He nibbled her ear and rubbed the heat of his solid erection against her bottom, stretching the moment until he would take her eager pussy again. She was hot and wet and couldn’t wait to feel his full possession. He continued to tease her, rubbing his cock erotically against her backside as her arousal escalated. He played with her wet pussy and stroked her heated flesh with his rigid length. She was becoming desperate to have him fill her.
Finally, when she thought she couldn’t endure his teasing another moment, he thrust his hard cock deep into her and began rocking her to oblivion. Small electric shocks tingled up her spine and to the tips of her fingers and toes as he made her body soar. As she was losing reason, he pounded into her hot, steamy channel, and she felt her muscles convulse around his shaft. They both soared as his cock pounded her, and her pussy pulsed with rippling waves of exquisite pleasure. They floated down from the heights as their heartbeats returned to normal, and they drifted contentedly back to sleep.
* * * *
The next morning, Logan went out into the loft to his office and called Jack Brown in Florida. They had been friends and hung out at Le Club together before the bachelor auction the year before.
“Hey, Jack. I hear from Barb that you’re tying the knot. Fell off the bachelor train, did you?”
“Yeah. And I’m glad I did. What’s up with you? You’re on my wedding list. Have you gotten your invitation yet?”
“No, not yet. I was going to ask if Melodie and I could crash your wedding.” He explained what had happened at the tree lighting the day before. “I hope it’s not going to become news fodder, but I think we need to get out of town. My stalker—you may remember the woman who won the bid on me at the auction—is still on the loose. I’m worried about Melodie.”
“So, Melodie is the woman who was stabbed on the street near your loft a couple years ago?”
“Right. I finally got around to sucking it up and going to see her. We’ve been together since last summer. I know she is the one, Jack. I can’t let anything happen to her.”
“Well, if you can put up with the noise, mess, and workmen from the last of the renovation construction, you’re welcome to come down early. We have plenty of suites that are ready for occupancy, but the finishing touches are still being put on the public areas. The pool and outside are completely finished. We’re still working on the ballroom conversion to a BDSM dungeon and finishing touches on the theme rooms. We only have a skeleton wait and service staff on hand at present.”
“That won’t bother us. I just want to get out of town quietly and disappear for a while. I don’t want to have to register at a hotel that might give up the info. The Entertainment Tonight piece put both our faces out there. I really couldn’t refuse the interview. Nobody much recognized any of the band members before this. Our single and the album are climbing up the charts, and the Rockefeller Plaza show put us on the map with about eleven million viewers.”
“You might want to consider booking Jamie Devereau’s Golden Dolphin cruise to Bermuda. I’m taking Kaylin as the first part of our honeymoon. On New Year’s Day, we’ll be leaving again for a cruise to Cozumel. I don’t know if you can spare that much time away, but the Bermuda leg would be good. The security on that ship is as tight as a flea’s ass. Nobody, and I mean nobody, gets aboard without the proper identification. They have GPS tracking of all passengers and crew, including the ship’s dog. Devereau is pretty amazing.”
“How is Jamie?”
“Ha. He’s married now. Who would have thought that would ever happen? He just bought a house down here, and the ship’s homeport has been moved to Port Everglades. We envision a lot of crossover business between the hotel and the ship.”
“That sounds good. Let me talk to Melodie about it. She won’t want to leave her gallery business for that long, but I’m going to pull the Dom card and insist. Her safety is the most important thing. I don’t think we’ve heard the last of Karin. She’s on the run.”
“Let me know what you want to do, and I’ll make the arrangements on this end.”
* * * *
Melodie could tell by the look on Logan’s face that arguing with him about the trip to Florida would be a waste of effort and might get her a hot butt. He looked like a man on a mission.
“Well, I hadn’t planned to leave so soon, but I guess I can throw some things in a bag, and we can go. I have to call Jasper and let him know.”
