Young, Allyson - Wishes (Siren Publishing Classic)

by Allyson Young

  “I wish you could see your skin, Kennedy,” he murmured. “You mark beautifully. So pink. But don’t worry, honey, there won’t be anything there in the morning, aside from a little tenderness.”

  Kennedy didn’t answer him. She had to face Patrick in the morning. Graham she would deal with. When she had some strength. Patrick was a different matter, being her boss and all. But he wasn’t getting away with this scot-free. She didn’t care if it was his business, his profession. She was his PA, and his PA’s nipples and clit were none of his business. Jesus.

  Patrick acted like nothing had changed when she saw him at breakfast the next day. She knew he hadn’t said anything to Madi because she could read Madi like an open book. Small mercies. Kennedy waited for hours until she had a moment alone with Patrick.

  “Patrick, I need to speak to you,” she began.

  “Kennedy?” he answered. “It will never happen again unless you wish it. And if you are honest, it was amazing. You are absolutely beautiful in submission, my dear, and Graham is a lucky man.”

  Kennedy was bereft of speech for the first time in her life. She wanted to smack her boss, hard. Sure, the experience had been amazing. But he was her boss, and he had seen her, not just naked, but naked and bound, being whipped. And he had brought her off, twice.

  “It’s what I do, Kennedy,” Patrick reminded her, obviously reading her thoughts. “No need to thank me.”

  Kennedy nearly launched herself at him and then burst into laughter. Who would ever have thought that she would be working in a sex club and enjoying the benefits?

  “Thanks for the one-time-only deal,” she managed.

  Patrick raised an eyebrow and smiled. Bastard. She stormed out of his office and sulked in hers for the afternoon.

  * * * *

  Graham, on the other hand, was fighting prickles of anxiety and anticipation. His little woman hadn’t mentioned her evening on the cross or Patrick’s involvement. It had bothered Graham to have Patrick touch Kennedy, even with a vibe, and even to just release the clamps. Having Patrick see her in her amazing submission was a different story. Sharing that experience meant everything to Graham. It made it forever, having a witness. But he didn’t want anyone else to touch her. She belonged to him. Patrick had reluctantly agreed to help and allowed that he might ask Graham to assist with Madi on occasion, but both men had a silent agreement about the touching. There was no need for words. But Kennedy wouldn’t talk about it with him, and he knew she was either sublimating or plotting revenge. He didn’t like either idea. He hadn’t even had his own release that night with his woman, although he had taken care of himself in the shower. Surely that was worth a few brownie points.

  His apprehension grew a bit with each day that passed. After one pouty day, Kennedy and Patrick had resumed working together comfortably. Kennedy didn’t resist Graham’s sexual overtures, although he resisted the kink, except for asserting his control. He began to think that she had let it go. At least he tried to convince himself of that. He worked ten nights straight in order to cover for Jordan while the man went to visit his sick mother. Patrick took the subs, and Graham picked up everything else. He nearly fell into bed on day eleven and only managed to pat Kennedy’s ass. The sex had been almost perfunctory the previous mornings, but Graham needed his woman, and she had welcomed him, even if it meant waking her earlier than she preferred. Kennedy had somehow moved past her crankiness in the mornings, and Graham suspected she had adjusted for him.

  Graham came up from a deep sleep slowly, like rising through layers of dark silk. He felt relaxed and the bone-deep exhaustion seemed gone. The room was darkened, and the sheets were cool against his skin, although he felt the need for one to cover him. He reached for it and came up short. Son of a bitch. She had shackled him to the bed. He was so going to tan her ass when she let him go. She wouldn’t sit for a week, and he’d have her kneeling for him every fucking morning with no release for her. Shit!

  “Morning, babe,” Kennedy drawled. “Sleep well?”

  “Release me, wench.” Graham growled as his eyes adjusted to the dimness.

