“Yes, Master.” Replying that way made my insides clench as I looked over at my best friend.
Her fork stilled as her gazed moved between me and Chief. I hadn't ever left the door into the dark open for her. It was a simple thing, listening to his orders, responding. Yet it was huge. A peek into the core of what I needed, craved.
“Amber will keep Jolie company if he requires privacy. I've given him full access.”
“Yes, Master.”
Jolie sipped on her juice. Face red, eyes huge, she made no reply. I'm sure I'd hear all about it when we were alone.
“You good for a while, Jolie? We still need to shower.” Chief rose and took my hand.
“I'm good. Go, do whatever you need to. I'll just sip on my juice. Don't mind me.”
“Remote's on the coffee table, make yourself at home.”
He fucked me in the shower, then washed my hair and scrubbed me clean. We dressed and he was off to do police business and Jolie and I were heading to town.
“So, why are we meeting Amber?”
“She set up an appointment for me with Ink, the club's tattoo artist. I want ink, something to make a statement to Chief. And the guys.” I watched the landscape roll by. “Thank you, for not making this morning awkward.”
“He's good with you. I saw the tension building in you, you weren't looking forward to being in town.”
“No, people aren't always good to be around, especially with everything that's happened.”
“Well, as soon as he started telling you how things were going to be, you relaxed. Like a whole different Harmony.”
I had. I'd reacted so instinctively, I hadn't realized it until just now. “That's why Clutch is on my agenda, an escort. Chief knew I was nervous about town and he wouldn't be there.”
“I thought the club was laying low.”
“They are, but he's a prospect. The gossip mill only pays attention to Ray, Max and the officers. They don't recognize the others when they're alone. Or they don't care,” I offered.
“And when Tony said he'd given full access, that meant what?”
“I do whatever Clutch tells me to.” My pulse quickened. “That's why I was in the bathroom with him. I was ordered to go there.”
“And you went, not knowing what would happen or who you were going to see?”
“Right,” I answered.
“Wow.” She was quiet a moment. “Okay, I just have to say that is crazy wild, but kind of hot.”
“Yeah.” I chuckled.
“So today he can tell you to do anything and you'll do it? Just like that?”
“More or less. It has to be something Chief's okay with and I have a safe word. If he tries something I'm not okay with, I can say it and he'll stop.”
“And you'll get to see Fist too soon, right? You sounded really worried about him.”
“He's a good guy. He melts into the background. I just want to make sure we're okay.” I swallowed and glanced at her. “He's pretty intense.”
“Well, with a name like Fist I imagine so,” she commented dryly as we pulled up outside a small shop on the edge of town. “This is the address she texted. You ready?”
Yeah, I was. Amber met us outside and we headed in. The small entry held a loveseat and a small table. Photographs and artwork covered every inch of wall space, swallowing the room with beauty, darkness and endless possibilities. My heart thundered in my chest.
The door opened behind us and my throat clogged. Clutch engulfed what little remained of the room. He glanced at Jolie and Amber, then settled the intensity on me.
“Chief know you're here?”
“It's a surprise.” I lowered my voice like it mattered. “Please don't spoil it.”
“I have final say,” he growled.
“Okay.”
A burly man more beard than face opened a door and motioned me in. Black hair, long bushy beard. Ink covered his fingers, his arms and every inch of area exposed from the jaw down. I gulped. Amber and Jolie held onto me on one side, but Clutch latched on to my left arm and hauled me through the door.
“I'm Ink.” He sat on the small stool and motioned me onto his work area. “Amber said you wanted ink for your man. Piercings. Where?”
“Nipples for the piercings.” Heat rolling up my face. “And I tried drawing something out. Maybe something like this here.”
I motioned toward my lower abdomen, where Chief always put his hand when he thrust deep inside me. Just above my mound. I unfolded the piece of paper I'd tucked in my bra. Tony in a script style font with a lock as the O. The word Chief on the lock.
