Just because he could.
“Ladies.” Jared addressed them with a head nod and then focused on his girl. “Cyn has a doctor appointment she can’t miss. Those checkups are very important, I hear.”
Cyn looked across the room at the padded table and covered tray.
Jenna wondered if she recognized the scene yet. Medical fetish. It was something she’d written in the diary she shared with her men.
The diary was something the trio all wrote fantasies in. Every once in a while Jenna would help one of them make one of the fantasies come true.
This had been a new one for Jenna. She’d had a blast setting it up and learned about a whole new realm of kinky she didn’t even know existed.
At the urging of the twins, she’d had several phone calls with a former member named Michael Hotlidge. He was a research doctor at John’s Hopkins University who had a real thing for medical fetish. The only reason he wasn’t a member anymore was because he moved to lead a research project on female orgasm.
And Jenna hadn’t been above Googling him to see what he looked like.
Holy.
Shit.
Apparently some of his staff called him Dr. Hottie. She had no difficulty figuring out why.
He’d also recently met someone who shared his kink.
She thought he was in love but he said they were taking it slow. Funny how people can be right in the middle of love and not see it.
Cyn’s moan drew her back into the here and hot-as-hell.
Chris had already dragged her to the edge of the bed and up onto her knees as he owned her mouth. He trapped her arms behind her head and he was pulling her blouse from her skirt.
“That’s our cue to leave, ladies,” she fake-whispered as she shoved at Skye to get off the bed.
“Oh, Mom, just a few more minutes.” The three of them slipped on their shoes and headed for the door.
“A few more minutes and Cyn’s going to be getting her tonsils checked by two cocks.”
Skye turned around and started heading back to the bed.
Haleigh and Jenna both grabbed her, turning her around and ushering her out of the room. As they opened the door, Chris said, “Ms. Andrews, please tell us what you made the appointment for today…”
Jenna closed the door and Skye peered through the crack for as long as she could. The door lock snapped into place, making Jenna’s pulse race.
Pretty soon it was going to be her and Nick behind closed doors.
Panic raced in her veins and she tried not to freak out.
She tried to convince herself that she could do it again. Submit to Nick. Give him her body and keep everything else locked up tight.
It was all about the sex.
Nothing else.
It had to be.
She didn’t have anything but her body to share with him.
Her heart had been locked up long ago and no one had the key. Not even her. The one person who had it threw it away, years ago. He’d tossed it off the edge of a bridge in an unknown town, where it sank…never to be found again.
No feelings.
No love.
Just sex.
She could do it.
Even her inner cheerleader, flipped her the bird.
Chapter Four
Very early the next morning the last members were gone, save the few who were spending the night in the playrooms downstairs.
Two thirty.
She had a half-hour of pseudo-freedom left.
The eerie silence in the main bar area normally lulled Jenna into a quiet space where she could find her center again after a crazy night.
Of course that wasn’t going to happen, when she knew what was about to happen between her and Nick. No way, no how. And they still had to talk too.
Awesome.
Jenna sat at the bar with Oscar, who was cleaning up the last glasses and getting everything put up for the night.
Jackson walked behind her, patting her shoulder as she rubbed her neck. “Gate’s locked. Skye’s in bed at her apartment. I believe I’m going to go make sure she’s tucked in safe and sound.”
Jenna laughed, thankful for the momentary distraction. “Right neighborly of you. And that would totally make sense, if you didn’t live on the other side of town, nearly a half-hour’s drive from her.”
He kept walking to the exit door, but she could hear the smirk in his voice. “That’s just the kind of friend I am. Later.”
She eyed the carpet as he turned the corner, contemplating taking her shoes off so she could sink her toes into it. Hardwood would have been easier to maintain but the twins had decided on carpet since a lot of the submissives were on their knees for their Masters in here. Or sitting at their feet before or after a scene.
The temptation was there to slide her stilettos off but when she met Nick the added height would be worth its weight in gold.
Her spiky heels made her feel powerful and she’d take any advantage she could get when she met Nick.
Fake it ’til you make it, was one of her favorite sayings to brand-new subs.
She decided not to look too closely into that thought.
Jenna focused back on Oscar who was steadily cleaning.
“Need any help? I could do anything you need. Just put me to work. I could wash, you could dry…” She sounded desperate. She knew it and just couldn’t put a cork in it.
He snickered and she glanced up to his face from where she had been transfixed by the water in the sink. “What?”
“What? Really? You’ve been here long enough—been in the lifestyle a hell of a lot longer than I have—and you’re going to sit there with those big doe eyes and ask ‘what’?”
“I’m a little distracted, it’s true.”
He shook his head at her, raising an eyebrow at the same time. “Your pupils are dilated, and I really don’t want to have to explain to Chris and or Jared and or another certain dark-haired Dom who’s probably on his way why you’re drooling on all the glassware. You look exhausted.”
