by Marty Rayne
Monica rolled her eyes. “Have you never had a female partner?"
"Of course I have."
"And did you not have cases that required you to share a room or a bed for an evening?” She opened the door to their room and waited for him to enter before following.
"Sure. But she wasn't wearing a leather corset,” he turned on her and backed her against the closed door. “Nor did she spend the night calling me pet and being a cock tease.” Jared let his coat open and pressed his body against hers, pushing his hips forward so she could feel just how hard he was.
"Jared...” His name came out in a rush of breath. Her lips parted anticipating his next move.
He didn't disappoint. He swept down and claimed the mouth that had beckoned to him all evening. The mouth he ached to have kissing his flesh. His tongue swept possessively over hers tasting the sweetness of the drinks she'd consumed earlier.
Monica's hands grabbed hold of the lapels on his jacket as she tore her mouth away from his and pulled him closer if that was possible.
"We shouldn't,” she was breathless.
"No, we shouldn't,” he growled in agreement, but his body didn't listen as his lips started trailing kisses down her neck, his tongue licking at the salty sweetness of her skin. Monica gasped.
"Mixing business with pleasure...” Jared started as his mouth went below her collarbone. Her hands still had a strong grip on his lapels, but his hands were plucking her breasts from the corset, his fingers steadily kneading them.
"Is bad,” she groaned as she threw her head back against the door.
"Very bad,” Jared admitted a second before sucking a nipple into his mouth. His tongue lapped and teased the hard peak enjoying the whimpering noise coming from her. He switched to her other breast making sure to share the pleasure equally between her two beauties.
"No piercings,” he growled.
"No,” she chuckled, then gasped as he nibbled on her stiff peaks.
Jared went to his knees, his mouth exploring lower on her body, his lips laying kisses on the leather of her corset. Sometime before that Monica had released his jacket and now had her fingers gripping tightly to his hair, guiding his head to where she wanted him. Between her legs.
He quickly shrugged out of the jacket then lifted his eyes to view the sight above him. Monica was leaning against the door, her head back, eyes closed, and her breasts freed from the corset. Her nipples were still stiff, their color darker from the blood he'd sucked into them. His hands smoothed down her sides, feeling the stays in the leather forcing an hourglass figure on her. He felt her intake of breath at the movement though he wasn't touching her skin. She looked like a goddess to him. He was overwhelmed at the taste of her skin and was sure its flavor was as sweet as the nectar of ambrosia. He wondered if her juices would be even sweeter.
Needing to know, Jared's fingers fumbled with the snaps between her legs. The dampness of the material told him that she was just as aroused as he was himself. Once he got the last snap undone he plunged a finger deep into her body. She was hot, tight, and dripping wet. Jared groaned and nearly blew his load right then, but somehow kept control as he savored the feel of her, thinking of how his cock would fill her and the sensations it would cause as she stretched around his thickness.
"Please,” she begged, pushing his head closer to her as he added another finger to his stroking.
Monica whimpered when he withdrew his fingers. They were coated with her need and he couldn't resist licking them clean.
"Mmmm, sweetness,” he purred.
Her eyes were now watching him intently. The gray in her eyes looked as if they'd darkened, telling of the storm of sexual lust surrounding them. He wanted her, wanted to possess her, show her he wasn't just a toy, but a man who could take her to heights unknown.
Doing the bidding of her hands, Jared moved closer, her scent intoxicating him. Her legs spread wider, accommodating him and giving him full access. She was shaved smooth with the exception of a patch of hair above her folds. The sight made his cock pulse harder against the restraining leather painfully. His tongue began lapping her sweetness into his mouth, easily getting addicted to her smell and taste.
One of her legs lifted and settled on his shoulder opening further for him. An edgy sound escaped his throat as he buried his tongue where his cock ached to be. The sound, so animalistic and full of sexual hunger, surprised him. No woman had ever turned him on, made him want so bad, as Monica had. His Mistress. But was it the fact she was a beautiful woman or was it because she'd spent the night dominating him that had aroused him so much?
Pushing away the trivial thought, Jared quickened his pace as she ground herself harder onto his mouth. Two fingers found their way back inside of her and she began fucking them as his mouth latched onto her clit.
Monica screamed as her orgasm claimed her, her fingers pulling his hair, but Jared didn't feel the pain accompanying it. He was engrossed in the way her body spasmed tightly around his fingers. How would it feel when she did that on his cock?
Before she came back to herself, Jared stood, his fingers sliding from her body and her hands falling from his hair. He picked her up with ease and moved them over to the bed. After gently setting her down, he quickly shucked the damnable tight shorts and boots, his eyes never leaving her dreamy expression.
Chapter Six
"I need you,” he growled crawling back on the bed.
Monica's body felt like slush. She'd never experienced an orgasm as intense as the one he'd sent storming through her. If he could leave her feeling this way with just his mouth and fingers, what would he accomplish with his cock? Slapping away the small conscious part of her mind warning not to let this go any further, Monica decided she wanted to know.