  Kennedy stood from her seat at the end of the bed and crossed the room to flick on a light. Holy shit. She was naked except for a tiny G-string and silver pasties. A jewel winked in her navel and at either ear. Her hair was swept up on top of her head with a few tendrils tickling her shoulders. She had lined her eyes with dark kohl, and her lips were scarlet. Graham’s cock jumped to attention. Maybe he wouldn’t spank her. He’d just fuck her senseless instead. He watched her approach the bed. She seemed really tall, and when she rested a foot beside him he realized why. Kennedy was wearing six-inch stilettos. She was his wet dream personified.

  “I don’t think so, babe,” she said sweetly and licked her scarlet mouth. “I thought we’d make sure you are stress free for the day. You are always such a big help to me when I’m tired and stressed.”

  Graham stifled a groan. “You won’t like your punishment, Kennedy,” he threatened.

  “And you won’t sleep well for the rest of your life, babe, wondering what I’ll have planned for you next.”

  This was insane. He was the Dom. He held eighty-five percent of the power in this room. No way was this a fifteen percent opportunity for Kennedy.

  “Let me go, Kennedy,” he tried again, staring her down while trying not to look right up her sex. He could smell her arousal.

  “I wonder if Madi is free today?” Kennedy suggested.

  “Kennedy.” Graham wanted to sink right through the mattress and into the floor. She wouldn’t. “Honey, I know this is about including Patrick.”

  “No, Graham, this is about breaking one of my only two rules! He’s my freaking boss! If I find out you broke my other rule, then both Madi and Ally will be joining us the next time.”

  “No, sweetheart, there was no camera. I promise. I couldn’t do everything you needed that night. I had to ask Patrick. I trust him. He might need me to help with Madi sometime.” Graham immediately wished to rewind that statement.

  Kennedy went nose to nose with him. “If you touch Madi, I will make your life a living hell. Do you understand me, mister?”

  “Okay, Kennedy. He’ll have to ask Jordan.”

  Kennedy paced the room for a few minutes, visibly calming herself. Graham felt like he was at the mercy of a crazy woman, but a really hot, sexy, crazy woman. His cock certainly thought so. This was way past morning wood.

  Kennedy flicked on another light and carried a few items to the bed. Graham strained to see what they were, but she put them down between his spread legs.

  “Kennedy?”

  “No more talking, Graham, just doing.” With that she crawled on top of him, and kissed him with considerable passion. Graham longed to crush her to him, and the shackles rattled when he reached for her. She tore her lips away and began to lick and kiss across his chest, pausing at his nipples. She toyed with the flat circles and looked up at him.

  “Are there nipple clamps for men, babe?” she asked.

  Graham simply lied to her. “Nope.”

  “Well, maybe we could try mine.”

  Shit, he needed to think fast. “Not very hygienic, honey. And those are yours. I bought them for you special.”

  Kennedy shrugged and went back to licking and kissing him. The little pieces of hair that trailed from her head tickled and aroused his skin, and the feel of the pasties was indescribable. His abs clenched in anticipation as she moved lower, now trailing the tip of her tongue over each delineated muscle. Graham was proud that he worked out and took care of his body. Kennedy appreciated how he looked. He figured she was going to tease him to death, maybe get him to the edge and then deny him. Graham had been trained in that technique by the best, even if cock rings weren’t his favorite. Kennedy was the only woman who had taken his control since, but he thought he could cope with this session. And then she would please him all day long, whenever and however he liked. Probably in the punishment room.

 
Kennedy stopped just short of touching his cock. She reversed her position so he could look at the globes of her ass separated by the string and the pouch of her sex, confined in the G-string. It made him hotter. And when her breasts bounced on either side of his cock, Graham had to work really hard to hold back a moan. She laved his thighs, all the while stroking him with her breasts. Maybe being shackled wasn’t the worst thing after all. He could come just from the feel of her breasts. Kennedy then pressed a kiss right in the middle of his sack and darted her tongue out, then pulled away. Graham heard himself moan. She was going to break him. Damn it.

