“Shanna Jacobs. What a pleasant surprise. I admit, I had no idea you were the one following me. I must ask, however, why would an attorney risk her life to track me down?”
She glared at Stoker and surveyed the surroundings. She’d been taken to some warehouse. Cases of wine were everywhere. Other wooden boxes lined the walls. She didn’t need investigative skills to know what was inside. Guns. She’d learned enough from spending time with Trent to know the Sanduci family exported guns to other countries. She thought about a conversation she’d had with Trent, one beautiful afternoon. This wasn’t about the Sanducis. She had to buy time. She also realized that her client had been using her as bait. “My client is perturbed that you sold him a bill of goods.”
“Your client?” Stoker laughed as he nodded to Christian. “Don’t you mean the cops investigating my various activities. I heard there was a beautiful lady in town. I’m grateful that Christian recognized you. A bonus. Unfortunately, Ms. Jacobs, you know too many things about my life and livelihood. You can thank your dead boyfriend for placing your life in danger.”
“You fucker! He told me nothing, but I figured out you’re selling guns to the Chinese. What a perfect disguise, using wine as a cover. Brilliant,” she said as she smiled. While she wasn’t being tied down, there was no one to come to her rescue. Shanna inched closer, glancing at Christian. He had a gun pointed directly at her. No wonder Trent was killed.
Christian snorted and motioned to Stoker. “We don’t need her. We’re finished here.”
“No, I think we do. She’s resourceful,” Stoker stated. “She has valuable information.”
“Aren’t you worried about the fact I might tell the Sanducis you’re going behind their backs, selling guns to the Chinese?” She’d struck gold. The look on Stoker’s face was one of panic. She took a glance down at her purse and gently kicked it back and into the shadows. There might be a chance of getting out of here if she could get to her gun.
“You bitch! I should have known. Trent was a lying sack of shit. I’m glad I had him killed!” Stoker roared as he paced.
Shanna shifted, keeping her eyes on Christian.
Stoker snapped his head in her direction then took long strides. “You’re going to tell me everything you know. Everything.”
She scuttled backwards, her foot knocking her gun out of her purse and her eyes scanning for a way out. Cody. Where are you? “And what if I don’t?”
“Then I’ll enjoy taking my time with you,” Stoker said, his eyes full of venom.
“Not so fast, gentlemen.” The deep voice echoed in the space. Cody walked out of the shadows, his gun in both hands. “I suggest you drop your weapons. You’re under arrest.”
Stoker winked at her before turning around, a smile crossing his face. “This is between Ms. Jacobs and myself.”
“Not gonna happen, partner. She and I are going to walk out of here and you and Mr. Dunner are going away for a very long time.” Cody darted a look in her direction. “You all right, sweetness?”
“Never better, darling,” she said as she shivered.
“Good. Let’s get you out of here.” Cody took another step toward her.
Nodding, she inched toward him and suddenly black and white images danced in front of her eyes. Stoker. The gunman. A flash. “Cody. Look out!” Dropping to the floor, she grabbed the gun.
Bam!
She dropped and rolled, the force shooting the gun out of her hands as Stoker lunged in her direction.
“Drop your weapon, Dunner,” Cody commanded.
Bap! Bap!
Hissing, she scrambled on her hands and knees. Please God.
“Not so fast.” Stoker lunged toward her.
“Shanna! Stay down!” Cody commanded.
She wrapped her hand around the barrel and jerked to her feet just as Stoker grabbed her around the ankle. Kicking out, she caught him in the chest.
Bap! Bap!
The sound of gunfire peppered through the warehouse.
“Come here, you bitch.” Stoker scrambled to his feet.
Wham! “Take that, you fucker!” Shanna threw a punch, catching him square in the jaw. He went down with a hard thud. She shifted and slapped her other hand around the gun, running just as Christian bolted, turning the gun directly on her.
Boom!
“Time for you to die, you mother fucker!”
“Captain Brentwood. I appreciate that and yes, Christian is alive. He’ll be hurtin’ for a hell of a long time, but he’s alive.” Cody chuckled.
Shanna made faces and opened the freezer, grabbing several ice cubes. She was bruised but alive, thanks to Cody. She envisioned the cowboy detective in a red cape, the perfect hero. She respected him so much, but not just for saving her life, for telling her his secret.
“You bet. Ching Mai was captured just as he was about to catch a plane. Unfortunately, there’s still no sign of Mr. Wilde, however I don’t think he’ll be bothering us any longer. I understand a little bird told the Sanducis they had another traitor in their midst.”
She plopped ice into two glasses. Now she wished she’d put a bullet between Stoker’s eyes. Damn it to Hell.
“Hero? I’m nobody’s hero, especially the kink club,” Cody chortled.
