Club de Fleurs 4: Rachel [Club de Fleurs 4] (Siren Publishing Classic)

by Rose Nickol

  “Maybe it will be good to have the children, it might keep Rachel from getting too mad at me and throwing a big tantrum. Might,” he thought. “I hope so too,” he answered her.

  A couple hours later, Craig got a call from Kyle. They were all going to meet at his house. Jenna didn’t want to leave the children, and there wasn’t really room in Craig’s suite for everyone. They could have made it work, but they would all be more comfortable at the house.

  Craig advised Rachel of the change in plans, and soon they were driving to Kyle and Jenna’s house. Feeling guilty over not telling her sooner, Craig decided to tell her what was going on in the truck. At least there wasn’t much she could throw, and he didn’t think she would hit him while he was driving, at least he hoped not.

  Craig told her everything that had happened and what Evan and Alan had told him.

  “That makes sense now,” Rachel said quietly, still thinking. “I thought the man looked familiar when I saw him in the restaurant, but I couldn’t place him. Now that I think about it, he was at the museums and at the gallery. I wonder where else he’s been following me?” she said.

  Rachel sat quietly the rest of the ride, trying to think about where else she had seen the man and figure out how long he had been following her. She knew she had seen him somewhere else.

  Craig was surprised by Rachel’s reaction. He was sure she would have been mad at him. He was glad she wasn’t, but a little worried that this would cause her to spiral out of control again.

  “Baby, are you okay?” he asked worriedly.

  “I’ve seen him somewhere else, I just can’t think where or when. I need to figure this out. Be quiet and let me think,” she answered, frustrated with herself for not being able to remember.

  Chapter Ten

  Rachel was quiet all through the meeting and most of the way home. She played with the children and talked a little with her friends, but where she had seen Mike Hawkins before was really worrying her. She knew that someone would be in trouble if she didn’t remember.

  Then she decided to call Tina. Maybe talking to her would help. Dialing the office number, she left a message. Then thinking about it, she decided to call Tina’s personal cell. Even though Tina was her therapist, they had also become friends, and Tina had given her all her numbers. She left a message on Tina’s personal phone, and all she could do was wait for the woman to call.

  When they got back the suite, she told Craig, “I’m going to lie down. I want to think. I’ve got to figure this out.”

  “Don’t worry yourself too much, it will come to you. Did you get a hold of Tina?” he asked her, wishing he could help her.

  “No, I left messages. She’ll probably call me later.” Rachel sighed. “If I’m not up in a couple hours, let me know. I think I’ll take vacation next week and see if we can’t work some of this out.”

  “Sounds like a good idea, lamb. I’m going to meet Evan in the security office. We are going to go over the security footage and see if we find anything out of place. I’m still worried about your wallet. I’m sure you didn’t take it with you yesterday, and I want to make sure no one was in here,” he told her.

  “They don’t have cameras on us all the time, do they?” she asked, thinking of what they had done in the rooms in the past few days, a little panicked.

  Laughing, he answered. “I turn them on when I leave and turn them off when I come in. I have a remote on my key chain that turns the cameras on and off. That’s why you probably never noticed.”

  “Whew, that’s a relief,” she replied. Reaching up, she kissed him then went to lie down.

  Craig and Evan sat in the security room, watching the footage and talking. All of a sudden, Evan jumped up and said, “There, did you see that? Here, let me rewind it.”

  Rewinding the footage, they saw a member of the cleaning crew go into Craig’s suite. “That’s just the cleaners,” Craig answered.

  “Watch,” Evan said. They sat and watched for a few seconds, and they saw what appeared to be a woman go into Craig’s suite and go into Rachel’s purse. She took the wallet and slipped it in her pocket. Then she proceeded to clean the room. It had happened Friday while Rachel and Craig were at Tina’s.

  “That answers that. Now to figure out who she is and what she’s up to,” Evan said determinedly.

  “Goddamn, I thought you had all these people checked out,” Craig said angrily.

