She had no right to wish that, of course. She was lying to Jax about why she was here. Lying to her bosses. Lying to everyone. When this case was closed…Jax would never want to speak to her again.
She yanked at the cuffs with her wrists; she was pinned tight, waiting helplessly for Jax’s return.
Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes for a moment. Let yourself enjoy it, she thought. It had been so long since she’d let herself go…
“I’m back.” Jax’s voice startled her, and she straightened up, rigid with anticipation. Out of the corner of her eye she could see that he held a flogger, with dozens of leather tendrils spraying out from the handle that he gripped.
“Spread your legs apart.”
She took a wide stance, and as she did, he gently ran the tendrils over her bare buttocks. Then he drew the flogger back and snapped it, and the tendrils stung the bare skin of her buttocks, making her jump.
“Who’s the boss, baby?”
Snap! The tendrils struck again, and she felt red lines of heat spreading across the skin of her buttocks. It was painful, but in an oddly pleasurable way.
“You are!” she cried out.
“What?” The next flick of the flogger sprayed across her buttocks with more force, and she yelped and did a little dance step where she stood, gasping.
“You are, sir!” she cried out loudly.
A half circle of men and women had gathered to watch.
“Who owns that pussy?” Crack! The flogger snapped again, and she squealed at the hot flashes of pain spraying over her skin.
“You do, sir!” she cried out.
“Who owns that ass?” Another blow, higher this time. The skin of her buttocks was so warm she was sure it glowed. Every snap of the flogger felt as if it were travelling straight to her pussy, sending a jolt of arousal through her body with each blow.
“You do, sir!”
“Who’s your master?”
Snap! And a lightning bolt of pleasure shot through her body, and she wanted him inside her so badly that she ached.
“You are, sir!”
“Have you had enough?”
“Yes sir! Please, sir! I’ve had enough!”
“No, you haven’t! You’ve had enough when I say you’ve had enough!” And there were three more strikes in rapid succession, which had her dancing on the spot and squealing.
Then he released her handcuffs, and she staggered back, panting for breath, and reached for her hem to push it back down…until she saw his warning look.
“Do I have to flog you again?” he growled.
“No, sir. Please, sir,” she gasped, her breath coming in heated pants.
He reached forward and unzipped panels of latex that covered her breasts and peeled them back. Then he bent down and sucked one of her swollen ruby nipples into her mouth, and she let out a wail of pleasure and desperate need.
“Ooooohhhh,” She whimpered as he scraped her nipple with her teeth.
“Now I get you all to myself,” he said, holding up a small key.
He led her through a door and down another hallway, into a big room with a circular bed. Handcuffs dangled from a chain on the wall over the bed. The covers were black and velvety.
“Take your panties off.”
With a moan, she stripped off the soaking wet panties and dropped them to the floor.
“On the bed, on your hands and knees. Now.”
She quickly complied.
“Back up, baby. I want your ass at the end of the bed.”
When she’d obeyed him, he knelt down behind her and spread her pussy lips open with his fingers, and she cried out as he began caressing her with his tongue.
“You taste so good,” he gasped, between laps. “I’ve wanted to taste you ever since the first time I smelled that sweet aroma. You’re like honey.”
He buried his face in her, his tongue diving in. He seemed to be breathing in her scent, suckling her juices, without need for oxygen.
She clutched at the bed, her breath coming out in short, harsh pants as he suckled at her, nipping and teasing her sensitive flesh until she wailed aloud. He speared her with his tongue, thrusting it inside her and forcing it into her tight hole and she struggled not to scream with frustration as he tormented her with deep, thirsty jabs. She wanted more. Despite the fact that she’d climaxed a mere 15 minutes ago, she already was burning for him again, craving release.
“What do you want, baby?”
“I want your cock,” she gasped. “I want you inside me.”
“Yeah, you do.” He sounded infuriatingly smug, but she was too far gone to care.
He stood up and unbuckled his pants, dropping them to the ground.