Monica wasn't a prude. She'd had her share of lovers in her twenty-nine years. Several were one-nighters. She enjoyed sex, took satisfaction in the intimate company of a man. She knew mixing business with pleasure wasn't the best of scenarios, but tonight, after watching his body react to her teasing and the paddling, there was no way she would stop this.
Jared leaned over her, his thickness nudging her entrance. Using the last of its strength, her consciousness drew attention to the fact that they were unprotected.
"Wait,” she forced out the word.
Jared's body stiffened, meeting her eyes.
"In the bag. Condom,” she managed to squeeze out as her body protested the interruption.
"Fuck,” Jared cursed, but pulled away and reached into the bag beside the bed. She didn't know why she brought them. She hadn't expected to get this ... intimate with him. But her mother had taught her to always be prepared. Now she was glad for that lesson.
Less than a minute went by when Jared was posed above her again. She hadn't had the nerve to move least she disturb the mood. He picked up right where they left off. He stared down at her, a seductive visual caress that made her blood boil. His mouth covered hers, strong, capturing, demanding. She opened fully to him. Yes, Jared was definitely an alpha male who went after what he wanted. And at that moment he wanted her.
While he occupied her mouth and mind, Jared drove his cock into her tight welcoming depth. She continued drinking from him, letting his spicy masculine scent invade her brain. His fingers ran through her hair as he pumped in and out of her. His movements were all consuming, as if he were branding her, possessing her.
Already she felt the building waves inside of her rising higher, hungry for more, demanding everything. She raised her legs and locked them around his waist as his mouth pulled away from hers breathless. She could see his arms trembling as they held his weight above her.
"Yes,” he hissed, quickening their rhythm.
"Jared!” she screamed, her nails digging into his back as she shattered a second time at his mercy.
Jared thrust once, twice, then roared with the final thrust, Monica feeling him throb as he reveled in his release.
His arms immediately gave out, his body falling on
Monica's, but he quickly rolled them over to their sides. Amazingly, he was still inside of her and as his arms wrapped tightly around her, it didn't look like he was going anywhere soon.
Monica snuggled uncaringly deeper into his sinfully sculpted body. If he stayed there all night, it wouldn't bother her.
Chapter Seven
It was late Friday night and Jared found himself once more kneeling before his Mistress at The Dark Side, his ass flaming from the two spankings he'd earned so far for the evening. He tried paying attention to his surroundings while still being rebellious toward his Mistress, but it was difficult. His mind kept wandering back to the hours he and Monica spent together in their room.
The sex had been mind blowing. He'd never experienced such raw, unadulterated intimacy before. Not just once, but several times through the night and into the late morning. The need for food and the call of this case were the only things that had gotten them out of bed.
They had talked a little about non-work related issues, but nothing regarding the future or commitment. Mostly they were enjoying the here and now. Both were aware of the possible consequences of their actions and agreed this particular case held great influence over their actions. They agreed their sexual attraction was too strong to overlook and could actually jeopardize the case if ignored. So why not indulge in the pleasure the other offered? They were both single, unattached adults. What happened between the two would stay just that ... between the two of them.
A jerk on Jared's leash brought him back to the present. Monica was looking down at him with a scowl. Apparently, he had missed something. At least he was better clothed tonight with leather pants and thankfully, he wasn't offending anyone.
"I'm sorry, Mistress.” He filled the last word with sarcasm, easily keeping in role of a rebellious sub.
"Mistress Francesca was just commenting on how much she enjoyed the show you put on last night.” Monica smiled sweetly at him, her eyes glimmering. Was she thinking of the earlier spanking or perhaps it was the hours of sex they had?
"Thank you, Mistress,” he said, lowering his head as instructed to do when another gave him a compliment. He still felt ridiculous doing these actions, but if it would keep another man from being kidnapped and tortured, he would do it.
As Monica and Mistress Francesca continued their conversation, Jared took the chance to look around the club again, inconspicuously, of course. None of the other subs were paying them a bit of attention. He didn't suspect another submissive. There were other Mistresses who were looking in their direction, but then, his actions had drawn attention to them. He'd seen the way some of the women's eyes had seemingly devoured him and it gave him an unsettling shiver. Who knew what was going through their minds?
Could Dante be a Mistress? One who couldn't bring herself to hurting her own Sub, but instead didn't care about taking out her sexual aggression on another? Perhaps there were two of them working together? They had so little to go on. He knew Monica had gone through the employee files and interviews, but Jared just couldn't completely rule them out.
Had he drawn enough attention to himself to attract Dante? Only time would tell. Saturday was just around the corner and all four victims had been taken on a Saturday night. Would Dante strike tomorrow? Or had he already moved on?
Chapter Eight
Monica found her mind wandering from the conversation with another Mistress. She forced her eyes to stay focused on this other woman, though she wanted to let her gaze roam around the room for the hundredth time that night.
It was late Saturday night. The Dark Side was busy, but not nearly as crowded as it had once been. Jared knelt beside her, his head in her lap. Her fingers ran languidly through the long dark strands of hair. His body was relaxed and he looked as if his eyes were closed, but she knew better. Jared was taking in all that was happening around them. Alert and very much aware.
