His Devil's Heat

by Linzi Basset

  “I guess sex pays well, huh? I also guess the Agency isn’t going to cover those fees?”

  “You are deep under cover, Courtney. You already know the answer.”

  “So, if the bust is successful, then I’ll get a refund from the agency?”

  “I can’t promise anything, but we could try.”

  “And from the club?”

  “What do you mean?”

  “Well, I’ll only be joining to get deeper into the syndicate, not for my own fucking pleasure! Once the bust is done, I won’t be back there.”

  “Hmm . . . that’s something we’ll have to discuss with Ruark when the time comes. We can’t inform anyone of your identity at this stage. The one good thing about this, Agent Sears, is that we’ll be there every time, so you will be safe.”

  She stiffened as a thought crossed her mind.

  “You said you are Senior Masters.” They nodded. “Does that mean you will . . . take part in my . . . training?”

  Both faces broke out in wide smiles, the prospect was clearly something they found entertaining, making Courtney glower.

  “No. Fucking. Way.”

  “Yes, fucking way. And the first thing we will teach you, little sub, is to stop cursing.”

  Courtney’s cell phone rang and she dug it out of her pants pocket. The name appearing on the screen elicited a groan.

  “It’s him.”

  She flicked her finger over the screen activating the call. “Lover boy . . . I miss you, Babe.”

  Sloan and Hagan’s jaws dropped to the floor when her voice turned husky and sensual, causing their blood to head south and their cocks to harden instantaneously. They rocked uncomfortably in their chairs. Neither had felt a physical reaction toward her. Not once in the many years she had worked for them.

  “Fuck me!”

  “Ditto!”

  Courtney singed them with a fiery stare, but continued her husky, flirty conversation with the man on the phone. She let out a heavy sigh when she ended the call.

  “He got us an invitation to attend the Pirate’s Ball this Friday at the Alpha Club. Where is this place?”

  “Club Alpha Cove is on David’s Island.”

  “Ruark Greer? Oh fuck! I am so screwed! I never made the connection! Oh hell!”

  “Now what?”

  “My sister is engaged to Jason Barrett.”

  “Lindsey? That Lindsey is your sister? Engaged to Ruark’s cousin? Well, well, well.”

  “What does that mean?”

  “I would have never guessed. You two are like night and day.”

  “Yeah . . . no shit, Sherlock.”

  “I’m going to enjoy training you, little sub. I can just imagine you on that spanking bench, begging me while I punish you for every curse you utter.”

  “You’re missing the damn point! Lindsey and Jason will be there on Friday night and other nights! They are not supposed to know who I am!”

  Sloan nodded. “Of course. I’ll have a chat with Jason.” He shook his head and mumbled, “I can’t believe we did not realize Lindsey was your sister.”

  “You know why I protected her identity, Sloan, and she needs to know. While I’m there, no contact with me, whatsoever. Not even eye contact, unless we are introduced to each other.”

  “I’ll lay down the rules, Courtney, relax. We realize this will be difficult for you, but we are so close now. He trusts you completely.”

  Yes, he does. But at what cost to me if it continues longer than another week or two?

  The longer they spent at that damn BDSM club, the deeper she would be forced to fall. She shuddered at just the thought of allowing that douche bag intimate access to her body.

  Devlon Sanders was a commanding and attractive man - tall and lean, with strong, corded muscles. He had the look of a suntanned surfer with his dark blond hair and broad white smile. He was two years younger than she was, but he hadn’t realized that. His hands were more than capable of arousing a woman all right, but Courtney could not get past who he really was. The firm strokes of his hand made shivers run down her body when he touched her. They were not signs of arousal as he imagined, but rather disgust at being forced to allow it.

  She hated it when he started to caress and kiss her. There was no way she would be able to spread her legs for him. No fucking way!

  She shuddered when she allowed her mind to drift back to the scene at the club they went to, two nights ago. He had kept it playful, so she had no recourse but to drape herself over that damn spanking bench lest he mistook her panic for eagerness. She had not expected him to tie her down, so before she knew it, her hands and ankles were immobilized. She struggled to withhold the scream of rage that tickled her throat.

  Having worn a short miniskirt, she gritted her teeth as he easily ran his hands over the roundness of her ass and in between her thighs.

  “Now, now, Babe . . . don’t spoil everything. You know that is off limits right now,” her voice was raspy, not from the need that he imagined, but from the anger of feeling his hands between her legs.

  “Hmm . . . so much heat coming from down there, my darling. Soon! For now, . . . let’s have some fun.”

  “I-I am scared, Babe! I don’t like to be tied down! W-w-what are you g-g-going to do.” She stammered with a tiny, helpless and scared voice.

  She could actually feel his chest swell as he chuckled. Bastard!

  “No need to be scared, darling. Just a little spanking with a paddle. I promise, I will only warm your ass. I won’t even lift your skirt.”

  Thank the Lord for small favors!

  He kept to his word and paddled her ass ten times with only a soft to medium impact. Courtney felt the sensation of each slap rush directly to her clit, which had started to pulse with need by the fourth hit. She clenched her jaw and grit her teeth. Lord, have mercy! She needed to come!

