Absolving His Sins: Trident Security Book 7

by Samantha A. Cole

  Her tongue snaked out and lapped at his fingers. She moaned as the spicy flavor hit her taste buds, and the sound went straight to his groin. When she was done, he spun her around and hauled her up into his arms, ignoring the pain in his shoulder and wrapping her legs around his waist as he carried her to the master bedroom. Hanging from the ceiling in the corner was the leather swing. Setting Jordyn down next to it, he said, “Stand still. I’m going to put something around your legs.”

  She nibbled on her bottom lip, but did as she was told. It didn’t take him long to wrap the straps around her thighs and attach them to the chain above her head. He then lowered the four-inch-wide strip of leather for her to sit on, yet leaving her ass exposed. The piece was for her comfort now, while he continued to prep her, but then it would be removed. She would then be supported only by the thigh and arm straps, and him. “It’s like a swing in a playground.” He stabilized the seat as she sat and wriggled her hips until she was in a safe position. “Comfy?”

  “Um-hm. I mean, yes, Sir.”

  Next were the two wrist straps that he slid over her hands to her wrists. “Grab hold.”

  Once she was secure, he pulled on the chain that was attached to a pulley system. Jordyn’s feet left the ground and she gasped at the weightless feeling as he lifted her into a sitting position. Slowly, her thighs spread apart, and when her sweet pussy was at the right level for him to fuck her from where he stood, he locked the chain in place so she wouldn’t drop.

  “This is interesting,” she giggled as she shifted a little to distribute her weight properly again.

  “It’s about to get a lot more interesting, my sweet.” He quickly stripped his clothing off. Stepping over to the bed, he picked up a tube of lubricant and a basic string of anal beads. He would have to purchase a starter kit of plugs to start stretching her ass to take him someday, but this would be a good introduction to anal play for her.

  Standing between her legs, he put some lube on his fingers and the beads. Reaching around her hips, he ran fingers over her virgin hole, working the lube into it. The more he played back there, the wetter her pussy got. She moaned and tried to close her thighs to get some friction where she wanted it the most. He smacked the anal beads against her thigh. “Stay still. I wouldn’t want to deny you your orgasms tonight while I took my own.”

  “Y-yes, Sir.” While his index finger pushed into her hole, his thumb dipped into her vagina and a shiver went through her. High-pitched whimpers filled the room. Removing his finger, he replaced it with the beads. Each one gradually increased in size as he advanced them into her ass. Her hips bucked as the last one popped past her tight rim. He tapped the finger loop which lit up the nerves of her rectum. “Mierda! Oh, shit!”

  Carter chuckled as he continued his sensual torture. “I didn’t need the translation, sweetheart. You already know I can speak quite a bit of Spanish.”

  “¡Jódete!”

  “Screw me? Oh, no, sweetheart. I’ll be the one screwing you . . . and you’re going to enjoy every minute of it. But first, let me clean up a minute. Don’t go anywhere . . . oh, that’s right . . . you can’t.”

  “Evil bastard,” she said with a growl. “If I wasn’t so fucking horny right now, you’d have a fight on your hands.”

  Laughing as he stepped over to a basin filled with water, soap, and a towel he’d set up on a small folding table, Carter loved how she continued to challenge him. Most submissives he’d played with over the years had yielded to his every command, which was fine if that’s what he was in the mood for. But when he wanted something more, he sought out the bratty ones, knowing each would have a breaking point where their snarkiness turned to begging. He was looking forward to finding Jordyn’s point of no return and he was certain it would be different every time they played.

  After washing his hands, he turned back and stopped to study his submissive hanging from the ceiling in the swing. Her legs were spread wide apart, her pussy weeping for him. Her dusty rose nipples were taut, begging for him to play with them. Tonight he was going to take her without any barriers between them. For Deimos, they had to go through a full physical every two months or at the conclusion of a mission if the other wasn’t an option due to being undercover. They were both clean and Jordyn was protected from pregnancy with the birth control shot. As he stepped toward her, he envisioned her ripe with his child someday and knew she would be even more beautiful. That was something they’d have to discuss in the future. Neither of them had experienced an ideal childhood, and being international spies and assassins wasn’t exactly conducive to having a traditional family. They would figure it out as they went, though. If it was meant to happen, it would, but for now, they could have a lot of fun practicing.