Jared had done well tonight with his defiance toward her and took his punishments as expected. If Monica didn't know how much he protested his part in this assignment, she'd swear he actually enjoyed her punishments. But she knew it was the teasing that really got him going during these times at the club, only to turn it around on her when they were alone together. Their time off together was by far the best part of this entire assignment.
But tonight Monica's nerves were on edge and she had trouble concentrating. They had no idea if Dante would strike tonight, if he would follow his pattern. He was probably itching to get his hands on a new victim. Monica could only hope she and Jared had done the right thing to draw him out.
Jared shifted in her lap, drawing her attention from her disturbing thoughts and the talkative woman demanding her attention. He'd tried to sooth her tension with an extra display of affection earlier and put on quite a show for the other patrons. Monica personally wouldn't have complained, but as long as they were at the club she was his Mistress and had to punish him for such a blatant move without her permission.
Monica couldn't trust her frame of mind where Jared was concerned. He was trouble with a capital T. He brought to surface a variety of unfamiliar emotions. She had spent the last two nights having the most incredible sex of her life and the passion and attraction was only growing stronger. This scared her. She'd always been able to keep her emotions out of casual relationships. Get what they both wanted then move on. Once, an ex had commented on the fact that she acted very much like a male when it came to her attitude of settling down. She didn't like to think that she had commitment issues, but perhaps it was true. Her parents divorced when she was young and, as much as she loved them, they had not been the best influence when it came to stable relationships. Her father was a workaholic, barely having time for his only daughter while her mother doted on her, but jumped from man to man, never really settling down.
However, remembering Jared's hot kisses and luscious caresses, Monica couldn't help but feel more toward him. She'd never been with a man like him. When he looked at her with those beautiful, soft green eyes, she melted like molten lava. His smile acted as a welcome mat, inviting her to join him in all sorts of carnal deeds. When they were together, she felt the urge to fall at his feet like a slave and beg for him to take her, possess her.
There was no promise of a future. They were taking what was offered here and now. But Monica already knew there was more at stake than his life in this case. She just wished it wasn't her heart.
* * * *
He couldn't believe his good fortune as he eyeballed the couple across the room. He had not expected them to come back again tonight. There had been a shift in the patrons here and he was thinking of moving on. Another state. Another club. He'd even written his resignation letter earlier and was going to hand it in after his shift. But now he would wait as plans started falling together.
His fingers itched to touch the sub. To feel those muscles twitching under his touch. To hear his screams of pain as he begged for mercy.
This one would not break easy. This one was different. He'd seen it in the way he looked at his Mistress. There was a spark of fire in those green eyes that had been missing from the others. A spark that would give Dante his greatest pleasure when it was doused ... forever.
* * * *
Jared was exhausted. He longed to strip out of this leather outfit and lie in a comfortable bed. But thoughts of a bed brought fantasies of Monica. Images of filling her body with his cock, of having her taste in his mouth, of feeling her body writhe beneath him, and of hearing her cries of pleasure. He was addicted. He could never get enough of her. He could spend a week having sex with her, in every imaginable way, and still want more. So how was he going to just leave once this case was over?
"Hello?” he called out when he entered the room to get their coats. Usually an employee was standing just inside the room waiting for the patrons to call upon him, but not tonight. The hair on Jared's neck stood on end. Something wasn't right.
He stepped further into the room; his gaze shifted from side to side look
ing for the slightest movement. Damn, he really missed not having his gun. Beneath the rack of coats he saw the man who had taken their own earlier.
Jared rushed forward and bent down checking the man's pulse. He was alive, only unconscious. Standing to go and get help, a strong arm wrapped like a vise around his neck and a cloth pressed tightly over his mouth and nose. Jared fought his attacker, but the chemical was fast acting, immediately making him disoriented, his limbs feeling heavy. There was a moment of satisfaction hearing a grunt of pain when he managed to get an elbow in his attacker's gut, just before darkness descended on him. His last thought was of Monica and if he'd see her again.
Chapter Nine
"What the hell is taking so long?” Monica demanded as she paced the small confines of the trailer. She'd changed from her Mistress outfit to a pair of jeans and t-shirt and wore a bulletproof vest. “The purpose of the tracking devices was to find him, damn it.” She chewed at her bottom lip.
A storm of guilt and anger seethed inside of her, mimicking the one reigning outside the metal shelter. Monica had sent Jared for their coats shortly before one o'clock. When he'd not returned after ten minutes, she had gone searching. She found the unconscious man in the coatroom, but no sign of Jared. He had just disappeared. Monica immediately called her supervisor who had a team waiting nearby. It wouldn't have been good if Dante discovered the place surrounded by police. The team arrived within five minutes. The club was searched, as were the vehicles in the parking lot. Nothing.
As they were setting up the GPS system, a team member found Jared's bracelet by the alley. Now they were trying to track the earring. She prayed that it also hadn't been taken off.
"The storm is interfering with the signal.” Toby, the team's computer tech said, not looking up, but continued tapping away at the keyboard.
"Shit.” Monica hissed, pulled her Glock 9mm from its holster and made sure a round was chambered. “Find him, Toby."