Savannah's Sentinel (Mountain Mastery Book 2)

by Avery Gale

  “Thank Master Carter for the orgasm, pet. And then show him how amazing that sweet mouth of yours feels when it’s wrapped around my cock. He’ll understand why I’ve been skipping our usual workout sessions.”

  After she’d thanked him, Carter held his hard cock in his hand and instructed her to place her hands on his thighs. When her hot mouth surrounded him, Carter groaned and leaned his head back, pure bliss etching his features. “Fucking hell, that feels so good. Hot, wet silk and her tongue is wicked.” Landon found himself increasing the pace of his strokes as Savannah’s mouth moved faster and faster over Carter’s length. When she groaned around him, Carter’s entire body went rigid, and Landon spilled his own seed into his hand.

  Carter set his clothes right, pressed a quick kiss to Savannah’s forehead, and ducked from the room. Landon cleaned himself and then helped Savannah smooth lotion over her entire body. “What’s in the box?” Her question surprised him since he hadn’t thought she’d even noticed it setting on the dark bed cover. Opening the oversized velvet jewelry box, he looked on as she took in the contents. She didn’t say anything, but he could practically feel the questions swirling through her mind.

  Taking it from her hands, he set it beside him on the bed and spread his knees apart. She didn’t hesitate to move into position when his eyes flickered to the floor in front of him. Their hours of training were going to pay off, because her reactions would easily convince anyone watching that they’d spent a lot of time together. Palming what looked like small hoop earrings, Landon leaned forward and sucked her left nipple until it was drawn up into a tight bud. Slipping the first ring over the tip, he pressed the sides together until it tightened. Repeating the process, he smiled when her right nipple peaked even quicker than the left one.

  “Stunning. Every time your dress moves over your pretty nipples, you’re going to remember who you belong to, pet.” And the sheer fabric was going to give anyone looking a peek at her luscious body. “I’d love to see your pretty nipples pierced. Decorating them would be such a pleasure.” He’d had a friend fashion gem encrusted arm bracelets for her, and his cock hardened as he slid them in place. “Notice the notched area on each band, Princess? I’ve got lovely chains that will attach to both the nipple clamps and the bands, effectively binding your arms to your sides.” He wouldn’t use them when they attended the party, because he didn’t want to restrict her movements.

  “Foot up, pet.” Setting her foot beside his hip, he leaned forward and sucked her clit into his mouth. A warm rush of her sweet cream dripped from his chin, and he groaned. “Fuck I want to spend the rest of the day playing with you, but I can feel we’re already lowering in altitude.” He pushed the two weighted silver balls deep inside and lowered her foot. “Turn around and bend over, Princess, I have one more piece for you before I let you get dressed.”

  “Oh God.” Her shiver as she turned made him chuckle.

  “The balls are partially filled with oil so they’ll continue shifting even after you’ve stopped moving. Remember, you do not have permission to come.”

  “Are you sure you aren’t a sadist?” She’d already bent at the waist in front of him, but he’d heard the whispered question anyway. He gave her a hard swat low on each ass cheek and smiled when his handprints bloomed bright crimson.

  “You’d better stand up nice and straight, pet, or everyone will be able to see you’ve gotten a spanking.” She shuddered but remained silent. “Spread your ass cheeks for me.” Using the cream coating her pussy, he lubricated the small plug and fucked her tight rosette in slow strokes until she was right on the verge of coming before he pushed it fully into place. Giving her another quick swat before helping her stand, he smiled at her glazed expression.

  “Your dress is hanging in the closet with the shoes I’ve chosen for you. I’ll expect you out in the cabin in two minutes.” He’d already covered the seat across from him with a soft towel. He planned to enjoy the view while they landed. He’d keep her mind occupied by updating her with the information Kyle had sent earlier, but her body wasn’t going to be interested in anything but its need to come. He was going to love watching her try to reconcile two very different forms of stimulation.

