by Silk, Nicole
A wide grin spread over his face, “It’s a secret. Delicious, isn’t it?”
She nodded, suddenly feeling warmth spread through her as if the concoction held brandy. She asked, “Does it have alcohol in it?”
He shook his head, “It’s laced with aphrodisiacs.”
Her gaze flew to the remaining quarter cup of liquid in her cup, “You drugged me?”
He laughed and shook his head, “It’s from a root overseas. It’s not an illegal or harmful drug. It’s actually classified as homeopathic medicine.”
A tingling began between her legs. At first, it was so slight that she thought it had to be her imagination but it grew steadily stronger. She squirmed and asked, “How long does this last?”
He put his own cup down and grabbed her hand. The heat of his touch made her breath hang. He pulled her from the chair and said, “It’ll get worse before I put that flame out.”
She jogged behind him down the expanse of hallway in order to keep up and said breathlessly, “You may have to pull over.”
A wild look had crept over Zach’s face. He skidded to a stop at the huge oak doors, looking right and left before his hand shot out to tumble flowers and vase to the floor. Viewing this act propelled Faith into the wild zone too. The moment that her fingers curled around his arm, he pulled her into his arms and seated her on the small table where the flowers had previously been.
With single-minded intent, he almost tore her clothes off. The table was pushed aside in their frantic movements before he was fucking her so hard that the picture to her right jumped on the wall. Neither Faith nor Zach was aware that they were being watched. The previous owners of an adult sex shop along with a Dom watched every frenzied movement of the couple.
One of the women spoke up and said, “Terri, I think we have a hit. That coffee made from guano is brilliant.”
The other woman nodded and glanced toward the Dom, “We’ll have to experiment with the dosage or someone may get arrested for indecent exposure.”
He grinned, nodding as he said, “Or simply use it at parties as an after dinner coffee.”
Her eyes widened, “That would cause an orgy.”
“But of course it would.” He directed the first woman who’d spoken, “Go get us some of that bat shit coffee with the same dosage they just drank.”
The woman nodded, slipping through an inner door to access the kitchen. The two remaining watched Zach slide Faith to the floor, brace his arm above her shoulder, and fuck her even harder. She dug her nails into the braided rug beneath them and let a low moan waft through the air.
The Dom shook his head, “They’ve completely forgotten that they’re within viewing range.”
The first woman reappeared with the coffee, bringing with her a man bearing a remarkable resemblance to Zach. The Dom grinned at Luke, “Will you be trying the new blend?”
“I’ve already beat you to it, Jacob.”
The Dom nodded respectfully and told the dark-haired beauty currently sipping the brew, “Go with him. It’s time that you two focused on togetherness.”
Terri nodded and glanced at Luke, “Will you take a bike or vehicle?”
“Vehicle. Let’s go.”
The two left the room to exit through an alternate route. Zach had finished but Faith was reluctant to let him go. He pulled out of her, standing and looking around as reality sank back into place. She scrambled off the floor, hissing, “Holy shit, I’m fucking horny!”
He nodded and pulled her toward the front door, “That’s some potent shit. We may want to skip the donut shop.”
They quickly straddled his bike and headed toward the shoe shop. When they arrived, the place looked like an abandoned strip mall in the middle of nowhere. She frowned, “How does this place stay in business?”
“Elite clientele.”
She nodded as she entered the long empty corridor. He led her deep within the building, finally producing a key. Once they were inside, she turned in a circle and took in the huge serpent painting that climbed along one wall. A huge glass unit of shelves spread over the wall across from it. Inside, boots were displayed on the bottom while black- and diamond-encrusted jewel serpents marched across the top shelf.
The place spoke of class and wealth. Hearing voices directly outside the door, they turned as Terri entered with Luke behind her. Faith almost fainted right then. She’d idolized Luke, reading every scrap of media information about him, since she was thirteen. She had developed a major crush. For five long years, she’d dreamed of meeting him.