Her head thunked on the bar as she gave in.
It’d been a long night.
Since the moment he’d put his hands on her—
Even that was a crock of shit she was trying to pass of as true.
Since the moment she said Yes to him—
Lie.
Since the moment his face flashed up in her head during one of her dreams of Ian, he’d occupied her every waking thought.
Things were about to change. Hopefully for the better, but it could absolutely go either way. It wasn’t as if they were mere acquaintances, just as Skye pointed out earlier. They weren’t just friends, they were fucking coworkers.
They could hate each other afterward, making one or both of them extremely uncomfortable. And working in a situation like that wasn’t going to work. That gave her another handhold to cling to in her desperate attempt to keep it all about sex and nothing else.
Her brain just wouldn’t shut up. She’d tried to catch a few winks up in the prep room, at the twins’ behest earlier but it hadn’t helped. She was already exhausted even before talking to Nick.
Maybe she could renig? At least postpone their little heart-to-heart until—
Warm hands slid up her biceps, settling on the nape of her neck. Tremors racked her body, tingling all the way up to the top of her skull.
Nick.
She never saw him but she knew it was him.
His warm primal energy enveloped her as he dug his thumbs in at the top of her shoulders.
“Jesus, you’re tense.”
She moaned. Not a little church-girl sigh but a bitch-in-heat kind of keening cry. His fingers were magic. They trapped her sore muscles between his more than capable hands, chasing away her lethargy. He replaced it with a sexual tension she hadn’t allowed herself to feel for four long—
She shut down that thought before it could multiply the needs racing between her legs.
“Relax, Jenna. Just relax.” He didn’t say
anything else. Didn’t offer her any explanation or ask her permission.
He wasn’t shy about touching her. But he didn’t have to be either.
He owned her. Every time she’d thought about it since she’d said yes earlier in the evening anxiety had nearly choked her. But with his warmth seeping into her, calling to her, tempting her like the stare of Medusa…it was different.
She knew it was bad, knew it would change her beyond anything she could wrap her mind around but the temptation was too hard to push away.
He worked her shoulders, down her biceps which were sore because she’d tied earlier with Oscar. Pushing herself to take more was a compulsion lately as she continued to fight what she truly needed.
Pressure points she didn’t even know she had lit up and relaxed as Nick worked his way up her neck. Every muscle in her body went lax as he wove fingers into her hair, working her skull with his sure touch.
Another moan that doubled as a whine slipped out., Jenna wanted more, unable to fight it since her body responded to him. She ached for what he could give her and she was so tired she couldn’t put on a brave face. She couldn’t flirt and distract him with her cleavage tucked beneath her body or disturb his concentration.
Drooling on the bar was a real possibility and she was glad it was Oscar behind it tonight. He knew a bit about why she fought Nick so hard, so falling under his spell with a witness wasn’t as hard as she thought it would be.
She would have wondered if she was dreaming but she felt too relaxed for that to be true.
He rubbed her scalp, working her head until she was nothing but a limp girl, ready for anything. She sighed again and didn’t even fight him when he scooped her up, carrying her to one of the couches against the side walls.
Oscar or someone else equally wonderful turned off some of the lights as Nick walked with her.
Damn he smelled good.
She didn’t think it was cologne. If it was, it had long since faded into a unique scent that was all him. And delicious.
She fingered the lapel on his suit jacket as he walked, rubbing her cheek against his chest.
A growl slipped out, not loud, but it rumbled through her where she touched him. She rubbed against him again, just so she could feel his need one more time.
He sat down, settling her in his lap. So they could talk, she presumed.
Vulnerability stood up and did a few jumping jacks in her stomach but when he didn’t force her to sit up and face him, she closed her eyes, settling into his lap.
He was a big guy. Six-foot-three or something. Tall. So his lap was wide and he held her close, rubbing tiny circles with his thumb on the inside of her knee.
“Thank you, Sir,” she whispered out of nowhere she could find the source of.
“For what? Taking care of you?”
Talk about hitting the nail on the head. Instead of answering she asked, “How do you know me so well when apparently I’ve completely missed the mark on you?”
“You haven’t missed anything, Jenna. You said yes when you could have walked. You know what I can give you.”
She knew what he was going to take from her, she didn’t know about anything else.
Fear and uncertainty crept up and she wanted to pull away. She wanted to leave, to run, to flee so fast and so far he couldn’t find her.
He pulled her closer, wrapping his warmth around her, comforting her when she didn’t even know how badly she needed it. And she was unable to ask for what she wanted, what she needed so desperately.
He held her for several minutes. Not saying a word. Just letting her feel him. Get used to his touch, his dominant presence. It wasn’t as if he was commanding her to get on her knees for him, to suck his dick or bend over so he could fuck her.
But she wanted all of that.
She wanted to give it to him, to offer herself to him in every capacity she had in her body. Her mind.
She took a deep breath and raised her chin.
