Yes, My Mistress

by Jennifer Cole

  When Mike would have joined Ransom, the look in Megan’s eyes pulled him up short. Sad as it seemed, it was clear outbursts like the one they were witnessing weren’t new to her.

  Instead of taking a step forward to protect the senator, the bodyguards took a step back. Megan released Troy’s hand and stepped toward her father. Troy and Ransom stayed close.

  “Dad, please, calm down—”

  “You are a disgrace. A huge disappointment. To think I wasted my sperm creating you.”

  Megan’s body stiffened, all color draining from her face. The hurt in her eyes made Mike’s blood boil. No, she wasn’t his woman, but Jesus Christ, what sort of man said something like that to his own daughter? When Mike joined Dani back in his suite he would insist they meet each other’s parents and get their relationship out in the open.

  “Now you get your worthless ass out the back fucking door, and into my limo,” Megan’s father ordered. “We’ll join my team doing damage control from home.”

  The seconds ticked by. Anger, frustration and confusion radiated off Megan. Mike could see Troy and Ransom were doing their best to keep it together.

  “We meant what we said, honey,” Troy said, his eyes glued on Megan’s dad. “You don’t have to go anywhere.”

  “Your home is right here with us, baby,” Ransom added.

  After several tense moments, Megan shook her head. “No, Dad. I’m not going anywhere.”

  “Don’t you dare back talk me, you hussy.” The senator attempted to smack Megan with the newspaper in his hand.

  Troy pulled Megan to him. Without argument, she placed herself behind his body. Ransom grabbed the senator’s wrist in mid-air.

  “Whoa, old man,” Ransom growled. As he pulled the senator’s hand down, the man winced in pain.

  “Are you four baboons going to do something?” Senator Washington snarled at the bodyguards.

  The man standing on his immediate left lifted his chin. “I don’t think so, sir. These fellows have things well in hand.”

  “You were hired to protect me,” the senator roared. “And I expect you to do your job, asshole. Arrest them. Do something!”

  “I don’t know who the hell you think you are, but I’m not about to offer assistance to a political figure, or any man for that matter, who attempts to hit his daughter, and speaks to her like you just have.”

  “Why you bastard. You are fired!”

  “Since you don’t pay my wages, sir, that’s not your call,” the man pointed out, his tone completely calm. “But I’m more than happy to put in for reassignment.”

  “Now, Senator,” Troy said. “You will leave without further incident.”

  “I’m not going anywhere without my daughter.”

  The door to the private corridor opened, and feminine giggling drew the attention of the group. Max Renfrew entered with Natalie on his arm. He wore only a pair of boxer shorts, while she was dressed in one of Max’s t-shirts.

  “I’m sorry. I wasn’t expecting anyone to be down yet.” Max surveyed the situation, and his eyes narrowed with concern. “What’s going on here?”

  “Natalie?” Megan was clearly surprised to see her friend.

  “Meg?” Natalie replied.

  “The senator was just leaving,” Troy informed Max.

  “The hell I am.”

  “Senator Washington!” Natalie gasped. She stepped behind Max, tugging at the hem of the t-shirt.

  “Well, seeing you here does not surprise me,” the senator said. “What the hell have you gotten my daughter into?”

  “Now you wait just a minute, sir.” Max took a step forward. “Senator, you will leave my establishment now, or I’ll be placing a call to the police and filing a harassment suit.”

  “Max? You… You own this club?” Megan asked.

  Max nodded in her direction as the back door opened again. This time Dani’s voice stopped everyone cold.

  “Where’s my super hunky slave boy at? Yoohoo, Mikey, baby. Your Mistress wants to plaaayyy.”

  When she came into view, several startled gasps and a couple of strangled groans were heard. One was his own. Dani wore a pair of tiny black panties and a black leather corset with holes in the center of the breast cups that left her rosy-tipped nipples completely exposed. In her right hand she held a riding crop.

  That’s my girl.

  “What the hell is going on?” she asked calmly. Her eyes settled on Mike. “I thought you came down here to grab us some water?”

  As his eyes savored her scantily clad form, Mike shrugged. “Something came up.” He jerked his thumb toward the others in the room.

  “I should have known you and the other tart were behind this,” Megan’s father said.

  “Hey, who are you calling a tart?” Natalie said, stepping out from behind Max.

  Dani tipped her head coyly, a sly smile curling her lips. “Nice to see you here without your usual disguise, Senator.”

  Whoa! Didn’t see that coming.

  Judging from the stunned expressions on everyone else’s face, they hadn’t expected it either.

  The senator turned white as a sheet. “Why you smug little trollop!”

  Mike was thankful Troy stepped in, because he himself was seeing red. The only thing he wanted to do was rip the senator’s throat out. Despite being equally as pissed, Troy would be more rational.

