by Lisa Gerkey
I try to step back, but the wall stops me. People, including Grant, spot me, and I have nowhere to run or hide. Everything happens in slow motion as I watch Grant run his hand over a woman’s ass. She’s naked on a padded bench in the prone position while he stands behind her. His scornful eyes look directly at me.
It wasn’t long ago, a few hours, since magic happened between us.
I went to sleep in his arms feeling like I could overcome anything the world threw at me, but this? How can I overcome seeing the man I…like or care for so deeply? The man I thought I could love? — touch another woman’s body.
“How did she get in here?”
A man pushes a young woman from his lap and comes to where I stand. His long hair is in a low ponytail and a light beard covers his face. He wears an expensive business suit as do most men here. Even Grant’s dressed differently from how I’ve ever seen him in his own club, in a suit complete with a tie.
“She’s with me.”
Grant glares at me while he takes long strides to get to where I’m standing. He takes a handful of my hair and pulls me to him. This reminds me too much of the time when I spent eight long weeks serving as one of Malcolm Phoenix’s sex slaves.
I lower my chin to my chest to keep from seeing anyone else in the room. I stumble, a little on my weak legs, as Grant guides me further into the room.
“Stay with me, Jaycee. We’ll get out of here as soon as we can. This won’t be easy for either of us, but I’ll have to make this ass nice and red because you didn’t stay in our room the way I instructed, and because if we blow our cover, there will be a shitload of trouble.”
He leans in close so only I can hear what he says. He sounds worried, concerned for my safety, then his voice turns into an angrier tone as he leads me to where Troy and an unfamiliar man are sitting. He turns to me and speaks so everyone can hear.
“I’ll leave you with these gentlemen while I take care of the scene in the back. Since you interrupted everything, everyone here expects you to receive punishment. I want you to kneel here and think about that until I have time to deal with you. Do you understand?” Then he leans close once more to speak to only me. “Think about why we’re here before you answer me. If our cover’s blown, we may as well pack up right now and head back to Nashville, empty-handed, without your sister.”
As I kneel to the left of Troy’s feet, I fiddle with a loose piece of thread on the bottom of my skirt.
I deserve whatever punishment he decides is best.
I know Grant’s line of work. Hell, I should. I hired him for this very job. He’s spent years doing jobs like this, where he’s had to take on a different identity and become another person.
I could’ve blown everything.
I want to find Kennedy. That’s all I’ve wanted for months.
I know whatever Grant makes me do to avoid these people learning who we are is important, so I’ll do whatever it takes to play along with him.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
grant
I should’ve known leaving while Jaycee was sleeping, and expecting her to keep her ass in the room while my men and I dealt with this, wouldn’t work.
She’s the most vulnerable woman I know, yet her stubborn streak won’t let her admit when she’s in way over her head.
When I look up and find her watching me, it feels like a goddamn missile just landed in the middle of my chest. We’re in a room full of fucking vultures and she’s just the prey many wanted to see walk through the door.
From what I’ve found, this place isn’t on the same level as Malcolm Phoenix, but it’s still illegal as hell. The young women they pay to come back to this expensive room aren’t forced to stay against their will and the large sum of money they walk away with at the end of the night is enough to pay a month’s worth of bills for many, but it’s far from legal. It’s prostitution.
The part of the club on the other side of the door runs according to the ordinance. They don’t serve alcohol to patrons due to full nudity. Back here, there’s a large bar with plenty of liquor behind it, to go with the nudity and sex.
All eyes are on me now.
They’re all watching to see what I’ll do with Jaycee since she interrupted the scene I’d just started with the young lady…Perhaps her name is Marsha, I can’t remember for sure. Marsha isn’t a problem. She’s already playing with a different Dom, and I damn sure have no interest in her.
We could leave. I could grab Jaycee and my men and we could get the hell out of here, but I know how bad she wants to find her sister. I’ve talked to people and confirmed Kennedy is here most nights, but so far tonight, she’s been a no-show.
A few scenes go on around the room. Women on their knees, a few tied down or bound to devices scattered around the area, while others are simply fucking. No matter what I do with Jaycee, the impact could go two ways; she could panic and leave here with side effects she isn’t able to shake off, but my plan and the other choice, is to make her forget every other cocksucker in the room and focus only on me.
She’s shown her interest in kink. I’ve seen how she reacts to particular scenes in my club, so I have an idea what might turn her on.
She half-assed it when she filled out the paperwork to get in The Grind, but since everyone here thinks I’ve done this with her before, I can’t spend too much time thinking about hard limits. I’ve been with her enough though, I can read her body language and tell what she’s thinking, what she’s feeling, even when she doesn’t want me to know.
After I round up what I need, I go back to where she’s kneeling on the floor.
“Come.”
I use the tone she never denies, and I pray it works.
Her legs wobble a little but she stands and lifts her eyes to mine.
“Eyes on the floor. You know this, pet. You’re testing my patience tonight, but you’re doing it on purpose, aren’t you?”
“I don’t want…”
“Quiet. You can speak when I give you permission. I only want silence now.”
