Tightrope [Black Ops Brotherhood 6] (Siren Publishing Classic)

by Bella Juarez

  “I’m not interested in your people skills, Rock. I need someone to dig the knives out of my back while I’m there.”

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  Wes Macey sat waiting for his prospective buyer to show. His visit to Mexico would only last a couple of days, but it would be productive. On his last trip a month ago, he’d managed to find a loophole in the law that would allow the Mexican government to permit the land development without the consent of the Jensen Estate. Montenegro’s front company had begun to improve the buildings and use the front entrance of the tunnel. Now they needed to somehow seize the Jensen ranch. Wes had recently watched the proceedings in a case of imminent domain where a development company had been able to get private property condemned and then purchase it for private development. He’d been working with some contacts in the Arizona state legislature to get the Jensen ranch in the same sort of situation. Because it sat on an old mine, he was attempting to get it condemned as an environmental hazard. He’d finally seen the light at the end of this project.

  “Señor Macey?”

  “Yes. Mr. Montez?” Wes stood and extended his hand. “I’m glad to finally meet you.”

  “I know your time is valuable. How is the purchase of the property in the United States coming along?”

  “Slow. The family refused to sell, but I’ve found a way around it. I’m using an environmental law to get it condemned, and then I’ll snatch it up for development.”

  “My client is getting anxious because this deal has been in the making for some time, and he advanced you a lot of money. He wants some results or at least something saying we’re about to close this deal.”

  Wes had been fully prepared to offer some kind of proof to Montez and the man he represented that indicated he’d made some headway in his acquisition of the land. He knew time was running short for him, and he had to come up with something positive. He took out an envelope and slid it across the table. It was the proposed bill that would condemn the ranch and hand it over to his development firm for cleanup and sale. Mr. Montez opened the envelope, scanned the contents, and smiled.

  “This is very encouraging. I’m sure my client will be satisfied for a little while longer. How much more time do you think you need?”

  “Going this route, it may be the end of next month. My contact at the legislature plans to attach this to a school funding bill that should be passed and signed next week. That bill has very little opposition, and the governor will sign it by the end of next week. Then it’ll be all ours.”

  * * * *

  Getting back home couldn’t happen fast enough for Dan. He called the airline and had been able to take an early flight back. Now that time had come to go home, his mind turned to his tiny Domme waiting for him. When he boarded the flight, he knew in his head that this would be a short flight. But as it got underway, the flight seemed to take forever.

  Before he left he’d made a bet with Rio that he could obey her unconditionally. At dinner a few nights before he’d left for Coronado, they’d been talking about his commitment to what he’d told her he wanted their life to look like. During the conversation she’d mentioned to him that she didn’t believe he was as ready to embrace that lifestyle the way he claimed. She’d pointed out those times when he fought the very thing he said he wanted. It pissed him off that she’d kept track. Besides, he wasn’t fighting, he informed her. He’d been helping her.

  They’d argued about how he wanted the lifestyle but only when it suited him. Daring him to complete a simple task and to do, unconditionally, what she asked without debate she’d suggested he wear the chastity device while he was gone. To prove that she was so wrong about him, he agreed to it and would do so without fighting or questioning her motives. Because he couldn’t predict what might happen, she’d given him the key to the cage before he left just in case he needed to remove it. As the time wore on, he realized giving him the key had been the biggest part of her challenge.

  The worst part about having this damn thing encasing his cock had been his morning woody. It was painful, and there was no way to relieve it, but he’d been faithful and kept his end of the deal. No matter how much his dick made him crazy, he hadn’t touched that damn key. He never took off the collar she’d given him once she put it on and had figured out a way to keep it hidden under his uniform. The collar had been innocuous, and to anyone who saw it, it could simply be seen as a nice piece of tribal jewelry of two leather braids with a ring in the center.

  As his time away from her went on, he thought about her more and more until she was all he focused on. He remembered every detail of her—the smell of her skin, every inch of her body, the texture of her hair—it all burned in his mind. When he closed his eyes, he could see her clearly, as if she were in front of him and within his reach. His cock stiffened, and he closed his eyes as he inhaled, willing himself to get a grip. His eyes flew open when he inhaled again.

  Candy apple? Holy shit I’m going out of my mind.

  Finally reaching the airport in Sierra Vista, he raced out of the aircraft as soon as the doors opened and found her right outside the secure area. Holding her was like a cool breeze in the middle of an unbearably hot summer day. She wrapped her arms around him and squealed in delight. He finally exhaled.

  “Are you happy to see me?” she asked.

  “You know I am.”

  Rio pulled him close, tapped the key where she’d placed it two weeks before, and whispered, “Have you been good?”

  Dan’s cock couldn’t get any more cramped or uncomfortable, and he whispered urgently, “Please, let’s just go home.”

  Pulling away, he didn’t like what he saw in her eyes. She had other plans and intended to keep him locked up longer than he wanted.

  “I’m sure you’re starving. I wanted to take you out to dinner.”

  He couldn’t stand another second in this damn device. He put his arm around her and led her to the exit. “No, I’m not hungry.”

  She blinked and frowned as she pulled away.

