“I like it.” Addison held out her wrist and smiled at the glowing band. “But, why are all my lights white?”
Carly smiled. “Because you have a Dom and a contract, but he’s not with you so white means you’re just watching. White is for voyeur.” She smiled. “You’re playing later tonight though, aren’t you?”
“Yes, when Cade joins me.” Addison pointed at another container on the counter. “Could you give me a club collar, please?”
“Sure.” Carly took one from the box on her desk and handed it over. “You can put your things in your locker. I put your name on one of the VIP lockers yesterday.”
Surprised, Addison moved closer to the counter as she snapped the thin leather collar around her neck, making sure that the club medallion hung from the center. “Did Cade tell you to do that?” she asked, wondering if he was already one step ahead of her.
“No, Luc had me put your name on the locker next to Linda’s. He said to tell you the combination was your father’s birthday.”
Brows flying upward, Addison narrowed her eyes. “Why would Luc force me to share any space with Linda? Is she here tonight?”
“Oh, yes, she’s in the club waiting for Luc and Logan. They’re upstairs in a meeting with Cade, Jackson, and Zane.” She glanced at the clock on the counter. “They should have been out by now.”
Jenna nudged her to get her attention. “Better hurry or you won’t even make it through the door before Cade stops you.” Turning to Carly, she smiled. “See you later, Carly.”
“Will you need a locker of your own, Jenna?”
“No, she can share mine,” Addison said before Jenna could answer.
Winking, Carly giggled. “Have a good time.”
“We intend to,” Jenna said before she turned to Jacob.
“I’ll wait for you in the hallway, Jenna,” Jacob said.
Jenna nodded then followed Addison to the women’s lounge.
“Wow! This is seriously amazing,” Addison said.
Jenna followed her in then stopped and looked around. The carpet was a beautiful silvery gray. The wall with the entrance door and the wall opposite it were covered with mirrors from floor to ceiling. To her right, a wall in a beautiful textured rose color had an archway in the center of it. To her left was a long black marble counter with well-lit makeup mirrors above it. A row of chrome and dark rose high-back barstools sat in front of it.
Addison disappeared through the arch then yelled back to Jenna, “I found my locker.”
Jenna followed the sound of her voice and found Addison shrugging her coat from her shoulders. She placed it on one side of the locker, leaving room for Jenna to add her things.
“Do I look okay?” Jenna asked, kicking off her shoes and placing them in the locker.
“Beautiful, and very sexy. How do I look? Too much showing?” Addison asked.
“No. Just enough to get you in big trouble. You’re still sure about this?” Jenna asked.
“Yes. Absolutely.”
“Okay, then let’s go.”
“You first. I intend to hide behind you and Jacob and then find a seat out of the way and lay low until Cade comes looking for me.”
Laughing, Jenna led the way. “I thought you were going to teach the big bad Dom a lesson.”
“I am, but I want to watch some of the other couples first and see if it makes me as hot and bothered as watching you and Jackson.”
“Well, you better enjoy yourself while you can because I have a feeling Cade is going to catch up to you real soon.”
Jacob was waiting for them in the hallway. He stepped forward and took Jenna’s hand then held it up and twirled her around. “Beautiful, hon,” he said as he tugged her to his side. “Let’s go play.” Looking in Addison’s direction, he gave her a questioning look.
“I’m right behind you. Just find me a place to sit and I’ll stay out of your way, Sir.”
Nodding, he led the way down the hallway to the entrance of the main room of the club. Pushing the door open, he took Jenna’s hand and pulled her into the club. Addison stepped in behind them.
Feeling the lushly padded carpet beneath her feet, Jenna sighed with pleasure then looked around. The club was crowded with subs dressed in a variety of the most beautiful and revealing, lingerie she had ever seen. She found herself gawking at all the colors and designs as she followed Jacob across the room to a raised stage at the end of the room. Seeing a table with several soft upholstered leather chairs sitting off to the right side of the stage, Jenna pointed to it and Addison chose a seat in the shadows.