She heard the crinkling of cellophane as he ripped a condom from its wrapper, and then a brief pause as he rolled the condom onto his massive girth.
Then he gripped her hips with both hands and she felt the head of his cock pressing up against her. He held on to her and pushed hard, sliding several inches inside her, but he was so huge that it took several more thrusts before he was all the way in.
She could feel her muscles clamping tightly around him, stretching to accommodate his thickness. . He let out a harsh gasp and began pumping into her, forcing his way in until he had plunged in to the hilt. His testicles slapped against her as he rocked into her body in a steady rhythm, and she had to brace herself on the bed against the force of his thrusts.
“You’re so tight, baby. I love it,” he groaned, his breaths coming faster and faster.
Soon that delicious feeling of heat swept over her again, and she knew she was about to climax.
“Faster,” she begged. “Harder.”
“Like this?” and he obliged, gripping her tightly and slamming into her so hard that she was rocked forward with each deep thrust of his cock. He gripped her hips so tightly his fingers sank into her flesh; she’d have bruises there in the morning.
“Yes…yes…” The heat rose up over her in a wave and drenched her, sucking her into a whirlpool of pleasure. Then the heat exploded, and as her muscles spasmed and clamped down on his cock, he uttered a harsh, guttural cry and joined her in climax.
Slowly, he pulled out of her, leaving her spent and gasping, collapsed on the bed. He stood there by the bed, and she felt an odd emptiness, a chasm widening between the two of them.
She sat up, beads of sweat rolling down her forehead, her face warm and flushed as her rapid breathing slowed. Jax reached out and caressed her hair and stared down at her, his eyes still glazed with desire.
“You were incredible,” he told her.
And she realized: he’d never kissed her.
It shouldn’t matter to her. This was all an act, right? Then why did she suddenly feel so lonely, even though Jax was standing right next to her, his fingers tangling in her hair?
She forced a smile. “The earth moved for you, too?”
“Baby, the whole galaxy moved.”
With a sigh he released her hair. “I want to stay in here with you all night, but we’ve got to go out there and start investigating.”
“I know.”
She stood up and put her clothing back on.
“Those girls I introduced you to before? I bet you can start up a conversation with them. They’ll be curious about you.”
She and Jax had rehearsed their story at the apartment earlier, as she sat next to him on his couch trying not to notice the hugeness of his erection. They would tell everyone that they’d met at a bar a couple of weeks ago, and had instantly fallen for each other. They’d been together ever since, according to their fake story. He told her not to worry about people asking her what she did for a living; at BDSM clubs, it was considered bad form to ask questions about people’s vanilla lives. Some people volunteered that kind of information, other people couldn’t afford to, for fear that word of their proclivity for kink would get back to their boss, their wife, their boyfriend, their parents, their pastor…
“Good place t
o start.” Her voice was all business now, as she zipped her dress closed over her breasts and pushed her skirt back down.
He unclipped the leash, and the two of them walked out of the room together.
Together, but miles apart.
Chapter Seven
“Hey, Jax, are you ready for Act Two?” Caress, the submissive Jax had introduced them to earlier, cooed seductively.
Bobbi felt a flare of anger burning through her as Caress leaned in much too close and pressed her breast against Jax’s arm. Caress’s scent rolled over them, some kind of cinnamon perfume mixed with the odor of her own musk. Jax looked annoyed and took a step back, his arm slung around Bobbi’s waist.
What are the rules for a submissive when an overeager ho-bag puts the moves on her dominant? Bobbi thought irritably. Would it be completely wrong for me to shift, and rip her throat out? OK, since Caress was human, that would hardly be fair. That was okay, she could kick her ass in human form just as easily.
“Have some class,” Velvet snapped at her, walking up behind them. “He’s with someone.”
“That’s never stopped him before.” Caress licked her lips. “I’ve missed you, Jax. It’s been too long.”