“No piercings. She'll be back with her man for that.” Clutch grabbed the paper and grunted, then handed it to Ink. “Yes to the tat.”
He leaned against the back wall. Hands folded, his intensity swept through the room. I glanced at the artwork and knew I was missing a huge piece of what it represented. How could I convey the whole context in one design?
“Can I?” Jolie asked.
Ink handed her the paper. She grabbed a pen and leaned over the small table. Art had come easy for her when we were in high school. I held my breath. With a smile, she held the design up for everyone to see. Tears formed in my eyes. Perfect.
She kept the scripted Tony with the lock. But Chief was etched on a key inside the lock. Several keys hung from the keyring. Ray. Max. Fist. Dawg. Amber. Clutch. Seven keys total with Chief. I reached to hug her as Ink took the artwork and handed it to Clutch for approval.
“It's perfect,” I whispered. “Thank you.”
“I-I...” Amber cleared her throat. “You should wait on the keys. Add them later, after Chief says it's okay.”
“He was firm about this yesterday, when we made this official. I'm his slave. He makes all the decisions, but I obey all of you without hesitation. I know I'm spending the night with you and Dawg soon. I want your names inked on me when I do. Please, this is important.”
“Spread the keys out, in case others are added later,” she recommended.
“Her new slave collar is red,” Clutch said. “Make it match. Bill the club.”
I settled onto the table as Ink got to work designing an image that'd fit the space he had to work with. Clutch oversaw how much skin I showed off. Amber and Jolie held my hands as Ink started inking my dark into my skin. Each prick pushed life into the vacuous space I'd never opened to anyone. Now it had a place, one safeguarded by the names embedded on me. They were a part of me, owned a piece of my heart and soul, which belonged to Tony. Master Chief Tony.
Jolie had tears in her eyes and a smile on her face as she held my hand and guided me to the mirror. Amber watched from beside me, her face watery. It was beautiful. Red lettering for the Tony with a gold lock. The black lettering on the small keys stood out in perfect contrast to my light skin.
“It's perfect,” I whispered to Ink. “Thank you.”
“It's a hell of a design. Your girl's got an eye. You ever want a job, Jolie, you let me know.”
He and Clutch did a weird multi-step handshake thing, then we were off. Clutch climbed into the driver's seat and headed us toward The Last Drip. It'd taken longer than I expected for the tattoo. He held the door open for us.
“You and Jolie grab a booth in the back section. Go ahead and order. I want a cheeseburger, fries. Tea. Get whatever Harm would want. We'll be there in a while,” he told Amber.
Jolie's eyes got huge, but she followed our new redheaded friend as she headed to the back of the small eatery. Clutch took my hand and guided me to the back, past the kitchen area and into a small office. He closed us in a locked the door.
“Strip, slave.” He pulled a condom from his wallet and undid his belt.
My adrenaline spiked. Anticipation beaded along my skin the moment he said we'd be there in a while. I set my clothes on a chair and waited.
“On the desk, legs spread wide. Back on the wood. I'm going to eat you til you cum, then fuck you hard.”
A tremble settled in me as I c
omplied. He stroked my thighs, then played with my tits until my nipples turned harder than erasers. He kissed his way down my stomach, across my covered tattoo, then my mound.
Tony was a god in bed, but no one was better at devouring a pussy than Clutch. The man was an immortal with his mouth. My entire body responded to his ravishing tongue, the graze of his teeth. His full lips and long, thick fingers.
He pulled away the moment I came so hard I almost passed out. He loomed over me as he ripped the condom open and rolled it onto his cock. I watched, my entire body taut with anticipation and need. He powered into me and fucked me hard and fast, the tempo slamming me further back on the desk with each thrust.
Firm hands latched on my hips. He grunted and watched as his dick disappeared into me. He powered into me again and again until he finally held me down and came with a loud cry.