  Running his hands up her thighs, he spread them a little further. Her pussy was soaked and he thumbed her clit which made her moan. His cock twitched toward her core, and he was convinced it knew where it belonged. “My sweet Jordy, I can’t wait. This is going to be hard and fast, then we’ll take it slow later. I just need you so badly right now.”

  “And I need you . . . please hurry!”

  “Hold on tight. I’m removing the strap under your ass.” With one hand around her waist, he released the leather support and let it drop to the floor. Lining his cock up with her slit, he grabbed her hips and swung her forward, impaling her.

  “Oh! Oh, fuck!” she screamed.

  Using the motion of the swing, he slid in and out as her walls tried to keep him in. He fucked her hard and deep. Her head fell back as she gave herself to him and took everything he offered her. Skin slapped against skin, faster and faster. Leaning down, he flicked his tongue over one and then the other nipple, but that caused him to lose the angle he needed. Standing straight again, he drove her higher and higher, chasing her up the cliff. Her whimpers, pleas, gasps, and curses urged him on. His thumb found her clit again, and he pushed down on it while the fingers of his other hand tapped on the end of the anal beads. Jordyn screamed as she came and his fingers and cock didn’t let up, extending her orgasm as long as possible. When another one crashed over her, she took him with her. It’d happened so fast, it almost caught him by surprise. Pounding on her pussy, streams of cum shot from him, deep into her core, marking her. She was his, and he was hers—his heart would never belong to another for as long as he lived.

  Later, as they lay in bed, wrapped up in each other’s arms, sleep was drawing them in. Before darkness overtook him, Carter kissed her forehead. “I love you, my sweet Jordy.”

  “I love you, too . . . Master Templeton.”

  Epilogue

  Three months later . . .

  Fingering the gold collar Carter had given her in a ceremony the last time they’d been in Tampa, Jordyn glanced around Ian’s Oasis, the grassy retreat between two of the converted warehouses at the Trident Security compound. The large, makeshift backyard was filled with people. They were celebrating the announcement that Ian and Angie Sawyer were expecting a baby, in addition to Boomer and Kat returning from their honeymoon in Hawaii.

  Smiling, she realized she was starting to think of these people as her friends and family—something she hadn’t had in a very long time—just like Carter did. They’d welcomed her with open arms, and she found herself feeling more comfortable having girlie chats with the other men’s wives and girlfriends.

  Apparently, parties like this were commonplace for the extended Trident family. It was mid-February in Florida and the temperature was hovering around seventy-eight degrees, which felt like one hundred to Jordyn since she and Carter had flown in the day before, leaving temperatures well below freezing in Montana.

  Lively conversations were taking place all around her. Thankfully, over the years, she’d excelled in remembering names and faces. There were the six members of the Omega team plus sniper Lindsey Abbott, who was still filling in for Jake Donovan on the original team. Jake and his fiancé, Nick, hadn’t been able to fly in for the party, but had checked in a little while
ago by Skype on the big weatherproof TV that hung next to the outdoor kitchen.

  Marco DeAngelis was with his wife, Harper—they’d tied the knot in a very small ceremony this past Christmas Eve. They were talking with Brody Evans and his fiancée, Fancy Maguire, and Devon and Kristen Sawyer. Alyssa Wagner, the teen Jordyn had helped, and a pretty, blonde woman, Ian’s goddaughter Jenn, were playing with little Mara DeAngelis, but the latter’s eyes kept flashing to one of the contract operatives Trident used on occasion. Doug Henderson seemed oblivious to the younger woman’s crush on him as he talked shop with Calvin Watts, who was head of the local FBI Hostage Negotiation Team, and Trident’s mechanic/chopper pilot, Tempest “Babs” Van Buren. In another area, Boomer’s parents, Rick and Eileen Michaelson, sat with Chuck and Marie, the heads of the Sawyer clan, and Will Anders, Kristin’s cousin.

