“Yes, Sir.” Nate pulled out his cell phone and Gideon shook his head and said, “It’s just sad Heaven’s gone.”
“Maybe I do like to watch,” Ryker replied. “But I’m not into pain the way you are.”
“Bullshit. With a little time, you could be as much of an expert as I am, taking them right to the edge and then sending them flying over, screaming in ecstasy.”
“You mean screaming in pain.”
“Six of one,” Gideon replied, holding up his hands in mock surrender.
The front door opened and Chad walked out, his hand offered in greeting. “Come on in. Honor said you would come by.”
“Yes, Sir.”
The men moved inside, walking quickly through the crowded public room. They paused at the entrance to the members’ area. Ryker wasn’t surprised to find it just as crowded. When they got to Chad’s office, Chad ushered them in, then shut the door.
“I hope you don’t mind if Sloan comes and sucks me off while you watch. I just saw a particularly erotic scene with Mistress Sasha and a new sub named Lissa. If I don’t get relief soon, my cock might fall off, and as you can see, we’re hopping tonight.”
“That’s fine,” Ryker said. “I’ll get right to the point. I need to talk to someone at Paragon’s about Heaven Acker. Do you know someone?”
“I do. After I talked to Honor, I made a call. The owner is an old friend named Bruce Sawyer. We just call him Sawyer. He’s expecting your call.”
Sloan entered and started to undress. Ryker flicked a gaze to her, then looked back at Chad, who was stroking his cock through his jeans, his gaze fastened on his sub.
“What kinda person is this Sawyer?”
“Good. About fifty. Longtime Dom who runs a clean resort. He’s just sick about Heaven.”
“I imagine he is,” Ryker said. “From the sounds of it she visits three or four times a year, and from what I’ve read on the internet, that place ain’t cheap.”
Sloan started to walk toward them. Ryker glanced at her, looked back at Chad, then jerked his gaze back to Sloan, his eyes widening.
“Are those locks on her nipple piercings?”
“Yes, they are,” Chad said. “There’s one on her clit ring, too. Reminds her that I own her body. Well, me and Ryan. Doesn’t it, my slut?”
“Yes, Sir.” Sloan stopped in front of them, clasped her hands behind her back and lowered her head.
“Who has the key?”
“Why Ryan and me, of course,” Chad said.
“I love it,” Gideon said.
Chad laughed, then ordered Sloan to her knees. When Sloan started to undo Chad’s fly, Ryker held up his hand.
“I hate to interrupt the fun, but I’m on the clock. I don’t know how I’d bill Ms. Banes for watching you get a blowjob. Do you have the number?”
“Right.” Chad took a piece of paper from his desk. “He’s expecting your call tonight. Use one of the rooms for privacy.”
Ryker nodded and headed for the door. He turned back as Gideon got on his haunches, obviously to inspect the locks, then lifted his gaze to Chad’s. “May I?” Gideon asked.
“Of course,” Chad replied.
Ryker laughed, then went into the hallway. Behind him, he heard Sloan moan deeply. He wasn’t sure if it was in pain or pleasure, and figured it was a mixture of both, knowing Gideon.
He went downstairs to the desk and found a pretty little submissive helping a couple book a room. When they were done, he nodded at her.
“I need one myself. Someplace quiet where I can make a phone call.”
“Of course, Master Ryker. How about number nine? Shall I tell the sub waiting for you which room you’ll be in?”
Ryker gave her a confused look. “Excuse me?”
The hostess looked nervous, then glanced at her book. “Sub Honor. She’s waiting for you in the public bar.”
Ryker slid through the double doors and scanned the crowd. Sure enough, Honor sat at the bar, a glass in her hands. She looked very nervous, and he could tell she was trying to gently dissuade Mistress Sasha, who sat nearby.
He hadn’t expected her to come tonight, after he’d told her he would contact her tomorrow, and he thought about letting her fight off Sasha’s advances on her own, but something made him stop. This woman called to him, in more ways than one.