  “I want to, and we’re going.”

  He understood what she intended by the tone she’d just used and he’d be locked in this damn cage until she chose to release him.

  Evil bitch.

  He hated and loved her all at once. Saying nothing as she led him out of the airport terminal, she drove them to her favorite restaurant near the house. He resigned himself to enduring at least another hour in this hellish cock cage. Any other time, he would’ve devoured whatever had been placed in front of him because this was one of his favorite restaurants, too. Instead, he sulked and picked at his food. As soon as they walked through the door to the house, he picked her up and carried her to the bedroom, dumped her onto the bed, and stripped in record time.

  “What are you doing?” she asked.

  “Get this fucking thing off of me!”

  “You have the key.”

  Lifting his hand to rip the braided leather from his neck, he touched the key and froze as he watched a sly smile cross her lips. It was a trap, and he’d almost fallen for it. He knew what he wanted and what this meant. There would be no way in hell he’d let her be right. If he touched that key now, she’d win. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and dropped to his knees.

  “Please, Mistress. I’ve been faithful.”

  “Right here,” she said as she sat up at the edge of the bed and pointed to a spot in between her knees. He moved closer, and she took the key off of his collar. “Go take a shower and come back here. I’ll be waiting for you.”

  After his quick shower, he returned to the bed, and when he laid back, his senses kicked into overdrive. The bedspread touching his back scratched like sandpaper, and when she ran her hands over his body, her touch burned. If he hadn’t seen it for himself, he would’ve sworn that she blistered him with fire. His nerve endings were raw to the slightest touch, and he jerked his hips when she lifted the cage.

  “You’ve been so good, and you want to win, don’t you?” she said, running he
r finger over his sensitive cock through one of the openings.

  “Please, babe…” he whispered as he closed his eyes and threw back his head.

  Rio toyed with his release, holding it just out of his grasp. Dan squeezed his eyes shut and groaned as she took his caged cock into her mouth and fucked him agonizingly slow. She’d stop long enough to let him get his bearings, something almost impossible to do with his cramped cock aching to be released.

  The steel cage surrounding his already tender confined dick made her blowjob even more painful and uncomfortable. As she fingered his sac, the first rush of adrenaline and dopamine shot into his system, making him tremble. The delicious agony she caused him wasn’t the way he liked it but managed to achieve the same effect. Releasing a low guttural moan, the torturous pain and sweet pleasure of her touch frustrated him as she dangled his climax just out of reach. He was so close, but there would be no way he could come in that damn cage. Suddenly, he felt himself floating, and he didn’t realize she’d stopped until he heard the click of the padlock that secured the cage together. It amazed him that she could get him where he longed to be without the harsh pain he craved.

  “Oh fuck!” He groaned as she slowly lifted his hard cock out of its prison.

  A heavy weight had been lifted and every fiber of his body felt lighter as a result. Freedom never felt so good, and he would never again agree to have his dick locked up. Ever.

  “So hard,” she whispered. “Do you want me?”

  The soft hand stroking his cock was like a velvet glove. Her slow caresses made his body shake as the pleasure and pain merged, making it so he couldn’t answer right away. He held his breath and mustered control over his urge to dominate her and give her a taste of her own medicine.

  “Yes. Oh God, yes!” He panted as he licked his lips.

  While he watched her take off her clothes, he realized the two weeks of hell he’d just managed to get through would be nothing compared to what he would need to withstand now. The second he made contact with her pussy it would all be over, and after two weeks in that hellish cage, he couldn’t wait for her. He had to get control. Remembering he was a SEAL and what he’d endured when he didn’t think he had anything left, he prepared himself as she straddled his hips. If they couldn’t break him, neither could his Mistress. She rubbed her pussy over his cock, and he almost passed out as the pain fled, leaving behind a tingling heat.

  “Mistress, oh, Mistress…” he whimpered breathlessly as he squeezed her thighs.

  “You know the rule,” she said as she slapped his belly. His cock lurched, and just as quickly, his impending release vanished. He couldn’t stand it; he needed to come so badly, and his cock was almost as painful as it had been in that damn cage. He took a deep breath and relaxed his death grip on her thighs.

  “Yes.”

  “Say it.”

  “You come first, in everything.”

  Rio rewarded him with a bone-melting kiss. He focused and dug deeper than he’d ever thought possible as she slipped his cock inside her warm, inviting pussy. Heaven and hell came together as one while she rode him. He did everything he could to maintain his self-control as she wiggled her hips over him pushing him deeper inside of her delicious cunt. His balls tightened, and he willed himself to relax and back off of the blissful apex within reach.

  When she clenched her pussy around his dick, his precarious control slipped. He grabbed her ass and roared when his climax hit him like a brick wall. The rush of pleasure hit him with a force that left him breathless for several heart-stopping seconds as every muscle in his body locked. He arched his back and thrust himself as deep as he could go inside her pussy. For a moment he thought he’d lose consciousness. Nothing in his life had ever felt so good. He had nothing with which to compare the relief he felt at this moment. He didn’t care about the consequences. He’d turned into a heap of hypersensitive nerves that had been rendered boneless with the climax he’d just experienced.

