Taking a deep breath—and a leap of faith—she looked him right in the eye. “Yes, Master Brody, I would like to explore a D/s relationship with you. I would like to negotiate a contract, and I would be honored to wear your collar to The Covenant.”
It didn’t surprise her that he was a member of the private, elite club which was so selective in its application process. While she had no clue where the club was, she’d heard it mentioned among the subs at Spice when she’d been there. It was supposedly the best, high-end club in Florida. But none of that mattered to her; the only thing that did matter was she would be there as Master Brody Evans’s submissive.
“You don’t know how much it pleases me for you to say that, Fancy.”
With a hand splayed across the back of her head, he pulled her in for a kiss, and not just any kiss, but the mother of all kisses. Holy cow! She realized that before now he’d been holding back with all the other kisses they’d shared. Their tongues dueled, but there was no doubt who was in charge. Her blood was boiling, and her pussy was wet…with want…with need. The hand at her head held her in place as he took as much as he gave her. His other hand closed around her breast, squeezing and massaging the supple flesh.
Fancy whimpered when the kiss ended but was thrilled to see Brody had been just as affected by it as she had. He was gulping for air as a storm brewed in his eyes. A storm she desperately wanted to get caught up in.
“Sweetness, we can keep this vanilla right now since we haven’t negotiated or gone through a limit list yet, but it’s your choice. Vanilla, or will you let me spice it up? We can keep it simple and, of course, you’ll have your safeword.”
While this was one of the things she would rather let him take control of, without the negotiations and contract she had to be the one to make the decision. Once everything was in place, if he thought she needed or wanted to be topped, for whatever reason, he would take the lead and trust her to use her safeword if anything felt wrong. She knew in her heart he would honor her safeword and stop all play if she uttered it. And right there, she had her answer.
“Spice, Sir.”
His charming grin returned, but this time, she saw the Dom behind it and a shiver went down her spine. “Then spice it is. Thank you for trusting me. The Covenant uses the same color system Spice does. Do you want ‘red’ as your safeword or would you like to choose something else.”
“Red is fine, Sir.”
“Good girl. You can also use ‘yellow’ to slow things down or let me know you have questions.” He patted her hip. “To start, I want to go into your bedroom, take off everything, and present next to the bed. I’ll follow in a few minutes.”
Brody helped her stand and then just watched her walk on trembling knees to the hallway leading to her bedroom. She glanced over her shoulder at him, and another shiver went down her spine at his expression. It was a combination of intense and playful, and she wondered which one would be more prevalent during their scene.
As soon as she reached her bedroom, she quickly removed her dress, bra, and panties. Sinking to her knees next to the bed, she was in position when Brody entered the room—Master Brody, that is. While there were a lot of the protocols she’d forgotten, she remembered to keep her eyes cast downward until directed otherwise. All she could see were his feet. He’d removed his socks and shoes, but his jeans were still on. She hoped the golf shirt he’d worn was also gone because she loved letting her eyes and hands roam his muscular torso.
“Damn, you’re beautiful.”
She blushed at his words as he dropped a small black duffel bag on the floor in front of her. It wasn’t hers so he had to have run out to his truck to retrieve it. She knew a lot of Doms had a spare toy bag or two so they were always prepared, and she was nervous to find out what was in his.
She didn’t have to wait long. “Open the bag, Fancy-girl.”
Pulling it closer, she did as ordered and waited for the next command.
“I’m going to tell you to take out a few things. If any of those things are scary to you or are on your hard limit list, then leave them in the bag. If you’re okay with an item, then hand it to me. Understood?”
She hadn’t expected that but was grateful he was giving her a choice about what they would be using during the scene. But then again, that was the sign of a good Dom, which she already figured out he was. “Yes, Sir.”
“Excellent. Hand me the leather cuffs.”
She spotted them on top, right next to a black, six-tail flogger. What would it be like to be flogged by Brody? Her ass tingled at the thought. Grabbing the cuffs, she placed them in his waiting hand.
“There’s a bullet vibe in there, still in its package, let me have it.”