  “I do, and I will get to the bottom of this, you can bet on that,” Evan answered him just as angry.

  Craig looked at his friend and knew Evan was as worried as he was. “I’ve got to get back to Rachel. Let me know when you hear anything. I want to know everything, and Kyle should too.”

  “No problem, I’ll call both of you as soon as I know anything, anything at all,” he answered, feeling guilty that this was going on under his nose.

  Rachel was still sleeping when Craig got back to the room. Wanting to be close to her, he stripped and lay down beside her. Pulling her to him, he lay on his back and watched his woman sleep. Even in sleep she was beautiful.

  Rachel woke slightly when she felt Craig crawl into the bed. Snuggling up next to him, she relaxed again and kept her eyes closed. She still could not figure out where she’d seen the man who had given her the note, but she knew he was familiar. She kept going back over all the places she had been in the past few weeks, knowing the answer was there somewhere. It had to be.

  It felt good to lie there in Craig’s arms. It was one of the most natural feelings. She had removed her clothes before lying down, so they were both naked. His skin against hers felt warm, making her want to crawl in there with him.

  She lifted her head and saw him watching her. She smiled. Moving down and leaning over, she took a small male nipple in her mouth and sucked, hard. She felt his tremor and did the same to the other one. She went back and forth between the two little pebbles until he fisted his hands in her long red hair and pulled her up his body.

  “Hey you,” he groaned before taking her mouth with a kiss so hot she could have melted.

  “Hey yourself,” she answered breathlessly when he finally let her up for air. “I missed you. I sleep so much better with you here.”

  Running his hands down her back to cup her ass, he squeezed both globes and said, “Good to know, lamb, good to know.”

  Flipping her onto her back, he crouched over her and took a nipple in his mouth.

  “Oohhhh,” she moaned.

  “Your turn,” he said against her skin. Working back and forth, he sucked, nipping and nibbling both of her breasts, taking as much of her flesh in his mouth as he could.

  “Take me out of my head. I need to remember and I can’t, and it’s driving me nuts. Take me someplace else for a while, please,” she pleaded.

  “I know lamb, you are trying so hard to remember that you are driving yourself crazy. Let me help you with that. Hands over your head. Hold on tight, lamb. This is going to be a rough, hard ride, and it’s going to take a while.” He told her chewing on her neck.

  “Thank you,” she said quietly. She complied with his instructions. This was what she needed, a good scene with her Master to take her out of her head. She was worried because she hadn’t heard from Tina. Even though she had been sleeping for several hours, she would have heard her phone, so she knew that the woman had not called back. Where could she be?

  Chapter Eleven

  Rachel was also worried for her friend Jenna, if the men were after her, they were after Jenna too. Luckily Jenna’s bodyguard husband was very protective and had her watched at all times, but Rachel knew Jenna would be worried for herself and her children. Before the men had been caught things had been very tense.

  Now they were going through it again. How long would it last this time? Before, they had gone weeks and had to have someone with them at all times. Knowing their men, it would be the same, and now Kyle and Jenna had children to worry about. Kyle was going to be even more overprotective. Craig probably would
be too. Speaking of Craig, he was leaning over her, watching her intently.

  “Where’d you go, lamb? I’ve been asking you a question for at least five minutes,” Craig asked, looking concerned.

  “Sorry, Master, just in my head. I’ll try to do better.” She apologized. If she wanted to get out of her head, she needed to stay in the here and now and pay attention.

  “I think this would be a good time for a punishment. I still owe you one from the other morning, and you definitely just earned another one. You stay right here and don’t move unless you want me to increase the penalty,” Craig commanded roughly.

  “Yes, Master, no moving,” she answered worrying her lower lip with her teeth.

  “Good girl, I’m going to be right back,” he told her as he leaned down and ran his thumb over her lips, pulling her bottom lip away from her teeth before pressing his own lips to hers in a bruising kiss designed to keep her mind on what would happen next instead of what was going on in the outside world.

