Highland Dom

by Marie Tuhart

  “More than ready.” Today, she hoped to explore more of Cameron’s playroom, but the man wouldn’t tell her what he had planned.

  “Go, you two, before I have to bring out the fire hose.” Skye shooed them with her hands. “And don’t forget dinner at the house tonight, Cameron. Dad wants to go over everything for next weekend.”

  “We’ll be there.”

  Kristen tensed, for a minute and then relaxed. Unlike her family dinners where everyone sat in tense silence as they ate, dinner with his family was fun.

  Cameron slipped his arm around her waist and escorted her through the kitchen and up to her apartment.

  “What’s in the bag?” she asked as they entered the living room.

  “Never mind that right now.” He set the bag by her sofa and drew her into his arms. “I want a kiss.” He bent his head.

  His lips were cool, but she didn’t care. She opened her lips to his questing tongue and tangled hers with his.

  When he lifted his head, she smiled at him. “So what’s the scene for today?”

  “Let’s sit down for a minute.” He guided her over to the sofa and drew her onto his lap.

  “Is there a problem?” Something in the way his muscles tensed up made her wonder. Oh hell, had last night not been as good for him as it had been for her?

  “No.” He brushed his lips over her cheek. “I want to make sure you’re ready for the scene today.”

  “I’m more than ready.” After four weeks of classes at the club and making love last night, her body craved the connection with him. To be his.

  “Today, I’m going to take one of your fantasies and make it come true.”

  “Which one?” Her mind went back to the night they spent curled up on her sofa, discussing their fantasies. Well, mainly hers. She’d told him several of her fantasies.

  “If I told you which one, it wouldn’t be a surprise.” He cupped her chin. “I know your limits, and I will push them a bit. But your safewords still apply.”

  “‘Bacon’ to stop, ‘cheese’ to slow down.”

  “Yes. I want you to understand this is all for you. I would never hurt you or allow you to be harmed.”

  “I know that.” She kissed his chin. He was the most thoughtful man she’d ever been around. A man who’d wormed his way past the wall she’d built and to be part of her life. Her heart sped up. Cameron had gotten past her defenses, and while it should scare her to death, it didn’t. Her breath caught in the realization that he was the first man to accept her for the woman she was.

  “Good. So what I want you to do now is go put on these clothes.” He handed her the bag he’d set on the floor next to the sofa.

  “Okay.” She took the bag from him, slid off his lap, and danced into her bedroom. Once there, she emptied the bag onto her bed.

  She stared at the black push up bra, the black thong, and the mesh, see-through, black dress. If could be called a dress. It would barely reach the top of her thighs. No stockings, but there was a pair of black shoes with two-inch heels, thank goodness. Anything higher and she’d break her neck. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” she yelled.

  “Nope. Put it on, my little subbie.”

  Damn. He had that tone, one she’d better obey if she didn’t want her ass warmed. She let out a giggle. Maybe getting her ass hot wasn’t such a bad idea, but not right now. It was still a little tender from last night’s spanking.

  Kristen dressed, slipped the shoes on, and walked back into her living room. “I can’t go out like this, I’ll get arrested.”

  “You look delicious.” Cameron stood and strode over to her. “And I don’t plan on letting you get arrested. Let me run down to my car. I have a coat for you.” He dropped a kiss on her nose before jogging out the front door and down the stairs.

  Kristen walked over to the full-length mirror and stared at herself. Yes, she enjoyed dressing up for Cameron, but this was different. Her eyes were bright with desire, and the outfit did make her look sexy. Her legs looked like they went on for miles. Her breasts were full, her nipples poking at the material of the bra. Hell, the thong barely covered the basics. She turned and looked over her shoulder. Oh yeah, her ass was fully on view. Who was this siren?

  “You are gorgeous.” Cameron came back into the room with a trench coat draped over his arm.

  “Thank you.” She gave a little curtsy.

  Cameron held out the coat, and Kristen slipped her arms into it.

  “Let’s go.”

  Kristen took her time going down the stairs. The last thing she wanted to do was fall and break her neck. Cameron held the door open while she sat down, but he waited until she buckled her seat belt.