I guide her to the wall behind where Troy and Jeremiah are sitting. A handful of people are near, but for anyone to get to where we are they must get past my men first. We’ll do every damn thing we can to not blow our cover, but they know as do I, I’m only willing to let things go so far with Jaycee.
I point her to face the wall, her back to most everyone. I don’t scold her for looking into my eyes. Instead, I make it easier for her as I stand to her side, so she can see me when I speak. “Lift your skirt and put your hands on the wall.”
This isn’t new to me like it is to her. My cock has no knowledge I’m not in The Grind giving the orders. When she grips the hem and raises the skirt, exposing an inch at a time of her luscious skin, I thicken against my zipper.
The panties made of lace barely cover her ass. People watching us doesn’t bother me because I know there’s no way in hell I’ll let anyone near her. I didn’t stop it before when I was undercover and she was with Malcolm, but I’ll be damned if I ever let anything like that happen again. I don’t care what’s at stake. She may not know it or understand it yet, but she’s mine and I will stop at nothing to protect what’s mine, or die trying.
I move in close to speak so no one else can hear. “Close your eyes, baby. Pretend it’s just you and me. We’ll be out of here before you know it, but we need to make everyone believe it’s real. Do you trust me to take care of you?”
She splays her hands against the concrete wall, leans her forehead between them, and nods. I run a finger along the edge of her panties and down one side of her ass, teasing her, knowing I have my work cut out for me to make her relax so she’ll forget everyone but me in the room.
I kiss across her shoulder while I tease her with my finger. She leans her head to the side a little so I can lick the side of her neck to her ear. I nip and tease and scrape my teeth across her shoulder while I find her warm center with my hand. I pull her earlobe between my lips and suck as I thrust a finge
r inside her tight cunt. “This is my pussy! Do you understand? Mine.”
“Ah!” She calls out, surprised.
She rocks her ass against my hand as I slide in and out. I do that a few times more and then I gather the thin lace in my hand and tear her panties away. She widens her stance more, letting me know she’s aroused.
This is a punishment scene, and I know all eyes are on me to see what I have planned for her. I slap each side of her ass a few times and then knead the sting away to prepare her for more. Then, I pick up the leather paddle.
I slip my hand between her legs once more and find her pussy is wet with her need. My hand glistens with her arousal when I pull it away. I press my front against her back so she can feel what this little charade is doing to me.
The punishment might be all for the show, but my hard cock is all for the beautiful woman in front of me. I grind against her. “I’m going to paddle your ass, sugar, and I want you to count for me. Loud, so everyone can hear. Do you understand? If you say ‘red’ I’ll stop. I’ll blow my cover or whatever we have to do. Okay?”
She makes a sound half between a whimper and a groan and nods her head, but that’s not good enough.
“Words, Jaycee. I need to hear words.” I grip her hair tight and pull her head back where she can look into my eyes while I land a nice swat to her ass with the paddle, enough to let her know I’m serious.
“Yes! Sir!”
I almost chuckle when I hear her mumble ‘asshole’.
By the time she’s counted to ten, concern grows because her ass is a nice rosy color. I’ve experienced the same paddle myself, so I’m a little surprised she’s able to stay so composed and stay still with each swat. It’s not extremely painful, but it has a nice little sting to it. The only sign I see is her legs tremble and shake. I give her two more slaps and then I drop the paddle to the floor. I run my fingers through her pussy, causing her to let out with a deep moan. My cock pulses with the need to have her. Her juices drip to my knuckles as I thrust my fingers in and out.
“Do you want me to fuck you now? You took your punishment so well. Would you like me to reward you with my cock, baby?” She moans again and thrusts her ass out for me.
I lower my zipper to free my heavy cock and then I turn her around, grasping her hips to lift her up and push her against the concrete wall. She looks at me through dark hooded eyes. I enter her tight channel with one hard thrust all the way, stretching her as I go. “Fuck, Grant!” She wraps her arms around me and buries her face against my neck as I plow into her over and over until I feel her walls start to spasm.
“Goddamn! Fuck! Give it to me, baby!” My legs nearly give out as I feel my own release ready to erupt. I hold the back of her head with one hand and keep the other around her to hold her in place while she quakes and shudders through her orgasm as I pour myself into her.
After I slide from her quickly, I set her feet on the floor so I can put her skirt back in place and get myself situated.
We don’t have time to sort out how she feels, but I intend to do that as soon as I get her back to our hotel room.
“Let’s get you out of here, sweetheart.”
“Bu…But, what about Kennedy? We still have to find her, Grant. What we did was pointless if we don’t finish the job.”
She sways on her feet a little, but I’m dumbfounded because she seems okay with everything that just happened. I can tell she’s nervous and uneasy about being here, but she doesn’t seem too scared or pissed at me anymore.
“The guys and I paid a shitload to get in here. If we plan to hang around long enough to find your sister without appearing out of place, we need to fit in. You weren’t supposed to be here, Jaycee.”
“You were…touching that woman.”
“Not intimately. They asked me to do a quick punishment scene. That paddle I used on your ass was for her.”
“They asked you? So, what? You came in here and told them you’re a Dom or something?”
“No, baby. If I have to tell someone, then I’m not really a Dom.”
