Silver Tongue (a PowerUp! story)

by Marie Harte

  Until he finished coming and pulled out of her. “Turn around,” he said in a low voice.

  She did and saw his tight face, his hard mouth.

  “On your knees, sub. Time to lick me clean.”

  She blinked. “Lick you…”

  “But first, take off your clothes.”

  She felt his seed trickling down her leg. “I’m a mess. Can I clean up first?”

  He just looked at her.

  Muttering under her breath, she undressed. Then she knelt and put her hands on his thighs to steady herself. But his sudden grip on her hair stopped her cold.

  “You don’t backtalk me, sub, not even under your breath. And you don’t touch me without permission.” He yanked her head back to stare into her eyes.

  God, the power radiating off him made her physically weak.

  He must have seen her compliance, because he eased his hold on her hair. “Understand?”

  “Y-yes. