Trusted (Club Indigo Book 2)

by Karen Nappa

"But Aunt Laura lives with Uncle James, and Granddad lives with Grandmother Mary," Abby said as she scraped the last of her chocolate mousse from the bowl.

  "Abby, stop nagging Mom," Tim interjected.

  "But Mom loves him and he does her, and I like Mr. Connor," Abby countered. "If he lived here, we would have a real dad again." She beamed like she had won the lottery.

  Suzie looked dumbfounded, Tim scowled and quickly distracted Abby. "Why don't we go downstairs and get that side track finished?"

  Thoughts of moms and dads forgotten, Abby jumped up from her chair. "The last one downstairs is a rotten egg," she taunted and was off.

  When Connor arrived that night, Suzie's mind was still reeling with Abby's revelation. Did her daughter really want a father? Was Connor prepared to be a dad to her kids? Was he happy with their life? Did he want more? Did she?

  Suzie slept fitfully that night. She kept waking up at odd hours and questions bombarded her mind like a colony of bees protecting their hive. After the third time she woke up, she tried to leave the bed, but Connor pulled her back and on top of his body.

  "When we're not sleeping, let's make the best of it, missy," he said before working his cock inside her. Not being aroused at first made his entry difficult and a bit painful. It only took a few strokes for Suzie to become wet, the initial twinge of pain adding to her pleasure. He fucked her twice into orgasm and they had fallen asleep with his semi-hard member inside her, their bodies plastered together.

  Connor noticed Suzie was still tense the next morning. He needed to address that and soon. They had breakfast with Abby, and then Connor sat down with her to help her with her homework. Tim wasn't awake yet. Suzie had noticed her boy tended to sleep more, but according to the experts, it was normal for teenagers. By the time Suzie had lunch ready for them, Tim had come downstairs, fully dressed, but his hair was still sticking out in all directions. He mumbled a good morning and accepted a glass of milk from his mother. Tim yawned and sat down at the dining table opposite Connor and Abby.

  "Are we staying with Granddad and Grandmother Mary tonight?" Tim wanted to know.

  Suzie nodded and placed a plate loaded with sandwiches on the table. "Eat," she said as she bustled around to fix drinks for everybody. "Granddad is taking you to a movie, and Grandmother Mary is giving Abby a knitting lesson since your tastes don't match very well anymore. As soon as you're finished eating, get your things together for tonight."

  "Grandmother Mary is going to teach me to knit in a circle today. She says I can make hats and socks and mittens then."

  Abby finished first and Suzie helped her get her things together. Tim rushed to catch up with them, and just as they were getting into the car, Abby cried, "Dash, I forgot Dash!" Suzie sighed in exasperation and waited while her daughter went back in the house for her treasured stuffed animal.

  They were about to pull out of the driveway when Connor crooked his finger at her. She rolled down the window. "What now?" He started toward the car and she got out to meet him.

  "I didn't get my 'goodbye' kiss." He pulled her into his arms for a hard hug and a chaste kiss before letting her go.

  This time, they made it out of the driveway. Connor smiled and waved at Abby as he watched the three of drive away then headed back inside. He had less than an hour to make his special preparations for the afternoon's housecleaning.

  Suzie walked into the living room with her vacuum cleaner and dust rags.

  "Strip!"

  "But, Sir," Suzie whined, "I need to get this cleaning done before we go to the club."

  "I know," he smirked, "and ye're going to do it naked."

  "I am not." Suzie gaped at him. "What is this? You're not my Master."

  Connor rose to his feet and she had to look up at him. "No, I'm not into Total Power Exchange." He stepped closer. "However, I am a sexual Dominant and sex," he pulled her into his big body, "doesn't end in the bedroom."

  His hands cupped her bottom and squeezed while kissing her breathless. He released her and gave her a look, the command clear in his gaze, and Suzie hurried to take off her clothes.

  She didn't feel shy as his eyes raked her naked body. The blatant admiration on his face and the telltale bulge in his pants told her what he thought of her.

  He retrieved black leather handcuffs from the table.

  "You planned this?"

