What to Read After FSOG: The Gemstone Collection (WTRAFSOG Book 7)

by Lexi Buchanan

  “Yes, sir.” Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Tyler take a step toward Jason. She couldn’t imagine how he was feeling. Now she wished he didn’t have to watch this.

  “Your skin is soft.” He took the items off the bed and placed them on a side table. “And this.” He touched her choker.

  “Don’t slaves wear collars, sir?”

  “Only when I give you one as a gift. Take it off and don’t question me.”

  Eyes down, she slowly took it off and dropped it on the floor. He lifted her chin and narrowed his eyes. “I see.” His voice softened. “How did you get this injury?”

  “Car accident, sir.” He’d asked her that at the reception party. Had he forgotten or was he testing her?

  He laughed. “I punish my slaves for lying.” Reaching inside his pants pocket, he pulled out a black scarf. Her pulse kicked up a bit. What did he have in mind with that? He wouldn’t dare strangle her with Jason and Tyler in the room. “I think you’re distracted. I’m going to blindfold you.”

  “Yes, sir.” She was relieved, although she didn’t like giving up any one of her senses. As he removed her mask, Zoe felt naked knowing the video was recording her face now, but she also knew the AV guys would edit that part out. As Kadir tied the blindfold, she became aware of his scent. Spicy, expensive aftershave or cologne, mingled with sweat, filled her nostrils. She breathed through her mouth to shut out as much of him as she could. Rough fingers brushed her hair from her face and lifted her chin.

  “Now, on the bed, facedown to start.”

  She did, then felt a crack across her thighs. “Ouch.”

  “What did you forget, slave?”

  She had to think for a second. “Did I not say, ‘Yes, sir’?”

  He cracked her again. “No, you did not. Maybe next time you’ll remember. You’re not very submissive. I can tell by your tone and your body language.”

  “I’ll try, sir.” He was an experienced Dom. Melissa and Jason had warned her about him. Experienced Doms knew how to look for subtle changes in their submissives to understand their pleasure and their pain, to know when they were compliant or defiant, in subspace or in danger.

  “She’s new,” Melissa offered in a whispered note.

  “I don’t care,” he said. “She’ll bend to my will or she’ll be punished.” Footsteps left the bedside, and Kadir’s voice sounded from across the room. “She agreed to be my slave. Do not interrupt again unless you feel her life is in danger.”

  “Yes, sir,” Melissa said.

  Faith remained in the background, not saying a word.

  The rustling by the bed told Zoe that he had returned. “I want to heat up your skin. Don’t make any attempt to cover yourself or stop what I’m doing. Spread your arms and legs.”

  “Yes, sir.” She did as ordered and waited for what would come next. He gripped her panties and ripped them off.

  “You won’t be needing these.” She was naked now except for the thigh-high stockings and spike heels. The lashes of the flogger smacked across her ass without warning, and she yelped. He didn’t question whether she liked it or not, but hit her again along her shoulders then down the backs of her thighs. The sting bore deep, and she tried to ride out the pain like she had when she was beaten in Turkey. After a time, the pain would become numbing, and her mind would drift. “I can see you’re relaxing, slave. Good.”

  He struck harder, and she arched her back, her chest lifting off the bed, but she would not call the safe word. The video had to be good. “I bet you’re getting wet now. If I stuck my fingers in your pussy, I bet you’d be wet. You want to be my slave, my whore. You want me to fuck you.”

  Who was in control and who was losing control? Zoe moaned and cried out, but in truth the pain didn’t reach her anymore. She tried to believe Jason was commanding her. If he had been, this would have been a completely different scene. She’d gladly surrender to him.

  Kadir’s hand rubbed over her back and ass. “Yes, your skin has nicely warmed up. Turn over.”

  “Yes, sir.” Her words slurred in her head.

  He laughed. “Yes, you’re my pain slut, a true submissive. I’m pleased.” His voice was gruff. “Arms over your head and legs spread.”

  “Yes, sir. Ahh.” The moment she had her arms and legs in place, he struck her across her breasts. Her arms came down, and he yelled at her.

  “No. Do not move your arms.”