  Craig didn’t want to leave her, but needed to get a few things from his toy closet if he was going to give her the experience he wanted to. Trying to keep her distracted from her thoughts, he said, “I hope you’re up for what I have planned. Do you need anything before we start? I’m going to take a while with you tonight.” He hoped to get her thinking about what was to come and build some anticipation.

  “Maybe I should use the restroom. May I get up, Master?” she asked in her best submissive voice.

  “Yes, you have three minutes, then I expect you back in position,” He commanded.

  Rachel jumped up and ran for the bathroom to do what she needed in the allotted time. Running back to the bed, she got into position just as Craig turned and came back to her.

  “Very good, lamb. Now I want you to roll onto your stomach and scoot to the edge of the bed with your feet hanging over. You can put your arms in whatever position is comfortable. I’m not going to restrain you unless you need it. I’m hoping you will stay still for me.”

  “I’ll try, Master. Thank you.”

  When she was in the position he requested, she folded her arms and rested her head there, turning it to one side trying to see what he was doing. He was just out of her visual range. She tried turning her head to the other side, hoping to see, but still nothing.

  “I don’t want you to be able to see, lamb. Relax, I won’t hurt you. You can always use your safe word if you need to,” he said with a chuckle in his voice.

  Stepping behind her, he spread her legs apart and skimmed his fingers down her body from her shoulders to the middle of her back. He leaned over her and followed his fingers with kisses, brushing his lips over her skin. Taking a small bite out of each ass cheek, he licked the spots he had just bitten.

  Moving back over her, he lay on top of her. Careful not to put all his weight on her, he took her mouth in a comforting kiss, deepening it to run this tongue through her mouth. Feeling some of the tension leave her body, he rose and grabbed two of the items he had taken from the closet.

  Taking the items, he sat on the bed beside her and showed her what he had. “I’m going to use this tonight. I think you’re ready.”

  “Yes, Master, please,” she answered, breathless from the kiss.

  Leaning down, he parted her ass cheeks to expose her small puckered hole. He licked the small opening, running his tongue round it before pushing his tongue inside her. Taking the lube he had just retrieved, he coated one finger and dribbled more onto her skin. Taking the coated finger, he slowly rubbed it round and gently pushed into her. “How are you doing?” he asked as he pushed further into her until he was in as deep as he could go.

  “Aaahh, it feels good, Master, more.” She was panting and making little whimpering sounds.

  Removing the finger, he applied more lube and gently pushed two fingers inside her. Slowing moving them in and out and stretching her, readying her for the plug.

  “Yes, more, more,” she panted, pushing her bottom up to meet his fingers. More, she needed more, her body demanded it.

  “Do you think you can take three? I have two in there now,” he asked her. He wanted to push her, but not too much. It had been a long time, and even when they had played before, they hadn’t experimented with a lot of anal play. He wasn’t sure how she was going to respond.

  “Yes, more.” She was panting and making the most incredible little noises, moving restlessly on the bed.

  She had never tried anal before. When she and Craig had played in the past, she refused to explore it. Now she was sorry she hadn’t done more with it. If the sensations she was feeling got any better, she would be boneless. Why she had waited so long, she didn’t know.

  Craig was kind, considerate, and loving. She couldn’t ask for more. Even if he was overprotective. He had done so much for her and her mother while she was living. She hoped he felt the same way for her. She was in love with him. There was no doubt about it. If he asked her to leave now, she would be heartbroken. She needed him like she needed food and water.

  She felt him pull out and add a third finger. She was so full. How she was going to take him back there, she didn’t know. He was so big he barely fit inside her pussy. She did know she wanted to try, badly.

  Craig slowly pushed three fingers inside her, stretching her. He wanted to take her back there, but knew she wasn’t ready, she needed to be stretched more. The plug would help, but she would still need more stretching. The tissues were sensitive there, and he needed to be as gentle as he could until she was ready.