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  She was going to kill him. Landon Nixon was going to die a slow, painful death, and she was going to enjoy every minute watching. Assuming I can focus on something besides my pussy for more than thirty seconds, I’m going to find some way to make him suffer. He’d been torturing her for the past hour, and every step she’d took along the sandy beach was winding her up tighter and tighter. He was blathering on about the remarkable sunset, and she was trying to focus long enough to plot his demise. Can you say ‘irony’?

  Landon’s hand tightened around hers, and she realized he’d stopped walking. “Pet? You seem to be lost in thought. Care to share those thoughts with your Master?”

  Well…actually, no. Taking a deep breath, she tried to blank her expression, but knew it was wasted energy. Lying had never been something she’d made a concerted effort to learn to do well. “If it’s all the same to you, I think I’ll pass.”

  Frown lines formed between his brows, and she knew she’d made a mistake. “I don’t think so, Princess.” Holy shit. His voice was pitched low enough no one passing by would have heard the ominous thread laced through it. She didn’t ever remember seeing that particular look, and even in her highly-aroused state, she recognized how badly she’d screwed up. When she ducked her face, he tilted it back up until she was forced to meet his gaze. “Eyes on me, slave.”

  The significance of his change of endearment wasn’t lost on her. Someone was nearby watching. That was all it took to snap here out of the emotional soup she’d been swimming in. “I was wondering why my Master is torturing me. The gifts don’t actually feel like gifts now, Sir. And I’m afraid I was plotting ways to kill you…slowly.” She’d whispered the last words and saw the twitch of his lips.

  He used the tip of his finger to trace a line along the bottom of her collar without ever taking his eyes from hers. She recognized it for what it was…a reminder of who she belonged to. “Turn around and face the water, pet. I’m going to fuck you with my fingers, right here. There won’t be a person on this beach who won’t know exactly what we’re doing. You want to come? I’m going to oblige.”

  Oh my God. She turned and sighed when he wrapped himself around her. “Seven o’clock and three o’clock, Princess. We’ve had company for the last ten minutes. They’re reporting our every move. Open your legs for me.” The seamless switch of topics surprised her, and it took her a few seconds to respond. “Now, Princess, or this is going to get a lot more public, and I don’t think you want videos of me finger fucking you uploaded to every porn site on the web.”

  “No, my pleasure belongs to you, not every fool with a cell phone.” She knew her words surprised him when he growled against her ear.

  “Don’t ever forget that, Princess. Come when you’re ready, and then we’re going back to the hotel for dinner.” His fingers slid under her skirt and flicked feather light strokes over her throbbing clit. “During dinner, you’ll kneel and eat from my hand. Keep your legs spread for my viewing pleasure no matter who walks up to our table.”

  Savannah was trying to listen to his instructions because she was certain they wouldn’t be repeated, but fucking hell, it was hard to focus when her body was about to shake itself apart. “Please, Master. I’m so close.” She’d turned her face so her gasped words were spoken against the side of his neck. Licking him below his ear, the salt of his skin ignited her desire, and her hips involuntarily jerked against his fingers.

  “Greedy, girl. You’ll get everything you’re craving after dinner when you’ll be coming for me alone.” The message was clear. He didn’t want to share their most intimate moments with the audience surrounding them. Several people had walked by and smiled when they saw Landon’s hand moving under her skirt. One woman had flashed her breasts and given
them a thumbs-up. But it was Carter stepping into her view that sent her reeling. His arms crossed over his chest, he looked every bit the formidable body guard he was.

  Her body responded to his unspoken message. He wanted them to move it along, and Landon wasn’t going anywhere until he’d proven to those watching that he was indeed her Master. Heat flashed through her like lightning, and her orgasm thundered on its heels like a herd of wild horses. Nothing could have stopped the storm, and when she felt herself soak Landon’s hand, he snarled against her ear. “Fucking perfect.”

  Savannah had no idea how she’d managed to walk back to the hotel on legs that felt like they were made of rubber. Holy crap on a cactus, Gumby has stronger legs than I do. They made their way into the dining room, and she was relieved when they were led to a booth that was partially enclosed by a rattan screen. Kneeling on the cushion at Landon’s feet had been a relief rather than a humiliation.