  “Remember that you trust me.”

  She opened her mouth, but the words died on her lips when she saw the black blindfold dangling from his finger. “I do trust you.” She swallowed.

  He hadn’t blindfolded her before. Unease slipped through her body, and she put her hand up. “Cheese.”

  Cameron froze. “What is it, sweetheart?”

  “I…” She swallowed. “What if someone sees us?”

  “It’s early enough in the morning. Besides, I’ll take the side roads to my house. I want you to open your other senses. I will always protect you. Remember, this is your fantasy, and we’ve talked about it. Ready?”

  She nodded. Her fear subsided a bit. She would try for Cameron, for herself.

  “If anything starts to bother you, use your safewords.”

  The fabric covered her eyes, and within seconds no light penetrated. She took a shaky breath, and when the car door closed, she jumped. It’s okay, she repeated in her head. The driver’s door opened, shut, and the engine started.

  “Where are we going?” The vehicle turned left instead of right in the direction of his home.

  “Back roads, remember? And you’ll see soon enough.”

  “A little hard with a blindfold on.” She gave a giggle.

  “You’re being a smart-ass, subbie.”

  “Sorry, Sir.” But she wasn’t. Without her sight, it was hard to tell where they were going and how long they’d been driving.

  “Shit,” Cameron said just as the sound of a siren reached her ears.

  A cop. “Cameron?”

  “It’s okay.” The car slowed and then stopped. “I’ll go talk with the officer. It’s probably nothing.” The engine turned off, then Cameron opened the car door and closed it.

  Kristen sat perfectly still. If the police officer came to the car, he’d see her blindfolded. This was no good, but she trusted Cameron to protect her. Yet a tiny shiver of fear slid up her spine.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Cameron strode to the car parked behind his in the small outlet just a few miles from his home. “Where did you get the siren?” he asked Jack. Jack was the only one he trusted to help him pull this off, and he was someone who Kristen wouldn’t freak out over when she found out who it was.

  “Borrowed it from a friend.” Jack leaned against the hood of his SUV.

  Cameron nodded. They weren’t far from his house. He was parked in a small outlet, and he’d already cleared it with the Grant PD that his vehicle would be parked there for a few hours.

  “Ready to do this?” Jack asked.

  “Yes. I don’t think she’ll recognize your voice, but you might want to disguise it a bit.”

  “No problem.”

  “Remember her safewords are ‘cheese’ and ‘bacon.’”

  Jack chuckled. “Who could forget those? I’ll go get your lady.”

  Cameron nodded. Jack sauntered up to Kristen’s side of the car and opened her door. Kristen jerked her head toward the open door. Cameron couldn’t hear what Jack said as he bent down to her, but Kristen’s shoulders stiffened. Jack reached in and undid her seat belt before helping her out of the car. Jealousy rose up within Cameron when Jack held Kristen against him. With a deep breath, he tamped it down. This was her fantasy.

  Kristen’s movements were jerk
y as Jack marched her back to his SUV. “Don’t make me cuff you.” Jack’s voice was low and tight.

  “No, officer.” Kristen’s voice was soft, but the slight tremor in it had Cameron frowning. He didn’t want her freaking out. He took her in from head to toe. Okay, her body was flushed but not trembling. He chalked her shaky voice to nervousness.

  “I don’t know what you two are up to, but I will find out.” Jack led her to the SUV and opened the back door. “Now, let me help you in.”

  When Jack touched her ass through the coat to lift her into the vehicle, Kristen let out a squeal and danced away.

  “Now, ma’am, calm down.”

  “Please, just direct me. I can get in myself,” Kristen said.

  “I don’t think so, ma’am, not with that blindfold on.”

  “Then remove it.” Her tone was sharp as her hands rose.

  Jack frowned, and Cameron stifled a laugh. Nervous or not, she was a handful.

  “I don’t think so.” Jack captured her wrists and spun her around. “I think it’s time for those cuffs.” He pressed her against the side of the SUV and expertly cuffed her hands behind her back.