“When Jasper finds out what’s happened, he’ll be here to pack your bags. Besides, they have stores in Florida. We can pick up whatever else you might need. Jack is going to reserve us a suite on the Golden Dolphin for a cruise to Bermuda, beginning Christmas day. The ship is reported to be super-luxurious, with BDSM facilities and top-notch security. I think it’s just what we need.”
Logan drove Melodie back to her brownstone so she could begin to pack. The insurance company had had Logan’s SUV repaired, and he had just gotten it back.
“I’ll go online and see what airline reservations I can get. I’ll call you later and let you know. Lock up and set your alarm, and please be careful. I love you.”
“I love you, too. You be careful as well. I think she wants you more than she wants me.” She kissed him and got out of the car, and then he watched her enter the brownstone. She had to admit she was nervously looking for Karin over her shoulder as well. Who knew where she might be, or if she had followed her home over the last months? It was all unknown, and truthfully, she was glad to be getting out of town. A few weeks in Florida would be great.
She packed some of her summer clothes, bathing suits, and her travel painting supplies, including paints and brushes. She could buy canvases in Florida. They would be too bulky to transport. She did have to be reasonable here.
* * * *
Karin was sitting in a fleabag motel in Queens. She’d run from the scene, down the stairs into a subway station, and jumped on the first train out of Dodge. That was close. What had she been thinking? Sixth and Forty-Ninth outside Rockefeller Plaza on tree lighting night?
She had seen the articles in Variety and Rolling Stone, so she knew that Dark Place was on the program. She had waited patiently outside the stage door to see if she could catch one of them, but preferably Logan. She would have loved to catch Logan. If she could only get Logan alone and talk to him without him being able to just get up and walk away from her, she could convince him that she was the one for him.
She had been delighted when the bitch had come out on the sidewalk. She’d thought this was her opportunity to get rid of her, maybe snag her backstage pass, and be able to see Logan. She had been shocked when she’d seen the bitch face-to-face. What was he doing with that scarred mess anyway? She hadn’t noticed the scars before, but then she really had not been up-close-and-personal with her before.
Well, tomorrow was another day. She would have to be more careful now. The police were probably looking for her. She couldn’t afford to be seen. And, dammit, she’d lost her knife.
* * * *
Logan had made reservations for first-class flights and for a limo to take them to the airport on Friday morning. They wouldn’t be returning until a few days after New Year’s, if all went well. He had talked to Billie about the few things that still needed to be ironed out for the tour. He could handle it. People didn’t take Billie seriously enough, and frankly, that was his intention. In addition to being a first-class keyboard man and backup vocalist, he had actually graduated from college with a B.A. in Business Administration and had begun work on a Master’s before the band had started to take off. He just didn’t want it known.
Now, Logan was helping to carry Melodie’s luggage out of the brownstone to the limo at the curb. “What do you have in here? Rocks?”
“No, smarty. Clothes, paints and brushes.” She gave him a coy look. “And bathing suits.”
“Well, in that case—all-righty then.”
“I knew you’d see it my way.”
“Don’t forget where we’re goin
g, subbie—BDSM hotel, dungeons, theme rooms. Don’t think that just because I didn’t bring my toy bag that your butt is safe.” He leaned down and kissed her hard. “All I need is my knee and the palm of my hand.” Her eyes popped wide, and he laughed. God, he was relieved to be getting out of town.
* * * *
Karin had watched Logan come out of the loft with two suitcases and get into the limo. It hadn’t taken her much more time to jog to that bitch Melodie Buxton’s brownstone than it had taken the limo to drive there. Well, she’d seen the piece on Entertainment Tonight several times now, and she knew the bitch’s name.
She watched from down the street as luggage was brought out of the brownstone and loaded into the trunk of the car. Clearly, they were leaving town. How could she find out where they were going? She wished she could get closer and possibly overhear their conversation, but it wouldn’t do to get caught now. She had to make a plan.