Jacob lifted Jenna onto the stage. It held a padded leather spanking bench and a chair off to one side. As soon as he let her go Jenna slid to her knees, spread them wide, and then dropped her hands, palms up, to her thighs. She straightened her back, glanced at Addison, winked and grinned, then looked down and waited for Jacob to begin.
Jacob removed his vest and draped it over the chair where he had placed his bag earlier. Opening it, he removed a set of padded cuffs and walked back to Jenna. “Wrists, hon.” Immediately Jenna held up her arms but kept her eyes lowered as Jacob fit the cuffs around her wrists then tested them to make sure they weren’t too tight. “Excellent.” Moving behind her, he slid his hands over her shoulders then down her arms. When he reached her elbows, he nibbled on her neck as he pulled her arms together in front of her and hooked her wrists together.
She shivered when he slid his lips over the sensitive skin of her neck and goose bumps erupted on her arms. When Jacob slid his hands under her arms and lifted her to her feet, she couldn’t stop herself from tipping her head to the side to give him better access. She felt his teeth scrap across her neck as his hands covered her breasts and lifted them from the shelf bra. His fingers closed around her nipples, squeezing then tugging on them as she gasped and the pulse in her neck began to pound. The sounds of people gathering in the darkness around the stage, watching Jacob touch her, was having a surprisingly arousing effect on her. Taking shallow, quick breaths, she had to concentrate to keep from rubbing her ass against Jacob’s leather-clad legs as he moved behind her.
She had thought he would place her on the spanking bench and then get right to it. Instead he was slowly revealing her to the silent watchers as he massaged her breasts and tugged on her nipples until they were red and distended. When his hand slid down her belly, then beneath the lace covering her mound, her knees almost collapsed and she felt his arm tighten and pull her back against him. Without hesitation, she rested her head on his shoulder then tipped her face up until her breath was panting out against his neck.
“Good, hon,” he told her, his voice husky as he pressed his engorged cock into the crack of her ass and tugged her back against him. “Hook your arms around my neck.”
Jenna lifted her arms and slid her cuffed wrists over his head, resting her forearms on his shoulders. The position pushed her breasts out and up as it stretched her torso and forced her up onto her toes. She wondered if somewhere out in the darkness Jackson stood watching them, wanting her.
Jacob’s hands stroked down her arms from her cuffed wrists to her shoulders and goose bumps raced behind his fingers, across her shoulders, then to her breasts. He pinched her nipples before he slid his fingers beneath the lace of her thong. Shivering, she concentrated on the tip of his finger as it slid into her slit, over her clit, pressing hard before spreading the lips of her pussy open. She wiggled and moaned as a gush of cream leaked around the edge of her thong and ran onto her thighs. She wiggled again and he slapped her thigh.
“Be still. You don’t have permission to move.”
Panting, heart beating rapidly, Jenna froze. For a moment he had sounded like Jackson. Opening her eyes, she reoriented herself then forced herself to be still when what she really wanted to do was press her hips forward against his hand. The urge increased when the sounds of the spectators increased and several people moved closer to the stage. Closing her eyes again, she listened. To her left a chair
creaked as someone shifted, and directly in front of her she heard the whisper of satin sliding across nylon. A soft gasp followed by a smothered squeak came from her right and she knew Cade had found Addison.
She froze, and then without realizing it, she began rolling her head back and forth on Jacob’s shoulder while soft moaning cries left her lips as he pinched her clit then swept his hands up to her breasts. The scent of her own arousal filled the air around them as he slid his fingers over her breasts. She stilled, holding her breath, waiting to see what he would do next. When his fingers closed around her nipples, she moaned, needing more, wanting to beg him to increase the pressure until the pain morphed into pleasure. Disappointment flooded through her as he rolled her nipples then released them.
It wasn’t enough. She needed more. Driven by her needs, she wiggled, trying to get her breasts back under his fingers and instead felt a quick slap to her thigh before he moved away from her, taking the warmth of his body with him. Cold air drifted over her back and the insides of her thighs making her shiver as Jacob moved away.