“Next time I'm fucking your ass. Gonna take you to my place outside of town, tie you up and use you so hard you feel me for days,” he said. “Never been on someone's skin. Earned my cut the other night. Didn't think anything would come close to being as important, then you put me on you, marked you as mine. You won't ever regret it, slave.”
“I missed you,” I admitted. “I can't wait to see your place.”
“I can't wait either.” He smiled and pulled out his cell. “Hold still, slave. I want a few shots of your tat.”
He gently pried the bandage off and snapped pics. I held my breath though my pulse thundered wildly. He pinned me with a hand on my belly and his body pressed between my legs. I freaking loved it.
“Come on. Let's grab some food, then take you to your man.”
Chapter Eight
Clutch dropped me off and promised he'd get Jolie home. Amber had headed out with Dawg at the diner. I saw the gleam in her eye and suspected my tattoo wouldn't remain a secret long. Now that I was alone with my decision and headed into Chief's, doubt crawled through my brain.
What if he didn't like it? What if he hated the design? Maybe he wouldn't want the others on me. I'd made a decision without him, a permanent one. I loved him. I loved them. They were all a part of me, important in their own, unique way. Each fed a part of my dark, nourished it when I needed it the most. I wouldn't regret the decision, even if he didn't support it.
I found him in the backyard. Sweat dampened his chest as he drove a stake into the ground. His back muscles flexed as he drove the hammer into the metal pole again and again. The grass was soft beneath my feet when I kicked off my sandals. He tended the yard well. Green and lush like a live carpet, not a weed in sight.
I pulled off my shirt and unzipped the skirt. It pooled at my ankles. I stepped out of it and continued walking. He stood fully and tracked my progression, a beast stalking prey. His gaze settled on the bandage. A twitch appeared in his jaw.
“Clutch didn't say you got hurt. What happened?”
“Take a look,” I offered as I settled a hand on each arm.
He moved me to a reclining lawn chair on the porch and gently guided me down. The wood was warm against my exposed skin, but I was too nervous to care. He squatted beside me and peeled the bandage away. I held my breath and waited.
“Jesus,” he muttered against my skin as he kissed me there.
“Jolie helped with the design. I only had the name and the lock with you on it, but it felt wrong. Like it was missing something. She added the keys.”
“Jesus.”
“Clutch wouldn't let me do the piercings, said you'd take me back.”
“Ink did this?”
“Yeah.”
“We'll go tomorrow. I know exactly what I want in your nipples.” He gently settled the bandage in place. “Never been speechless before, Harmony.”
“I-I...” I swallowed the apology as I noted the warmth in his gaze. “Do you like it?”
“I love it. I love you.” He kissed me softly. “Come, I have something for you.”
Chief guided me into the dungeon. I knelt before he ordered and waited as he pulled something from a drawer.
“I spoke with the guys, worked out a schedule for the next two weeks. You're going to be busy, slave.” He let the statement settle in me a moment as he closed the distance. “I wanted my mark on you, in your skin. A permanent reminder you're my slave. My love.”
He moved my hair to behind my shoulders and showed me a collar. Red leather. Harmony. My name emblazoned in gorgeous gold lettering. My lower lip trembled as he secured it around my throat.
“You putting them, my club, the men I hold close like blood on you, marking your skin with my will that they command you, too. You'll never know what that display of trust means. Amber see this?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Good, she submits to Dawg, but she's a natural switch. She'll enjoy having command of you at times. You're really good with this.”
“Yes, Master, more than good. I feel whole, complete. I'm not alone trying to feed the dark. You each handle it, pieces of what makes me whole.” I took a deep breath. “I love you, Master.”
“I love you, slave.” He secured a thin chain to my collar. “Remember when I mentioned roles and you expressed an interest in the cell?”
“Yes, Master.”
“We will begin a scene now. It may take a while to play out. If it becomes too much, say your safe word. Okay?”
“Yes, Master.”
