Still a Thief

by Doreen DeSalvo

  For a brand new submissive, she sure was a faster learner.

  He grinned like a lunatic. His lips were pressed against the back of her neck, and he bit hard, marking her. Somehow he felt like she’d already marked him.

  Her shoulders shifted, trying to move out from under him. No wonder ‑‑ he’d collapsed on top of her like a fallen redwood. She must be suffocating.

  He lifted away slowly, regretfully, making sure to hold the condom on when he pulled out. Her asshole was stretched, swollen, and beautiful. The only thing better would have been seeing his own cum ooze out of her tender red hole ‑‑ marking her in the most primal, primitive way a man could mark a woman.

  Sometime soon, when passion wasn’t making her crazy, he’d talk to her about letting him fuck her bare. Thanks to regular blood tests in prison, he knew he was clean, STD-free, and he’d bet anything Kate was too.

  A dusty box of tissues sat on the ledge under the back window. He took a handful, then carefully peeled the condom off. His cock was still half-hard, and the rubber clung. He scrunched the used condom up in the tissues and tossed the soggy wad into the small trash bag that hung on the back of the passenger seat. A quick tug, and his pants were up. He glanced over at Kate as he zipped them.

  She was dabbing tissues between her thighs, looking away, her gaze fixed on the window as though she could see anything through the steamed-up glass.

  “Hey.” When she didn’t respond, he grasped her chin and turned her face toward his. Hard to tell in the dark, but her eyes seemed distant. “Are you OK?”

  She shook off his fingers and tossed two handfuls of used Kleenex into the trash bag. “I don’t know who I am anymore.”

  A chill ran down his spine. Was she as far away from being his ‑‑ truly his ‑‑ as ever? She looked so freaked out, this wasn’t a good time to pressure her. Time to backpedal. “Come on, Kate. It’s not that big a deal. Plenty of people fool around in cars.”

  She gave him a skeptical glance, one eyebrow raised. “Fool around? Is that what you call it?”

  Hell, no. He called it a fantasy straight out of a porno. That would send her running for sure. “You’re letting your hair down a little. That’s all.” He toyed with a lock of her hair, pushed it back over her shoulder, and tried to give her a non-threatening smile. “Didn’t you always want to do this in high school?”

  She frowned. “I’m not in high school anymore. I’m supposed to be a mature, responsible adult.”

  “You’re the most mature person I know.” That’s one reason why I want to treat you like a hot young nympho.

  She shifted away from him and tugged down her skirt, not that it covered much. “Jake, this is crazy.”

  “Yeah, but you loved every second of it.”

  Her trademark tsk was followed by an exasperated sigh. “That doesn’t make it right.”

  “Right is what I say it is.” Damn. The words were reflexive ‑‑ his need to dominate, to stamp her with his ownership. Her mulish frown told him he’d said exactly the wrong thing.

  He tried again. “Don’t play the outraged maiden, Kate. No one forced you to ‑‑” He bit the words off. Arguing with her wasn’t going to get her to join him at the “adults only” club that was next on his fantasy-fulfillment agenda.

  Her back was rigid, like a prim schoolgirl looking to get an A in posture. “I know you didn’t force me. But I’m not…I’m not really like this, Jake. It’s not going to happen again. That’s final.”

  The stubborn tilt of her chin pissed him off more than anything. “What’s not going to happen again? The ass fucking in the car, or the finger-fucking in the restaurant?”

  Her cheeks went beet red. “The restaurant, the office, the car ‑‑ all of it. You think it’s a game, but one of my colleagues could have seen us.”

  “And you’d have been embarrassed. Humiliated.” To be seen with me. To let them see that I get you so hot, you’ll let me finger-fuck you in public.

  Before he finished, she was shaking her head. “It doesn’t matter what I’d have felt. The bottom line is, that kind of behavior would have gotten me fired. I can’t afford to lose my job.”

  “So you don’t want anyone to see us together. You’ll only fuck me in private.” God, that sounded stupid. He almost slapped his forehead.

  She tossed her head back and smiled. “That’s what normal people do, Jake. They have sex in private.”