Turning, she winked as he rolled his eyes. They had received two cases of wine from the auction event, very expensive wine. Seems James was quite impressed with their work.
As Cody finished up his call, she jerked open every drawer until she found a wooden spoon. She stirred the pitcher full of margaritas and walked closer to Cody before licking up and down the length. After hearing all the details, she was no longer issuing a mandate against cops. Perhaps that was good for her growing relationship with Cody. Relationship. What a concept. “You are a hero. You saved my life. I loved the line ‘time for you to die, mother fucker’. A true cowboy saying.”
“Very funny. I’m just glad you’re all right.”
Shanna smiled and shrugged. “I was safe with you.”
He shook his head, his eyes twinkling. “Maybe so but that was then. Spankings will begin soon.”
“I told you. Over my dead ass body.”
“Uh-huh. I’ll change and be right there.”
“Better be.” Grinning, she poured two glasses and headed out the patio door toward the pool. The sun was just setting, the staff had been sent away and they had nothing to do but enjoy food and beverages. Well, and get to know each other a little bit better. She giggled as she nipped salt from the rim and took a sip. Nothing tasted better than tequila.
Setting her glass on the table, she kicked off her shoes and unwrapped the rather festive floral oversized scarf from around her waist. She walked toward the edge, gazing down at the luminescent lights. For the first time in over a year she could relax.
“Too much thinking and not enough drinking. That’s what I’m thinking,” Cody said as he eased behind her.
“That supposed to be a rhyme, cowboy detective?” The moment he placed his hands on her outer thighs, she shivered.
“Just an observation, darling.”
“Is the captain okay with us staying here for a couple of days?” She took a step back, pushing her ass against his groin.
“I convinced him we had to finish up talking with all our kink lovers, even if they do seem quite grateful.”
“Speaking of that, are we going to arrest all of them?”
“And leave Napa Valley without their favorite wine stewards? Not a chance.” Cody grunted and eased his hands up to her breasts, cupping both as he nuzzled into her neck. “They paid their price.”
Exhaling, she closed her eyes, enjoying the moment. “That’s good because we have an invitation to come to what I hear is a hot BDSM club in town. I think we should go.” She swiveled her hips back and forth as she reached behind, rubbing her hands up and down his thighs.
“You really want to see those old guys in leather?” His voice was more of a ragged whisper. He pinched her nipples until she m
oaned.
“Not them, but you on the other hand need some club time.” Shanna was wet, her nipple hard.
Cody took a step back. “Just as much as you need a hard spanking.”
Smack!
“Bad girl.”
She shuddered and turned around, wrapping her arms around his neck. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you everything about Trent.”
“I’m sorry he didn’t tell you he was turning state’s evidence.”
“Well…” She grinned. “Let’s just say we had a heart to heart. I was going to leave him. I’d broken too many rules that Christine had to cover for me. I was in jeopardy of losing my job. He confessed.”
“So that’s why you agreed to work with me. Christine.”
“I owed her. What I did could have had me disbarred. She had no idea my life was in real danger. Not now. Everything has been quiet. I was blinded when I was chosen to snoop on Trent. What was I thinking?”
Cody exhaled. “Captain told me your illustrious clients were picked up in the raid. Quite a haul.”
“And all because of muah.” Shanna giggled.
He pulled her against his chest and ground his hips. “You’re a very bad girl.”
“But you love me.”
“Mmmm… I believe I do,” Cody grinned and captured her mouth, thrusting his tongue inside.
She fell into the kiss and rose onto her tiptoes. This man, this cowboy detective was a keeper.
Whoosh!
Cody held her tight as he jumped into the water. He laughed as he dragged her to the surface. “I thought we should finish what we started the other night.”
She eased her hand between them, sliding her fingers into his bathing suit. “You are hard. Is that for little ‘ol me?” She purred as she wrapped her hand around the base of his cock, pumping as she licked around his mouth. “Very hard.”
“Take off your swimsuit and find out.” Grinning, he released her and swam just out of her reach. Seconds later he lifted his suit into the air, twirling the wet mess around his finger. “Your turn.”
“You’re the bad one.” She fiddled and fumbled until she managed to remove her bikini, tossing the unwanted pieces onto the concrete deck. Paddling back, she blew him a kiss. “You’re going to have to catch me.”
“Be careful what you ask for.”
As soon as he lunged in her direction she squealed, but didn’t move. When he came up out of the water, he placed his hands on either side of her face. “What do you want?”
“You, every inch of you.” Planting his hands on her hips, he pulled her up and onto his cock, thrusting the entire length of his shaft inside.
Tossing back her head, she let out a ragged breath and gripped his shoulders as she wrapped her legs around his thighs.