  Cameron took a step before he could stop himself. How dare Jack touch her like that? Jack had his body pressed against hers.

  Jack stared at him. Cameron shook his head to clear away the jealous rage invading his mind. Jack wasn’t interested in Kristen, not in that way. They’d planned this, he reminded himself.

  “What have we done? We were just driving. Stop this.” Kristen shifted from one foot to the other, trying to escape Jack, but that wasn’t about to happen.

  Cameron grinned. Oh, what fun they were going to have today. She didn’t realize this was her fantasy, did she? Maybe not. Adrenaline could cause interesting reactions.

  “Behave.” Jack slapped her lightly on her ass.

  Kristen stilled immediately. Her mouth dropped open in shock. Before she could recover, Jack lifted her into his arms and put her into the vehicle, clipping the seat belt around her. From his position he was able to see the trench coat parted a bit showing her bare calves.

  “So very nice,” Jack whispered as Cameron strode quickly to the other side of the SUV and opened the door.

  Kristen whimpered.

  Cameron frowned. “It’s okay, Kristen,” Cameron whispered, climbing in.

  “Cameron?” She turned her head in his direction.

  “I’m here.” He leaned over and brushed her lips with his. “It will be okay.”

  “Don’t bet on it,” Jack said, then winked at Cameron before slamming the door.

  “Cameron, what the hell is going on?” Kristen whispered.

  “He said I was speeding.”

  “You never speed.” She squirmed. “Are you cuffed, too?”

  “Yes,” he lied. There was no way he would allow himself to be restrained when her safety was at stake. He wanted to be able to protect her if something happened when Jack was driving.

  “I’m scared.” Her voice trembled.

  Cameron leaned over. “All will be fine. I’m here, and no one will hurt you as long as I’m alive.” She turned her face toward his and their lips brushed.

  The sound of Jack closing the driver’s door had Kristen pulling away. Cameron nodded at Jack, who started the SUV and drove. Within a few minutes they were at the club.

  Cameron wondered when she’d remember her fantasy about being kidnapped and her captor having his way with her. He’d added Jack. He’d worked it out with Jack to allow him to use the club for this. It was safer than trying to take her to his house and risk Kristen figuring out where they were.

  “Where are we?” Kristen asked as the vehicle stopped, and Jack turned off the engine.

  “I have no idea.”

  “We’re not at the police station?” Her voice was a little high.

  “Not that I can see.”

  Just then, Jack pulled open Cameron’s door. “Time to get out.”

  “Where are we?” Cameron asked.

  “None of your business,” Jack answered.

  Cameron already had his seat belt off. He jumped out, and the door was slammed shut. Jack grinned at Cameron as they moved to the other passenger door. Jack opened the door, reached in, and undid Kristen’s seat belt. He lifted her out of her seat

  “No, don’t move, sweetheart,” Cameron said.

  Jack slammed the door, and Kristen winced. “You’ll both be fine. Just stay with me,” Jack said, grasping Kristen’s arm as he began walking.

  Cameron followed as Jack led a blindfolded Kristen into the club. He locked the front door then went into the dungeon.

  Kristen stood before the bondage chair, shivering with what Cameron hoped was excitement. He moved to her side, brushing her arm with his.

  “Now, how about an explanation as to why this woman is blindfolded and wearing a trench coat?” Jack’s voice was low and hard.

  “We…” Kristen stammered. “We were on the way to his house.”

  “Then why are you blindfolded?”

  Kristen turned her head in his direction, and Cameron grinned. “Well, officer,” he said, keeping to his role for the moment. “We’re into kink.”

  “Cameron!”

  “I have to be truthful, honey. This way, the officer will know we mean no harm.”

  “Kink, huh.” Jack began to circle them. “And what do you have on underneath that coat?” Jack ran his fingers over Kristen’s cheek. She flinched away and a sob caught in her throat.

  Jack backed away and looked at Cameron.

  “Kristen, sweetheart.” Cameron put his mouth next to her ear.

  “I’m scared,” she whispered.

  “I know, but remember what I said earlier?”

