Thief of Hearts Boxed Set

by Doreen DeSalvo

  Curling his fingers, he scratched lightly at her pussy lips. “Ask me nicely.”

  She tilted her head back on the seat, exposing the tender slope of her neck. “Please, Jake. May I please come to the club with you?”

  The meek tone made his cock twitch. “Will you promise to be good? To obey my every command without an argument?”

  “Yes. I’ll do anything you ask.”

  With one finger, he tickled her clit, strumming back and forth rapidly. “Will you let me keep a hand between your legs all night? Will you let another man put his fingers in you if that’s what I want?”

  For a moment her gaze held his. Then her knees lifted, spreading wide, opening her pussy to his fingers. She propped her feet on top of the front seat, stiletto heels poking into the leather. Her hand came to rest on top of his, following along as he tugged gently on her pussy lips. “I’ll do anything you want.”

  God, she looked beautiful. Leaning back trustingly, knees open, pussy exposed to anyone who looked in the window. Posing like a porno slut for him.

  She’d do anything for him, and he loved her for it.

  Whoa. Loved her?

  Dizzy, disoriented, he sat stunned for a second. The word no, no, no, reverberated in his brain, but he knew the truth.

  He loved her. The aching tenderness he felt when she submitted to him, the raw need to possess her completely, the swelling pride in his chest when she took his arm—it all added up. Damn it. If he wasn’t careful, he’d spill his guts and let her wind him around her finger like all the other pansies she’d dated.

  Hell, no. That wasn’t going to happen. Never. He’d never give her that kind of power over him. He was the one in control here, and as soon as they got to the club, he’d prove it to her.

  Scowling, he fumbled for the door handle and opened it, letting a blast of cold air into the car. He got out faster than a man escaping from San Quentin.

  Kate sat up. “Jake?” Her tone was plaintive, threaded with worry.

  If he looked back, he’d do something stupid. Like beg her to love him. Or spank her, punishing her for being so damned lovable. No, he couldn’t risk striking her in anger. His spankings would always be for pleasure.

  She’d left the keys hanging from the driver side door, forgotten in her eagerness to fuck him. He wrenched them free and got in, sliding the seat back to make room for his longer legs. “I’m driving,” he announced, slamming the door closed before she could argue.

  She scrambled over the back of the seat to sit on the passenger side.

  He started the engine and gave her a long, slow look. Tumbled blonde hair, kiss-swollen lips, and clothes that barely covered her tits and twat. Beautiful, stubborn, submissive…and his.

  Sure, she loved being a submissive. But did she really enjoy being his submissive? Maybe she’d find some rich Dom to take over where Jake left off. A guy who was more in her league. A burst of anger, a rush of possessiveness, had him fisting one hand around the steering wheel. Hell, no.

  Her lips trembled a little under his hard stare, and she tugged her skirt down an inch.

  Lightning fast, he gripped her wrist. “Pull your skirt up. All the way up.” He tried to smile to reassure her, but it probably looked more like a grimace. “I want to look at your pretty cunt while I drive. If you behave, maybe I’ll touch you.”

  Her sly smile hit him like a brick. She obviously knew damned well he wouldn’t be able to keep his hands off her. “Yes, Jake. Whatever you want.”

  She pulled the bottom of the skirt up over her belly, then lifted her knees and parted her thighs, sitting with her legs wide open and her feet up on the dashboard. One of her bare knees was high enough to rest against the window, where anyone who passed them would see it. Shit, if anyone drove by in a truck or S.U.V., they’d see her bare pussy. His cock lifted at the thought. Minutes after orgasm, she had him half-hard.

  “Is this what you want, Jake?”

  Mesmerized by the beautiful woman splayed out next to him, he reached over and idly traced a path through her wet flesh, giving her slow, gentle strokes that would keep her hot and bothered.

  She sighed and leaned back, resting her head on the seat. “Mmm, you make me feel so good.” Her hips shunted a little from side to side, getting more friction from his fingers.

  He backed off deliberately, until he barely touched her. “Don’t come until I tell you to.”

  “Yes, Jake.”