  They’d left “normal” a long time ago. “Normal people are boring. I don’t want boring sex, and you sure as hell don’t either. Admit it.”

  Her tongue came out to hesitantly lick her lips. “I don’t want boring. But the D.A.’s office is a political shark tank. I can’t afford for anyone to find out that I’m…well…a little kinky.”

  That played right into his hands. “OK. Let’s go to a safe place.”

  Her brows drew together. “A safe place?”

  “A private club. A club where people go to…” There was no euphemism. “To get kinky.”

  She looked appalled, her jaw hanging open for a second. “A sex club?”

  He shrugged. “I don’t mean a seedy strip club. I’ve heard about one that’s pretty classy.”

  Her teeth worried her lip. “I don’t know, Jake.”

  Time to reel her in. “You won’t have to worry about seeing anyone you know. If you do, they can’t point fingers at you for being there.”

  “I’d rather go home.” She looked up at him through her eyelashes, like a Southern Belle. “We can do all kinds of kinky things at home. In private. Alone.”

  Nice try, baby, but you’re an amateur when it comes to manipulation. Here’s how a pro operates. “If you’re scared, I’ll go without you.” She didn’t need to know that the only reason he wanted to go was to put her through her paces…to see her in deep submission, surrounded by other subs reveling in giving up control to powerful Masters.

  Her eyes shone with unshed tears, and her lip quivered.

  He had to clench his hands into fists to keep from pulling her into his arms to reassure her. “Yeah, it’ll be better if I go alone. Just drop me off on the corner of Mission and South Van Ness.”

  “I’ll go.” Her voice didn’t waver a bit, but she looked frightened.

  Time to drill his control home. “If you’re not into it, I won’t have any fun. An uptight woman on my arm will kill the party.”

  When she lifted her head, her smile was seductive. “I won’t ruin the party. Did I ruin the party in the restaurant?”

  “Not this time.” He put an edge in his voice deliberately. “But I don’t like the way you keep arguing with me, Kate.”

  She sighed. “How high.”

  Confusion made him frown. “What?”

  “It’s what you want from me. You say jump, and I’m supposed to say, ‘How high.’ No matter what the consequences might be.”

  That’s what obedient, submissive lovers do. “You try to fight it, Kate, but you love it when I push your boundaries.” He put a hand on her bare thigh, trailing his fingers over her soft skin. “If you know what’s good for you, you’ll jump.”

  Her stare was deep, serious. “I don’t know if you’re good for me, Jake. But I would like to go to the club with you.”

  He might not be good for her, but she was perfect for him. Not that he’d admit it. “You’ve been fighting me all day. I’d rather go alone and find a different woman to play with. One who doesn’t put up a prissy front the minute I’m done fucking her.”

  God, he hated seeing that wounded look in her eyes. But if this was what it took to get her to accept him as her Master ‑‑ with no pushing back as soon as she came ‑‑ he’d do it.

  Her gaze dropped, and the drape of her hair shielded her face. Hiding tears from him?

  “Look, Kate. It’s simple. If you want to be my lover, you have to accept everything I want to do to you. Don’t make me argue with you over every little thing.” He stroked his way to her inner thighs. Under his fingers, her muscles
clenched. “You see? I told you this afternoon, I own your pussy. But when I touch you, your legs freeze up. That tells me you don’t care about pleasing me.”

  He held his breath, waiting for her to answer.

  Her thighs parted, and she slid lower on the seat, putting his fingers in contact with her pubic hair. “I want to please you. In private…and at the club.”

  Curling his fingers, he scratched lightly at her pussy lips. “Ask me nicely.”

  She tilted her head back on the seat, exposing the tender slope of her neck. “Please, Jake. May I please come to the club with you?”

  The meek tone made his cock twitch. “Will you promise to be good? To obey my every command without an argument?”

  “Yes. I’ll do anything you ask.”

  With one finger, he tickled her clit, strumming back and forth rapidly. “Will you let me keep a hand between your legs all night? Will you let another man put his fingers in you if that’s what I want?”