  He pinched her nipple and pulled. It was more than erotic pain and she yelped. "Who planned this?"

  "Sir, Captain." He eased up, and her breathing came in short little pants. He buckled on the cuffs. Suzie felt herself relaxing into his dominance. He was her Captain, her Sir.

  He pulled a chain from his pocket. Bending down, he took first her left nipple in his mouth and worked the tiny button until it had lengthened and hardened. He fastened the clamp and tightened it until she went on her tiptoes. He moved to the other side. After he had clamped her right nipple, he tugged on the chain connecting the clamps, and Suzie gasped. He went down on one knee, and with his hands on her buttocks, he guided her pussy to his mouth. She already smelled of arousal, and moisture trickled down one leg. Connor concentrated on the tiny bit of nerves, sucking and licking her clit until her legs shook and it protruded from its hood. He pinched open the last clamp on the chain and fastened it on the sensitive spot. Suzie sucked in a breath and held it. He waited. As she exhaled, he tightened the clamp until she tried to step away from him, and he quickly steadied her with both hands. "Embrace the pain, missy. Breathe," he ordered.

  Suzie did as he told her, and after a few gulps of air, the fierce pain subsided to a dull, throbbing ache. She looked Captain Connor in the eye and melted at the possessive hunger in them. She felt loved.

  Connor rose to his feet and kissed her lightly on the lips. She could taste her own essence on his lips, and it felt dirty and wrong and oh, so sexy. Her eyes shuttered closed, only to snap open again on a well-placed swat to her ass.

  "Start cleaning, missy," he ordered. While Suzie worked, she noticed Connor was washing the windows. While he did his fair share of the chores, it still surprised her. She hadn't expected it from a Dominant, but apparently, other than sex, he believed in equality between partners.

  Because of the clamps, she was constantly reminded of him, and her own sexuality, while she cleaned. The chain had some slack, but when she stretched and reached, it tugged on her nipples and clit. By the time she'd finished the living room, she was hot and bothered and it didn't come from the exertion.

  As she was putting away the vacuum cleaner, he cornered her in the hall and showed her that the 'exercise' hadn't left him unperturbed, either, as he fucked her into oblivion. Just before both of them climaxed, he unclipped first her nipple clamps and then the clamp from her clit. He smiled while drinking in her gasps of pain. Suzie felt the most relaxed she had been in days.

  Chapter 13

  S uzie and Connor arrived at Club Indigo on Valentine's weekend to find the club full with members looking to enjoy all that was on offer for the night. Suzie was wearing deep red silk and lace lingerie with black stockings and three-inch heels that brought her to Connor's shoulder. Connor looked elegant in his dress kilt and tuxedo top. His loose hair brought out the feral side of his character.

  The bar was full, but James waved them over to the couch they were sitting on next to Chris and Ruby. Laura was wrapped in a blanket and finishing a chocolate bar. She appeared to be quite happy with the scene she and James had had. He pulled Laura into his lap to make room for them on the couch.

  "Thanks, James. Full house tonight. I understand the cross upstairs has been roped off for whip play tonight. I need to sign up. I promised to introduce this one to the bullwhip tonight."

  Suzie shivered as Connor said this, wondering to herself if this was such a good idea. "Are you all right, Suzie? If you don't want to, now is the best time to tell me."

  "No, I'm fine. Just a few jitters." She turned to Laura. "Did you have a good time, sis?"

  "I don't think I've
ever been here and not had a good time. We came early because James expected the crowd, and now we're staying for the show."

  James said, "Elena and her boys are finally back from their tour. She's one of the founding members of the club, along with Mitch. They do a show as Capitolina and her slaves, Romulus and Remus. I haven't seen them perform in a long time. They're on tour more and more these days. Anyway, the show is about to start."