  Damn him for knowing it too!

  As soon as the tenth strike was complete, he stepped closer and stroked her ass. She had been trying to catch her breath and desperately clamped her thigh muscles tight, her pulsing clit begging for release. Courtney had gasped when his fingers moved beneath her panty line. Ignoring her angry huff, he stroked her wet lips with a chuckle and pressed his fingers inside her. She jerked.

  “No. Untie me!”

  “Ah, no, darling. It would be remiss of me not to give you what you need at this point.”

  And he did. He rubbed her clit expertly and she exploded, her cry at the unwanted climax spurring him on to keep rubbing her, prolonging her pleasure.

  Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit!

  Courtney had been placed undercover as a model for the Da Vinci Fashion House in an effort to infiltrate a drug smuggling ring. Devlon Sanders, one of the key players in the Syndicate, noticed her almost immediately and he began dating her. He was a high flyer who ran Nationwide Logistic Company, which dealt exclusively with the De Vinci house. His business was used as part of the drug distribution for the Syndicate.

  Courtney accepted the undercover assignment with the full realization that it could lead to intimacy that she did not want. At the same time, she knew it might be necessary to ensure that his trust in her continued to grow. To this point, she had managed to keep contact limited to above the waist, claiming she needed time to get to know him first. She played the beguiling, sensual, innocent part well. He accepted it as such and told her that someone so precious was worth waiting for.

  They had been dating for three months and he became considerably more relaxed around her, even taking calls from Syndicate members in her presence. His responses were guarded and one-sided. Her FBI training, however, allowed her to be able to read between the lines and she had been key in a number of arrests.

  The Syndicate was troubled by the number of busts and placed a great deal of pressure on Devlon, urging him to solve their problem. In turn, he became more demanding. When he took her to the private BDSM club in Manhattan, she was secretly in Seventh Heaven. At long last, she got to go inside on
e of those clubs. She had always found sex lacking and knew that she needed something more. Courtney even tried to get her asshole of a husband to give her more, but of course, he accused her of being a slut for wanting kinky stuff like that! Little wonder their marriage did not survive long after that.

  Her sister, Lindsey, became involved with Jason Barrett, cousin of the renowned businessman, Ruark Greer. People in the Lifestyle referred to him as the King of the BDSM scene, because he was so respected as the Chairman of the Global BDSM Forum. Through them, Courtney had learned what the Lifestyle entailed and it intrigued her. It made her crave that which had been missing in her life. Freedom to express and act to your deepest desires and needs. Some of the things she had seen when they walked through the club that night made her cringe. Other activities made her so wet that she had to clench her thighs together to keep her juices from running down her legs.

  Devlon had taken advantage of her reaction and that was how he had managed to get her draped over the spanking bench.

  At the same time, she had always declined previous invitations from Lindsey to join them at the club. She was an FBI agent. Sex clubs were off limits If only she had known! Her own bosses were members at what was apparently the most exclusive BDSM club in the US.

  Sloan glanced at Hagan as soon as Courtney left their office and asked with a frown, “Do you think we should warn Ruark?”

  “No. The fewer people who know, the better - both for him and for everyone at the club. You know what he’s like. The moment he sees Courtney and realizes the danger she could be in, he would turn into all macho male protection mode and everything would be lost.”

  “Do you think Sanders chose Club Alpha Cove for a reason?”

  “I thought about that, yeah. He must have a contact to have wrangled an invite to the Pirate’s Ball.”

  “Could be they chose the club to become a meeting place. Away from all eyes. Private island. Utmost secrecy.”

  “Fuck! You’re right. I didn’t think that far. We might be closer than we think, Sloan. Much closer!”

  “Our little Courtney sure did well. How about that damn sexy voice of hers? Bowled me over!”

  “No joke. I still have a hard-on!” Hagan looked at Sloan speculatively. “Are we really going to partake in her training?”

  “Hell yeah! I can’t wait to spank that ass of hers!”

  “Are you looking to make her our sub?”

  Sloan frowned and then chuckled, after a while.

  “No, but I know someone who would be perfect for her.”

  Hagan looked at Sloan and saw the glitter in his eyes. Realization hit instantaneously.

  “Hell, yes! Perfect, Bud! Perfect!” Then he frowned and said, pensively, “You do know he is a bit of a sadist?”

  “Yeah, but I don’t believe our little Courtney is just a reluctant submissive, but likely a bit of a masochist as well.”

  “You could be right. She is one hell of a tough cookie.”

  Sloan picked up his cell phone and dialed Jason’s number. After the usual back and forth ribbing, Sloan became serious.

  “Jason, we have a problem. You know Lindsey’s sister is with us?”

  “Yeah?” The question was clear in his voice.

  “She is currently deep under cover and we need your help.”

  “Shoot.”

  “She has infiltrated a drug ring and is dating one of the key players as part of her cover. He wants them to join Club Alpha Cove.”

  “Oh fuck!” Jason was not happy and it was evident in his explosive response.