  Landon’s fingers lifted her chin. “Drink, pet.” She gulped water from the glass until he pulled it out of her reach. “Not so fast, love. You’ll make yourself ill.” He was right, but damn, she was thirsty. When she heard the shuffle of feet nearby, she instinctively ducked her head.

  “Trouble with your slave, Mr. Nixon?” A man’s smooth voice filled the small space, and she fought the urge to look up to see who was speaking. Landon’s fingers flexed in her hair, reminding her to maintain her position.

  “Not at all, Mr. Alvarez. She is thirsty, and I’m simply reminding her that she is mine to care for.” Savannah wanted to smile, but knew better. Damn, he was good. He’d taken the truth and spun it into the perfect answer. If their table was bugged, there would be no question that he’d told the truth…even though his truth sounded much better than the unedited version.

  “Very well. She’s lovely, and she seems to be quite well-trained. I’m surprised you are seeking a replacement. I’d be happy to help you find a new Master for her.” Suddenly, his voice lost its cultured tone and became much more sleazy.

  “Thank you for the offer, but I’m not looking for a replacement for my lovely pet.” His fingers threaded to the ends of her unruly hair before returning to her scalp and repeating the sensuous gesture. Savannah knew it would appear as if he was petting her, but she recognized the soothing gesture for what it was…and attempted to calm her jangling nerves. “I’m looking for an additional slave. I’m demanding, and it is often too much for one.” Oh brother, he’s laying it on a bit thick now.

  “Understood. She is stunning and reminds me of my own sweet sub. There is something familiar in her fragile beauty. I’ll leave you to your dinner and look forward to seeing you tomorrow evening. Perhaps you’ll do a scene for our guests. It’s always a pleasure to see a slave’s deep devotion to her Master.” There was malevolence in his voice, and a dark foreboding moved through her. A scene that would showcase devotion wouldn’t be anything lightweight, and she fought the shiver that vibrated just beneath the surface. She breathed a sigh of relief when he finally walked away.

  Landon tipped her face up and nodded. He hadn’t smiled, but his pride in her shone brightly in his eyes. “Well done, pet. Now let’s eat and retire for the evening, shall we? I believe you’ve earned a reward.”

  Something tells me he isn’t talking about one of those secret-spy decoder rings Cracker Jacks was always promising.

  Landon wanted to sling his dinner against the wall. He’d been leery when he saw Marco Alvarez walking toward him. Knowing he was going to be under surveillance was one thing. Having the target of his investigation approach him the night before the operation was entirely different. Watching Alvarez walk away, Landon let out a long breath, grateful Savannah had kept her eyes on the floor. The other man had already mentioned that she reminded him of his own submissive. He saw no reason to let him get a closer look before they had to. The team had discussed the family resemblance between Savannah and Amaryllis, but decided to use it to their advantage. He’d need to make sure he paid particular attention to blondes at the party to lend credence to a preference for a certain type.

  After several long minutes, Landon realized he hadn’t said anything to Savannah since Alvarez’s visit. He’d fed her from his hand, but had been so distracted he hadn’t said a word. Fuck. This was the reason Tally often accused him of being the world’s worst dinner companion. Tilting her face up to his, Landon chastised himself for her worried expression. “I’m sorry, Princess. I’ve completely neglected you during our dinner.”

  “Did I do something wrong, Sir?” Damn, he was proud of her for remembering they were still out in public. He’d been worried about her ability to maintain her cover, and she was showing him up at every turn.

  “No. You’ve done everything right. I’m distracted by business, but I promise to reward your patience.” He knew the odds of their booth being wired were astronomical, so he’d been careful with his apology, but he’d make sure she understood once they were in their suite. Playing the radio while they were in the shower would shield any conversation from any electronic monitoring the team found in their room. He wrapped his hands around her upper arms and lifted her to her feet. “It gives me a lot of pleasure to feel the slave bands around your arms, pet.”