  The room went dark for a brief moment and they could hear the sound of rain. With a loud clap of thunder, the spotlight lit up the central area where an elevated platform had been set up. The stunning Latina on stage had a thick braid that ended below her waist. Her golden-brown corset had intricate embroidery and was a few shades darker than her skin. Her eye makeup was dramatic, but the rest of her face looked bare. She was barely five feet five and the two men who knelt on the floor probably towered over her when standing. Both men were blond, but that was where the similarities ended. The face of the man on the Domme's right side was boyishly handsome and his body was all lean muscle. He looked like a surfer with his long, dirty blond hair, streaked with highlights. The man on her left had the rugged features of a hardened warrior and the muscled physique of a wrestler. His short blond hair was almost white. The men were completely naked, their thighs spread wide showing off neatly shaved groins.

  The woman raised both her hands as soft synthesizer music mixed with the sounds of nature and spot lights came on the motionless men, plunging the Domme into a shadow that seemed to grow.

  As a steady beat sounded, the men started to move, pulling Susie's gaze to them. She was mesmerized while the men slid from kneeling and lying positions with graceful power, every pose a blatant sign of submission and deference. In any other environment, the moves might have been obscene, but as it was, Suzie could only see beauty in it.

  Connor bent over to her and said in a low voice, "They're performing the Gorean Slave Poses. It's ironic, because in the books by John Norman, Gor was a male dominated society."

  Laura continued. "I started the series but have never gotten further than the first book. It's a lot of humiliation and twenty-four-seven TPE, but I didn't find it very exciting or sexy to read. The women in those books are subservient to the men by law and not by choice."

  Suzie nodded her understanding and watched as the men came to a halt in a standing position with their arms above their heads, crossed at the wrists. Both were breathing deeply, and the more muscled man sported a healthy erection. The spotlights dimmed and the hypnotic liquid drum and bass sounds faded out. Suzie became aware of a crackling, sizzling sound. The sounds made Suzie feel like her hair might be standing on end, with all the static electricity in the air. She was sure there would be visible sparks if she and Connor kissed.

  In the dim light, the Domme emerged. She was holding a device with a cable attached to it. The black handle had a glass electrode attached. The Domme moved the wand over the slaves in a slow and sensual rhythm. It created a visually stunning purple blue light, and the air filled with the smell of ozone. The room was eerily quiet, amplifying the breathing of the men and the sounds of the wand. At one point, the three people on stage were touching each other and the electricity danced from one person to the other.

  Suzie had become completely engrossed in the scene and her breathing matched that of the people on stage. She didn't know how long the show continued. She had lost all track of time and was thankful when Connor pulled her onto his lap to support her body.

  She came back to herself when she heard Laura gush, "That was incredible! Sir, can we try that sometime?"

  James grinned at his sub. "The violet wand or you as Domme to me and Chris?"

  "Wh-what?" Laura looked peeved. "You know which part I meant."

  "I'll consider it after I take you home and spank you for that look," James said. He turned to his friends. "We have to go anyway. We're going hiking tomorrow and need to get an early start." He stage-whispered to Laura, "If you know what's good for you, you'll say a polite goodbye to our friends and keep any other comments you may have to yourself."

  "It was wonderful to see everyone tonight. I hope we can get together again, soon," she said.

  Suzie gave her sister a hug as they left and turned toward Connor. "How long until we get to play upstairs, Captain?"

  "We have a little while to wait yet. Let's go see what else is going on upstairs while we wait for our turn with the cross."

  "Aye, aye, Captain." Suzie stood up and saluted.

  "Looks like someone is angling for a punishment to go along with her whipping," Chris quipped.

  "Aye, she is indeed," Connor agreed. "What should we do about that? I could cancel the whipping, but she's nicely nervous about that," he mused aloud. "I think perhaps we'll have to start down here. Strip. Leave the shoes and stocking."

  "Here, Sir? I'm sorry, Captain. I didn't mean to be disrespectful. I was just teasing. Please don't punish me down here."

  "Yes, missy. Right here. It's time ye learned discipline." His expression was stern. "If ye submit now, with no more backtalk or begging, ye'll still get yer whipping. So, strip before I change my mind."

  Presented with the prospect of losing the pain she had come to crave, she moved quickly to remove her bra and thong.

  "Bend over and spread your cheeks. Show yer friends that lovely asshole."