Cody used the power of his upper thighs to drive in and out. “You’re going to suck me later.”
“Only if you’re a good boy.”
Smiling, he intertwined his fingers around her hair, tugging until she arched her back. Lowering his head, he licked around her nipple before biting down.
“Oh God!” She dug her nails into his arms and panted, her entire body electrified.
He nipped her tender flesh as he moved to the other breast. “I think you need to learn many lessons, young lady.” Pinching her nipple, he sucked on the other as she tossed her head back and forth.
“You’re going to teach me?” she managed. She was alive, on fire and wanted this man as she had no other.
“I just might.” He held his cock inside as he continued nipping and biting her nipples until they were red and swollen.
She wiggled and clenched her pussy muscles as she lifted her head. “I might like being in control.”
Cody raised a single eyebrow and huffed. “We’ll just have to see about that.” He moved toward the other side.
“What are you doing?”
“This!” He lifted her out of the water and onto the decking, laying her down and spreading her legs wide open. “You’re going to learn who’s in charge after all.”
The moment he lowered his head, burying his face in her pussy, she let out a strangled moan. Being involved with a cop might not be a bad idea after all. Besides, she had to admit, she needed a round of discipline every once in a while to keep her in check. “I just might let you, my cowboy detective.”
The End
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Chapter 1
The first time Sir Jeffrey Young, commander of the Sons of Disobedience and dealer alike in small arms and high-powered ordnance, made Tess wear a butt plug, he did it on a whim. Tess had displeased him in a relatively small matter, failing to appear promptly for dinner and seeming to deceive him about what she had been doing. Jeffrey, probably feeling a little jaded with the usual command to one of his bodyguards to belt-whip her in front of him, said, with a sadistic glint in his eye, “Let’s put a butt plug in that pretty arse, and make her wear it at the table. If she can’t show up on time, like a civilized young woman, I’ll just have to treat her the way she deserves, like a misbehaving pet.”
Jack, the head of Jeffrey’s security detail, laughed, and said, “What, seriously? You wouldn’t put a butt plug in a pet’s rear-end, would you?”
Perhaps Jeffrey hadn’t meant it seriously when he said it, but now he seemed both amused and aroused—as Tess might well have expected, given how aroused it usually got him to humiliate her and his other girls. He liked to degrade Tess more than the others, though, and she knew the other girls tittered about it. Tess thought it must be because although it troubled her, Jeffrey would always find her wet and ready afterwards when he took her to his bed, whether he had had her whipped in front of his guests or he had made her take off her panties at dinner and give them to him.
Anne-Marie and Judy, the other two current members of what Jeffrey at least never called his harem in so many words, though Tess had heard some of his men call them that, didn’t get spanked as much as Tess did. Jeffrey never said why, but she d
idn’t think it could be because she didn’t behave as well—which Jeffrey used as the excuse for the frequent punishments. Anne-Marie constantly spoke of things she shouldn’t, on her shopping trips outside Jeffrey’s compound on the little Greek island where they spent most of their time, but never got spanked for it. Judy would go out dancing with visiting lieutenants of Jeffrey’s, without permission, and suffered no ill consequences. If Tess had done that, Jeffrey would almost certainly have taken her over his knee, by the pool, the next morning in front of the servants. With her bikini bottoms down she would have been spanked until she sobbed out her penitence, her legs kicking uncontrollably and showing everyone present—including the other girls—the parts of her Jeffrey had instructed she keep bare, waxing them once a week.
Anne-Marie and Judy also had to wax, but Jeffrey let them keep some of their pubic curls, shaped in tight little triangles. Only Tess had to remove them all. They all saw each others’ privates often, of course, because of Jeffrey’s love of commanding them to sunbathe nude, then bringing one of them into his cabana for afternoon sex. When he chose Tess, he would always turn her face down and enter from the rear, but she knew he had other favorite positions with the other girls: Anne-Marie on her back, with her knees bent and spread; Judy on her side, from behind as with Tess, but surely less degraded than Tess felt to have her face pushed into the canvas of the beach chair, bottom high as Jeffrey rode to his orgasm without any thought for her pleasure.
When he did consider his girls’ sexual pleasure—and this held true for all three of them, as well as for Bella, a girl who had been sent away a few months after Tess arrived after sleeping with one of Jeffrey’s lieutenants—it was always in conjunction with a spanking. Even if he had a bodyguard carry out the punishment, the girl was brought naked to Jeffrey afterward and made to bend over in front of him so he could inspect her whipped bottom, whether he was alone at the time or surrounded by other men. Then, as an explicit completion of the discipline, he would get the vibrating dildo out of his desk and work her pussy on it until she came, crying out how sorry she was for her offense.
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