It was nice to know what he’d be using on her had never touched another woman—it was considerate of him and didn’t surprise her. Yes, an item could be sterilized, but still. . .eww. She found the sealed package and handed it to him.
“Hmmm. Decisions, decisions,” he teased her. “The six-tail.”
Oh, fuck, yes! Her hand closed around the leather handle of the flogger, and she lifted it out of the bag. When Brody took it from her, he placed the tip under her chin and raised her head until she was looking into his face. The heat in his eyes warmed her and made the desire and need in her core flare even higher. His bare chest had her yearning to lick every inch of it.
“Thank you, sweetness.” He bent down and picked the bag up by its handles, and moved it out of the way. “Up on the bed, on your knees, hands behind your back.”
She complied with his instructions, her heart rate and breathing accelerating with anticipation. Oh, how she’d missed this—handing the reins over to her lover—all she had to do was follow his commands and feel. Her mind could go blank as he sent her into subspace, and there was no doubt Brody would send her there. Hell, if she was honest, she was halfway there already.
Brody stepped behind her beside the bed, and attached the cuffs to each of her wrists. “Spread your legs a little. What’s your safeword, Fancy-girl?”
“Red, Sir.”
After linking the cuffs together so her arms were restrained, he ran a single finger up the length of her spine, sending a shiver through her as goosebumps pebbled her skin. One hand closed around the nape of her neck while the other supported one of her shoulders. “Put your head down on the bed.”
With his help, she bent at the waist, then turned her head to the side, so her cheek rested on the comforter. Her ass remained high, and she felt herself grow wetter at the erotic pose. Brody ran his hand across her backside, occasionally squeezing the flesh to bring her blood to the surface. “Damn, you have the nicest ass I’ve ever seen.”
“Thank you, Sir.” She was sure he was exaggerating, but she couldn’t help wiggle said ass in response.
His hand lifted, then smacked back down, causing her to yelp. The laughter in his voice was unmistakable as he said, “Little brat.”
While the single spank stung a little, it only just increased her need for more. His hand dipped between her legs and found the evidence of her arousal. Fingers delved into her folds.
“Mmmm. I love that you waxed down there for me, sweetness.”
She’d gone to the salon the day after they’d first slept together. While it had been a little more painful than she’d remember, once the initial soreness was gone, she loved how much more sensitive she was. And she couldn’t wait to feel Brody’s mouth and tongue on her bare flesh.
His hand disappeared and she heard him open the vibe package, and it wasn’t long before the adult toy was humming. It took every ounce of strength not to clench her legs together because she knew she was going to jump the second the vibe touched her where she expected he was about to put it. She hadn’t been wrong.
* * *
Cupping the small vibe in his palm, Brody put it between her legs and held it to her exposed pussy as she nearly flew off the bed. The only things that had kept her in place were the position she was in, her han
ds being restrained, and his other hand on her hip. “Easy, baby. It’s been a long time for you, so I’m not going to demand you stay still, but do your best.”
“Y-yes, Sir.”
Damn, he’d never get tired of hearing that from her mouth. Shifting his hand, he gripped the humming vibe and put the tip in her vagina. He grinned when she let out a loud moan.
“There’s more where that came from,” he said as he pushed it all the way in her channel. “Don’t lose it.”
He squeezed her ass cheeks a few more times, making sure there was enough blood flow near the surface to keep her from bruising. This was going to be a pleasure flogging so his strikes were going to be hard enough for a bite of pain, but light enough that she wouldn’t feel any lasting effects in the morning. Picking up the flogger, he took a step away from the bed to give himself some room. Her ass looked delectable, and he couldn’t wait until he prepped her with a progressive set of anal plugs so she could eventually take him there.
“Ready, sweetness?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Brody flicked his wrist and let the six leather tails land softly on her right ass cheek, followed by another flick to her left. Slowly he let the strikes increase in velocity and intensity. A pink blush appeared on the skin of her buttocks and upper thighs. He paused. “Color, sweetness?”
“Green, Sir. I’m good.”
