Hero Undercover: 25 Breathtaking Bad Boys

by Annabel Joseph

  It turned out she wasn’t going to say anything because she wasn’t there. I wandered round the entire club looking for her before grabbing hold of Mickey. “Where’s the new girl?” I shouted in his ear over the blasting music.

  “I might ask you the same question.”

  “What?”

  He leaned closer. “A little birdie tells me you took her into a room last night for a little tête-à-tête.”

  “What of it? That’s what this place is for, isn’t it?”

  “Yeah, but the same birdie tells me she ran out of here on her own. You want to tell me what might make her do that, Mr. Rollins?”

  “My name’s not Rollins,” I said, turning away from him and resisting running. I forced myself to walk slowly, not wanting my panic to show. I had to find her before her father got to her, before he poisoned her mind against me. If she wasn’t coming back to work, there was only one place left to try. Her house.

  I tried not to think about what I’d do if her father was there. I doubted he was. It was his night to talk to the local church about helping raising funds for replacing their roof. I had his calendar well enough memorized to know that. That gave me time to go and see her. I’d hopefully be able to tell her the truth, explain to her that I wasn’t the asshole she thought I was. If she didn’t slam the door in my face, of course. And there was only one way to find out if she would. I drove to her house with my lips pressed tightly together, my hands gripping the steering wheel too hard. I didn’t care about anything but speaking to her. The rest of the world could wait. I could deal with it later. For now, I wanted her to know the truth.

  Chapter 11

  Kathryn

  When the doorbell rang, I wasn’t sure whether or not to answer it. I’d been an idiot, a fool, a moron, and many other things to boot. How had I thought it was a good idea to work at The Honey Trap? I’d been photographed with my father enough times for them all to know who I was. Sure, Mickey had said there was a confidentiality clause and no member would say a word about the things that happened in there. But enough of a bribe from a newspaper and I had no doubt someone in there would sell the details of seeing me walking around. It would be a great story, the daughter of a prominent politician works in a BDSM club.

  That was probably them out there. A journalist doorstepping me before my face was featured in tomorrow’s paper. But was it? Was I being paranoid? After what Mickey had told me when he’d rung, I wasn’t sure what the hell to believe anymore. Or who to trust. I walked downstairs, listening as the bell went again. I looked through the spyhole. It was Nate. I pressed myself against the door, trying to decide what to do. I could ignore him. But he had the look of a man who wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon.

  I could open the door, hurl abuse at him, tell him to get lost and never come back. I pulled the door open, still unsure exactly what I was going to say to him.

  “Don’t say anything,” he said when he saw me. “Just let me speak.”

  I waited as he looked at me. Behind him a car drove past and it drew my eye. When I looked back at him, he still seemed to be deciding what to say. I waited some more, doing my best not to tell him to get the hell out of my life. Or to kiss him. Those eyes. It was something about those eyes.

  He sighed, rubbing his forehead as he did so. “Right, Kathryn, look, here’s the thing. Your father didn’t want you working there, he thought the place might corrupt you.”

  I stifled a laugh. It was a bit late for that.

  He continued. “He wanted me to get some footage of them breaking their licensing conditions so he could get it shut down.”

  “That’s not why he wants it shut down,” I said, stopping him before he got any further.

  “What?”

  I stepped back, beckoning him in. “Come and sit down. I think we’ve got a lot to talk about.”

  We walked through to the den. I took the chair by the window while he sat on the sofa, his hands clasped on his lap. I leaned back, finding it hard to look at him. Each time I did, those eyes trapped me and my heart ached for him, even after what he’d done to me. “Why did you lie to me?” I asked.

  “I didn’t lie. I never lied.”

  “You used me. You went undercover and pretended to be someone you’re not.”

  “No, I was undercover out here. The real me was in there with you.”

  “What?”

  “That was the real me. I want to be a Dom. I want to be your Dom. That’s why I couldn’t film you. It felt wrong. As soon as I was with you, everything fell apart. I couldn’t do it. It’s why I quit working for him.”

  “You quit? When?”

  “Just now.”

  “Wow. Hang on, you want to be my Dom?”

  “More than anything.” He was silent for a moment. “But what did you mean about your father? Do you know something I don’t?”

  “I think so. Mickey Trent rang me this morning.”