What if…she managed to get into the bitch’s gallery? She bet she could find some travel itinerary or something there. Melodie’s pansy assistant would probably know as well. She’d watch the gallery for an opportunity. Maybe she could pose as a client, ask about the painting in the window. Something.
Chapter Nine
In the Hawk-Buxton Suite at The Black Dahlia Hotel, Fort Lauderdale Beach, Florida, Friday late morning, December 4, 2015
Melodie looked around in delight. The suite was very comfortable and roomy, with beautiful new linens and furnishings. The view from the balcony out to the beach was gorgeous, and the pool was beautiful, with a lazy river feature for floating on rafts and rubber tubes through landscaped areas and waterfalls. Their early-morning flight from JFK had been uneventful, and they had caught a cab to the hotel. When they arrived, Melodie had overheard Logan calling the detective they had talked to on Wednesday to let him know they would be out of town and how to reach them.
“Have they found her yet?”
“No, but apparently a stolen dark-blue van that had been in a collision and was abandoned in Queens around the date of our accident has been located in the police impound lot. They are sending a forensics team out to look it over for evidence.”
“Well, that’s something, anyway. I wish this were over. I hate having it hanging over our heads. I feel like a refugee.” Then she looked around the suite. “A very lucky refugee, I have to say.”
“Come here.” He waited patiently for her to get up and come to him, and then he pulled her into his arms, gave her a tight hug, and kissed her softly. “It will be fine. You’ll be safe here. We didn’t put anything on the website about my being out of town. Let’s relax for a little while and then take a look around. I want to find Jack if he’s here and say thank you for letting us come down early. I know it’s an inconvenience for his staff.”
“Sounds like a plan. I’d love to see the dungeon.”
“Me too, but it’s not open yet.”
“Oh. I guess we’ll have to play here, Master.”
“I guess we will, subbie.”
* * * *
Logan had a surprise for Melodie. He had not brought along his big, very organized rolling toy bag, but he had packed a few of his favorite toys for their enjoyment. And while the dungeon at the hotel was not open yet, Jack had invited them to use the facilities at The Black Iris Club in the penthouse of his office building downtown. Barbara Brown had told him it was very well done and that the theme rooms were exquisite. Also, there was an excellent restaurant on the first floor of the building. He thought they’d go out for dinner tonight and then take a trip upstairs.
“Look, Logan. Here is the booklet Dane was telling us about, Black Dahlia Hotel Pleasure Club Rules. It explains the rubber bracelet system to determine personal ‘hard limits’ that he mentioned when he gave us our GPS bracelets.”
The manager, Dane Dunross, had explained the rubber bracelet system when they arrived and told them that there was an explanatory booklet in the suite. He had explained that the wide, white bracelet embossed with “The Black Dahlia Hotel” in gold letters contained personal identification and permitted entry to the top floor where the BDSM club was located as well as a GPS chip. For security purposes, guests could be located at a moment’s notice. The GPS system was undergoing beta testing at the present time and was not fully operational. He told them that they might be used as tracking subjects to refine the system, and asked if they minded. Logan had said of course not, that they appreciated the early check-in.
Under the bracelet system, the Dominants—Doms or Dommes—wore one black band. Subs wore green bands, and non-participants wore red bands. The thin, brightly colored rubber bracelets worn on the right wrist indicated to what extent staff or guests participated in the sexual activities at the hotel.
The staff were not required to participate but were free to do so if they wished. All staff and guests signed confidentiality agreements before coming to work at the hotel or registering as guests. Since all the public BDSM sexual activities took place on the top floor, which was heavily secured, anyone accidently walking into the hotel would have no idea of what went on there. The occasional walk-ins would be told the hotel was fully booked. All in all, it looked like everything was very well organized and controlled.
Melodie skimmed through the booklet. “The thinner colored rubber bracelets signify different hard limits—green bands for no anal play, red bands for no extreme whipping, purple bands for no extreme bondage, orange bands for no fire play, yellow bands for no blood or knife play, etcetera.” She shuddered. “Blood and knife play—definitely not for me.”