  Sitting over by the koi pond, Shelby and Parker Christiansen, with their dog Spanky at their feet, were chatting with Charlotte “Mistress China” Roth, and Travis “Tiny” Daultry, head of the club’s security. The man’s moniker was a drastic contrast to his actual size. Two D/s couples, Reggie and Colleen, Trident’s attorney and office manager, respectively, and Roxy and Kayla London stood nearby, also deep in conversation.

  More people had recently arrived, but Jordyn hadn’t met them yet. This was the third time she and Carter had visited Tampa together and stayed in one of the spare rooms above the Trident offices. Gene had accepted their relationship and was taking advantage of it by assigning them to missions together if the situation warranted. There would be times they’d have to go off on their own as before, but those assignments wouldn’t be often.

  She really liked visiting Tampa. Maybe one of these days, they’d get an apartment or condo in the area, however, their security requirements were stricter than for an average couple. But their main residence was in Montana. They took a round-about route each time they arrived in or left the northern state and did everything they could to ensure their professional lives didn’t interfere with their personal ones. Vicki had wanted them to spend as much time as they could with her family, and, like Carter, Jordyn found she couldn’t say no to the woman.

  While she was still learning the lifestyle, she found herself accepting it more and more. Carter had been so patient. When they’d gone over her limit list after the op in Colombia, he’d added a column to the green, yellow, and red limits. Usually, yellow meant an activity that the sub had wanted to try but had not experienced yet. Carter had included an “orange” column. In it went the activities that weren’t exactly hard limits for Jordyn, but she still didn’t know how she felt about them. They differed from the yellow limits in that he wouldn’t randomly pick one of them to push her past her comfort zones. Instead, they were there for her to choose if she wanted to move one over to her soft limit list someday. He did everything he could to open her eyes to new experiences, yet not make her feel as if she didn’t have any choices. It wasn’t all or nothing with them as long as they remained faithful and honest with each other—and that was all she’d ever wanted. Well, that and his love and the orgasms he gave her on a regular basis.

  Ian strode over and handed them fresh drinks. Despite being thrilled about becoming a father, she could tell the man definitely had things on his mind that were bothering him. Carter, who was holding baby JD, to Jordyn’s amusement, noticed it too. “All right, my friend. Spill it.”

  Swallowing a mouthful of his own beer, Ian grimaced. “They found the latest missing submissive this morning—that makes nine so far. I swear, when I find out who this bastard is, you two won’t have to give me lessons in torture. I’ve already thought up a few painful ways to kill the guy myself.”

  One thing she’d learned was that the Doms of The Covenant were fiercely protective of the submissives in the lifestyle, whether they knew them personally or not. From what she’d been told, the FBI was involved. A profiler, Dr. Suki Ralston, and an agent who specialized in tracking serial murderers, Colt Parrish, had been working with the local federal office, Tampa PD, and Trident to find the killer. The UNSUB had been kidnapping and viciously torturing the women, who were involved in the lifestyle, before killing them and disposing of their mutilated bodies in public places.

  “Nothing new in the search?” Carter asked.

  “No. The profiler thinks he’s in the lifestyle, not just playing a role to get closer to the subs. He’s been picking them from clubs all within a two-hour drive from Tampa, but it’s possible he’s not going into the clubs. You know how it is—between experience and the way most subs dress, it isn’t hard to pick them out when they walk to their cars. Aside from Heather, none of them had been collared long-term.” Heather had been one of the first women killed and a former member of The Covenant. So far, none of the victims had been a current member of the Sawyers’ elite club on the other side of the compound. But it was probably only a matter of time before one of their subs went missing, unless the killer was caught.

  Angie walked by, running her hand across her husband’s back as she passed. He winked at her before turning back to Carter and Jordyn. “I promised my wife I wouldn’t talk about the killings for more than a minute or two, and only if someone asked, so let’s move onto another subject before she makes me sleep in Beau’s bed tonight.” The company’s trained lab/pit mix picked up his head from where he lay at Carter’s feet. Anywhere little JD was, the dog was rarely far away from his new charge.