  She bit her lip to keep from spitting out a string of words that would have made her sound like a truck driver with road rage. It was a good thing her eyes were covered because he might have seen her defiance. She whimpered and moaned and hoped Jason realized she was faking most of it.

  “Enough, now stand,” he commanded. “And hands behind your back.”

  “Yes, sir.” She wished she could see him. Standing naked in front of Jason, Tyler, Melissa and who knew how many video guys behind the walls made her feel vulnerable and awkward.

  Handcuffs were snapped around her wrists. “They aren’t too tight, are they?” He ran a finger around to make sure her skin wasn’t pinched.

  “No, sir. They’re fine, thank you.”

  “I appreciate your politeness.” He rubbed her back where the flogger had warmed her skin. “Is the pain too intense?”

  “I’m okay, sir.” One minute he was brutal, the next he showed concern. Was his brutality all a show to heighten the tension?

  He grasped her arm and tugged her. “This way. I want you to stand here with your legs parted.”

  He stepped away for a minute, then returned. “Open your mouth.”

  She did, and he slid something large into her mouth until she started to gag. It took a moment before she realized it was the dildo. What the fuck?

  “Hold this in your mouth,” he ordered. “Do not drop it, no matter what, or you will be punished severely. Nod your head if you understand.”

  Zoe nodded.

  “Sir, I need to interrupt,” Melissa interjected.

  “What is it?”

  “She can’t use her safe word.”

  He huffed as if impatient. “If she was my true slave, she would not get a safe word. She won’t need one. However, I will abide by your rules. If she needs to stop, she can raise the pinkie finger of her left hand like you mentioned in your rules.”

  “But she—” Jason started to argue.

  “Is that acceptable to you, my slave?”

  Zoe nodded. She didn’t know if she could raise that finger high enough. That was the one that had been broken during her torture. But she didn’t want to risk arguing the point.

  “See?” He was annoyed, and Zoe didn’t want Jason to interfere in case Kadir got frustrated and stopped the scene. They might have enough on tape, but she wanted to be sure. The cane smacked her thighs, and she cried out, almost losing the dildo. Now she got what he was doing. She couldn’t scream without dropping the dildo, and if she did, he’d punish her. “Spread your legs wider.”

  She did, and the flogger swung between her legs, the tips of the thongs cracking on her raw clit.

  “Mmmm,” she mumbled. This time, the dildo slipped to the end, and she grabbed it with her teeth just before she lost it.

  “Don’t drop it.” He laughed. “My punishments are severe.”

  Fine. Yeah, she wanted to kick him in the balls right now. She didn’t want to be humiliated by this bastard anymore. The pain she could handle. She had a high tolerance for it. What if she dropped the damn dildo? What would he do?

  At any time she could raise her pinkie, or try to, and stop the scene. The video guys had more than they needed to nail this guy. Kadir wouldn’t question her stopping the scene. He knew she was a new submissive, and the FLC wouldn’t question her, but she didn’t want to stop. Not yet. She wasn’t done with him.

  She took a breath and tried to relax. She hung her head. Wasn’t this attitude what had gotten her in trouble in Turkey?

  “Good,” he soothed. “I think you’re finally surrendering to m
e. I can see it in your shoulders. You’re finally relaxing. Don’t drop the dildo yet. Not until I give you permission.” He smacked her one more time between her legs, and she gripped the dildo. Wait for it. The time isn’t right. “Good girl.”

  He stopped flogging her, he stopped caning her, he wasn’t even touching her. As she heard his footsteps circling her, a crack from the flogger made her jump. The tassels didn’t connect. He was screwing with her. A breeze from the leather thongs stirred the air around her face. His cologne mingled with his sweat as he walked around her, smacking the flogger. Each time, she flinched, knowing by his laughter that he enjoyed tormenting her. The man was boring her, but she did her best to appear subservient.

  “Kneel,” he ordered.

  She hesitated, uncertain of what he was asking.

  “Do you not understand a simple order? Kneel.” He pressed her shoulder down until she was kneeling. “Hands and knees, crawl to the sound of my whip.”