  “This meeting is over.” Troy turned to Megan. “Sweetheart, you take Natalie and Dani up to our suite. Yours, Ransom and my home.”

  “Troy,” she whispered.

  “Our home,” he repeated. Troy brushed his thumb across Megan’s cheek to wipe away a single tear trickling down. “We will see your father and his escorts out, then we will be right up.”

  Megan nodded.

  Mike found himself wondering if Dani would be as ready to accept a life with him.

  “I love you, Megan.” Troy spoke a little louder than necessary, and Mike assumed it was to ensure that everyone in the room heard his words. “Now, go.”

  As she turned, Ransom grabbed her arms and spun her around to face him. Holding the angry gaze of her father a moment longer, Ransom lowered his mouth and kissed her long and hard.

  The senator took a step forward, but the bodyguard on his right stopped him. “Don’t even think about it,” the man said.

  Ransom pulled away and looked down at Megan. “I love you too, baby.” Urging Megan to the door leading to the private suite, Ransom released her.

  Once the door had closed behind the women, Troy, Ransom, Mike and Max advanced. Two of the bodyguards were young, very young, and clearly lacking experience. They had remained silent during the entire confrontation and now appeared to be sizing up the competition. With effort Mike contained a snicker of amusement as he read their deduction.

  Of the four men, Max was the smallest in stature. Yet despite being clad in only a pair of silk boxers, his six-one, two-hundred-fifteen pound presence was threatening. Ransom and Troy were close in height and stature, standing around six-three, each weighing close to two-hundred-thirty pounds. Then there was Mike, himself. He was the largest, standing six-five and tipping the scales at around two-hundred-seventy-five pounds.

  “We are done here, gentlemen,” Troy said. “Senator or not, and at this moment I don’t give a flying fuck that you’re Megan’s old man, you have ten seconds to get the hell out of this club.”

  “I’m not leaving my daughter with you two miscreants, in this dump that promotes your dysfunctional way of life.”

  “Get him out, now,” Troy said. There was no mistaking the warning in his tone.

  “Senator,” the man to his right spoke. “Sir, my men and I are leaving, with or without you.” When the senator didn’t move, the bodyguard prompted again. “Sir, last warning. Let’s go.”

  “I am not finished with you,” the senator threatened.

  “Looking forward to seeing you again, Senator,” Troy replied.

  The bodyguards aided the still fighting and curs
ing senator down the corridor and out the back door.

  After throwing the double deadbolt, Max turned back toward the three men. “Well, that was rather unpleasant for first thing in the morning,” he said.

  “What happened? How’d he get in?” Troy asked.

  “I came downstairs, and somebody was pounding on the door so hard I thought they were going to break it down,” Mike admitted, as the men started climbing the stairs. “When I opened the door he pushed past me. Sorry to spoil your morning, Troy. I didn’t think it would be a good idea to get physical, at least not until every attempt had been made to reason with him, but the guy wouldn’t listen. With your skill at reasoning with people I knew you’d bring diplomacy to the situation.”

  “No problem, big man,” Troy said. “The old fellow’s got issues, and nobody needs to put up with that sort of bullshit.”

  * * * *

  The door to Troy and Ransom’s suite opened, and all four men entered.

  “Well?” Megan asked as Ransom approached and wrapped his arms around her.

  “Let’s just say I doubt the senator will be sending the club a Christmas card this year.” Ransom dropped a kiss on the top of her head. “You okay?”

  “I’ll be fine. I’m used to his tirades.”

  “You sure you’re all right, Megan?” Max asked.

  Mike watched Megan nod, but she remained silent. The poor woman looked beyond embarrassed. Humiliated would be more accurate. Mike felt for her.

  “Okay, well, now that that unpleasantness is concluded, the group of us has reservations at The Cove for brunch. A limo will be here in an hour to pick us up,” Max announced as he crossed the room toward Natalie.

  “That’s nice.” Natalie accepted his hand, and he pulled her to her feet. “What’s the occasion?”

  “We’re celebrating the first day of the rest of our lives,” Max replied. “Come on, move that sweet ass, Nat. I’d like to make love to you before we leave.”

  “Ahh, damn! An hour doesn’t give me nearly enough time to punish my Mikey,” Dani said with a sassy grin as Mike approached her. “That’s all right, we’ll do a quickie now, and then a longie when we get back.”

  “Sounds good to me, babe.” Mike picked Dani up and tossed her over his shoulder. Mike knew he’d never want to be anywhere else, ever again.

  * * * *

  After they’d both reached climax Dani lay sprawled across Mike’s body, her head resting on his chest.

  “That was great,” he said, running his fingers through her hair.

  “Mmm-mmm,” she purred in agreement.

  Mike glanced at the clock on the table beside his bed. “We better get ready. The limo will be here in fifteen minutes.”

  “Think Max will mind if we skip brunch?” Dani asked, and ran a fingertip over his erect nipple.