He grinned at the look on her face and thrust his hand out, “Hello, Faith, how are you?”
She stammered something before forcing out, “Great! I can’t believe it’s you!”
Practically dancing in place, she tried to contain her excitement as he asked, “How’s my brother treating you?”
She nodded as her eyes practically twinkled, “I couldn’t ask for a better birthday present.”
“You don’t need to ask but Zach’s services are not the only present this year. The coffee you just consumed will be named after you and represent The Jeweled Serpent as a specialty. Did Zach tell you that he’s been assigned to be your full-time bodyguard slash trainer?”
Faith’s gaze flew to Zach who was grinning from ear to ear. She squealed and jumped into his arms but he said, “That’s not all. Come with us.”
The brothers led her out of the shop and further into the mall area. She followed them through a door into what appeared to have been a theater. It had been transformed into an apartment. Zach pulled her into his arms and said, “I can be a shit sometimes, Faith, but will you stay here with me, share my bed, and learn everything you can from me?”
To think that she was actually moving into this place with Zach was overwhelming but she ignored the surreal feeling and quickly nodded. Luke smiled as Becca suddenly appeared. Faith broke free of Zach’s arms to give her mother a hug, “Thank you so much. Can you finally tell me about your promotion?”
Becca nodded, “The Jeweled Serpent is expanding. I’ll be opening up a shoe shop in Illinois. Hopefully, we can open up another branch of Serpent in Michigan by next year.”
Luke nodded, “I think we can. Your mother will visit frequently. In the meantime, we own this mall and everything in it. One of the shops will serve as a storage area for product. You guys will be here most of the time so it is your responsibility to protect the product and direct the shipping.”
Both nodded. Luke continued, “There will be times when new or test product arrives and you will be asked to use it and report everything you know, regardless of how graphic the information is. Do you understand?”
Faith giggled, blushing as she waved a hand in front of her face, “I still can’t believe this is happening. This has got to be the best job in history.”
Zach nodded, “You can say that again.”
Luke handed her an envelope containing a credit card and thick layer of rubber-banded cash. Zach’s finger came into her line of sight before it disappeared under her chin. He closed her mouth as he said, “Luke, can you give us about thirty minutes?”
Luke burst out laughing and nodded, explaining to Becca, “They drank the bat shit coffee this morning.”
Faith jerked, “The what!?!”
Becca shrieked laughter at her daughter’s horrified expression. Zach couldn’t take his eyes off Faith and was obviously trying to keep his hands off her. Luke touched Becca’s elbow and motioned toward the door, “I need to meet with you if you have a moment.”
She nodded, knowing he was trying to give the couple time. Zach looked as if he wouldn’t stop even with Faith’s own mother in the room. When they were outside of the apartment, walking down the corridor, Becca said, “They look like they’re getting along great.”
Luke nodded, “Zach discreetly investigated her before agreeing. I think he fell in love with her before he even met her.”
Thrilled, Becca nodded, “Faith looked completely besotted
too.”
***
Within the apartment, Zach had backed Faith up against the sofa. She slapped at his chest, “Why didn’t you tell me that I was drinking bat poop?”
He laughed and grabbed her wrist, “It won’t hurt you. Besides, you said it was excellent.”
Her mouth opened in a mock-dry heave before her lip curled, “Ewww!”
His grinning mouth lowered to hers, “Just forget about it and enjoy.”
Her ass slid down the back of the sofa as he toppled them over it. She wrapped her legs around his hips and thrust her fingers into his hair. His teeth nipped her neck as he said, “There is so much that you can learn, Faith.”
“Like what?”
He rose to look down at her, “Like how to be a good sub.”
Frowning, she innocently asked, “What’s a sub?”
“It means that you submit your will to me. We talk about what is allowed and not allowed; safe words that encourage, slow down, and stop activity; and agree to certain rules and punishments.”