  He had to use his left hand to reach around the steering wheel and shift the car into drive. His right hand was busy exploring all the familiar folds and crevices of Kate’s pussy. As he drove out of the parking lot, the car hit a dip and his forefinger slid over her engorged clit.

  A low moan left her throat. “Oh, that was nice. Thank you, Jake.”

  He’d never noticed before, but she said his name a lot. Acknowledging him? That should make him happy, but the sound soured his stomach.

  He was her Master, damn it.

  And before the night was over, he’d hear the word from her pretty lips.

  Chapter Twelve

  Kate squeezed her thighs, a subtle tightening that nudged her clit back and forth as she walked. Jake had fondled her wickedly while he drove, but hadn’t let her come—not even after she’d begged him.

  As soon as he’d parked, he told her to lean back in the seat. Grasping her ankles in his big hands, he’d lifted her feet wide and gazed down at her with a hungry stare that set her heart pounding, holding her so her sex was completely exposed to anyone who looked in.

  The thought of being on display behind the car windows made her shiver in excitement and fear. She’d wanted him to eat her to orgasm right there, next to a sidewalk where anyone might stroll by and see them.

  After a long inspection, Jake had made her suck his fingers clean, then dropped his head between her thighs and given her one slow, long, maddening lick that deliberately missed her clitoris.

  When she’d whimpered and begged him to make her come, he backed off with a smile and told her to save it for the club.

  Sadist.

  She squeezed her nails into his forearm to exact a bit of retribution. Her torturous high heels weren’t designed for the rough sidewalks of San Francisco, so she clung to his arm as they crossed Mission Street.

  He patted her hand as though to reassure her. She gazed up at his face, but he stared straight ahead. No doubt about it, nights were made for men like Jake Monroe. The streetlights cast shadows under the hard angles of his cheekbones, and the wind ruffled his hair, giving him a roguish look. He looked comfortable—a dangerous man in a rough part of town, moving as naturally as a panther in the jungle. A man who could protect her from anything…and fulfill all the kinky desires she’d been hiding, even from herself.

  When he looked down at her and smiled, she nearly melted into the pavement. “Nervous?”

  She licked her lips. “Not really.”

  He laughed and patted her hand again. “Is that why your fingers are trembling?”

  As if she’d admit it. Tonight she was a brazen slut, a woman who wanted nothing but his pleasure—and as soon as they were behind closed doors, she’d prove it to him. She tossed her head, and his gaze fell to her quivering breasts for a second. “It’s freezing out here.”

  He wrapped his arm around her and squeezed, pulling her into the warmth of his side. He wasn’t wearing a jacket but didn’t seem to notice the cold. “The club’s right around the corner. I’ll warm you up once we’re inside.”

  “I’ve been down this street a thousand times, and never noticed a club.”

  His arm lifted when he shrugged. “They probably keep the entrance low key so they don’t attract attention from the anti-sex nuts. Here we are.”

  Low key was right. The door stood partially open, and a muscular young man wearing a business suit sat behind a small podium right inside the entrance. A long hallway stretched out behind him, the walls hung with purple velvet and lit with pale green sconces. She’d expecte
d noise and lights, like a strip club on Broadway. If there hadn’t been a small sign above the door reading “The Power Exchange,” she’d never have believed this was a kink club. She could barely hear the music from the street.

  The doorman gave them a long look. “Are you tourists?”

  “No,” Jake answered.

  “All right then. Couples are free on the main floor. If you want to go up to Level Two where the fantasy rooms are, it’s thirty for couples.”

  Fantasy rooms? That sounded pretty extreme. Before she could suggest the main floor, Jake handed over some cash.

  The guy stamped his hand with a small ink pad, then patted down the back of his chinos. “No smoking inside. No drugs, no liquor, no poppers. Don’t give the cops an excuse to raid the place and arrest us all.”

  “No problem.” Jake’s droll tone made Kate smile.

  “When you’re out, you’re out. We don’t allow re-entry.” The guy rattled instructions off while patting around Jake’s waist. “Don’t touch anyone without asking first. No means no.”