  “Yeah, he might. Come on, we need sustenance and there’s nothing around here for us to eat.”

  “Oh, fine,” she groused and wiggled off him.

  “Remember, we’ve got a longie to look forward to when we get back.”

  “That’s right,” she purred, stroking her hand along his abdomen.

  After a very quick shower, they stood in Mike’s bedroom getting dressed. He watched Dani as she studied the red miniskirt she’d worn the night before, indecision evident in her expression. When she looked over at him, he smiled.

  “I have something for you.” He turned and walked to his closet.

  “For me?”

  Mike pulled a clothing bag from his closet and reached for the zipper. “Brunch wasn’t a surprise for us guys. It was part of Max’s master plan. But I knew it would be for you, and remembering your attire when you came to the club for your sessions…” he said, enjoying the blush tinting her cheeks as he reminded her of her state of undress during her training. “Anyhow, I thought you might like this.”

  With the zipper lowered, Mike slid the plastic bag over the hanger, revealing a floral print sundress. Dani’s face lit up.

  “There were lots of colors, but I liked the yellow the best,” he said. “Not bad considering I only found out last night it’s your favorite color.”

  “It’s beautiful, Mike,” she said, and crossed the floor toward him. She rose to her tiptoes, and he dipped his head to press a kiss against her lips.

  “Thank you,” she added, taking the dress off the hanger. After unzipping it and slipping it over her head, she turned her back to him, lifting her long, dark curls out of the way.

  Mike placed a kiss between her shoulder blades as he zipped the dress closed.

  “Well?” she asked, spinning in a circle before him. “What do you think?”

  “I think I am the luckiest man alive,” he replied. “You’re gorgeous.”

  “Mike,” she uttered tentatively.

  “Yeah, baby?”

  “What happens now?”

  “We go to brunch. Our hour’s up.”

  “No, what happens after brunch?”

  “We come back here and make love until we’re spent.”

  Her top teeth sunk into her lower lip. “And after that?”

  Mike studied Dani for several moments in silence. He knew it was impulsive, but it was now or never. He had to tell her how he was feeling, and prayed she felt the same way.

  “Move in with me,” he requested. “And we’ll take it from there.”

  Dani blinked several times. His statement caught her unawares. “I have a cat. Is there room in your heart for Lady Godiva?”

  “Lady Godiva?”

  “My cat.”

  “Oh, jeez, she sounds high maintenance,” Mike groaned. A wide smile lifted his lips.

  “She’s a cat, of course she’s high maintenance. Cats have staff you know, not owners.”

  “I don’t know, baby,” he said, fastening the buttons of his shirt. “I’m more of a goldfish sort of guy.”

  Her shoulders slumped. “Really?”

  “Yeah,” he replied, and grinned. “But if it means keeping you in my bed every night, I suppose I could learn to tolerate your cat.”

  A smile curled Dani’s full, delicious lips. “Yeah?”

  “I’m not promising anything where your cat is concerned,” Mike said and opened his arms to her. “I like goldfish.”

  Dani stepped into his embrace, wrapping her arms around his body. “Then I’ll get you one. Maybe two. And do you know why, Mike Ranger?”

  “Why?”

  “Because I’ve fallen for you. In a big way, big man.”

  Mike bent down and scooped her up in his arms.

  “That’s a good thing, baby. Because I fell for you the moment I first laid eyes on you. I’ve been waiting patiently for you to catch up.”

  About Jennifer Cole

  http://www.lyricalpress.com/jennifer_cole

  By day, Jennifer Cole is a mild mannered administrative assistant in a bustling office. By night, she shuts out the world of reality and enters...the realm of erotic romance and fantasy. Living for an exhilarating plot and wickedly delicious sex scenes, there is nothing too outrageous or off limits for this slave to eroticism; in fact, the naughtier the encounter, the better.

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  After reading a number of erotic romances I got the bright idea it might be fun to write one. Seems I possess a talent to tell a lascivious tale. Regardless of the steamy sexy stories I create, for me it’s all about true love and happily-ever-after, or a reasonable facsimile—the guy must get the girl in the end.

  On those rare occasions when I manage to steal some spare time, I read. When not sweating over the laptop tapping to keep up with my over-active imagination, I squeeze in running, cycling, trips to the gym and occasionally shoot pool. Above everything else, I cherish time spent with my family and friends.

  Currently I make my home in a small city in South-western Ontario and just enjoy life.

  A simple girl with simple indulgences, that’s me. I listen to rock music, enjoy expensive cognac and oh, I’ve never met a cooki
e I didn’t like!

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  About the Le Club d’Esclavage Series

  Book I: At the Dungeon Master’s Hand

  Available in ebook from Lyrical Press, Inc.

  Book II: A Toy for Two

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  Book III: Yes, My Mistress

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