His Angel: Trident Security Book 2

by Cole, Samantha

  "Baby, you're so fucking hot. I wish I was there to see you. I don't think I'd be able to watch you more than a minute though, before I rammed my cock into your hot pussy and fucked you until neither one of us could walk. Put the vibrator on your clit, Angel and keep those fucking fingers moving in and out."

  "I'm still pumping them. I'm so tight and wet, and you feel so good. I'm about to...ooohhhhhh! Shit! Oh, it's so fucking cold and its making my clit throb harder. Please Sir, touch my clit again...Aaahhhh! Oh, fuck yeah...Oh please Sir, let me fuck myself with your hard cock. Let me put your shaft deep into my pussy."

  "Shit, baby, do it. Put that frozen cock in your hot little pussy and fuck it hard." Back in his office, Ian's own breathing was keeping pace with Angie's panting. He was going to explode the moment he let her cum. How long had it been since he had phone sex with a woman? And had it ever been this good? He doubted it.

  Angie shrieked. "Aaahhh, fuuuuccckkk!!! Oh sh-shit, it's still ice cold but my tight hot walls are melting it fast. Oh fuck me, Sir! Hard and fast."

  Ian's hand tightened around his cock and sped up. He grunted and groaned as the sounds of her fucking herself for him rushed over the phone. "Yeah baby. Damn, I can feel your hot, wet sex around my dick. It feels so fucking good. Rub your clit. Get there, Angel, get ready to cum."

  "I'm ready, Sir, please hurry!"

  "Cum now!"

  On opposite ends of the phone lines the sounds of ecstasy reached each other's ears as they both exploded, squirting their individual cum together, as wave after wave of intense gratification hit them. Angie screamed her release but Ian didn't want his secretary or anyone else to overhear him masturbating in his office. It was hard to keep his cries of completion to mere growls and murmurs but somehow he succeeded. For the first time since he saw her dressed for her blind date two nights ago, his dick was finally sated and flaccid, and he still hadn't gotten inside her...yet.

  Chapter 7

  At twelve noon, Angie pulled her Toyota Camry up to the security shack at the gate leading into the fenced in compound. Thank goodness Ian had told her there were four blue metal warehouses in the complex, otherwise she would have thought she made a wrong turn somewhere, although she only made one turn off the main highway. The compound was in the middle of nowhere, but he'd said both his businesses and home were located on the property. She wondered where his home was because she didn't see any houses. The guard at the gate approached her car and she rolled down the driver's window. "Hi, my name is Angie and I'm here to see Ian. He said you would know I was coming."

  The burly mustached man with a gun on his hip, tipped his navy blue baseball cap at her and smiled. "Good afternoon, Ms. Beckett. I'm Murray, and Ian did indeed tell me you were coming, but I still need to see some ID."

  She grabbed her purse. "Oh right, I'm sorry, he did tell me that. And you're going to take my picture for future reference?"

  "Yes ma'am. You won't need your ID again but until the other guards get to know you, they'll scan your registration sticker and bring up your photo on the computer before letting you in. Due to the nature of Ian's businesses, security and privacy are a high priority here." He took her license, ran it through a scanner he held in his hand. When the machine beeped, he handed it back to her and then scanned her vehicle registration sticker on her windshield. "Thank you, ma'am. Almost done. Let me grab the camera."

  A few moments later, her picture taken, the gate slid open and Angie drove through it. It closed behind her as she parked next to the first building like Ian told her. There was another gate and fence separating this warehouse from the others, but this one was unmanned. As she climbed out of her Toyota Camry, she saw Ian bounding down a flight of stairs on the outside of the building with a large black Labrador mix heeling tight at his left leg. Smiling as he reached her, his hands cupped her face and his mouth came down hard on hers. His kiss was insistent and the moment her lips parted, his tongue plunged inside–licking, tasting, consuming. As quickly as the kiss started though, it ended when he pulled his lips away and groaned, touching his forehead to hers. "That phone sex was one of the hottest experiences of my life, Angel. If I don't stop kissing you, I'm going to bend you over the hood of your car and fuck you like crazy, and I won't care if Murray or anyone else is watching."