“So…they just knew?”
“Yes, one recognizes another. It’s that simple. Just like I recognize you’re submissive. You like for someone else to take charge in intimate situations, and I like to be the one who takes that charge, sugar.”
Most have their attention elsewhere and no longer focused on Jaycee and me, but I can tell she’s getting frustrated. I need to get us out before shit gets started all over again. I look back to where Troy and Jeremiah are sitting and give them a head signal so they know Jaycee and I are leaving.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Jaycee
I take two steps to his one to keep up with Grant as I follow him to his truck. I feel like a hooker running around in these dinky little clothes and four-inch heels.
Let’s not forget how my Alpha protector shredded my panties earlier. I can feel his sticky essence drip from my body and coat the inside of my thighs with every step I take.
“Do you have napkins or something in the truck?”
We’re both standing on the passenger side of his truck where the door hides us a little.
“Why do you need napkins?”
We both look down simultaneously. “I’m…I’m sticky…and…and a little messy...”
“Fuck, that’s hot, baby. That’s the closest thing to dirty talk I’ve ever heard come out of your sweet mouth.” He gazes into my eyes when I look up and traces my bottom lip with his thumb.
“Grant.”
I shiver. Already, my body is lighting up again with need.
“Not now, Jaycee. You’re coming down from what we did in there. When we get back to the hotel, I’ll take care of you, but not here.”
Back at the hotel, I know he’s right. I think about everything while I take a hot shower.
I can’t believe I allowed that to happen in front of all those people.
Once he touched me, I forgot anyone else was there with us. The first few swats with the leather paddle hurt a little, but then the sensations quickly turned to a different burn that spread through my body straight to my clit.
I can’t look into his eyes when I go back into the room where he’s reclining against a stack of pillows on the bed, his laptop open in front of him. I swallow a few times to relieve the lump in my throat.
He closes the computer and sets it on the table beside the bed. “You look tired, baby. I know you need to sleep, but we should talk first…about what happened tonight.”
“Not yet. I don’t even understand it. I can’t put what I feel into words. It shouldn’t have…” I stammer over my words, trying to find something to say that makes sense.
“Forget about where we were, forget the people there, did you like it, Jaycee?”
“I must have, but I don’t think I like knowing I did. It feels…Wrong. Everything was wrong with it, Grant. I can’t be normal because I enjoyed it so much.”
When I’m within reach, he takes my wrist and tugs me to join him on the bed. I’m resting on my back while he lies beside me. He brushes the hair away from my face and looks at me.
“I don’t much care for the word normal. It’s a relative term, depending on each person and their situation. Do you know how many abnormal couples are out there, even ones you see as strictly vanilla? I promise when the door closes, and no one sees, a few like to turn the freak on, and there’s nothing wrong with them. And that’s okay. It’s their business. Just like whatever we do together is our business.”
I let what he says sink into my head. I think I’ve always looked at it from someone else’s perspective. When you think about it, it’s no different from someone who eats ketchup with their French fries or prefers them plain. So what if I like to experiment with sex? Well, I haven’t experiment too much yet, but I’d like to…with Grant. I want to try everything with him.
“I guess when I consider it like that, it doesn’t seem so bad. It scared me when I walked in that room, and then when I saw you with
that woman…All of it for nothing, too. Do you think we’ll find Kennedy?”
“Yes, we’ll find her. It was odd she didn’t show up tonight. A source assured me she’d be there. That’s why I paid the money to get us in that back room…Are you prepared, Jaycee, for when you see her? I don’t think your little sister will be too sweet or innocent anymore. There’s a good chance you’ll not even recognize her. I don’t know the drugs she’s using or any details about what she’s been doing, but don’t expect things to go well when you see her.”
I curl into him to get comfortable, but he pulls away.
“Rest for a few minutes while I hit the shower real quick, then I’ll hold you all night long if you’ll let me.” He pops a quick kiss on my forehead and goes to the bathroom.
A few hours later, I wake up to a strange noise. I listen for a few minutes, but I hear nothing more.
I ease out from under his arm that’s draped over me and slip from the bed.
After a quick visit to the bathroom, I tiptoe back to the bed, but before I lay down, I hear the noise again. It sounds like someone tapping on the door.
I should wake Grant, but the way my head’s been lately, I know it’s probably only my imagination.
I unlock the door and ease it open.
“Oh, my god!”
“Hush! No one can hear us, Jaycee! No one can know I’m here! Do you understand?”
I should call out for Grant, but I don’t want to take the chance she might run. I step into the hallway and look around, but I see no one but her.
“What have you done to yourself, Kennedy?”
She cowers away when I reach for her. I saw the picture Josh had on his phone. I could tell she’d changed. She’s thinner and her skin is pale and pasty. She looks ill, but my biggest concern is the bruising that covers her. Her right cheek is black and purple and her bottom lip has a cut down the middle. Neither appears too fresh, maybe a day or two old.
“Shut up, Jaycee! I’m trying to help you. Don’t you see that? You need to get the hell away from here and leave me alone! You can’t save me! I’ve always told you that you can’t fucking save me, but you never listen! No one can fucking save me.”