  “Who?”

  “The guy who owns the place. He rang to warn me not to close him down, thought I was working with my father, told me he’d worked out who I was, and who you were. He thinks we’re all in it together.”

  “He does?”

  I nodded. “He does. He told me something about my father, something I didn’t want to know.”

  A voice spoke up from the hallway. “What did he tell you?”

  It was my father. He’d come home so quietly I hadn’t even noticed. He appeared in the doorway, looking in at the two of us. “Carry on, Kathryn,” he said, his voice cold. “What did Mickey tell you?”

  “Is it true?” I asked him, watching his face closely.

  His eyes flickered. “Whatever he told you is a lie.”

  “So you didn’t lose your membership for being too violent to the subs in there?”

  “Of course not,” he said, his smile too forced.

  “He says he has proof.”

  “What?” he asked, staggering backwards.

  “Says he has cameras in all the back rooms.”

  “That bastard,” he said through gritted teeth. “I knew I couldn’t trust that son of a bitch.”

  “So, it is true?”

  He held his hands up in supplication. “It’s not how it seems, Kathryn. I’m not who I was then. I want to do the right thing. Close the place before it corrupts you too.” He turned to Nate. “You were supposed to help me with that.”

  “I changed my mind,” Nate said, getting to his feet. “And I need to talk to you about that.”

  “Not now,” I snapped, waving for him to sit back down. “Dad, I want you to stop this talk about closing The Honey Trap.”

  “What? You’re telling me what to do? My own daughter is giving me commands?”

  I nodded. “You leave the place alone. They’re not doing anyone any harm. Not since you were thrown out anyway.”

  “It has corrupted you,” he hissed. “I knew it would. You’re not my daughter anymore. I don’t even know you.”

  I shrugged. “I guess that makes two of us.”

  I stood up and crossed to the sofa, motioning for Nate to stand. When he did so, I took his hand and turned to face my father. “And there’s something else you should know.”

  “What?” he asked, staring down at our clasped hands. “Don’t tell me… no, I can’t take it.” He clutched at his chest, his face turning red.

  “Dad?” I said, watching as he staggered back, crashing into the cabinet by the door. He slumped downwards, his face almost purple. “Dad?”

  “I have no daughter,” he said in the faintest of whispers, sweat beading on his forehead.

  “Call an ambulance,” I said to Nate. “Go!”

  I knelt beside my father, the man who’d just disowned me. I stroked his forehead as his eyes remained fixed on the far wall. I could hear Nate talking on the phone but his voice sounded very far away. Everything seemed very far away.

  Epilogue

  Six months later

  I looked at her as she stripped out of her
clothes. I’d lost count of how many times we’d done this but I was still captivated by the sight. She had such a flawless body, every curve drew my eye, made me want her more.

  It felt strange being back in the club. The talk of closing the place down had died away as quickly as Ernest’s career. Retired to spend time with his family was the line. It was a joke, of course. He was barely out of hospital before Kathryn had moved into her own place. She had been to see him a couple of times while he was recovering from his heart attack but he wanted nothing to do with her. It was awful to meet up with her after her attempts at reconciliation had been rebuffed. She was furious with him, but he was still her father. She was willing to let the past go, unlike him.

  As time passed, it became easier for her to forget about him. She spent more time with me, the two of us hanging out together. We even got to know Mickey. It turned out he’d made it up about the cameras, freely admitting it was a bluff when I rang him while Waterman was still in the hospital. “I can barely work out how to use my phone,” he told me. “You think I could get hidden cameras on the go in all the rooms. Feel free to have a look. I’ve got nothing to hide. Unlike him.”

  It turned out he knew all about Ernest because of what the subs had told him. “I had to take his membership off him,” he said, shaking his head as if he regretted it. “I didn’t want to but he left me no choice. Much longer and he’d have done some real damage. He told me he’d get his own back one day. I guessed something like this would happen. Believe me though, I never wanted him to have a heart attack over it.”

  It all worked out in the end. Mickey could relax, Ernest was out of politics, shuffling about the echoing halls of an empty house, alone and miserable. I was working for the opposition, though in a far more minor role than before, one that left me a lot of free time, something I wasn’t really used to.