  With her face beet-red, Suzie complied. Connor went to the bar and came back with the largest butt plug Suzie had seen. She blanched and struggled not to say anything that would make things worse.

  He got out lube from his toy bag and applied it sparingly to the plug. It was solid glass and the weight would make it harder to hold in place. The only lube he used on her was what was left on his fingers from the plug. He opened her pucker with one finger and then began with the plug.

  She couldn't hold back any longer. "Oh my God, it's freezing."

  "Aye, it is," he said. Bob keeps this one sanitized and in the freezer for me to use when I'm a DM. Push back if ye want to make this easier on yourself."

  Suzie's instinctive response was to clench away from the intrusion and she couldn't get her muscles to cooperate. Although Connor was gentle, he didn't stop the forward movement of the plug. Suzie shivered as the monstrosity settled into place.

  "Don't worry, missy. It'll warm up soon enough. Then the real fun begins. Now, I want ye to stay right where ye are and grab yer ankles. Not a peep out of ye for the next ten minutes."

  Connor moved out of the way so that everyone around had a good view of his beautiful submissive. Kate came over to him as he settled by the bar to enjoy the show. "What's in the lube?" she asked. "Suzie's already fidgeting."

  "Just a bit of peppermint oil," he responded. "She'll feel the real burn once the plug warms up. I like the combination of hot and cold."

  "You can be really wicked when you want, Captain. What did she do?"

  "When I politely told her it was time to head upstairs, she saluted and said, 'aye, aye, Captain.'"

  Kate burst out laughing.

  "I had to struggle not to laugh, too. She really is adorable," Connor said, "but she has to learn that sort of behavior is not appropriate in public."

  "True, and you get to enjoy the results of her misbehavior."

  "Aye, I do." They watched as Suzie's time ticked down, appreciating her squirming ass as it clenched and unclenched.

  "She doesn't seem to realize it gets worse when she clenches," Kate said.

  "Indeed. But she won't make it up the stairs to the third floor without keeping it tight."

  "You have a twisted mind, Captain."

  "Thank ye kindly, Mistress Kate. Her ten minutes are up. On to the next part of the evening's festivities."

  Connor walked over the Suzie and said quietly, "Ye can stand up now, but be careful of dizziness." He held out his hand for her to steady herself.

  As soon as she was upright, she knelt before him, hands behind her head. "I'm sorry, Captain. I learned my lesson. I won't
smart off to you like that in public again. Ever."

  "Ye're forgiven. Now let's go up to the third floor. We should be just in time for the end of the scene before ours."

  "B-but, aren't you going to take the plug out now?" She risked a glance at this face. "Why does it burn so much?"

  "The lube has diluted peppermint oil in it. It won't cause any permanent harm at the strength I used. I'll help you get rid of the burn later. For now, you keep the plug. Now, up with ye. Ye can lead the way upstairs. I like the view." He put out his hand to help her up again and they headed to the stairs.

  They reached the third floor in time to see the end of the scene before theirs. The Top had his bottom strapped face out on the cross and was wielding his single tail so gently there were only a few noticeable welts. She appeared to be deep in subspace as he continued to whip her.

  Suzie looked over to Connor and whispered, "Why doesn't she have marks?"

  "Because she's not a pain slut like you. If ye know what ye're doing, which he does, ye can make a stroke of the single tail as light as a kiss."

  As they watched, the Top finished with two strokes wrapping around her hips to hit each buttock with just the tip of the whip. He reached her as she started to collapse and used the quick releases on her cuffs to get her arms free while another man disconnected her ankles. The second man had a blanket and wrapped it around the woman before carrying her to a nearby couch.

  "Who's the other man?"

  "That's her husband. She likes to be whipped, but he hasn't learned how to do it so gently yet. Bryan is the whip master. He gives lessons as well as demonstrations. I've taken a few of his classes to hone my craft. The most important things to have with the whip are a big enough space to swing it and regular practice. Bryan's finished with the clean-up; it's our turn now.

  They moved to the scene area and Connor had her bend over so he could remove the plug. He bagged it up for cleaning and sterilization. She would still feel the peppermint but would squirm less.