  Oh, for God’s sake. From the other side of the room, she heard the crack, turned toward the sound and crawled. She would rather have felt the pain than endure this humiliation, especially knowing this was being recorded.

  “Don’t drop the cock,” he warned, laughing. Another crack several feet away. “Hurry, slave, crawl to me.”

  She’d had about enough of this bastard.

  “I bet you’d like my cock in your mouth instead of that dildo.”

  She stopped crawling. Sex was not supposed to be part of this. He cracked the whip again, and she crawled quickly in the direction of the sound.

  “Stop. I didn’t tell you to come to me yet. Don’t anticipate my instructions.”

  She bowed her head, but inside she was seething.

  “Our time is almost up. I would need many more sessions to train you.” He sighed. She wasn’t sure if he was pleased or not, and frankly she didn’t care. “Stand up,” he said. She complied. He smacked her once on the butt. “A minor punishment for your error.”

  When she knew he was standing in front of her, she opened her mouth and spit the dildo out.

  “What the?” he exclaimed.

  She’d had enough. Behind her, Melissa and Faith gasped. “I’m sorry, sir. My jaw cramped, and it slipped.”

  Apparently, he didn’t believe her. Kadir picked her up and sat down in a chair, tossing her over his knee, and began spanking her hard. It was more painful than the flogger or cane. Then he laughed. “You are a pain slut. You did that on purpose because you wanted to feel more pain.” He sounded pleased not angry.

  “Yes, sir.” Gritting her teeth, she withstood the pain as much as she could. Finally, she called, “Red.”

  He struck her one more time, then stopped. “Had enough?”

  “Yes, sir.” A moment longer, and she would punch the guy. The AV guys had better have gotten this down, because she wasn’t going another round with him. He helped her to her feet and removed the blindfold. Melissa strode over and draped a robe over her shoulders.

  Kadir hooked a finger under her chin. “Look at me.” He studied her for several moments and frowned. “Did you enjoy our encounter?”

  She didn’t break eye contact and nodded. Inside she instructed her mind to go calm and complacent. Her eyes couldn’t show how she loathed him. The skill to control what her eyes revealed was not easy to learn. “Yes, I did. Did you, sir?”

  “Very much. A shame our time is over. Too bad you don’t speak Arabic. I would offer you a position on my staff. I could use an assistant educated on international law.”

  Zoe glanced at Faith, who gave her a puzzled look. Zoe had forgotten to tell her she had told Kadir she didn’t speak Arabic. “A thoughtful offer.”

  Melissa sent a quick text. “I let Julia know our meeting is almost concluded. Would you care for something to drink while you wait for her, Mr. President?”

  “No, but Zoe will have some.” He smiled, then kissed her cheek. “You’re shaking, my dear. Is the robe not warm enough? Sit.” He led her over to the bed and pulled a blanket off a side table and covered her shoulders. Melissa approached, and Kadir held up his hand. “She’s my responsibility. If I need assistance, I will ask.”

  Melissa nodded and backed off. “I’m fine, sir,” Zoe said.

  “An intense scene can leave you off balance for a few hours. Will you be going home alone?”

  “No,” Jason said. “She won’t be alone.”

  Kadir’s mouth tightened, and Melissa glared at Jason. Tyler took a step closer to Jason. Probably a warning and a reminder that he shouldn’t be saying anything.

  Kadir picked up a bottle of antiseptic lotion. “There are a few areas that need attending. Permit me.” He pulled the blanket and robe off her shoulders and rubbed some of the salve into her skin. He leaned close to her ear and whispered, “After we’re done, I want you to get me the recording and delete all the copies, Zoe Summers.”

  There was dead silence for a long moment. Cautiously, she looked up at him, fighting her rising panic. Oh my God.

  He whispered in her ear, “Yes, you heard me.” He stood straight and spoke louder for the others to hear. “A sore area? I think you need a bit more.” Then lower, “If you don’t, I will kill every member in this room and ship your brother, Damien, back home in several pieces.”

  She jerked away and stared up at him, fury boiling inside her. Damien. The bastard had him. She’d kill him before he left this room.

  His eyebrows rose at her response. “Easy. Don’t do anything that will harm your friends or brother,” Kadir warned.