  She shook her head.

  “Safewords. Use them if you need them.”

  She sucked in a breath. “Oh my God.” Her chin dropped to her chest as she tried to control her breathing. “Cheese, Sir.”

  Jack fished the handcuff keys out of his pocket and released her wrists.

  “I totally forgot this was one of my fantasies.” Her breathing was calmer now, and she was no longer shaking like a leaf.

  “We’ve only slowed down, not stopped.” Cameron reminded her as he unbuttoned her coat.

  “We?” she squeaked out.

  Jack laughed. “Did you really think I was gone?” The fabric parted, and Jack let out a wolf whistle. “Damn that’s one fine body.”

  “Sir?”

  “Right here.” Cameron slid the coat from her shoulders and laid it over the back of the chair. Part of him wanted to throw Jack out of the room after that wolf whistle, but he fought it away. Jack was his friend and this was a scene. Jack wouldn’t touch without permission.

  Jack put his hands on her shoulders. “I’m going to lead you over and have you sit down.”

  “Yes, Sir.” Her voice was a little shaky, but she was now aware everything was just part of the scene. Part of her fantasy.

  Jack led her over to the bondage chair. “I think we can get rid of this.” She started to raise her hands as Jack ripped the mesh dress off her body.

  “Oh no, you don’t.” Jack spun her around and pushed her down onto the seat. He prodded her knees open with his legs and grabbed her wrists. Within seconds, he had her arms spread out against the wood of the bondage chair and restrained.

  “Sweetheart, how are you doing?” Cameron asked.

  “Green, Sir.” Her voice was still a little unsteady, but a small grin played against her lips. “Let me go, you creep. How dare you assault me?” She tugged at her well-secured hands.

  “Creep?” Jack ran his fingertips over her shoulders to her throat.

  Kristen stiffened.

  Jack didn’t linger. Instead, he continued his journey, tracing the tops of her breasts where they spilled out of the bra. “Full tits. I like that.” He cupped them, running his thumbs over her nipples.

  Her mouth opened into an O. Then she shook her head. “S
top it. Cameron, where are you?”

  “Right here, my sweet.” She was perfect.

  “He can’t do anything to help you,” Jack said. “He’s still cuffed.”

  Kristen struggled again, but she was putting on a show from the smile on her lips. “I don’t know who you are, but you’ll pay.”

  “Oh, I will?” Jack’s fingers skimmed down to her inner thighs. Using his palms, he pressed them outward until they were spread wide, then he cuffed her thighs and ankles. “I believe I have the upper hand.” He slapped the inside of her thighs.

  Kristen let out a screech and struggled but not too hard. Jack slapped the inside of her thighs again. With a big grin on his face, Jack sauntered over to Cameron.

  “She’s perfect, Cam.” Jack touched his shoulder. “Two hours. I’ll be in my office.”

  “Thanks, buddy.”

  Jack ambled from the dungeon. Cameron slipped off his shirt and shoes before padding over to Kristen.

  Kristen’s chest shook with each breath she took. Her head swiveled back and forth, trying to figure out what where Cameron was. He was a sneaky man. She’d been so frightened when they’d been pulled over and put in the back of the police vehicle. When he reminded her about her fantasy, she finally had been able to breathe without fear.

  “So sweet,” Cameron whispered, keeping his voice deep to confuse her. “I can’t wait to play with those nipples and that pretty pink pussy I see, peeking out behind the thong.”

  “Let me go.” She wiggled again in her bonds. She was going to make a good show of this.

  “You’re mine, sweetheart. Mine to play with, mine to enjoy, mine to keep.” Cameron’s voice wavered as if he turned away from her. “First things first.”

  Cold metal touched her shoulder. Her bra strap loosened and then fell. Then his fingers were at her back. He undid the fastening, and the fabric fell away.

  Her nipples grew harder in the cool room, and her skin grew warm. She was getting turned on. “You blush so nicely and these pretty, rosy nipples.” He tweaked one between his thumb and forefinger.

  “Ohhh.” Her breath left her in a rush as arousal filled her body.

  “You like that?”