  Angie couldn't help the shudder which went through her, nor the moan which escaped her mouth. Ian lifted his head and stared at her for a moment before his face lit up with an seductively evil expression. "You like the sound of that, don't you? It seems as if my little angel is a bit of exhibitionist." She blushed and tried to look away but his hands still held her jaw and he wouldn't let her. "I think we'll have to explore that theory, but in the meantime, come with me and I'll show you the club. Like I told you on the phone, we have strict rules which apply to everyone from the owners down. No play takes place between a member and a guest anywhere in the club until a full background check and health exam are completed. And if Devon, Mitch and I skimp on rules, then members are going to start asking for favors and it will just cause problems. So unfortunately...this will be a no-touch tour when we get inside because if I do touch you, I'm going to throw the rule-book out the window."

  She laughed despite the fact she felt the same way. Turning her attention to the dog sitting anxiously at their feet, she admired its patience. He appeared to be waiting for the okay to jump on her and lick her to death. "Who's this sweet boy? I saw him at Brody's one day, right? What breed is he?" Extending her hand, she tried to allow the pup to sniff her but instead he looked up at Ian. His stubby little tail was wriggling madly, but he remained sitting next to his owner.

  Ian looked at his charge with pride. "This is Beau. I found him as a pup, and all we know is he's a lab-pit mix. When he's not being a goofball or a pest with his rubber ball, he's a trained guard dog and tracker. Beau, this is Angie. In Ordnung."

  Given permission, Beau stuck his nose in her hand and sniffed with gusto. Angie's confusion was evident. "In Ordnung? What does that mean?"

  "It means 'okay' in German. He only knows a few words of English. Most military, police and security dogs are trained in German because it's not a common language in the states."

  Angie leaned down to pet the dog's head and scratch his soft, velvety ears. She laughed when he did a canine version of a happy dance. "I've heard that before, or read it somewhere. That way, unless the bad guys know German, they can't give the dog commands."

  "Exactly." Taking her other hand, Ian pointed toward the fence between the buildings and Beau's head swiveled in the same direction. "Geh rein."

  The dog bounded for the fence, his big tongue hanging out the side of his mouth and Angie saw a swinging doggie door had been cut into a portion of the chain link. There was a small black box above it, under a clear plastic hood. As Beau approached it, the red light on the device turned from red to green and back to red again after the dog passed through the door to the other side. He ran toward the next building and disappeared through another doggie door.

  Tugging on Angie's hand, Ian led her toward the stairs he'd come down earlier. "He has a microchip under his skin which unlocks the dog doors for him. That's the headquarters for Trident and he'll find someone in there to bug for a game of fetch."

  Ian placed his palm on a scanner next to the door and she heard a click as the door unlocked. Looking around for a sign, she didn't see one. "This is the club?" It couldn't be. The building was blue metal and tan concrete, a basic run-of-the-mill warehouse.

  He let her through the door first, and she gasped at the interior. "Yup, this is my club, although you can't tell from the exterior."

  The enclosed area she'd stepped into was similar to the small lobby of a five-star hotel, with a reception desk and sitting area consisting of a couch, chairs, tables and lamps. Adding in the grey carpeting, dark red walls, stylish furniture, artwork and accessories, the first word which came to her mind was opulent. There were a set of antique carved wooden doors with wrought iron pulls whi
ch blended with the décor and she assumed they opened into the rest of the club. A painting on one wall caught her eye and she stepped forward to take a closer look. The scene was erotic yet beautiful and elegant with two naked women at the feet of what appeared to be an equally nude, bearded Greek god. Handfuls of the women's hair were wrapped around his palms and wrists as he pulled their heads back, demanding their surrender. And, holy crap, the god was hung like a horse! Tearing her eyes away from the huge erection, she looked at the signature of the artist and was surprised she recognized it. "I know her. I mean, I don't know her personally, but she's local and I've seen her paintings in some galleries around Tampa. She's very good."