He wanted to fuck her, yes, but more than that, he wanted to top her, to take her to new heights and teach her how to relax and enjoy herself. She seemed so uptight. Of course she was worried about her sister, but he could tell by her mannerisms she was uptight ninety percent of the time.
His cock grew as he thought about putting a lock on her clit, much as Chad had put a lock on Sloan’s piercings. Then he’d tease her to the point of orgasm, pull back, and watch her squirm and come down just a little, before taking her back up and bringing her back down again, before taking her back up and allowing her to come. The teasing would increase the intensity of her orgasm, and judging from the way she acted this afternoon, she could use a good orgasm. Or two.
Sure, she was nervous about her sister, but she needed to relax just a bit before she gave herself a stroke. It had been a long time since he’d seen a woman wound as tightly as Honor Banes.
He watched her for a few more minutes, then crossed the room, stopping behind her and focusing on Sasha. The dominatrix saw him, but she ignored him, snaking her hand out to caress Honor’s thigh.
“We can go upstairs together,” Sasha said softly. “Would you like me to give you a good spanking? Then we can see what your tongue can do.”
Honor sat ramrod straight, her gaze lowered to the hand on her thigh. When Ryker gently touched her shoulder, she jumped and turned to him. Relief flooded her face and he nodded.
“I didn’t expect to see you tonight, Honor,” he said, lifting his gaze to Sasha, who withdrew her hand, disappointment evident on her face.
“Well, maybe next time,” Sasha said. “Master Ryker, I give you the floor, and my chair.” She left and Ryker slid into her seat. He ordered a beer from the bartender and then nodded toward Honor’s glass too.
“What are you drinking?”
“Water.”
“Well, then, refill the lady’s water,” he said to the bartender.
“What have you found out?” She leaned toward him, her nervousness evident.
“Nothing yet. I just got a name and phone number.” He took a drink from his beer. “Why don’t you have a drink, say a Cosmopolitan? Something to relax you.”
“I don’t want to relax. I want to know what happened to my sister.”
Ryker took another sip from his beer, then narrowed his gaze at her. “Go home. You’re expecting immediate results, but you’re not going to get them. You need to let me do my job without interference from you.”
She shook her head. He could see tears sparkling in her blue eyes. “Please don’t shut me out of this. Make the call. Let me listen.”
“No. Because you’ll be standing there the whole time trying to butt into the conversation. Ms. Banes – Honor. Listen to me. You’re very upset, but you’re not doing the investigation, or yourself, any good. I know it’s hard, but the best thing you can do is go home and wait for me to call you tomorrow.”
She shook her head. “I can’t wait that long. Are you going to call now?”
“Yes, as a matter of fact I am.”
“I won’t cause any trouble, really I won’t. Please don’t shut me out.” She stared at him and then glanced over his shoulder. He turned to see Gideon moving toward them, his demeanor confident as he stopped to greet several pretty subs. Then he sauntered over and slapped the bar.
“Barkeep. Whiskey.” He laughed and turned to Honor, giving her an assessing look. “Hello. Who are you?”
“This is Honor Banes, Heaven’s sister.”
“Really?” Gideon took her hand. “A pleasure. I know your sister well.”
A furious blush spread over Honor’s cheeks and she looked down at her glass. Ryker shook his h
ead at Gideon, who gave him a curious glance.
“I’ll tell you what. Why don’t you entertain Honor while I go and make a phone call?”
He held up his hand to still Honor’s objection. Gideon moved closer to her and slid his hand along her back.
“It would be my pleasure.” Gideon frowned. “Is that water you’re drinking?”
Ryker made his getaway. Gideon would keep Honor occupied while he found the information he needed. Then he would decide where to go from there.
And he would have to decide how to get a handle on Honor. She had to learn to be submissive to him, hopefully in more ways than one.
* * *
Gideon pushed the glass of wine toward Honor. Her hand shook as she pushed it back at him.
“No, thank you.”