“Come here.”
Turning, she saw him standing by the spanking bench, his hand pointing to it. Walking on steady legs, she moved to him then straddled the bench and lowered herself until her knees rested on the knee pads. Once her knees were in place she bent forward and dropped her belly onto the narrow center brace that allowed her breasts to hang down on either side. With her wrists cuffed, she reached forward and grasped the upright brace in front of her.
She felt Jacob put ankle cuffs on her then secure them to the bench before he wrapped straps around her thighs. He moved around her and unhooked her wrist cuffs. She dropped her forearms to the padded armrests then watched as he attached the wrist cuffs to the bench. She wiggled and he tested the tightness of the restraints. They were too loose, she thought, remembering how tightly Jackson had held her.
“What’s your safeword, hon?”
“Red,” Jenna told him, her mind still on the restraints until she spotted a scene across the room from her where a Dom had a sub suspended in his ropes. A quiver of excitement shook her as goose bumps flowed from her scalp to her ankles.
As Jacob moved behind her again, he tightened a strap over her lower back then slid his fingers down the crack of her ass, following the line of her thong to her soaking wet crotch. His touch pulled her back to their scene and she wiggled, wanting more of his touch, then felt him slap her thigh again.
“Be still.”
Jacob’s words sounded more like a request than a command. Dammit, she thought, Jackson was right. Jacob was sweet but not the kind of Dom she needed. She was aroused, sort of, and she wanted to come, but she wasn’t out of control the way she had been with Jackson. Remembering how he’d controlled her, pinching her nipples and using his belt on her until she’d been squirming with arousal, had her panting and squirming now with the need to experience that again.
Resting her cheek on the padded bench, she felt Jacob run his hands over her rounded butt cheeks as he told her it was a count of ten and he would keep the count. A second later his hand landed on the middle of her right butt cheek followed by another swat to the left cheek, then another, back and forth alternating in a predictable rhythm until he had given her eight swats. There was no real power behind the lightly given swats and her arousal waned as her desperation grew.
She knew her body well enough to know she wasn’t going to be able to give him the response he was expecting. For a moment she wondered if she dared try faking an orgasm. Distracted by her thoughts, she was trying to decide if she could pull it off in front of so many experienced Doms when she realized Jacob had stopped the scene. For some unknown reason, maybe Fate was going to spare her the embarrassment of failing and humiliating not only herself but Jacob as well.
Jenna pulled in a deep breath. Nope, no scent of smoke so the club wasn’t on fire. She listened for a moment. Nope, no yelling so there wasn’t a fight going on somewhere. Opening her eyes she saw Jackson stalking toward the stage, his eyes locked on her, a riding crop in his hand. Damn, she thought as her heart raced with excitement. I’m doomed.
Jackson leapt onto the stage and moved toward the spanking bench. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing with my sub?”
“I wasn’t aware she belonged to you, Jackson,” Jacob told him, for once sounding aggressive.
“She wears my brand. That makes her mine.”
“I haven’t seen a brand.”
“You haven’t looked in the right place then.” Jackson moved to stand next to Jenna, his hand landing on her bare back, claiming her. “It’s on her pussy, right above and to the left of her slit.”
“Jackson! How dare you,” she screeched, then screamed when he swatted her ass with the crop.
“You don’t have permission to speak, angel. I strongly suggest you keep quiet, as every word you say will earn you another lash.”
Turning her head as far as she could, she strained the muscles of her neck and looked up at him. Jackson ran his hand up her back then gently pushed her head down until her cheek rested on the padded bench again. When he crouched down, she looked into his eyes, saw the burning anger there, and wished she hadn’t drawn his attention.
“Scared, angel?”
Nodding, she stared at him.
“I need words.”
“Yes, Sir.” Her voice shook and without thinking she tugged on her wrists, wanting to escape.