  When it was over she leaned in close and nipped at his ear as she whispered, “Did that feel good, babe?”

  “Yes,” he panted in relief.

  “Was it worth it?”

  “Every fucking second of it,” Dan murmured as he relaxed.

  “I hope so because you broke the rules,” she said. Dan’s eyes flew open, and he lifted his head slightly to see his Mistress’s sadistic smile. “It’s my turn now.”

  There was no telling what she had planned for him. The cock cage had been a shocker when she’d suggested it a few weeks ago.

  Oh, dear God, please, not the cage again. She slid over his chest and straddled his shoulders.

  “Eat it,” she commanded as she covered his face with her pussy. “Every single drop.”

  Dan grabbed her ass and shoved his face into her pussy. One of his soft limits had been eating his semen, but she’d blown past it when she unlocked the cock cage and replaced it with her succulent pussy. He felt dangerously primitive because she’d stripped his inhibitions, and there was nothing he wouldn’t do now. He needed this after his last few weeks, the release that only his Mistress could give him by forcing his surrender. He licked and sucked her pussy as if he were a dying man and she were his lifeline. When she ground her pussy into his mouth, his dick got rock hard again as he drank down every drop of their combined juices. He’d gone past thinking as his feral instincts took hold. This time, he’d have her on his terms. He sucked her clit just the way he knew would take her over the edge, and she screamed as her body shook with her climax.

  Pushing her backward, he opened his legs so she could fall in between them. Grabbing her wrists, he pushed her hands over her head as he climbed on top driving himself balls deep into her pussy. Being in the middle of her climax, her tight cunt milked his cock as her hips jerked against his. The delicious torment of her pussy convulsing around his dick drove him quickly to the edge once more. This time he didn’t hold back or think of anything else but his own pleasure as he shoved deep inside her and released himself again. This orgasm had been just as intense as the last one. Fucking her hard and fast, he’d lost any sense of restraint as he pushed harder and rougher than he ever imagined taking a woman. When he came back to reality, he found himself gasping for air. His throat was raw, and his arms shook with fatigue. He released her wrists and cradled her as he lowered himself.

  “Babe, let me hold you for a minute,” he panted, burying his face into her neck.

  His body had been spent, and the low hum echoing in his nerve endings relaxed him. Her hands running over his back sent a shiver through him, and all of his work over the last few weeks faded into the background as the stress he’d been under melted away. He loved his job and the rush that came with what he did, but nothing compared to being close to the woman he loved so deeply and completely.

  Suddenly, what she’d been trying to tell him before he left became crystal clear. She’d been right. He fought her while she tried to give him what he’d been asking for, and he’d put her in a no-win situation. Not everyone would change their life to give another what they needed. Rio had been willing to change her career, move anywhere he had to go, and still accept him without any reservation. In return, he tried to control what he gave up to her with his games. He realized just how much he’d topped from the bottom only to be resentful when she tried to bring him in line with what he’d asked for. He lifted himself onto his elbows and looked at her.

  “I’m sorry, babe.”

  She frowned. “For what?”

  “For being such an ass sometimes.”

  His heart warmed when she smiled and cupped his face. He turned his head and kissed her palm, and for the first time in days he felt safe and secure. Her touch and being so close made him go still and calmed him like nothing else could.

  “Is there a confession you need to make?”

  “No, I just realized how much I fight you sometimes. I promise I’ll try to do better.”

  Sliding her arms around him, she sighed. “We’re bo
th learning. We’ll figure it out.”

  Later that evening as they were watching TV, Dan caught her up with the latest. She knew about the land grab in Mexico and with the ranch since she had to give the estate lawyers the go-ahead to block Macey’s attempts to essentially commandeer the ranch.

  “I’m tempted to talk with Davey and Vivian and sell this damn thing outright to Mr. Macey once this is all over. We probably would’ve done it if Macey hadn’t been the one that tried to get us to sell to begin with.”

  “Wait a minute,” he said. “Wes Macey has been the one after your dad’s land?”

  “Yes, that’s how all this crap started, remember? He made an offer before you came home on leave. He had some buyer in Mexico that he said wanted to re-open the mine and start working it again with some kind of new technology.”

  “What did you just say?”

  “Danny, everyone knew that. Where the hell were you?”

  The bill before the Arizona State Legislature had been designed to take the Jensen’s family property and Wes Macey suddenly connected together. All the documents that he and a JAG officer had been reviewing showed a connection between Macey Land Development and a Montenegro puppet conglomeration that included a Mexican mining company. He suddenly understood why Montenegro needed the Jensen ranch and the old mining facility in Mexico.

  “Oh shit! Get dressed. We need to get out to the hunting shack.”

  Chapter 23

  Jensen Ranch

  Near Bisbee, Arizona

  September 23, 2010/1058 Zulu

  Dan paced back and forth like a caged animal while they waited for key members of the team to arrive. When he and Rio got to the hunting shack, Davey and his team of observers were listening to the chatter of the cartel in and around the abandoned buildings. His gut told him the cartel had no intention of clearing the mine. Montenegro had been using part of the underground facilities for something else.