  She hadn't realized Ian was standing so close behind her until she felt his warm breath on her ear and she almost jumped at the low rumble of his voice. "Yes, she is. We have several more pieces of her work inside. She's a member of the club, but a bit eccentric and doesn't stop in often. It seems when she does make an appearance, she's looking for creative inspiration more than kink."

  Angie snorted and giggled. "I can see if your style is erotica, then coming to a kinky sex club for inspiration makes sense."

  Stepping away, he laughed along with her as he crossed the room to the reception desk. He picked up a stack of papers and handed them to her, sans two. "Put these in your purse and read them over later. It includes the rules and protocols of the club and a submissive limit list. Learn the rules and protocols, appropriate punishment is administered for infractions. First rule for you to learn is, when we're in the club you will address me and any other Dom as Master or Mistress and their name if you know it. But if you don't, use Sir or Ma'am. The second rule is, rude or insulting comments are frowned upon and will usually result in a form of discipline for a sub. Innocent teasing from other Doms is normal, but if a Dom is rude to you, let me know and I'll take care of it. But I doubt it will happen. When you’re here, you will wear a simple collar I will provide you with later. It shows other Doms you are spoken for and they must speak to me before interacting with you beyond pleasantries. It also means no one is allowed to touch you or discipline you without my consent, and since it's something I rarely give, you won't have to worry. Other submissives will ask my permission to speak with you if we are standing together. If I give my consent to them, it's implied you may speak to them as well unless I tell you otherwise. I know this is a lot to take in at once but most of this is in the protocols I gave you. Understood?"

  Holy shit. This was way more than she expected but in no way did it dissuade her. The more she learned, the more she wanted to experience it. "Yes, Sir. I understand so far."

  "There's a submissive limit list in there which I want you to complete later and return to me. Check off what activities you enjoy, what ones you want to try and which are hard limits which you have no desire to try. The starred activities at the end are extreme ones which are not permitted in the club." He paused. "Now, if learning to play in BDSM with me is what you truly want, then there are a few more requirements we need to go over so we can scene in the club."

  If last night and this morning were indications of the 'play' he was referring to, then she was all for it. "Yes, Sir, that's what I want."

  Obviously pleased with her answer as well as her easy use of the word 'Sir,' he continued. "You'll need to have a complete physical, including blood work, with your gynecologist or one of our staff doctors and have them complete the form at the back of the rules. Are you on birth control?"

  She nodded, not the least bit embarrassed about the important question. "Yes, I get the shot every three months because I find it easier than the pill. I also had my annual physical with my GYN a few weeks ago so it won't be a problem to have her fill out the form."

  "Good. Members need to have a physical every six months to maintain play privileges. Condoms are mandatory here at the club, but I always use them. My health clearance is on file here if you'd like to see it." She shook her head. "Okay, the next thing is, every potential member and guest has to go through a background check to make sure they're not a threat to the safety and privacy of others. Is that going to be a problem for you?"

  Angie bite her lip and her eyes widened in alarm, causing Ian's smile to disappear. "Um, well, let's see, you already know about my addiction to Ben & Jerry's, but there is one incident I was involved in that might be a problem."

  She couldn’t hold back her grin and it became obvious she was teasing him. He let out the breathe and shook his finger at her. "And what would that be, my little brat?"

  "When my friend and I were twelve, we got kicked out of Girl Scout camp for sneaking over to the Boy Scout camp so we could spy on them while they were changing out of their bathing suits."

  He threw his head back and let out a hearty laugh. "Oh, you naughty little trollop."

  She tried to look innocent but didn't think she was convincing him. "What? We were curious after we heard two of the older girls talking about what boys' wee-wees looked like. They were thirteen and more experienced than us. Unfortunately, we were caught before we could see anything good. When I got home at the end of the week, my mom took me for my first GYN appointment and my dad grounded me for a month."