“Good, you remembered. And, angel, you should be afraid because I’m in charge now and you only get what I choose to give you.” He reached up and tested the tightness of the cuffs on her wrists then smiled when his fingers slid beneath them and he felt how loose they were. “Now, tell Jacob whose brand you wear on your body.”
Jenna thought about lying but knew he would turn her over, strip her bare, and show everyone in the club the tattoo on her mound. “Your brand, Sir.”
“And who do you belong to?”
“You, Sir.” When he smiled, she added, “As long as I’m on Ramsey land.”
“No. It’s all or nothing, angel. You can agree to be my sub for at least the next three weeks, on and off my land, or this stops now. Your choice.”
Jenna thought about it for a moment and decided she could handle playing with Jackson for three weeks. She had learned her lesson when it came to loving a Ramsey, so she figured she could guard her heart. Besides, in the year since she had been with Jackson she hadn’t found a single man who could even come close to giving her the level of pleasure Jackson had given her. She wanted that. In fact, she needed it. “I’ll be your sub for the next three weeks, Sir.”
“Good enough for now. I took the liberty of getting a copy of your limits, angel. We’ll go over them later and see if there are any changes you want to make. Now, what’s your safeword?”
“Red, Sir,” Jenna said.
“Excellent.” Jackson looked over at Jacob. “You owe Jacob an apology and ten more swats for involving him in our personal business.” Standing up, he moved over to his old friend. “I believe you have given her eight of the original ten.” He waved his hand toward Jenna. “Don’t go easy on her.”
“Feels like old times doesn’t it, Jackson? When I used to play third for you and Barbie.”
Nodding, Jackson moved back and casually tapped the crop against his leg, drawing Jenna’s attention to it as Jacob landed another swat on her bare ass. If he wasn’t so pissed off, he would have grinned with amusement when she didn’t react in any way. No wiggling, no blinking, no crying out. His little angel loved the sting of leather, and he was going to make sure she got plenty of that as soon as Jacob finished warming her up for him.
As soon as the last swat landed, Jackson slid the end of the crop over Jenna’s soft cheek then beneath her chin, drawing her eyes to his. “Now, we begin, angel.” Instantly her eyes dilated and her breathing increased as a flush of desire darkened her cheeks. “Jacob, remove your cuffs and the collar.”
Jenna continued
to watch Jackson as Jacob released her then left the stage. She’d lost sight of Jackson but she felt him step behind her and remove the strap across her lower back. He pulled her up into a sitting position. His bare chest was hot against her back and she shivered as she absorbed his heat.
“Look at me, angel.”
Pushing back against him, she twisted at the waist and hooked her arms around his neck, feeling his short military cut hair against her fingertips. With her cheek resting on his chest, she looked up at him.
“I expect two things from you right now, angel. Eyes down and no talking.” Then with a grin he added, “Moans and screams are allowed. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Excellent.” Reaching up, he grasped her wrists and pulled them down. She watched as he pulled a thin gold collar from his pocket then dangled it in front of her face letting her see that the medallion on it was a replica of his brand. “From now on you wear this. At all times.”
She wanted to protest his arrogance. Instead, she bit her lip and decided she would get what she wanted before telling him to shove off. When he smiled as if he knew what she was thinking, then locked the collar around her neck, she sent him a challenging glare, daring him to do his worst.
Jackson smiled then pulled a set of nipple clamps from his pocket and her heart jumped as her nipples hardened in anticipation. Concentrating on the feel of his fingers as he pinched and tugged on her nipples, she let her eyes drift shut. She gasped then shuddered with pleasure when he slid a clamp over her nipple then tightened it. When he moved to the other nipple, she moaned and wiggled with anticipation and he chuckled.
“That’s it, angel,” he told her as he connected the nipple clamps together with a chain then dropped a longer chain that fell against her belly to her mound. Alarmed, she opened her eyes and looked down, then shook her head in protest even as her body flushed with anticipation. He grasped the chain and slid his finger down it, giving little tugs to her nipples and increasing her arousal until he reached her clit. “Lean back.”
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