“Yes, you are.”
Peppering her flesh, he slowed his pace once more, but now he really let her feel the sting as the knots at the end of the leather strands landed harder. Again, it was just enough for the pain to morph into pleasure. Her breathing increased as she moaned louder.
One last strike on her sit spot and he dropped the flogger to the floor. His hands went to his waist, and he quickly shed his jeans. Grabbing a condom, he anticipated the day he could take her bareback—something he’d never done in his life, but if he had his way, it would be that way forever with his Fancy. After rolling on the latex, he held her steady with one hand and using the fingers of the other, he removed the vibe, tapping it a few times on her clit.
“Oh! Ohhhhhhhhh!”
Clutching her hips, he pulled her to the edge of the bed and lined his rigid cock up with her slit. She was soaked, and he wasted no time entering her. The torturous drag of her tight walls had him seeing stars.
“Please, Sir! Faster!”
He slammed into her, his pelvis slapping against her ass. “We’re going to have to have a talk about topping from the bottom, Fancy-girl, but it will have to wait until later. Right now, I agree with you.”
Pumping his hips, he fucked her fast and hard. Her gasps and pleadings urging him on. When the pressure in his scrotum was about to peak, he reached around and found her clit with his fingers, stroking it with fervor. Fancy screamed as an intense orgasm took hold. Her walls pulsated around him, sending him over the edge a few thrusts of his pelvis later. Shouting his own release, he did his best to draw hers out as long as possible while his legs threatened to buckle and drop him on his ass.
His hands fell to the mattress on either side of her torso, supporting his weight, while his lungs heaved for oxygen. As soon as he was able, he unhooked the clasp keeping her bound wrists together and massaged her arms and shoulders. The only sound in the room was their combined heavy breathing. When his legs continued to protest his position, he reluctantly pulled from her body and quickly discarded the filled condom.
Rolling onto her back, Fancy watched him through heavy eyelids. As much as he wanted to lay down beside her, he had some aftercare to do first. Entering the master bath, he retrieved a wet washcloth and a dry towel to clean her with. He returned to find she had turned her body so her head was resting on the pillows on her side of the bed. Huh. He liked the sound of that. She owned that side of his bed, just like she owned his heart.
Chapter 15
With long, freestyle strokes, Brody did lap after lap in his inground pool under the late Monday morning sun. He’d had it installed this past winter, using the company Parker had used for his own pool. His friend’s was designed to look like a small lake, with its dark floor and walls, and surrounded by lush landscaping, giving it an overall feel of a natural hot spring, complete with a diving rock. While Brody loved the garden feel to it, he had wanted a pool that was long enough to get a decent workout in; being a former SEAL, he could swim for miles. The end result had been better than he’d hoped for. He’d had several pool parties since it was completed along with a Jacuzzi on the patio. The spa was in its own little alcove so he could use it naked if he wanted to and not worry about any neighbors seeing him, especially the four-year-old twins next door. Taylor and McKenna loved chatting with him through the fence, and he hadn’t had the heart to change the black chain link to something they couldn’t see through. He’d invited the girls over with their parents for a few barbecues, and their adorableness had quickly won over his friends. They loved when baby Mara came to visit and couldn’t wait to meet little JD.
The entire pool/patio/spa setup was now enclosed in a screen house designed to keep the bugs and other critters out. It also was locked from the inside so he didn’t have to worry about the twins coming over for a swim without their parents.
Reaching the end closest to where Fancy was lying on a chaise lounge reading an e-book, he stopped and ran a hand down his face, wiping away the salt water the pool was filled with. He observed her in silence for a moment. At his urging, she’d done something she apparently hadn’t done in quite awhile—she’d taken the day off—the entire day, just to spend it with him. Her curvy body was yummy looking in the bathing suit she’d run out to buy on her way over this morning. That was another thing she hadn’t done in a long time, sit by a pool or the gulf in a bathing suit to just relax and enjoy the day. The navy blue tankini, as she’d called it, was a two-piece suit—the top was a body-hugging tank with a racer back, while the bottom was a cute little skirt over an attached, traditional bikini. And she looked tempting as hell in it.