She looked through the rest of the material in the envelope. “There are two complete sets of bands and a list explaining all the colors. That is very clever. A person could just put out there what they like without having to be embarrassed.”
“A sub should never be embarrassed with her Dom. You’re not embarrassed with me, are you?” He had been worried about that, since she was so new to BDSM.
“No. Well, sometimes. But some subs might not know their Doms before they get here.”
“That’s true. I understand some clubs book group packages that may include singles. The guys would love this. Maybe we’ll do our own group thing after the six-city tour is over.”
“Pansy would love it, too, but that’s mean, Logan.” She giggled. “Would you really turn the terrible foursome loose on this unsuspecting establishment?”
He grinned. “Sure. Baptism by fire. Although, Jack is being very nice by letting us come in before the grand opening. I’m looking forward to meeting his fiancée. Barb Brown doesn’t seem to be too enthusiastic, but Jack is crazy about her. If I remember, they had broken up when we participated in Barb’s charity bachelor auction, where I met Karin.”
“That right there is a good reason to never do that again. I am a little scared of Barbara Brown, but I really like Ross. He and I always have a ton of stuff to talk about.”
“So I noticed. And I think it got you a hot butt, too.”
“Well, that wasn’t fair. We were actually talking about the stock market, and he gave me a couple of tips.”
“That cute little finger wave had nothing to do with stock tips.” He knew his little green monster was poking his head out of his hole, and he decided to change the subject. “How about a nice dinner out at the steakhouse in Jack’s building? Morrison’s I think. And then we can check out his club.”
He had already made dinner reservations and a theme room reservation. Barb had recommended the French theme room with a bottle of chilled champagne and a tray of hors d’oeuvres. That sounded good to him, and he knew Melodie would love it. It sure didn’t hurt to insert a little romance into the proceedings. He grinned to himself—along with the other insertions.
“That sounds good. Can we go down to the pool? I can’t wait to get my December-chilled body laid out on a chaise in the sun.”
“Sure, babe. We’ll check in at the office on our way out and look for Jack.”
They ch
anged into bathing suits, Melodie packed a tote bag, grabbed a cover-up, and they headed for the pool. Jack Brown was just leaving to return to his office in the JDB Building, and they agreed to meet him and Kaylin for dinner at Morrison’s and then to go up to The Black Iris Club together.
* * * *
Once they had claimed a comfy, dark-blue canvas double chaise lounge and settled in next to the big, bright-blue pool, Logan rolled Melodie over and kissed down the indention along her spine. Then he gave the cute butt that was barely covered by her bikini bottoms a friendly smack. “Let me put sunscreen on your back. I’d hate for you to get a sunburn the first day.” He began to massage the sweet-smelling lotion into her warm skin.
“Mmmm. Thanks, Logan. That feels good.” When he had finished, she said, “Let me return the favor.”
He lay back and rolled over. She straddled his lower back and began massaging the slick oil into his skin. He felt the warmth from her center against the small of his back. The feeling of moist heat was very erotic. If they hadn’t been on the pool deck with construction workers walking in and out of the building, he would have flipped her over, stripped her naked, and had his wicked way with her. She never failed to get his engine revving, and it was usually jump-started by the simplest thing—a look, a touch, her melodious giggle. She was endlessly fascinating to him.
After they had baked in the hot sun for a while, he got up, pulled her from the chaise and walked to the edge of the pool. He picked her up in his arms and stepped off the edge. He had expected the water to at least be cool, but it was as warm as a womb, although the air and brisk breeze were a welcome contrast. When he was standing against the pool coping and her legs were wrapped around his waist, he brought his mouth down on hers. The kiss was soft and tentative, but when she put her arms around his neck and plastered her wet breasts against his chest, it heated up. He wouldn’t be surprised to see steam rising off their skin.
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