  For a moment her gaze held his. Then her knees lifted, spreading wide, opening her pussy to his fingers. She propped her feet on top of the front seat, stiletto heels poking into the leather. Her hand came to rest on top of his, following along as he tugged gently on her pussy lips. “I’ll do anything you want.”

  God, she looked beautiful. Leaning back trustingly, knees open, pussy exposed to anyone who looked in the window. Posing like a porno slut for him.

  She’d do anything for him, and he loved her for it.

  Whoa. Loved her?

  Dizzy, disoriented, he sat stunned for a second. The word no, no, no, reverberated in his brain, but he knew the truth.

  He loved her. The aching tenderness he felt when she submitted to him, the raw need to possess her completely, the swelling pride in his chest when she took his arm ‑‑ it all added up. Damn it. If he wasn’t careful, he’d spill his guts and let her wind him around her finger like all the other pansies she’d dated.

  Hell, no. That wasn’t going to happen. Never. He’d never give her that kind of power over him. He was the one in control here, and as soon as they got to the club, he’d prove it to her.

  Scowling, he fumbled for the door handle and opened it, letting a blast of cold air into the car. He got out faster than a man escaping from San Quentin.

  Kate sat up. “Jake?” Her tone was plaintive, threaded with worry.

  If he looked back, he’d do something stupid. Like beg her to love him. Or spank her, punishing her for being so damned lovable. No, he couldn’t risk striking her in anger. His spankings would always be for pleasure.

  She’d left the keys hanging from the driver side door, forgotten in her eagerness to fuck him. He wrenched them free and got in, sliding the seat back to make room for his longer legs. “I’m driving,” he announced, slamming the door closed before she could argue.

  She scrambled over the back of the seat to sit on the passenger side.

  He started the engine and gave her a long, slow look. Tumbled blonde hair, kiss-swollen lips, and clothes that barely covered her tits and twat. Beautiful, stubborn, submissive…and his.

  Sure, she loved being a submissive. But did she really enjoy being his submissive? Maybe she’d find some rich Dom to take over where Jake left off. A guy who was more in her league. A burst of anger, a rush of possessiveness, had him fisting one hand around the steering wheel. Hell, no.

  Her lips trembled a little under his hard stare, and she tugged her skirt down an inch.

  Lightning fast, he gripped her wrist. “Pull your skirt up. All the way up.” He tried to smile to reassure her, but it probably looked more like a grimace. “I want to look at your pretty cunt while I drive. If you behave, maybe I’ll touch you.”

  Her sly smile hit him like a brick. She obviously knew damned well he wouldn’t be able to keep his hands off her. “Yes, Jake. Whatever you want.”

  She pulled the bottom of the skirt up over her belly, then lifted her knees and parted her thighs, sitting with her legs wide open and her feet up on the dashboard. One of her bare knees was high enough to rest against the window, where anyone who passed them would see it. Shit, if anyone drove by in a truck or S.U.V., they’d see her bare pussy. His cock lifted at the thought. Minutes after orgasm, she had him half-hard.

  “Is this what you want, Jake?”

  Mesmerized by the beautiful woman splayed out next to him, he reached over and idly traced a path through her wet flesh, giving her slow, gentle strokes that would keep her hot and bothered.

  She sighed and leaned back, resting her head on the seat. “Mmm, you make me feel so good.” Her hips shunted a little from side to side, getting more friction from his fingers.

  He backed off deliberately, until he barely touched her. “Don’t come until I tell you to.”

  “Yes, Jake.”

  He had to use his left hand to reach around the steering wheel and shift the car into drive. His right hand was busy exploring all the familiar folds and crevices of Kate’s pussy. As he drove out of the parking lot, the car hit a dip and his forefinger slid over her engorged clit.

  A low moan left her throat. “Oh, that was nice. Thank you, Jake.”

  He’d never noticed before, but she said his name a lot. Acknowledging him? That should make him happy, but the sound soured his stomach.

  He was her Master, damn it.

  And before the night was over, he’d hear the word from her pretty lips.

