This Just In [Internet Bonds Series Book 6]

by Christy Poff

  "Are you positive about the flogging?"

  Again he nodded.

  "I will punish you if you misbehave and only then. You have never disobeyed or failed me. In fact, you did everything you could to protect me from Holmes because you told me to run and escape. If anything, I failed you for not staying with you. A Dominant is supposed to protect their slave and I did not do that for you. One day, I hope you will understand what I'm trying to say. Right now, I want you to relax while I drive you crazy."

  * * * *

  Brett groaned when Ainsley finished binding his cock. His entire body reacted, every nerve ending on edge waiting for what she planned to do next. He felt her tongue gingerly tease his nipples just before a sharp pinch.

  "I've just applied nipple clips. They will keep you aroused while I tease your magnificent cock. Do you feel degraded wearing them?"

  "No,” he tried to answer, shaking his head.

  "Good. If I tell you to get them pierced, will you?"

  He enthusiastically nodded. He would do anything to please the woman who'd given him everything he'd ever sought or needed from life.

  "I see your cock is impatient and sorely in need of my attention. Has anyone else touched you?"

  He shook his head furiously trying to tell her no. He felt her drag her long fingernails over his skin. She traced his scars and made him feel extraordinarily sexy. He sensed her kneeling in front of him, loving the feel of her breasts brushing over him, teasing his hungry senses.

  He groaned when she took his swollen cock deep into her throat, more so as she went down on him. One thing my wife can do is give phenomenal blow jobs. When he released his essence into her mouth, he bit down on the bit between his teeth. Shock overwhelmed him when she told him to stand after releasing his ankles from the manacles then slowly led him across the room by his cock. Her soft hands on his erect shaft sent heat surging through him.

  The moment his cock touched her sweet velvety pussy, he knew what would come next though he waited for her command.

  "Fuck me blindly, slave, and be very forceful."

  The words music to his ears, he slowly drove his swollen cock into her sweet wet heat then drew back. He wanted to prolong the sensation but raw lust and brutal passion overwhelmed him. Animal instincts surfaced as he pounded his cock into her without mercy. The hood blinding him drove him wild, the experience impossible to describe.

  The moment Ainsley cried out, Brett exploded, his seed filling his wife's body. He continued hammering her pussy, feeling her body moving with his while not wanting to stop his siege on her senses. I want you pregnant, woman. I want you!

  "Yes, fuck me, Brett,” she ordered. “Harder, slave!"

  Her words drove him to obey without question or thought. He'd never disobey her, unable to handle her anger—once was enough. The feel of her legs around his drove him more. He pounded her body harder, her moans telling him what she wanted from him. He filled her again, his body falling to hers, spent from loving his wife.

  He felt the hood being removed, the cool air refreshing to his damp hair and skin. His lips found her nipple and latched onto it, suckling it before he went to the other.

  "I pray my wife is carrying our child."

  "If I'm not, we'll keep trying until I am."

  "I love you, Ainsley—now and forever."

  "I love you, too."

  "I will not leave you for any reason. If business calls me away, we go together. No more separation. I want to be commanded by you anytime, anywhere. I want to fuck my wife without going through the frustration of trying to come home to her and hitting snag after snag. I need you desperately, Ainsley, and I honestly cannot live without you in my life."

  "And if I can't give you a child or do what we once did?"

  "I love you, Ainsley,” he told her emphatically. “After what you just did for and to me, I'd be a fool to turn from you for any reason."

  "Then drink from me, slave."

  Brett groaned then awkwardly moved to obey her. Still bound, he managed to do what she wanted. When she came, she purred with contentment.

  "Thank you for fucking me with your strong fingers, your hard cock and your erotic tongue."

  "I am your devoted servant, Mistress."

  "You are amazing."

  "Anytime, Mistress. All you have to do is say the word."

  Brett and Ainsley slept, wrapped in each other's arms, sated and whole once again. After she released him from the restraints, he made torturously slow love to her keeping her on edge for hours.