  “They will be at the Pirate’s Ball on Friday and we have talked her into getting the man to join the training program.”

  “Are you crazy? We’ve tried to get her to go with us hundreds of times! She’s always balked. BDSM is not her scene, Sloan.”

  “Come on now, Bud. Think carefully. I did a little test. That firebrand of a future sister-in-law of yours is a natural sub.”

  Jason was quiet for a bit and then sighed, acknowledging what he too had already realized.

  “What do you need me to do?”

  “First, do not tell Ruark. You know what he’s like and he would insist on protecting her at the club. The fewer people that know, the better. We wouldn’t even have told you, if it hadn’t been for Lindsey.”

  “You do realize you’ll be at the mercy of his wrath when he does find out, right?”

  “Acknowledged, but we’ll deal with it then. You need to talk to Lindsey. She has to realize how critical it is that she does not acknowledge Courtney. She must act as if she has never seen her before and does not know her from a bar of soap. Courtney will have our heads if something happens to her little sister.”

  “And how, exactly, am I supposed to get her to agree to that? Those two are very close.”

  “It’s either that or keep her away from the club until we bust the Syndicate.”

  “Hell! In how much danger is Courtney, Sloan?”

  “It is a drug ring, Jason. If her cover is blown, she is a dead woman.”

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  Club Wicked Cove

  A spin-off series from Club Alpha Cove.

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  Club Wicked Cove is a very exclusive, underground BDSM club on a farm located thirty miles outside of Jacksonville, Texas, on the banks of Lake Jacksonville. It’s a place where people go to escape and lose themselves in their own kinks and pleasure. In such a small, close-knit community, people treasure their privacy, therefore they wear masks, wigs and even colored contacts to ensure their identities remain intact.

  Colt Fargo is the owner of Fargo Produce, one of the most successful farms in Texas. He’s also the owner of the club, which stands on the outskirts of his farm on a separate plot of land. No one associates him with the club, which suits his need for plausible deniability.

  Club Wicked Cove is a series woven around Colt, his best friend and co-owner of the club, Nolan Shaffer, along with four of their friends, Parnell, Seth, Kent and Jay. Colt’s dark past and the Occiphinti crime family wove an evil web around the club and its Masters. Each to be challenged in a different way as violence, sex and death scattered their paths to happiness.

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  Club Wicked Cove Series – Book 1.

  Chapter One

  “I see Lady Silver is back again,” Nolan grumbled as he watched the brutal flogging and whipping taking place in one of the private rooms in the dungeon. Shaking his head, he turned away listening to an update from his second in charge.

  The automatic door lock to the security control room hissed and clicked open admitting the presence of a large man into the room. Anyone not familiar with Colt Fargo was taken aback the first time they set eyes on him. His towering stature beggared belief.

  Powerful, Nolan thought, as he watched Colt’s biceps ripple under the snug black shirt. He was perfectly proportioned for his enormous size.

  Having a big friend was beneficial to Nolan when they were at school together. Seeing as he, himself, was a late bloomer, all Colt had to do was appear by his side and the bullies disappeared.

  Nolan flashed him a wide smile and snorted facetiously, “It’s about time you got your lazy ass back here.”

  “Can it, Nol.”

  Nolan smiled at the gruff rebuke that rumbled from the
big man’s throat - his usual countenance. He and Colt Fargo had been friends for as long as he could remember. Their fathers had been schoolmates and as a result, the two of them had grown up attached at the hip since the day they were born.

  Colt had been away for a two-week break in New York to attend the wedding of a friend named Ryder Whitmore. Ryder was one of the co-owners at Club Alpha Cove, along with Colt’s cousin, Quade Cutter. Colt's farm and the club kept him on the go twenty-four/seven. Since his divorce two years ago, he hadn’t taken a break and Nolan was glad he took the time to go away.

  Nolan Shaffer, along with Colt, are co-owner at Club Wicked Cove. He also acted as head of security. With a shrug, he rumbled a quick rundown on the evening so far. A deep frown formed between his brows as he glanced back to the scene he’d been staring at on the monitors.

  “Problem?”

  Nolan shook his head. “No, not really. They’re keeping within the boundaries of the scene she asked for, but fuck . . .”

  Colt looked closer and a harsh expletive croaked from his throat. “Why the fuck isn’t she safewording out?”

  “Because it’s what she asks for every time she comes here,” Nolan responded.

  “What? Who is she?”

  “She’s a new member,” Nolan explained. “She came on recommendation from Dom Eagle. I verified all the background checks from previous clubs that she attended in Seattle. All of them reported that she had been an asset, but mostly kept to herself. She only did scenes with sadists and then left immediately after the scenes.”

  “That’s a red flag, Nolan,” Colt muttered with annoyance. “Why is it I don’t I know about her?”

  “She joined the week you left. She’s been here four times, every time demanding the same scene. She strips down to her panties, is tied face down and spread eagle on the bed and is then whipped simultaneously by two sadists.”

  “And you allow this?”

  “It’s what she wants, Colt.”

  “Does she get fucked afterward?”

  Nolan shook his head, and Colt’s cheeks bulged with anger.