  “I’m going to seat the plug now. Deep breath and blow it all out,” he told her.

  Rachel filled her lungs with air, cheeks puffed out like a chipmunk, and blew out like a whale. “What a picture this must make,” she thought.

  “Okay, one more time,” he told her. As she blew out, he pushed the plug in. “How does that feel?”

  “Very full, Master,” she answered, wiggling and trying to get comfortable.

  Slapping her ass, he told her, “Hold still, and relax. It’ll get better in a minute.”

  “Yeah, right,” she thought. “One of these days I’m going to stick something up your ass.”

  “I saw that thought, and I’ll be adding to your punishment,” he said, sitting on the side of the bed. “I want you to drape yourself over my legs. Time to start on your discipline.”

  She moved gingerly into position, still fighting the plug, unused to the feel of it.

  Helping her into position, he adjusted her body where he wanted it. He trapped one leg between both of his and spread her wide. Moving his fingers through her folds, he slipped a couple fingers inside her, using his thumb to press on the plug.

  “Aaahhh,” she moaned, wiggling on his lap.

  Smacking her ass, he told her, “Hold still. No talking, no moving, no coming unless I give you permission.”

  “Yes, Master,” she answered, still wiggling.

  He smacked her again, harder, and said, “I said stop wiggling. We are going to begin now. I’m going to warm you up first, so you don’t need to count.” He peppered blows over her ass and upper thighs, not missing a spot and varying the speed and strength of his slaps.

  When he had her ass the color he wanted, he grabbed the paddle he had taken from the closet. Helping her to sit up in his lap for a minute, he showed her the paddle. He quickly kissed her and told her what a good girl she had been, then laid her back across his legs, repositioning her until she was where he wanted.

  “This is going to hurt. You can scream and cry. I want you to count each blow and thank me when I’m done. Can you tell me why you need punishment?”

  “I didn’t stay in bed when you told me to yesterday, and I’ve been thinking too much and not paying attention, Master. Thank you, Master.” She answered him in her best sub voice.

  “Okay, this is going to sting,” he told her, holding up a black leather paddle. The thing was huge and looked wicked.

  What Rachel couldn’t see was that t
he other side of the paddle was covered in fur. He wanted to intimidate her, but not hurt her. He was going to give her twenty-five blows, but not all with the leather side.

  He hauled back and planted the first strike.

  “Aaahhh, one! Thank you, Master,” she screamed. Even though he had warmed her up, it still hurt like hell.

  He gave her four more blows with the leather side, and she counted and thanked him for each one. Her bottom was getting red and he could see the heat, so he turned the paddle over and gave her the next five with the fur side, rubbing the fur over her skin before using it on her.

  After the first five blows, Rachel knew Craig was serious. He was going to get her out of her head. Even though it hurt, bad, there was nothing like the feeling. She had enjoyed a bite of pain before everything that had happened and had been afraid that she wouldn’t be able to enjoy that feeling again.

  This was proving her wrong. Her entire body tingled and she wanted more. The things he was doing to her were incredible, and if he stopped now, she didn’t know how she would handle it.

  When he turned the paddle over and rubbed the fur over her, she sighed, and asked, “What’s that, Master? It’s very soft?”

  “I said no talking, sub, five more.” He growled, taking the paddle and showing it to her.

  She giggled at the sight and sighed. It felt good to play again. She closed her eyes and let her mind drift. This was what she needed. She needed to go to the place where nothing mattered and the only people in the universe were her and her Master. Craig was taking her there.

  She counted five with the fur side then he turned it over again. He completed her paddling, alternating between the fur and leather, varying the rhythm and strength of the strokes.

  When he was done, she was sobbing, but it was a good cry.

  Sitting on the side of the bed, he pulled her into his lap and cradled her in his arms. Placing little kisses all over her face, he whispered how beautiful she was and how she had been a good girl and how proud of her he was over and over, until her sobbing calmed and she smiled up at him.