“What’s wrong; are you afraid it’s drugged? You saw him pour it.”
“No, I just don’t want it.”
“Fine. You don’t drink. You should have told me.”
She looked toward the door where Ryker had just disappeared. When she went to stand and follow him, Gideon gently pushed her back down in her seat.
“Stay here. Let him do what he needs to do. Just sip it.”
She exhaled loudly, then took the glass of wine and downed half of it in one gulp. When she came up for air and started to tilt it back to drink the rest, he pulled her arm down, jostling the liquid in the glass.
“Whoa there, slick. I said a sip, not a gulp.” He took the glass and set it on the table. “So, you’re Heaven’s sister.”
She nodded. “She’s mentioned you.
“She and I are, well, we’re very suited to each other. I’ve topped her. Ryker has watched.”
He watched her process the information. “Heaven and I are nothing alike.”
“You don’t look alike; that’s for sure.”
A smile lit her face and he studied her. “She’s dark; you’re light. She’s short; you’re tall. I must say, though, that you’re both nice and curvy.”
Honor laughed nervously.
“Are you submissive?”
She squirmed under his gaze. “No.” She spit the word out, and he lifted his brows at her.
“You seem awfully sure of that.”
She averted her gaze, taking in the scene around them. “I’ve tried it, at Heaven’s urging. I hated it.”
“What did you try?” He put his finger under her chin and turned her face back so she was facing him.
She pulled away from his finger and a scowl appeared on her face.
“Submission. I hated it.”
He took a drink from his bottle and studied her. “What specifically did you try?”
She snorted in disgust and turned away from him. “I’m not telling you that. It’s none of your business.”
“I’m just saying that different subs have different needs, and different Doms provide different stimulation to meet those needs.”
“So, you’re saying the Dom Heaven set me up with wasn’t right for me? That if I’d just had the right Dom things would have been perfect?”
“Maybe. What gets you off?”
Honor hopped off the stool so fast, the woman sitting next to her yelled out in surprise.
“Hey, relax,” Gideon said, putting his hand on her arm. “I’m sorry if I offended you.”
He moved her so she was standing in front of him. “We don’t have to talk about this if you don’t want. I just thought it would take your mind off of Heaven for a little while.”
She nodded, then gulped down the rest of her wine.
“Can I have another, please?” She put the glass on the bar, and Gideon nodded to the barman. When he turned back to Honor, he held out this hand.
“Give me your car keys.”
“What?” She took the new glass and gulped part of it down.
“I said, give me your car keys.” He took the wine and set it back on the bar. “Either that, or no more drinks.”
“It’s only my second one.”
“Yet, I’ve defended many people who only had two beers and ended up causing huge wrecks.” He wiggled his hand in front of her face. “The keys. Now.”
She dug into her purse and dropped a set of keys into his hand. Then she took another large sip and Gideon held up his finger to get the barman’s attention.
“Give my new friend a spritzer this time, heavy on the spritz and light on the wine.”
“You got it, Master O.” The barman started to mix the drink, and Gideon looked back at Honor.
“You don’t want to get me drunk and take advantage of me?”
He took a sip of his beer. “No. The first time I top you, I want you totally sober, so we can both enjoy it.”
* * *
Honor’s hands shook as she lifted the glass to her mouth. This wasn’t how she’d envisioned the night going. She’d planned on coming to Jaguars, talking to Ryker, and then going back home.
Now here she was, half drunk, sitting next to one of the sexiest men she’d seen in a long time. She’d been impressed with Ryker this afternoon, but his friend was dark and gave off an air that could probably make most women come on demand. Too bad she wasn’t most women.
She drained her glass, then grabbed the new one. As long as he had the keys to her car, she might as well take advantage of the situation.
“I didn’t plan on this tonight. I’m not the type to get drunk.”
“Then we’ll make sure we stop off at the store on the way home for some aspirin and orange juice for the morning.”
She nodded, the world sort of tilting with her nod. She’d drunk those first two glasses of wine way too fast.