Seeing confusion settle on her face, he continued, “I would take care of your every whim. You would do whatever I say without question. It’s a matter of power and control. You hold a lot of power even though you might not think you do.”
She still didn’t get it so he stood, pulling her up with him before he said with a commanding tone, “Get on your knees before me with your chin to your chest.”
She immediately did as he said. His voice softened, “This is called presenting yourself to me. If told to do this, as a sub, you will be in this position when I enter a room. You will not make eye contact unless I tell you to look at me.”
“Why?”
“Because some women get off on Doms ruling their world, Faith. You’ll understand as you learn. You can stand now.”
She looked up at him as she stood. He stepped close to her, invading space but not touching, and asked with an attitude she’d never seen him wear, “Is this something that turns you on, Faith?”
Hooking an ankle at the back of his thigh, she laced her fingers at the back of his neck and would have climbed him if he hadn’t stopped her. Before she had a chance to ask what he was doing, he shoved his fingers into her hair and bent over. Her knees hit the floor as his other hand scooped her wrists together as he rose again.
The motion trapped her once again on her knees before him but, this time, he’d pointedly placed himself in a superior role. She nodded and answered, “Yes, that definitely turns me on.”
He tugged her hair sharply as he breathed, “I want to bounce your forehead off my balls.”
Her jaw dropped when he released her wrists to unzip his pants. She tried to help him before finally wrapping her fingers around his shaft. He laid her back to the floor, kneeling over to fuck her face.
From Faith’s vantage point, Zach towered above her. The very position put him in a controlling role. She squirmed under him as he thrust his cock into her throat repeatedly. His fingers slipped down her lower stomach in search of her slit. She moaned, creating a staccato sound that made him grin.
As he fingerfucked her, he listed all the toys he planned to use on her. By the time he’d reached the fifth one, she bit him. He hissed, thrusting into her mouth as his cock swelled. She sucked him hard, as he’d informed her to earlier, and swallowed him down when he exploded. He sank sideways to the floor. She nibbled up his stomach and over his chest, finally asking as she neared his ear, “How was that?”
He laughed, “I love how you learn so fast!”
She blurted out, “I love you.”
Her eyes widened as she slapped a hand over her mouth. Zach froze for a split second before pulling her into his arms, “That’s a fucking relief because I love you too, Faith.”
Revelations
Jeweled Serpent
Book 5
Nicole Silk
Melissa’s secrets were threatening to turn her world upside down. For the last year, she’d entered a stage of her life where nothing seemed to please her. She suspected that Robert Collins, her husband and a Baptist preacher, was looking elsewhere for intimacy. She also thought he didn’t find her sexy any longer. She didn’t feel sexy. She felt completely out of sorts.
One night some months back, she hadn’t been able to sleep. Logging onto the internet, she’d stumbled over a video of a woman being handcuffed before a police officer fucked her roughly from behind over the hood of his cruiser. Melissa’s old fantasies from what seemed like another life were reawakened.
She had always had a weakness for men in any kind of uniform. She’d seen how other women acted around her handsome preacher of a husband. They were attracted to his powerful position. That was part of why she’d married him. He’d changed since their wedding day, almost destroying any love and affection she’d held for him. He could be cold and cruel when she least expected it.
Bored and lonely, Melissa began breaking the law on purpose just to see what would happen. She dressed sexier than usual, shopping for shoes and donning tighter clothing that accentuated her figure. After catching the eye of a particular attractive highway trooper, Melissa’s fantasies had shifted to him.
She thought her slow transition wouldn’t draw attention but family members were sharper than she’d suspected. One Sunday, chagrined and repentant, Melissa stood next to her in-law in church. She hoped Martha, her devout and much older sister-in-law, would forget the issue which she’d previously brought to Melissa’s attention.
The woman had pitched an idea to form an activist group targeting some type of business within the adult industry. Martha believed this business had moved into town, formed a cult, and stolen her daughter.