  "Brett, you're..."

  "This just in, Mistress, I love you."

  Epilogue

  Word raced through the Justice Department and spread like wildfire to the interested agencies in New York and California. Jonas Guttshaw—also known as Jonathan Goodman and Jack Gaithers—had been found dead, an apparent suicide. Mexican police from a tiny village nearby found him dead after he'd been reported missing, the cause of death a gunshot to the head from a small caliber handgun found on a rock below his hand.

  The villagers buried their beloved doctor with high honors befitting a ranking government official and mourned his death because now, they had to go further for medical treatment like they'd done before Gaithers settled in their little community and opened his clinic.

  Identification had been made by accident when an agent from the FBI met with a captain of the Federales. The report with the suicide victim's photo lay on his desk, out in the open. The American agent asked to see it then pulled out his cell phone and called his office in Los Angeles. After faxing the file to his superior, the agent went about his investigation and left to return to his office in the States.

  The photo wound up in San Francisco, New York and Washington—all three offices identifying him. Cases Guttshaw had been involved in or suspected of being involved in were marked closed. Eric Kane could not wait to inform Jim Pearson and the Quincannons—it felt great to be the bearer of good news for once.

  * * * *

  When the Quincannons received the news about Guttshaw, they had just arrived for a belated month-long honeymoon in Hawaii. Relief set in and, on a walk along one of the private beaches near their rented home, Brett owned up to what he'd done, praying Ainsley would understand and forgive him.

  "Somehow, I knew that's where you went."

  "How?"

  "Connery is good but I could see something troubled him every time the subject came up or he couldn't get a hold of you."

  "And what does this do to us?” he asked, looking away from her fearing what came next.

  "I'm glad you killed the bastard. He left me in that place to rot and evidently enjoyed it. He deserved worse than a quick death."

  "Ainsley, I..."

  "Brett, all I wanted the entire time he held me in that place was you. Between knowing you'd get me out of there and constantly telling them my real name, I survived. I'm sorry we lost all that time and when I came out of it and learned you'd gone, I figured you left me because you wanted a real life and not one with a zombie. Connery told me you'd return and I held onto that—thank God."

  "You're not..."

  "No. I love you and I'm glad you took care of his threat because I'm sure if he found out we were alive, he'd be back to finish the job."

  "Ainsley, what have I done to deserve perfection?"

  While in the islands, they worked on Ainsley's desire but hesitation to being bound and Brett worked on the follow-up rebuttal to his original piece on the Dom/sub life. They spent a few more weeks investigating the scenes in various cities, getting interviews and some film while testing the waters in various select and very elite clubs.

  When he finished, he had a piece of work he could be proud of—something he hadn't felt about his journalistic endeavors for a long time. He shopped it around to various networks after his former employer refused it. The wait began to see if he had any takers.

  Brett and Ainsley lounged by the pool late one afternoon. She'd taken off the top of her s
wimsuit, hating any kind of obvious lines interfering with a perfect tan. She'd just turned to her stomach when Connery bought them iced tea and news—timed perfectly as always.

  "Sir, MSNBC is on the phone for you."

  "Thanks,” Brett said, taking the cordless phone while appreciating Connery's discretion about his wife's naked body. “Brett Cannon."

  When he hung up, he had a huge grin on his face.

  "What?” Ainsley asked.

  "They're taking it."

  "Wonderful,” she exclaimed.

  "We need to send it to New York and they'll take it from there."

  "Why don't we take it to New York?"

  "You're sure?” Brett asked.

  "I am. I want piercings done and New York seems like the right place to do it."

  "Connery?"

  "I'm making arrangements as we speak. You are already booked into the Plaza and I'm on the phone with the airlines now."

  "How do you do it, Connery?"

  "My secret."