  “They were a beautiful gift, Sir. I’m proud to wear them.” The look in her eyes told him the words were sincere, and for the first time, he held out hope convincing her to stay after this was over might not be as daunting as he’d feared. As the elevator doors slid closed, Landon spun her into his arms and fisted her hair so her mouth was perfectly angled for his kiss. The man who’d shadowed them all day stopped the doors and slipped in as Landon lowered his mouth to hers.

  Savannah kept her hands to her sides as she’d been taught, and damn if Landon wasn’t anxious to help her unlearn that particular skill. He wanted to feel her hands on him. Although, having her small fists knotted in the front of his shirt right now would probably snap the tattered threads of his control. He had no intention of giving the man shadowing them a peep show in the elevator. He plundered her mouth, taking care to keep her face averted from the man’s appraising stare.

  The doors opened, and Landon held her against his side, shielding her as the stepped out. Once they were inside their room, he pressed his finger to his lips, silencing her before she’d gotten the chance to ask what had possessed him to act like a lunatic. Nodding to Carter, he noted the electronics sweep in his hands. He led Savannah into the room and looked at his friend expectantly.

  “Sir, the room is wired for sight and sound. Monitor your business conversations while in this area. I wouldn’t want any of your current projects compromised by the lack of security. I’d suggest you make other accommodations if you return.”

  “I will, and I’ll spread the word to my friends. I’m disappointed to learn our host has taken upon himself to become a Peeping Tom. As a Dom, I’m disappointed I won’t be able to enjoy my lovely slave in all the ways I’d hoped. And as a businessman, I’m pissed as hell that I can’t make important calls due to the lack of privacy. I’ve half a mind to load up and move on. This isn’t the only source for what I’m seeking.” And truer words were never spoken. He’d gladly get right back on the jet and leave if Amaryllis Fitzgerald’s safety wasn’t at stake.

  He stalked to the mini bar and poured a drink he had no intention of drinking. Throwing it against the wall in a show of rage, he fought back a grin at the expression on Savannah’s face. She’d known it was an act, and the effort it was taking her to not smile was easy to see despite the quick step she’d taken behind Carter. To anyone watching, she’d appear to be using the other man as a human shield, but Landon knew she was hiding her amusement.

  Shifting his attention to Carter, he pasted a scowl on his face. “Put a scrambler in the bathroom and get someone up here to clean that up.” Turning his attention to Savannah, he held out his hand and softened his tone. “Come, pet. We’re taking a shower together. I want to fuck you, and I don’t need it videotaped and b
roadcast all over the internet.” Leading her into the shower, he noted her shudder when he stopped abruptly. Fucking hell. He’d forgotten about the weighted balls in her pussy. Christ, it was a miracle she hadn’t killed him.

  He didn’t fully trust the small device they were using to scramble the electronic monitoring equipment, so he made sure there was enough steam in the room to obscure the cameras before stripping her of the short dress he’d given her to wear so many hours earlier. With the radio playing to block any recording equipment not crippled by the scrambler, he leaned close and spoke against the warm shell of her ear. “Fucking amazing. You take my breath away.”

  Her hands fumbled with the buttons of his shirt before it opened and her hands slid inside. The cool touch of her fingers over his warm skin sent goose bumps racing over the surface. “I know we’re supposed to be working, but my body can’t take any more. Please do something.”

  “I fully intend to do quite a lot, but first, I want to apologize for how this day has gone. This is not at all what I had in mind. And I certainly shouldn’t have left you suffering so long from the toys.” He loosened the nipple clamps slowly while sucking the abused buds in soothing strokes.

  Kneeling in front of her, he removed the balls and plug before pressing a soft kiss atop her swollen clit. He felt like a first-class jerk. Some Dom he was. He’d left the devices in place far longer than he should have, and through it all, she’d remained a true professional.

  Moving her under the shower’s warm spray, he soaped her hair and massaged her scalp until she was weaving on her feet. “Feel good, Princess?”