  He watched her slip to the floor and pull her shoes off. The pasties were next, and when her reddened nipples came into view, his lips involuntarily opened to taste them. Kennedy giggled and tapped them both. She shimmied out of the G-string and dropped it to the floor. Graham knew the main event was up next. Kennedy moved between his spread legs and began to stroke him, using long, firm tugs, using his pre-cum to lubricate her hand. Her hands were tiny, and while Graham could take or leave hand jobs, he was fascinated by how she couldn’t span his shaft. He felt supremely male. When her mouth descended and she sucked him inside on a whisper, his hips followed. She closed her teeth in warning, and Graham dropped back to the mattress and resigned himself to her pace. She nibbled and licked and sucked until he thought he would go crazy with wanting to push himself deep. It felt really good, but he wanted to come down her throat and soon.

  “Kennedy,” he ground out. “Finish me.”

  She looked up at him, her lips swollen and red, saliva glistening on her mouth, cheeks, and chin. “In good time, Graham.”

  He’d use the paddle instead of his hand. And spank her pussy, too. He’d use the clover clamps and maybe the new beaded dildo while he fucked her ass. His thoughts didn’t distract him from what she was doing to his cock. He was dying here. Didn’t she know that? It was time.

  Kennedy sucked him deep and swallowed. Graham felt his orgasm start in his toes and rush up over him like a tidal wave. He felt something back between his legs, at his anus, and then a greased finger pushed inside. He tensed, trying to hold off his climax, but that diabolical finger pressed his prostate, and Graham poured himself in unending spurts down Kennedy’s throat. She finally let him slip from her mouth with an audible popping sound and sat back on her haunches to wipe her lips with the back of her hand. Her other hand slipped between her legs and Graham numbly watched as she pulled herself to orgasm in a few rubs. She shuddered and clenched down on her little hand, then opened passion-dulled eyes to simply look at him. Graham saw his future there and knew he had to find a way to let her inside.

  “Even Steven?”

  Graham struggled to gather his thoughts. “What?”

  “Are we even?” Kennedy asked.

  “Well,” he hedged.

  “I can go again, Graham, if you like,” she suggested.

  “No, that’s okay for now,” Graham answered quickly this time. “Will you release me?”

  Kennedy hopped up and her nimble fingers popped the four sets of cuffs. She rubbed at the red marks on his flesh and looked at him apologetically.

  “S’okay, honey. You know those go away in a little while.”

  Graham cuddled with her for a few minutes until his strength returned. That had been one for the record books.

  “What was with that little move at the end?” he asked against Kennedy’s neck.

  “You told me you had experience with plugs, babe, and I read things, too, about prostates. So…”

  Graham smiled into her neck. His little woman had a dirty streak. Well, good for her. He had really liked it. His cock was a brilliant shade of red in places from her lipstick, and he hoped it would wash off.

  * * * *

  Kennedy still worked different hours than Graham, although her day usually didn’t start until the afternoon. She and Patrick would confer, and then she would take care of his regular business, saving his other, less conventional business dealings until the evening when those people were working, too. It meant that she rarely saw Graham except for brunch and dinner and on his evenings off, which were scheduled to correspond with hers. It made their time off together even more intense. The outside world rarely intruded unless she went shopping with Madi, and even then it left her cold and disinterested. Graham was her life. Madi, as her best friend, lived one floor above her, and her boss was fair and generous. The other staff got along and there was no infighting. Any issues with the members could be managed and dealt with. Kennedy needed nothing else. Surely Graham knew she was there for him if he needed her support. Surely he trusted her and maybe loved her, too. He seemed capable of it.

  Chapter Nine

  Graham stared at the blonde kneeling in the centre of the discipline room. Her eyes were downcast as per protocol, but he knew she had seen him and was waiting for him to respond. He glared at Jordan, but the other Dom shrugged.

  “Jennifer,” he nearly snarled. “Why are you here?”

  Jennifer lifted limpid blue eyes to search his face. “I have a membership, Master,” she said breathily, “and seeing as I am back in the city, I require the services of the club.”

  “Then Jordan will meet those needs,” Graham advised her.

  “But I specifically requested you,” Jennifer begged prettily.

