Why?”
“I would feel better if you were here at home or you were over at the club. We can add extra security.”
“Braden Daddy, you let Daddy Kane convince you there’s this large danger looming now. Really, there’s nothing to worry about. With that being said, I’m really tired. Can we talk tomorrow?”
“Don’t dismiss me or this situation. I want to know Jason’s role in this.”
“What role? I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Kimberly said.
Sebastian’s nostrils flared and his cheek twitched. Wyatt’s jaw tensed and he began pacing.
“Why would you mention Jason?” Kimberly asked, observing Sebastian and Wyatt.
“We have reason to believe he’s behind this, Kimberly.”
“Everything bad that happens to me doesn’t always circle back to Jason,” she said, realizing her response made her sound incredibly protective. Trying to correct the mistake, she added, “Just like everything bad that happens to Trixie isn’t Mitch’s fault. It’s life. Things happen.”
A few muffled sounds filled the line and Kimberly was certain there must’ve been a hand over the receiver while the parental team held council. A second later, she heard her mother say, “Kimberly, your dads are worried. So am I. Please take me off speakerphone so I can explain.”
“We’ll only insist that she tell us what you shared with her later, Peyton,” Wyatt said.
Her mother sighed. “You fellas obviously don’t know me very well. I’m not a member of the good old boys’ club and if I want to talk to my daughter, I can do it in private.
“If she later decides to discuss with you what I talk with her about then that’s her business, but unlike her fathers, I’m not convinced of your strength nor am I impressed by the fact that you handled this situation on your own. Now get me off the damn intercom and let me speak to my daughter in private.”
Kimberly snatched the phone from the bed. “That was unnecessary.”
“You may not think so by the time I get through with you, young lady.”
Chapter Thirty-One
As soon as Kimberly left the room, Sebastian tossed Vince Littleton’s cell phone to the bed. “I forgot I had this.”
Wyatt snatched up the small device and immediately started trying to break the password, working out a number of random combinations commonly used for locking cell phones. Upon the seventh try, the small silver bar at the bottom faded out and Littleton’s text messages were displayed, along with e-mail access and other interestin
g data.
“What do you have?” Sebastian asked, staring at the closed bathroom door. “You need to hurry. Her mother probably won’t talk all morning.”
“You don’t know Peyton Cartwell too well. The woman never comes up for air.”
“I hope that’s hereditary.”
Wyatt snickered. “I didn’t mean it like that.”
“Understood. What do you have?” Sebastian asked, leaning over Wyatt’s shoulder.
He scrolled through numerous messages exchanged between Vince and Sweden, a name he and Sebastian knew well. Shaking his head, he said, “This isn’t good.”
“What?” Sebastian asked impatiently.
“Hang on,” Wyatt said, choosing another contact name.
“Tell me something, damn it. Don’t leave me in the dark. It’s apparent the Cartwells know something they aren’t sharing with us.”
“If they have this information and they aren’t telling us, there’s a serious problem,” Wyatt said, hurriedly reading over another round of texts. “Sebastian, Kimberly is in some kind of trouble.”
“What are you talking about? Explain.”
Wyatt shook his head. “I’m not sure, but by the looks of this, she may have signed some sort of service contract between several Doms and Jason Neely.”
“Let me see that,” Sebastian snapped, snatching the phone away from him.
His head jerked as he skimmed the messages. He violently poked various keys on the phone and then tossed the cellular device to the mattress. “This can’t be.”
“How do you interpret those texts?” Wyatt asked.
“Consider the source. Remember, this is Vince’s phone.”
“And you keep in mind that the man had no idea we would find him, much less guess you’d take his phone.”
Sebastian grimaced. “If this is true, Neely will pay.”
“If the Cartwells already know this, then Jason has probably skipped town. Kane would kill him with his bare hands.”
Sebastian dragged his fingers through his hair. He went to the window and looked down on the lawn below him. “It took less than forty-eight hours for her to turn our lives upside down.”
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