  Not to Jake. Well, she did have a way to tell him no. But Jake was always so considerate of her limits, she’d never have to use it. He’d never hurt her more than she could enjoy.

  After the bouncer stamped her hand, he checked her out thoroughly. “I guess I won’t need to frisk you. You can’t be hiding much in that outfit.”

  Her cheeks heated. To distract herself, she looked down at the stamp on her hand. It was simple, just the number two in a pentagram.

  “There’s a clothes check on Level Two. It’s another five bucks, but worth it.”

  Clothes check? Was she expected to prance around naked in front of a bunch of strangers? Well, as long as she was with Jake, she didn’t have anything to worry about. Despite his sexy threats to share her, he wouldn’t let another man get within touching distance.

  Maybe she could tease him a little, show him that other men desired her. She’d whip him into a frenzy, and he’d take her in front of an audience—a safer audience than the one back at the restaurant. She wouldn’t have to worry about what anyone thought in here.

  Jake led her down the narrow hall. As they neared the end, the thud of the music’s bass beat got louder. A large room opened to the left. Soft lighting, deep red walls, bodies gyrating alone and together. The lights were so dim, she couldn’t see all the way across the room.

  At her feet, a nude couple lay on the floor, bodies moving in the missionary position. A woman’s long fingers, nails painted bright red, squeezed the man’s ass as he fucked her.

  The sight made her already-aroused clit tingle.

  Jake tugged her hand and pulled her to the right, through a wooden door with “Level Two” painted on the front. A bouncer on the other side of the door checked their hand stamps and waved them on up the stairs.

  Jake motioned with his arm for her to go ahead, his eyebrow raised in silent challenge. No matter what she saw up there, she wouldn’t act shocked or surprised. Jake would never need to find another woman to explore his kinks with. Whatever he wanted, she could do it—and she’d make sure not to play the outraged maiden afterwards.

  She took a deep breath and climbed the narrow black stairs, holding tight to the thin wooden banister for balance. Weird paintings lined the walls—on one side was a larger-than-life fantasy image of a huge-breasted woman in a shiny black corset, straps and chains dangling from her neck. Her legs straddled a dragon with flames exiting its mouth and nostrils, its long tongue reaching around the woman’s thigh. The tip of the dragon’s enormous tongue was buried inside the woman’s vagina.

  Whew. Kate gripped the banister harder and kept going.

  On the landing, another huge painting showed a naked man on his knees, back arched and head thrown back, his expression one of ecstatic agony. Behind him, a woman with long flowing yellow hair wielded a riding crop and a gigantic black strap-on dildo that disappeared into the man’s ass.

  Her throat went dry. Clearly this was a place where anything could be done…in public. Jake could fuck her in the ass in public, and no one would say a word. They’d watch, aroused, and have sex with others right there in front of her. Like an orgy.

  Jake pushed a little on her low back. “What’s the hold up?”

  She hadn’t even realized she’d stopped to stare at the anal scene on the landing. “It’s my heels,” she lied. “Sorry.”

  “I’ll get you off your feet soon.”

  Oh, yes. That promise propelled her up the final set of stairs quickly.

  The music was quieter up here, a thread of rhythm punctuated by low moans and cries. At the top of the stairs, a wide foyer opened up. On second glance, it wasn’t a foyer but a mezzanine, with a long, wide balcony on all sides that overlooked the floor below. More undulating bodies were dancing—or screwing—all around the balcony, most of them naked or close enough. One woman was even chained to the balcony by the wrists while two men fondled her breasts. Her long brown hair hung over the balcony as she bent backwards, offering herself to the men like a pagan sacrifice.

  Kate looked away. To her right, a tall man bent forward over the railing while the woman behind him slapped the bare ass that poked out of his leather chaps. A black riding crop was tucked under her arm.

  Kate had never seen anything like it. The sight of a grown man’s ass getting spanked made her shiver. No point in being nervous. As long as Jake stayed close, nothing could happen. This was just like acting out a fantasy.

  Jake took her elbow. “Let’s find the clothes check.”