As a storm brewed, the clouds almost always turned dark gray, casting a shadow of foreboding beneath everything that lay in its path.
Nick’s eyes reminded her of that.
She wanted to hide from his perceptive gaze but she forced herself to stare back. If she couldn’t handle his attention while just sitting on his lap, she had no hope of surviving when he had her tied up or prone beneath him.
“Stand up.” His deep voice rumbled through her as if his body were a faultline she just happened to be sitting on when an earthquake started.
She climbed off his lap and stood before him, her hands clenched into tight fists, waiting for him to tell her he wanted.
“Take off the fishnets.”
He unbuttoned his double-breasted jacket as she slipped out of her heels. The sexy hosiery gripped her thighs as she worked her hips out of them. His knee was perfect to hold on to as she pulled the nylon completely free. She tried to slip her shoes back on.
“And the panties.”
She gripped his knee harder than she meant to before standing before him again. The thong she wore didn’t put up much of a fight as she removed it.
“Now the fuck-me heels back on.”
Jenna smiled as she slipped her feet into them again. The electric blue that matched her corset was a pretty striking combination. Especially since she was naked as a jaybird beneath her very short tutu.
“Sit.”
When she tried to sit beside him he grabbed her waist, pulling her onto his lap again but this time she straddled him. The smooth material of his suit slid along the cheeks of her rear as he tugged her close.
His erection pressed against her clit, and he rolled it against her mound, stealing more than just her breath.
She clutched his shoulders and moved her hips against him at his urging.
His warm hands slid beneath the tulle of her skirt, gripping her ass, driving the rhythm and pressure of her movements.
She rolled her hips, riding his erection, all the while staring into his eyes.
They were doing nothing more than dry-humping like a couple of teenagers who’d never had sex before. But the intimacy stole her breath.
The urge to hold him, to place her forehead to his and be as close as possible rose inside her as swiftly as her need to climax did.
Her lips smacked as her jaw fell open, her orgasm racing to her clit, as if it were an out-of-control freight train.
He grabbed her hips, stilling her moments, before she could fly off into ecstasy.
“Rule number one.”
Huh?
“You do not come without permission.”
She stared at him, watching his nostrils flare and his flushed skin. He wasn’t unaffected by what they’d been doing. Far from it but somehow his brain was still working.
“We’re going over the rules now?”
He nodded with a smirk as he pulled her close and rolled his erection against her again. “They’re normally boring as hell to cover. It’s more like gum flapping, nothing more. This way I figured it’d be a bit more entertaining.”
“Night, kids.” Oscar called across the room.
Jenna whipped her head around so fast she almost fell off Nick’s lap. She’d completely forgotten about Oscar. Mother Teresa could have been sitting at one of the tables behind her having tea and it wouldn’t have mattered.
Oscar saluted them both with two fingers and he winked at Jenna before he passed out of sight.
“Damn,” she whispered as she faced Nick again.
The fleeting thought she should have been embarrassed was there and gone before she could react to it.
“Making you forget where you are, who else is around and what your own name is, is going to be my pleasure for the next thirty days.”
He urged her to move on him again. “You’re quite adapt at it already.”
“I know.” It wasn’t cockiness that laced his voice, just a dominant assuredness that came from somewhere deep inside him. He didn’t have to try at it. It simply…w
as.
She moved her pussy against him, surely coating the crotch of his pants with pussy juice. She got close to coming again and he stopped her, pushing her far enough away that her clit was left needy and alone.
“Number one, no coming without permission.”
“You’ve already said that one,” she nearly growled at him.
“But you didn’t acknowledge it the first time. We were interrupted on that go round, so I figured I’d cover it twice to make sure we were on the same page.”
She swallowed, willing the synapses in her brain to stop sending pulses down to her pussy long enough for her to answer. “Yes, Sir. I hear you. I will not come unless I have your permission, blessing and seal of approval.”
“That’s my girl.” He didn’t give her any time to panic, just pulled her close again, grinding against the sensitive button of her arousal.
Sensation piled up inside her faster as they moved against each other.
“Number two.”
A tremor worked its way up her back as he pushed her away.
“You will be available to me and my needs at any time, day or night. And one of my needs is to have you in my bed each night.”
“What about when we’re working? I know what The Library is but I don’t want to shirk my job, or leave anybody in the lurch because we can’t keep our pants on.”
“Or tutus,” he added helpfully.
She laughed, then it turned into a groan as he pulled her pelvis closer to him again.
“If either of us is on shift, we’ll work around it. That’s not to say if we aren’t both on a break I won’t pull you into one of the bathrooms and fuck you against the tile wall because I can’t wait another minute to bury myself inside you. Agreed?”
“Fuck—yes,” she panted, jerking her hips against him.
“Rule three.”
She stopped moving her hips, clenching her thighs against his and willing the orgasm inside her to shut the fuck up so she could listen to him.
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