  Chapter Twelve

  Kate squeezed her thighs, a subtle tightening that nudged her clit back and forth as she walked. Jake had fondled her wickedly while he drove, but hadn’t let her come ‑‑ not even after she’d begged him.

  As soon as he’d parked, he told her to lean back in the seat. Grasping her ankles in his big hands, he’d lifted her feet wide and gazed down at her with a hungry stare that set her heart pounding, holding her so her sex was completely exposed to anyone who looked in.

  The thought of being on display behind the car windows made her shiver in excitement and fear. She’d wanted him to eat her to orgasm right there, next to a sidewalk where anyone might stroll by and see them.

  After a long inspection, Jake had made her suck his fingers clean, then dropped his head between her thighs and given her one slow, long, maddening lick that deliberately missed her clitoris.

  When she’d whimpered and begged him to make her come, he backed off with a smile and told her to save it for the club.

  Sadist.

  She squeezed her nails into his forearm to exact a bit of retribution. Her torturous high heels weren’t designed for the rough sidewalks of San Francisco, so she clung to his arm as they crossed Mission Street.

  He patted her hand as though to reassure her. She gazed up at his face, but he stared straight ahead. No doubt about it, nights were made for men like Jake Monroe. The streetlights cast shadows under the hard angles of his cheekbones, and the wind ruffled his hair, giving him a roguish look. He looked comfortable ‑‑ a dangerous man in a rough part of town, moving as naturally as a panther in the jungle. A man who could protect her from anything…and fulfill all the kinky desires she'd been hiding, even from herself.

  When he looked down at her and smiled, she nearly melted into the pavement. “Nervous?”

  She licked her lips. “Not really.”

  He laughed and patted her hand again. “Is that why your fingers are trembling?”

  As if she’d admit it. Tonight she was a brazen slut, a woman who wanted nothing but his pleasure ‑‑ and as soon as they were behind closed doors, she’d prove it to him. She tossed her head, and his gaze fell to her quivering breasts for a second. “It’s freezing out here.”

  He wrapped his arm around her and squeezed, pulling her into the warmth of his side. He wasn’t wearing a jacket but didn’t seem to notice the cold. “The club’s right around the corner. I’ll warm you up once we’re inside.”

  “I’ve been down this street a thousand times, and never noticed a club.”

  His arm lifted wh
en he shrugged. “They probably keep the entrance low key so they don’t attract attention from the anti-sex nuts. Here we are.”

  Low key was right. The door stood partially open, and a muscular young man wearing a business suit sat behind a small podium right inside the entrance. A long hallway stretched out behind him, the walls hung with purple velvet and lit with pale green sconces. She’d expected noise and lights, like a strip club on Broadway. If there hadn’t been a small sign above the door reading “The Power Exchange,” she’d never have believed this was a kink club. She could barely hear the music from the street.

  The doorman gave them a long look. “Are you tourists?”

  “No,” Jake answered.

  “All right then. Couples are free on the main floor. If you want to go up to Level Two where the fantasy rooms are, it’s thirty for couples.”

  Fantasy rooms? That sounded pretty extreme. Before she could suggest the main floor, Jake handed over some cash.

  The guy stamped his hand with a small ink pad, then patted down the back of his chinos. “No smoking inside. No drugs, no liquor, no poppers. Don’t give the cops an excuse to raid the place and arrest us all.”

  “No problem.” Jake’s droll tone made Kate smile.

  “When you’re out, you’re out. We don’t allow re-entry.” The guy rattled instructions off while patting around Jake’s waist. “Don’t touch anyone without asking first. No means no.”

  Not to Jake. Well, she did have a way to tell him no. But Jake was always so considerate of her limits, she’d never have to use it. He’d never hurt her more than she could enjoy.

  After the bouncer stamped her hand, he checked her out thoroughly. “I guess I won’t need to frisk you. You can’t be hiding much in that outfit.”

  Her cheeks heated. To distract herself, she looked down at the stamp on her hand. It was simple, just the number two in a pentagram.

  “There’s a clothes check on Level Two. It’s another five bucks, but worth it.”