Before she knew it, Bobbi had half-shifted and her face had lengthened into a snout, ears sharpening to points and claws springing from her hands. A growl ripped from her throat, and Caress gasped and jumped back.
Jax threw his head back and laughed as Bobbi shifted back, and Caress shot him a wounded look before scampering off.
“Ignore her,” Velvet said, rolling her eyes. “She always wants what she can’t have.”
“Everything okay over here?” A handsome man with a British accent walked up to them. His dark hair, shot through with streaks of gray, was close clipped, and he had a goatee. He was burly, wearing only leather pants and sporting arms corded with muscles and a sculpted six pack.
He’s got nothing on Jax, Bobbi thought dismissively.
“Hello, Cedric. Bobbi, Cedric is the owner of this fine establishment.”
“This place is amazing. Lovely to meet you,” she said.
“And it’s even lovelier to meet you. Jax, I approve. Bring her around any time.” Cedric made a big show of kissing her hand, and Bobbi saw Jax’s eyes narrow and change color briefly before he composed himself.
“Well, I’ll let you all chat. Bobbi, let me know if you’d like a tour of the club some time,” Velvet said. Jax gave Bobbi a quick nod, and she said hastily “How about now?” and followed Velvet through the crowd, leaving Jax to chat with Cedric. It would be a perfect opportunity for Jax to pump Cedric for information.
Velvet led Bobbi on a tour through all of the various restraint stations and showed her racks and display cases full of implements of punishment, which were available for purchase. Employees cleaned every restraint station and play area thoroughly with a disinfectant solution after each use, mopping up sweat and bodily fluids, Bobbi noticed. Those solutions killed viruses, bacteria, fungi...but would the solution kill whatever had led to the Shifter rage attacks?
Then Velvet took her through a hallway that lead to the club’s special theme areas. There was a medical play area set up like a doctor’s office, a dungeon, an alien spaceship, a room decorated like a pirate ship, a room decorated like a college classroom, and a jail cell.
When they finished their tour, she saw Jax standing in the center of the room, with a beautiful bleached blonde who wore an outfit made of a series of leather straps that crisscrossed each other. Her hair was so blond it was white, and she had luscious red lips that gleamed with gloss, and black eyeliner slashed across each eye in a cateye style. Her boobs were clearly fake, but they were spectacular.
Jax had discussed this with Bobbi before they came to the club. This was her cue. He was going to stage a very public punishment scene with one of the submissives, and while he had the crowd distracted, she would break into the main office and hack into the computer.
She was expecting the punishment scene. What she wasn’t expecting was how much it stung her to the core to see him with another woman. True, he was about to whip the woman, not have sex with her – but when he’d punished her, it had felt so intimate. It had felt exactly like sex. And watching Jax punish someone else felt like being publicly betrayed.
If she were in a relationship with a dominant, she realized, she wouldn’t want him to do scenes with anybody else.
Velvet followed her gaze, and her eyes widened.
“Uh-oh. Jax and the angel of death. Don’t let him go in a private room with her,” Velvet said.
“What?” Bobbi was startled.
Velvet glanced around furtively, and pulled her aside, away from the crowd. “Don’t tell anyone I told you this,” she said in a low voice.
“My lips are sealed.” Bobbi’s heart pounded. This was it. She’d finally get some answers.
“It’s weird, because Aurora’s worked here for like, four years. Longer than me. I’ve been here a year. She’s always really popular with the customers, and she takes guys into those rooms all the time. But all of a sudden – well, it could just be a coincidence, I guess.”
“What do you mean?”
“Two customers she’s been with have died over the past couple of weeks, and both times it was just a few days after they went in a room with her. One of them was that judge that was in all the papers, the one who went crazy. Before that, one of them was a doctor who went on some hunting trip and died in a hunting accident.”
So, word had gotten around at the club, which wasn’t surprising. It was a small scene. Fortunately nobody knew about the third shifter, the one who’d gone crazy in Mexico, because his wealthy family had done such a good job of quashing the news. “That is weird. Have other guys gone into rooms with her and come out okay?”