“From this point forward, until I say the safe word or you do, you are a prisoner of war. Our factions have been fighting a long time and you were caught behind enemy lines attempting to steal critical intel. Inside your cell you will find a piece of paper with information we will attempt to extract from you, by whatever means necessary.”
Holy shit.
“Your objective is to say nothing until we break you. And have no doubt, slave, we will break you.”
We?
I must've voiced the question because he smiled. “We.”
Holy shit.
“This is a fantasy Fist and I have had a while, slave. It is not for the faint of heart, but we both think you can handle it. You are a pain slave by nature. We haven't pushed you, but we will in this role. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Master.” Pain. I loved what he and Fist had done with me. Neither had used pain as much as I'd expected.
They'd remained on the frayed edges of the darkest cravings in me, but never ventured deep. Now they would. My adrenaline spiked as he tugged on the chain. I crawled toward the cage, the cell. Everything from my slumber party was gone. Toys and instruments designed to draw pain from me hung on the walls.
He removed the thin chain and latched my collar onto a thick, massive one dangling from the ceiling. I tested my new restriction and realized I could make it to the toilet and the bed. And the table on the other side of the room.
“You'll have a while to prepare yourself, slave. When we return, the role begins. Remember, Harmony, you have a safe word. Anytime this becomes too much, you say so.”
“Yes, Master.” I waited until the door sealed me in. “I won't break, just so you know.”
“Everyone has a breaking point. We'll find yours.”
I stroked the thick, ugly chain latching me into place and willed my breathing to normal. If anyone could find the end to my dark, it was Master Chief Tony.
I sat on the cot, felt the tug of the chain keeping me on the very edge of the sleeping surface. I wouldn't be able to lie down, not with the manacle around my throat. I unfolded the paper and read through the details.
Slave Harmony Griggs ceased to exist. I was now Melody Jones, super spy and assassin, an archenemy to The Federation. I'd murdered Chief's brother. Master was Commander Ty Marks, a savage leader feared by everyone. His second-hand man was a specialist in medieval torture and enhanced interrogation techniques. No one knew his real name. He simply went by Fist.
My entire body trembled as I read through the history, the intricate details they'd provided on the short two-page summation. Each one shored my determination.
They'd thought about this a long time, long enough for the fantasy to be ingrained within their thoughts.
When the two men arrived, they'd be Commander Marks and his second in command, Fist. Federation officers determined to get every answer she held in her mind. By any means necessary.
I rose from the bed and went as far as the edge of the table. Close enough to see the instruments of the play, but I couldn't touch and study them. A shiver rippled through me when I recalled the surveillance cameras tucked away somewhere within the cell.
They were watching me. Gauging my reactions to test how far they could go, what I could handle. Each moment deepened the fantasy in my mind. I embraced the darkest recesses of my desires and knew without a doubt I'd go as far as necessary for me and them to enjoy every moment.
* * * * *
Fist entered the cell sporting menacing leather and thick gloves on his hands. He tugged my chain and grunted when I stumbled forward a few steps, which settled me in the center of the room.
“You ready to talk, girl?” I remained silent as he paced around me. “No one knows you're here. There won't be a rescue. The sooner you speak, the better off you'll be.”
I'd opted for silence as I contemplated the possible ways the scene could unfold. I figured saying nothing made it more real and would piss them off faster. They wanted to test my boundaries? Well, I was determined to find theirs. What dark did they hide from the world?
“You have no idea who you're messing with, little girl. We've been locked away in this hellhole for months, not a pussy in sight. You're stupid to come this far into our territory. The fact we caught you is bad enough. You'll suffer. But you being a woman, gorgeous and bare? You have no chance.”
“I'm not scared of you,” I spat angrily. “You're monsters, every last one of you Federation dicks deserve to suffer.”
A gleam settled in his gaze, amusement trailed across his face in a smirk. Yeah, I was more than ready to play. Bring. It. On.
“You think so?” He yanked my hands behind me and secured them in thick, heavy manacles. He licked the area between my breasts, then laved a nipple. “So fucking sweet.”
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