  Graham wondered what he had ever seen in Jennifer. She was the epitome of every man’s dream, tall and slender, long blonde hair, huge blue eyes, fair skin that welcomed the lash or the paddle. Her breasts were high and, although enhanced by a surgeon, were very responsive. She loved double penetration on every occasion possible, and she preferred Patrick in her pussy and him up her ass. She could deliver a blow job that made a man see stars, and she could manage a third man at that orifice if he had demanded it. And she left him cold. He knew her spirit was mean, and she was shallow and self-centered. She took and took and never gave back, although the sex and submission blinded a man.

  Graham shook his head and motioned to Jordan, then left the room. He didn’t miss the narrowing of Jennifer’s eyes and the way her mouth flattened. Jennifer wasn’t going to let this go, and he cursed himself for not telling Kennedy about her. Jennifer had worn his collar, and he had actually considered marrying her just to keep her for himself. But that had been out of sexual greed. Jennifer had found out about his history somehow and about his trust fund. Jennifer had contacted his parents to ask them to fly out and meet her, assuring them that she felt the need to do so as his fiancée in order to heal the breach between them and their son. His parents had jumped at the chance to pull him back into the fold and push him into assuming what they considered to be his rightful place in the family business. Graham then realized that Jennifer had set her sights on him because of the money he and his family had. The reunion had not gone well. His parents had left in disappointment and rage, and Jennifer had realized a cushy future was no longer in the cards. She left the city shortly thereafter on the arm of a wealthy, visiting Dom. Graham had heard that he had since died and Jennifer was now a wealthy widow. He didn’t know why she was back and asking for him, but it was not going to happen. He had a woman and needed no other. Besides, Kennedy would hurt him.

  * * * *

  Kennedy watched Graham shake his head and leave the blonde on the floor to Jordan. There was no audio, but she didn’t need sound to know that there had been something big between those two. Kennedy never looked at the security feeds since that night when she had observed Graham, but she had tracked Patrick down in the booth that evening for a discussion about a document that required his signature. When Graham had entered the discipline room, he had instantly caught her eye. Patrick said nothing to her. Kennedy arched a brow at him, and he shrugged. That was such an annoying fucking gesture. Cowardly, too.

  “Who is she?” she asked.

  “I can’t divulge that, Kennedy,” Patrick answered almost apologetically.

  “Doesn’t matter,” she said. “Graham’s going to get a
chance at practicing that communication he’s always going on about when he’s beating my ass. And if he’s lucky, I won’t smack him first.”

  * * * *

  Patrick watched his PA stomp from the security booth. He managed not to smile and let the guard in on his amusement. He had a role to play here, after all. He had come to really care for Kennedy and thought she would have made a terrific sister. Graham was an amazing friend and a good man, but he had, well, blossomed wasn’t exactly a word to use about Graham, but he had grown somehow since getting it on with Kennedy. She was good for him. His pain about his family didn’t weigh on him like it used to. Patrick assumed Graham had told Kennedy about his past. Kennedy simply accepted him for whom he was and challenged him to do better when it was appropriate. And Kennedy had blossomed, too. She would never be a sub in the true sense of the word, not like his Madi, but Graham had enhanced every bit of sexuality Kennedy possessed. Graham no longer sported bruises either. Love was grand.

  * * * *

  Graham felt her before he saw her. Kennedy was coming down the hallway, and the hot vibes that preceded her made his senses tingle. This wasn’t about their passion though. He somehow knew that Kennedy had found out about Jennifer. Shit. Nothing to worry about, Graham. You are the dominant in this relationship.

  “Graham,” a soft, sweet voice said.

  Graham whirled. He had been so intent on the approach of his woman that he hadn’t heard Jennifer come up behind him. She was still naked, and as he turned, she sank to her knees with that graceful move she had perfected, laying her head on his right foot. He made to move back, but she surprisingly wrapped her hands around his ankle and held on. Graham had a choice to kick her free or try and unlock her fingers. He chose the latter and quickly bent over to do so. She surged up to try and kiss him, her nipples stabbing, her hands now seeking to push through his hair. It was like being attacked by a cobweb.