  On Carter’s shoulder, the baby yawned which had the man smiling. “Where’s Mitch?”

  “Las Vegas for the weekend. Tori and Tyler were going to a wedding, and her cousin was recently uncollared by her Dom. Things didn’t end well, and the guy is going to be there, so Tori asked Mitch to escort the girl to the wedding.” Jordyn had met Mitch Sawyer and the D/s couple at The Covenant on previous visits. Mitch co-owned the place with his cousins and managed it while they ran their security business.

  “Oh, before I forget, I wanted to ask you something,” Ian said to his friend. “But I need it between us for now.”

  Carter arched his eyebrow as he shifted JD to his other shoulder. “What’s up?”

  Subtly pointing toward Shelby and Parker on the far side of the grassy expanse, Ian said, “They’ve been trying to adopt, but with her two-time cancer history, no US or international agency will talk to them. Parker told me they tried to go private, but nowadays, there isn’t the same stigma there used to be for being sixteen and pregnant. Birth mothers apparently request thick portfolios from the prospective parents and pick the ones they like best. So again, the cancer thing is a negative, and they have to disclose it according to Reggie. Our laws here are stringent, but some other countries aren’t. They had also discussed using a surrogate, but Shelby being Shelby, she’d rather adopt an orphan than bring another baby into the world. So here comes my question—do you have any connections outside the US that can help them bypass all this crap?”

  Jordyn’s face lit up. “I do!”

  Shelby had such a bubbly personality that Jordyn had liked her immediately on her first visit to the club ten weeks ago. When the two men looked at her, she explained, “After my parents died, I ended up in an orphanage in Argentina. I was there for three months before Uncle Iggy found out and came to get me. After I learned . . .” She shrugged. “. . . how to be a successful thief, I started sending Sister Patrice money whenever I could. Since Deimos, I’ve gone to visit her several times, too. She was so nice to me; I never forgot her.”

  A soft smile spread across her face. “She used to sing me to sleep. Anyway, I’m sure she’d help out. Nothing would make her happier than finding homes for her kids—I know her cousin has connections in the Argentinian government. He’s helped her place kids with good parents other agencies turned down due to similar circumstances.” She gestured toward the childless couple. “Let me contact her before you say anything to them though. I don’t think there will be a problem, but just in case.”

  Putting his unoccupied a
rm around her and tucking her close to his side, Carter kissed the top of her head. “My sweet Jordy, just when I think I couldn’t love you more—bam!—you prove me wrong.”

  Ian was about to say something but was interrupted by his ringing cell phone. He checked the number, and his brow furrowed. “Shit. It’s Parrish. I hope this doesn’t mean someone else has gone missing.” Pressing the call button, he brought the device to his ear. “Sawyer . . . What? Who?” He paused and then his eyes went wide. “Are you fu—” He stopped short when he noticed Jenn was nearby with little Mara. The toddler’s ears picked up everything, which she would then try to repeat. “Are you kidding me? That’s insane!”

  Everyone else went silent as his voice grew louder and angrier. “All right. I’ll be there in twenty. Don’t start the interrogation until I get there . . . Parrish, you can wait twenty frigging minutes! I—”

  Ripping the phone from his ear, he glared at it. “Bastard hung up on me.” He looked up to find everyone staring at him. His gaze searched and found Reggie Helm and then Calvin Watts. “Need you both to come with me. Parrish said they made an arrest in the serial killings and you’ll never freaking believe who it is, because I sure as hell don’t.”

  Who is killing the submissives in the Tampa area? You’ll have to wait for A Dead Man’s Pulse: Trident Security Omega Team Book One to find out!

  In the meantime, keep an eye out for Mitch’s novella, The Third Option, and the prequel to the Omega Team series, Mountain of Evil.

  Author’s Note

  The characters of Steel Corps having been lovingly used with the permission of their creator, J.B. Havens. Please check out her website for more from Mic and the boys!

  http://www.jbhavens.weebly.com/