  I used it wisely, getting to know Kathryn. Everything I found out about her made me like her more. Especially the way she was willing to become my sub even after quitting working for The Honey Trap. “It wouldn’t feel right,” she explained when she told me of her decision. “Besides, Mickey would get pissed off if I kept refusing the other Doms.”

  I was glad. It meant we got to spend even more time together until finally, she decided it was time for us to go back. “As a couple,” she explained. “Not as some undercover asshole and his unwitting victim.”

  “You’re still mad about that?” I replied.

  “A little bit,” she said with a grin. “Lucky I’m the forgiving sort, isn’t it? Shall we go?”

  Mickey welcomed us both with a nod before turning back to the bar. I led the way through the crowded place into our private room, closing the door behind me before turning to Kathryn, my princess.

  “On your knees,” I said, already undoing my trousers. She did as I commanded and a second later, I had my cock in her mouth, feeling it stiffen as her tongue expertly flicked over it in the way she knew I loved. I held onto her head, pushing myself to the back of her throat, loving the sensation of her hot breath on me. She gagged briefly before I pulled free, letting her gasp for air before grabbing her, lifting her up and bending her over the table.

  I yanked her panties down before she had time to react, groping her ass, leaning down and crushing her under my body. “You are so fucking sexy,” I said, reaching between her legs, finding her already wet. “And you’re all mine.”

  “Fuck me,” she replied. “Please, fuck me, Sir.”

  “Patience,” I said with a grin, her hips grinding back against me. I ran my cock between her buttocks, teasing her in the way that drove her wild. “Strip,” I ordered, stepping back and undoing my shirt.

  I watched her undress, wanting her more than ever. “You look incredible,” I said, pouncing on her seconds later. I lifted her onto me, lowering myself onto my back, impaling her on my cock, watching it vanish up inside her. She rode me fast, grinding down on my length, her wetness making it glisten in the light. When I saw she was on the verge of an orgasm, I grabbed her, rolling her onto her back, spreading her legs wide and thrusting deep into her, my hand on her clit, stroking it in time with the rhythm of my hips.

  She opened her mouth in a silent scream as her climax drew near and just as it was about to hit, I kissed her, breathing in her essence, exploring her mouth with my tongue, feeling her orgasm shaking her body, her scream softened by my embrace. Only when the contractions of her pussy had eased away did I begin thrusting again, staring into her eyes, continuing to kiss her. “Come in me,” she muttered between kisses, her nails clawing at my back. “I need it inside me.”

  “Here it comes, my princess,” I replied, ramming harder into her before burying myself all the way inside, feeling my cock twitch as my orgasm tore through me, cum spurting out and filling her pussy.

  “Thank you,” she gasped, wrapping her legs round my back. “Thank you, Sir.”

  That was how it was for the next week. We spent our days together, me working from home which meant I could type on the laptop while she knelt between my legs and teased the hell out of me. The nights were spent at the club, getting to know each other’s bodies even better. At the end of the week, I was snuggled next to her in my bed, my arm wrapped round her as she grinned, her face still aglow with her most recent climax. “I love you,” I whispered in her ear.

  “And I love you,” she replied, kissing my cheek. “Even if you are an undercover asshole.”

  “You want undercover?” I said, sliding down until the blankets were over my head. “You get undercover.” I spread her legs and found her pussy, listening to the gasp of surprise far above me as I began to kiss her clit. This was the kind of undercover I could happily carry out for the rest of my life.

  The End

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  Chapter 1

  A slap of water crested her upper thighs, forcing a reflexive hiss past pursed lips. Straining forward through the slosh, River traversed the half-frozen lake shore, her hiss replaced with creative profanity once icy water saturated her belly. The subsequent cramp stole her breath, but she was close enough to reach forward and fist her hand in the clothing of the massive body floating by.

  Fingers losing feeling, the woman pulled, yanking whoever he was from the bracken he’d been tangled in.

  And boy was he damn lucky she had seen him drifting while she was fishing... that was, if the floating behemoth was still breathing.

  There was no time to check. Dead or alive, she needed to get out of that arctic water. Hardly sparing him a glance, she hooked her arm around his chest and tugged her cargo to the lapping shore. The man was massive, his clothing waterlogged, and dragging him out of the tide took a feat of pure will.