Melissa remembered the phone conversation, which she’d had with Martha, “The cult leader, this man who calls himself her Dom, goes by Jacob. He said that, from now on, I was to leave my own daughter’s care solely to him. Can you imagine? Terri was there too but she stayed silent. He had the gall to call her his Tigress. It’s a sex cult, Melissa! I won’t stand for it! I need your help in researching and saving my poor daughter from this evil.”
Stealing a glance at Martha, Melissa wondered what the older woman would think if she knew that Melissa had actually been contacted by an elite sex club called The Jeweled Serpent after researching information on Terri. At least, that was how it appeared to have gone down.
After Melissa had spoken with Martha, the woman’s inquiry had fired Melissa’s curiosity all over again. She’d made it a whole week without viewing naughty videos. The minute Melissa’s fingertips had rested on the keyboard, her hand had moved the mouse as if it were a separate hell-bent entity searching for a solution to her inner torment. She’d clicked on the link, eyes widening as the handcuff’s click resounded over the audio and the buxom blonde was folded over the hood of his car.
Two days later, she’d been pulled over by a handsome trooper when she’d burned rubber out of the grocery store. She’d failed to wear her seat belt so he’d given her a ticket, flirting freely the entire time. It was the first time he would write her name but certainly not the last. The way his gaze had roamed to her cleavage as he’d placed pen to paper let her know that he approved of her new wardrobe.
Last Sunday, she was surprised when a French vagrant had found his way into their service. When the sermon was over, an envelope addressed to Melissa Collins was left behind. She’d found instructions to meet him and directions on where to go above a computer link that was a little more than familiar by now. Fearful over her secret emerging, she’d immediately called the number and agreed to meet the French vagrant.
***
Melissa’s mind currently wandered from the prayer that her husband mumbled to the meeting scheduled to take place after the sermon. They were to meet at a rundown house. She glanced at the silver-haired woman at her side once again before her eyes returned to her husband. Being the younger wife of a preacher, she felt as if she was constantly under the microscope but today was worse. Paranoia that
Robert, her husband, would catch her was eased by a readily prepared excuse—Martha had asked for help with her daughter.
Still, she couldn’t let him discover how many times she’d viewed the incriminating link. Standing beside her sister-in-law, she swore she could still hear the metallic click of those handcuffs. Arousal raced through her, almost making her dance in place. Squeezing her eyes tightly shut, she ignored her husband and sent a prayer of her own up to save her naughty soul. Peaking at her neighbor, she hastily added from Martha before jerking her head up when Robert droned a hearty Amen.
Melissa knew how shrewd her husband’s sister, Martha, could be. She’d seen her argue with her daughter over the phone. The elderly woman was controlling and needy. She could completely understand why the woman’s daughter, Terri, would run in the opposite direction. Fortunately, that wasn’t her problem even though Martha had made it Melissa’s when she’d asked for help researching the ‘sex cult’. As her husband stepped from the pulpit, Melissa’s anxiety almost made her hyperventilate.
Robert’s piercing silvery-blue eyes landed on her, beckoning her coldly to join him, before he smiled fondly at his sister. With a heavy sigh, she walked with him down the aisle toward the church entrance. They thanked people for attending the service as they made their way to door. After hearing the parishioners repeatedly tell him what a beautiful sermon he’d delivered, she blurted the same phrase out over and over …Thank you for joining us. Bless you…until she thought she’d retch.
When the last person cleared the door and Martha stepped away for a moment, Melissa nervously turned to Robert and said, “I have a luncheon to attend. Um…I mentioned it last week.”
“Of course, my Dear. Run along.”
His distracted nature made her frown as she turned away. She managed to slip past Martha as the woman spoke with an elderly gentleman. Hurrying to her car, Melissa thought of the empty foreclosed house two lanes over and felt butterflies take flight in her stomach. She thought of Terri, her niece by marriage, and contemplated what her husband would think if he knew that this was to help Martha.