“Tell me about your first experience with submission.”
“I don’t talk about things like that.”
“It wasn’t a suggestion; it was an order. Tell me. Now.”
His deep command sent chills up her spine. She could see why her sister would be attracted to this man. Of course Heaven was attracted to most everyone.
“It was a year or so ago. I don’t remember a lot of it.”
“Liar.” The silence grew and he took a sip of his beer. “No one has ever accused me of being patient. Tell me. Right. Now.”
“He… well… touched me, and I didn’t care for it.”
“Well, that was the film-at-eleven sound bite. Give me the real story.”
“Heaven always said I was wound too tightly. She said submitting to her friend would help.”
She took another drink, then glanced at a group of people near them. A woman was stretched across two tables. Her top and skirt had been pulled up, exposing her breasts and pussy. Another woman held her hands above her head, and there was a woman at each ankle, holding her legs wide apart. She was wiggling in delight as the people around her applauded.
“What are they doing to her?”
“Probably put vibrating clamps on her clit and nipples. The sensations will make her want to come, but she’ll wait for permission from whomever is holding the remotes.”
Honor watched the woman wiggle and squirm. Just once, she wanted to do that. She wanted to be the woman who was the center of attention, just like Heaven always was.
“You need to finish your story.” His voice sounded deep in her ear, his breath hot on her neck. She shivered and drained her glass. This time the room did more than tilt.
“What?”
“Your story.” He took the glass from her and set it down.
“Can I have another drink?”
“No. Tell me.”
“Tell you what? He tied me to a cross, and I just couldn’t… I couldn’t…” Honor focused on the woman who lay across the tables. A woman had straddled her face and was riding her as the submissive’s body continued to wiggle. The crowd made lurid suggestions.
“Is that submission?” She stared at them. The woman on top was caressing her own breasts. Seconds later she cried out in orgasm. The crowd clapped louder, and she yelled out again.
“Not re
ally,” Gideon replied. “It’s more of a sex game to entertain the people around. Now, you were saying?”
“Master O?”
Honor turned to him as he fixed his gaze on the woman who had just spoken. She followed his gaze, trying to focus on the woman who’d walked up. She looked a little fuzzy.
“Yes?”
“Master Ryker has asked you to meet him in room nine. He also asked that you bring your new friend.”
Gideon nodded at her and stood. “Let’s go, slick.”
Honor stood, then wobbled back onto her seat. “I think I’m drunk.”
“Yes, I think you are. It’s a good thing I’ve already taken your keys.” He helped her stand, his arm tight around her waist.
“I hope I can make it up the stairs.” She took a step and tripped. The only thing keeping her upright was Gideon, who turned her toward him. He wavered in front of her. At least she thought he did. Maybe she was the one who was doing the wavering.
Seconds later the room was upside down, and the crowd cheered. It wasn’t until they got to the stairs that Honor realized he’d thrown her over his shoulder, caveman fashion. But she didn’t care. She was more relaxed than she’d been in a long, long time. And a handsome man had her in his arms.
When they’d climbed the stairs, he set her down, propping her against the wall. She smiled at him, or was there more than one of him?
“Master O?”
“Yes?” He bracketed her hips with his hands, his thumbs gently caressing her and stepped closer.
“I think I’m gonna be sick.”
Chapter 3
Honor could hear voices. Deep male voices. Deep, angry male voices.
“Great. I leave you with my client for ten minutes, and you get her falling-down drunk. Thanks a lot.” That was Ryker’s voice; she knew that much.
“It was more like twenty minutes, and she only had two glasses of wine.” Gideon. Sexy, sweet Gideon, who’d carried her up the stairs.
Did I drink that much so quickly?
“Okay, maybe three. But the third one was watered down.”
Third one? I had a third glass of wine?
Honor squeezed her eyes shut tighter, then tried to open them. Her head burst with pain, and she groaned slightly. A cool cloth wiped her brow.
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