Glancing up, she gave him a smile which grew as he put his hands on the hard patio floor and pushed himself up and out of the pool. The water sluiced off his body and dripped from the hem of his swimming trunks. Her heated gaze roamed his body, taking in every contour of his muscular physique as he stalked over to her and grabbed his towel from the chaise next to her. “Keep looking at me like that, darlin’, and we’ll spend the rest of the day in my bed.”
Bending down, he gave her a swift kiss on the lips. As much as he would love to follow through with his threat, he wanted her to remember what it was like to just loll around while playing hooky from work. Her employees were more than competent at running the place for the day, and if he had any say in it, she would be taking a lot more days off; no one could keep up the pace of working every day of the week without burning out. Besides, they would be playing later tonight after a visit to The Covenant.
While they couldn’t play at the club until Fancy was fully vetted and had a complete physical and blood work with her doctor, it would give him a chance to observe her as she watched some scenes. The screening process was mandatory, with no exceptions, and even Kristen and Angie had gone through it despite dating the owners. Not wanting any members to think he skipped over anything on Fancy’s behalf, Brody had asked Marco to do the paperwork for her clearance. His buddy had done the club’s background checks numerous times when Brody was busy with other stuff, so it was nothing new.
“Sorry, but I can’t help but stare,” she replied. “Your body is amazing, and you know it.”
He snorted and then stole another kiss. “Not as amazing as yours, sweetness. You’re rockin’ that bathing suit.” He was thrilled when she blushed; there was nothing prettier than a woman blushing when her man complimented her. Dropping onto the other chaise, he grabbed a bottle of water from the cooler next to him and guzzled half of it. “What are you reading, anyway?”
“Believe it or not, it’s Kristen’s Velvet Vixen.”
“Reall
y?”
“Um-hmm. I started reading it a few weeks ago, but there are days I’m too tired to read at all or I start falling asleep after a page or two. And don’t tell Kristen that; I don’t want her to think it’s because of her book since it’s not. I loved all her vanilla books, but she writes awesome BDSM books.”
Gritting his teeth, he fought the urge to reprimand her about running herself ragged and not getting enough sleep. They hadn’t signed a contract yet, nor had they gone over her hard and soft limits. But once everything was in order, her well-being was going to be under his direct supervision—it was one of the main reasons he enjoyed the lifestyle. It was instinctive for him to want to care for a woman in every way possible—he was just wired that way.
There would be no more dark circles under her eyes, and they would find a way to combat her insomnia, although she looked well rested today. In fact, she’d told him she’d slept fantastically last night, the first time in a long time. He wished he’d been the cause of her good night sleep, but he had been on a security detail until very late and hadn’t wanted to disturb her, so he’d gone home alone.
He finished the rest of his water. “I agree.”
“You do? You’ve read them?”
Rolling his eyes, he said, “Yeah, but don’t tell the guys that. As far as any of them will admit, they’ve only read the sex scenes and skipped over all the sappy romance.”
“I can’t wait to meet her. But I hope I don’t say anything stupid because I’m totally going to be fangirling.”
He took her hand in his. “You’ll be fine. Trust me, Kristen is as down-home as they come. I’ve seen her with her fans, and she loves them all, treating them as if they were longtime friends. You’ll meet her on Sunday afternoon.”
Her eyes narrowed in confusion. “What’s Sunday afternoon?”
“Just a little get together at their place for a barbecue. Angie designed this awesome ‘backyard,’” he made air quotes with his fingers, “on the Trident compound and called it Ian’s Oasis. The only thing it doesn’t have is a pool, but it’s got everything else. Will you come with me and meet the rest of my crazy, extended family? Kristen’s mom and stepdad will be there and so will Boomer’s folks. Oh, and Jake and Nick are flying in, too. Nick took a four-day leave because he’s over the moon that he’s an uncle. And I promise, no one will bite. Besides, by then, you’ll have met most of them anyway.”
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