  She nodded and glanced around. Every few feet, low tables held boxes of a variety of condoms and latex gloves in a mute testament to safe sex. Across the way, she spotted a lighted sign that read “Clothing Check.”

  She pointed. “There it is.”

  “Katherine?”

  Shock made her freeze. Oh, God. Someone had recognized her!

  She turned slowly. The man in chaps who’d been hanging over the balcony was standing less than a foot away, smiling at her. Recognition made her head spin. “Arthur?”

  For the life of her, she couldn’t look away from his exposed cock. A black leather harness was strapped around his shaft and balls, squeezing in a way that must be excruciatingly painful. His hard, reddened cock was long and thin, just like she’d imagined, and it jutted out from the front gap in his chaps like a proud flagpole. Pressure from the straps made the head nearly purple. Her gaze wandered up over a slender, muscled chest, dusted with a light covering of salt-and-pepper hair.

  When she reached his eyes he was smiling, his expression both kind and amused. “It’s good to see you. I suspected we might have this…predilection in common.”

  She could barely form a sentence. “I…I thought so, too.” Except I thought you were dominant, not submissive like me.

  Submissive like me…

  God, she was a submissive. Completely and totally. Why argue with Jake about something so patently true?

  Arthur’s face suddenly folded into a painful wince. He bent over slightly, and Kate saw the harness pulled tight, yanked in the harsh hand of the woman who was with him. He groaned. “I’m sorry, Mistress.”

  The woman was heavyset, as tall as Arthur and probably twice his weight. Her breasts were enormous, bouncing free above a shiny red corset. Strange jewelry, a sort of elaborate nail with ball studs at each end, poked through her nipples. Kate cringed. Those piercings must have hurt like the devil.

  When the woman pulled the end of the leash high over her head, Arthur was forced to take a step closer. She lifted her foot and planted a spiked heel on his thigh, precariously close to his cock. Her red skirt was shorter than Kate’s own, her thick legs clad in black fishnet stockings. For an overweight woman, she had an undeniable air of sexual power about her. “Do you know what you did wrong, bottle boy? If you don’t, you’ll receive punishment with no hope of pleasure.”

  He was panting, face shiny with perspiration. “I spoke without permission, Mistr
ess.”

  Her gaze raked Kate, taking in Jake where he stood behind her. “Do you know this sub?”

  Goodness, could everyone tell she was submissive simply by looking at her? Why had she been the last to know?

  Arthur hung his head like a disobedient student. “Yes, Mistress. I know her. But I offer no excuse for my offense. I know it displeases you when I speak to others, and I was wrong to annoy you.”

  The woman’s gaze softened, and she lowered the leash.

  With more room to move, Arthur went down on one knee and bent over to kiss her shoe. “Please forgive me, Mistress.”

  “You must earn my forgiveness, dog.” Her tone was harsh, in stark contrast to the tender look in her eyes. Clearly she cared about the man she controlled.

  But Arthur, with his head bowed, didn’t see. “Yes, Mistress. If it pleases you.” He sounded eager. Excited.

  With a tug on the cock leash, the woman pulled Arthur to his feet. Without giving Kate another glance, he trotted behind his Mistress, following her to the nearest chair. It was more of a chaise, with two low, spread arms. The woman lay down, the vinyl upholstery squeaking as she settled in. She hooked one leg over each armrest to open herself wide.

  As Kate stared, Arthur fell to his knees and buried his face in the fleshy folds of his Mistress’s crotch.

  From behind, Jake nuzzled her ear. “See what I mean? He can’t exactly tell the whole world he saw you here.”

  Mesmerized by the sight of Arthur’s head bobbing over the woman’s hairy pussy, she nodded in silence.

  The woman gave a long, lusty moan. Arthur backed off for a second, giving Kate a glimpse of his long tongue flicking and darting over the large, engorged nub of his Mistress’s clitoris. Kate squeezed her thighs together, massaging her aching clit as her co-worker licked another woman’s pussy right in front of her. Sweat beaded on her lip as she imagined Jake in the woman’s place, sprawled unashamedly while she knelt at his feet and obediently sucked his cock. She might misbehave just to get her lips around Jake’s cock.