  Her mind raced for options. If she didn’t think fast, she’d have to blow this mission. “How do I know you have him?” She stared up at him defiantly.

  Anger flared in his eyes. Obviously, he didn’t like to be challenged. He quickly composed himself. “He’s fond of playing a computer word game with you, and you haven’t heard from him in a while.”

  Zoe felt the hatred turn to fear. An image of Damien in an Iranian prison made her ill. She didn’t dare try anything with all the lives at stake. “Where and when?” she asked through gritted teeth.

  There was a knock on the outer door. “Julia’s here, Mr. President,” Melissa said.

  “I’ll contact you,” Kadir whispered. “Now smile if you want to see your brother alive again.”

  She forced a smile but felt like she’d throw up.

  “She’s doing much better. Right, my dear?” He looked at Zoe, and she nodded, covering herself with the robe. Terror turned her bones to ice. If she got the recording, she was a traitor. If she didn’t, everyone in the FLC and Damien would die. She had no doubt of Kadir’s power.

  Melissa gave Tyler the signal to unseal the door. He unlocked the inside door to the Red Tape Room, then the outer door. The sound of tape ripping made Zoe cringe. The X of red tape being torn away meant it was over, but not completely. She didn’t lose her cool and punch him out, although she wanted to.

  To the others, the mission was successful and Kadir seemed pleased. Now she understood why Alana had enjoyed watching their faces when the sting occurred. The blackmail was icing when you could see their defeat. This time it wouldn’t happen.

  Tyler stood beside the door as Julia and Blake entered. A few other Secret Service men waited outside. Jason hadn’t moved or said another word. The mask hid his features so Zoe couldn’t make out his expression.

  “Hello, Mr. President,” Julia said. “I do hope you enjoyed your evening.”

  “I did, very much, thank you.” He didn’t take his gaze off Zoe as she tied the robe around her.

  Faith stepped up to Kadir, her mask off. “Mr. President, I’m pleased you enjoyed our little private affair. I do apologize for rushing off. The president is waiting to leave.”

  “Not at all. I enjoyed your hospitality. Thank you.”

  After Faith left, Julia approached Kadir. “I’ll escort you now to the entrance, where your car is waiting. Tonight you and your staff will be guests at the Kennedy Center of Performin
g Arts for a concert by the Iceland Symphony Orchestra.”

  “That’s very kind,” he said, striding toward the door. “Shall we go?”

  “The president will make arrangements to meet with you when they return,” Julia said. “This way, Mr. President.”

  Kadir took Zoe’s hand and held it close to his lips but didn’t touch. Back to his polite, business manner? “Again, it was a pleasure, Ms. Jennifer.”

  Julia looked pleased by Kadir’s demeanor, and Zoe tried not to show her worry.

  “Enjoy the symphony,” Zoe said.

  Julia and Blake left with Kadir, meeting with the other Secret Service agents outside. Tyler closed the door. No one said anything for the longest time. Melissa and Zoe picked up the clothing that had been tossed aside.

  “How long do we have to wait before we can leave?” Zoe asked.

  “Julia may want to meet with us briefly,” Melissa said. “How did it go?”

  “Good. I’m a little sore, thirsty, and I want to take a shower, but it went well.”

  “I knew it would. I think we got good footage. We’ll know for sure in a few hours, and it’ll take some time to edit.”

  “Fuck!” Jason shouted. The others turned to him.

  “Relax, buddy, it’s over,” Tyler said.

  “Sorry. I couldn’t stand watching him with his hands on you,” Jason snapped.

  Zoe sighed. “It’s aftercare, a Dom’s responsibility. No big deal. It’s over.”

  Ripping off his mask, Jason paced around the room. “He spent a long time at it.”

  “It doesn’t matter,” Melissa said. “I’m sure we got good material.”

  “He’ll try to contact her. He wants her as his assistant.” Jason spat out the words as if they were sour in his mouth. “He wants her in his harem or as a mistress, or whatever he has going on. We have to watch her.”

  “You know that’s not going to happen,” Zoe said. “Especially with the UN, Secret Service and the media watching him, he’s not going to try anything.”