“Oh, sure. So far. I mean, she usually has a few customers a night, so it could just be a weird coincidence. I mean, it’s not like they died the same way,” Velvet said doubtfully. Then she glanced over at Jax and Aurora. A big crowd was gathered around them. And why not? They were both physically beautiful specimens, about to take part in a highly erotically charged public flogging scene.
Bobbi took a deep breath. Now was her chance.
“I can’t watch this, Velvet. I need to be alone for a few minutes.” Bobbi blinked back fake tears and turned to rush off. Years of living on the street as a child had taught her better than any theatre class how to manufacture whatever emotion she needed to portray for the moment. She could cry on command like a Broadway star.
She wove her way through the crowd and slipped down the hallway, pretending to head for the bathrooms.
Jax had given her a map with a layout of the building earlier that day at his apartment. She glanced around quickly to make sure that nobody was watching, and then slipped down a side hallway that lead to the owner’s office suite.
At the doorway, she quickly jimmied the door open with a lock pick that she’d secreted in her dress, and slipped inside the office.
The office décor was oddly incongruous after walking out of a room full of whips, chains, and writhing half naked bodies. It was decorated like the office of an executive at a hedge fund firm, with a leather top mahogany desk, mahogany book shelves, and comfortably padded leather sofa and chairs.
The laptop on his desk was folded shut. Quickly she pulled out the USB device from a tiny hidden pouch which she’d sewn into her dress. Jax had given it to her. He’d gotten it from some billionaire friend of his who had computer hackers in his employ; it would quickly copy all the information on the laptop, including, hopefully, a list of all the clients and all the employees at the club. There were many employees who were off the books, but the hope was that the owner at least kept a record somewhere.
She’d have to work fast. She jammed the USB device into the appropriate slot, and shifted impatiently from one foot to the other as the red light on the device flickered. It would glow green when it was done.
They could have most likely gotten a warrant to search the laptop, but that would have alerted Cedric to what was really happening at the club. For all they knew, Cedric could be behind the series of shifter attacks. Or he might erase all the information on his laptop out of fear that he would somehow be incriminated, or because of some other illegal activity going on at the club…or simply to protect his client list, which represented the crème de la crème not just of Playa Linda, but of nearby Los Angeles as well.
Jax had told her that there were a number of movie stars, directors, and producers who regularly visited Caged Heat.
The red light was blinking faster and faster, meaning the device was nearly finished, when Bobbi heard footsteps coming down the hallway.
Her heart pounded in her chest. No! She had to have this information! She couldn’t blow this!
The door handle was turning. Her heart was in her throat.
Green! The device blinked green, and she yanked it out and stuffed it back into its tiny compartment in her dress… but the door was opening.
Quickly, she walked away from the desk, standing in the middle of the room, and burst into loud, noisy sobs, burying her face in her hand.
The door flew open, and Cedric burst in, then stopped in astonishment at the sight of her.
“What are you doing here?” he demanded.
“I – I – I’m sorry,” she wailed, wiping the tears from her cheeks with the palms of her hands. “I couldn’t stand seeing Jax out there with that woman! And right after we were together, too! I had to get away!”
“How did you get in?”
“The door was open. I just ran down the hall and ran in the first room I could find,” she sniffled. She pictured Jax with Aurora, and felt something hot and painful twist inside of her. She manufactured a few more sobs which were half-genuine, and wiped more tears off her face with the back of her forearm.
“Oh, my dear.” Cedric walked over, gathered her in his arms, and gave her a hug. “This scene can be difficult for the novice. No offense, but you seem as if you’re new to the scene.”
“I am,” she whimpered as Cedric released her. “But I love it, except for having to watch my man with another woman! I know it’s not sex, but…it feels like it is. I can’t stand to see it.” The worst thing was, she was actually telling the truth, and it made her feel weak and queasy and disgusted with herself.
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