  "I get the feeling it wasn't the first or last time you were grounded." He laughed again and shook his head when she shot him a saucy grin. “You’re absolutely adorable. You obviously kept your parents on their toes.” Giving her one of the two papers he still had in his hand, he also handed her a pen. "Okay, these are the last things we need to go over. The first one is a privacy contract stating no cameras or recording equipment are allowed in the club. Cell phones must be placed on vibrate and carried in a pocket or purse. If anyone gets a call or text, they're not allowed to take out their phones unless they’re here in the lobby or outside and that includes the locker rooms. You cannot repeat to anyone who or what you see here in the club. Privacy and anonymity in BDSM is valued and expected. If you run into someone from the club in public somewhere, either pretend you know them from somewhere else or don't acknowledge them at all. It's not considered rude to pretend you don't know them and you shouldn't be offended if they do the same. Read this over and sign at the bottom. It's a binding contract with legal consequences if it's violated."

  Angie read over the paper and it was pretty much what he'd told her. Turning around she leaned over the coffee table in the seating area for something hard to write on while she signed it and she heard Ian groan. Looking over her shoulder, she saw he was staring at her ass. Knowing the hem of her skirt was a scant inch away from showing what she was hiding underneath, she gave a seductive wiggle of her hips, making him growl this time. He gave her a quick and stinging slap to her ass which made her yelp and him chuckle.

  "You're killing me, Angel. Keep it up and I'm going to be spanking your sweet ass real soon. I love bratty submissives as much as I love disciplining them." An idea seemed to come to him and she gave him a wary look as he grabbed his phone, sending out a quick text before putting it back into the pocket of his cargo pants.”

  “What was that about?”

  Grinning, he shook his head. “Nothing for you to be worried about…yet.” He took the pen and contract she handed back to him, placing them on the reception desk. “One of the submissives who worked the desk will file this later. This last page is a general contract. We'll go through it and sign it later. For now, let's get on with the tour, shall we?"

  Trying to keep his vow not to touch her, he opened one of the double doors and gestured for her to precede him. Angie's jaw dropped in astonishment two steps over the threshold. The currently empty club was gorgeous and the décor from the lobby extended into the great space before them. The huge 'U' shaped upper floor they were on overlooked the floor below. There was a curved dark wood bar along the base of the ‘U', or horseshoe, and at the other ends, there was a small store and offices. Down the sides of the balcony were numerous sitting areas against the walls and pub-style tables and chairs at the brass railing so p
eople could observe what was happening on the first floor. Across the carpeted floor from the bar was an elegant grand staircase leading downward. In the center, hanging from the ceiling above the first floor were three large wrought iron chandeliers which matched the sconces on the walls. "Wow, Ian this is beautiful. It's something out of an old French castle or someplace. I don't know what I expected but this wasn't it."

  "Thanks, I'm glad you like it." He was obviously proud of the place. “A lot of hard work went into making The Covenant the premier place to practice BDSM in the Tampa area. Devon and I toured a few elite clubs in the U.S. with our cousin, Mitch, and some in Europe before deciding on the final plans. We found and consulted with designers who had experience in the lifestyle before we settled on this look. New members and guests tend to have the same reaction you did. The door next to the bar over there leads to staircases into the locker rooms below and there are entrances downstairs too. Some people come straight from work or some other place, and this way they can change into their club wear here. Come on, let me show you the pit."

  "The 'pit?'" she asked curiously.

  He chuckled. "It's what we call downstairs."

  "I would think you'd call it a dungeon."

  Looking at his watch, he picked up his pace and led her down the grand staircase. She was wondering what the hurry was.

  "It was called the dungeon in the beginning but members who like to watch from up above dubbed it the 'pit' not long after we opened and the name stuck." They reached the bottom of the stairs and he watched her face as she took in the large playing area with a mixture of awe, curiosity and even a touch of eagerness.

  All along the walls were individual scene stations, each blocked off with velvet red ropes and brass stands normally used at a theater. Because of the square footage, they were able to put ten large roped off areas on each side under the straightaways of the upstairs horseshoe. The locker rooms were located under the stairs and bar. Down two separate hallways on the far end of the pit, under the store, offices and storage areas, were twelve suites and theme rooms for private play. Inside the downstairs ‘U’ were numerous sitting areas. Some of them had couches, wing-back chairs and chaise loungers, while others consisted of small tables with matching chairs where conversations and/or sexual play could take place. All the furniture was either leather or wood, which was easy to clean.