  * * * *

  Several days later, they left the offices of MSNBC in New York and walked around the city. Brett hailed a cab, gave the driver an address in Greenwich Village and pulled Ainsley close to him for the cab ride—not that he needed an excuse.

  "Where are we going?” Ainsley asked.

  "You'll see."

  The cab finally pulled up in front of a huge brownstone. Brett paid the fare then escorted Ainsley to the door. He rang the bell and they waited.

  "Yes?” a petite woman asked when she opened the door.

  "I have an appointment."

  "Your entry code?"

  "SBQ."

  "Follow me."

  She led them into a parlor where they waited a few minutes before Mistress Eve joined them. Dressed in black leather, she had an intimidating air.

  "I am Mistress Eve. It's a pleasure to meet you, Mistress Ainsley. Your slave tells me the two of you want piercings done."

  "Yes, I do but..."

  "He also tells me he wants it done at the height of orgasm and at the same time."

  Ainsley looked at Brett. What has he planned?

  "Interesting desire, my slave,” Ainsley complimented. “How do you do all this?"

  "Simple—you and your slave will do whatever takes you to the utmost high. When you reach it, my associates and I will do the desired bodywork then leave you to recover. I will check the piercings before you leave and that's it."

  Ainsley looked at Brett and smiled.

  "Then let's do it."

  "Your slave mentioned nipple piercings?"

  "Yes, both his and mine and I'd like a belly piercing as well."

  "Ainsley?” Brett asked, curious about this since she'd never mentioned it before.

  "I've always wanted one, we're here—so why not?"

  "Outstanding,” Mistress Eve said. “He told me how he wants this to be done."

  "My slave is acting the part of master, I see."

  "Only to please you, Mistress."

  Ainsley nodded her acceptance, completely trusting Brett's wishes.

  "This way,” Mistress Eve said.

  * * * *

  Ainsley submitted everything to Brett's control, trusting him completely. She allowed him to cuff her to an X-frame, her hands and feet bound, Ainsley spread-eagle for him. She watched Mistress Eve cuff his hands behind his gorgeous body before shackling his feet. Watching another Dominant prepare her slave—her husband—aroused her more than she ever imagined it would. Her nipples hardened while her pussy clenched, begging for him to enter her.

  Mistress Eve placed a leather hood over Brett's head, Ainsley feeling heat scorch her already overheated body.

  "Are you all right, slave?” Ainsley asked.

  Brett nodded.

  "Can you breathe?"

  He nodded again.

  She could see how much he enjoyed what was happening, his cock erect and throbbing. It sent more heat through her knowing his cock would be inside her soon, filling her while he fucked her with the raw power she craved. She nodded to Mistress Eve who continued their preparations. She led Brett to the center of the X-frame then she shifted its position to allow her access to Ainsley's body and her assistant to Brett's for the piercing procedures.

  "Are you both ready?” Mistress Eve asked.

  "I am,” Ainsley answered. “Brett?"

  Again he nodded.

  Mistress Eve stepped aside, giving them time while she brought her instruments closer to Ainsley and her slave set his tray up near Brett.

  Oblivious to anyone in the room with them save Ainsley, Brett stepped forward, his cock finding its way to her hot wet pussy. Ainsley moved slightly to help him, gasping when he thrust his swollen cock into her.

  "Do it, Brett!” she commanded.

  Slowly, he drew back then thrust into her, Ainsley fighting the leather straps holding her to the frame. Heat coursed through her, her body begging for his. His pace increased, Brett pounding her body as only he could. She cried out when he took her near the edge, her body rising off the frame needing to touch him. She couldn't believe it possible, but Brett's strokes pounded her harder, Ainsley craving more.

  "Brett!” she screamed, her body rigid while the orgasm washed over her. Her hands clenched into fists trying to break free, needing to hold him. His groans drove her insane, Ainsley taken to a new level of satisfaction. She lapsed off, her body succumbing to the combined assault of her husband and the piercings she never felt.

  * * * *

  Brett felt heat course through him watching Mistress Eve prepare them for their piercings. To see Ainsley spread-eagle and ready for only him sent him over the edge. All he wanted was to sink his cock into her and fuck her senseless.

  Mistress Eve cuffed his hands behind him followed by the shackles at his ankles. She placed the leather hood on him and zipped it up, his teeth biting down on the bit inside of it. Unlike the one Ainsley used, this one silenced him completely. Mistress Eve guided him to the edge of the frame and placed him between his wife's legs. Even through the leather, he could smell Ainsley's scent, the one calling to his senses.

  Ainsley asked him the two questions she always asked when using a hood, his answer a nod yes both times. He easily found exactly where he wanted to be, his cock sliding into her pussy with one hard thrust. He drew back slowly then lost himself in the task at hand.

  "Do it, Brett,” she commanded.

  Three little words sent him over the edge. He hammered his cock into her with a fury he'd never experienced before and she screamed for more. He couldn't help himself—he had to take her as hard as he could because she wanted it that way and he refused to disappoint or disobey her. He heard her scream, Brett throwing his head back, groaning. He wanted to scream, the gag preventing it.

  His explosive release filled her, his overheated body needing to touch hers. He never felt the two stinging pains when Mistress Eve's slave pierced his nipples to insert matching hoops. He felt lightheaded, his body swaying. He collapsed onto his wife, sated and content.

  When he came around, he found himself in a chair, sitting between Ainsley's legs, the restraints gone. He gazed down to see two hoops had been attached to his body. He looked at Ainsley seeing two nipples rings and a stud piercing her naval. Unable to resist the temptation of his wife's pussy, he leaned over and laved her clit. Her body jolted against the frame, Brett drinking from her.

  "Brett?"

  "Right here, Mistress. Tell me what to do."

  "Never stop loving me."

  "I promise. I love you too damned much to ever stop."

  "Even if I might be pregnant?"

  "Are you sure?"

  "Almost—I've had signs. I need a blood test to confirm it but I think it happened the night we spent on the beach near Diamond Head."

  "Mistress, I love you and if we are pregnant, then I have more than any man could ever ask for."

  "Brett, I love you and I swear to be your complete slave. You are my one and only mast
er and I will forever obey your commands."

  "I have one command."

  "Anything."

  "Never stop being my mistress."

  * * * *

  The Quincannons returned to the Napa Valley and Cannon Vineyards. Inseparable since the night of their reunion, they checked the current state of their very profitable wines and rode into the fields to check the vines. Brett taught Ainsley everything he knew and they learned more about their venture every day. In order to be active in the day-to-day operations of the vineyards, Ainsley turned over operations of her bookstore to her partner, remaining very silent and in the background.

  Brett's report aired on MSNBC to extremely high ratings and whispers of a possible Emmy nomination. He didn't care as long as he set the record straight. Instead of hate mail and death threats, the network forwarded letters of thanks and even some invitations to exclusive clubs they had yet to investigate.

  After their return from New York, they went into San Francisco to a jeweler who had an elite clientele. While his storefront showed expensive diamonds and gems of the month, his backroom showed the equally costly body jewelry his society customers wouldn't consider looking at. Here Brett chose two pairs of gold hoops and matching chains for the both of them and one pair of diamond studs for Ainsley plus a matching diamond stud for her navel.

  "I want my mistress glistening in the light when I fuck her."

  "I like the way you think,” she said, then kissed him.

  They left the store deciding to walk before they returned to the vineyard.

  "I got the results of the blood test."

  "And?"

  "In about seven months, you will be a father,” she told him.

  He stopped and spun her to face him, uncaring that they blocked a busy sidewalk.

  "You're ... We're..."

  She nodded, grinning. He picked her up and spun her around, kissing her. People gave them space, enjoying the obvious happiness of a couple in love, though not realizing what it had taken them to get to this point.

  "Well, how do you feel?” she asked.

  "This just in, Mistress—I love you."

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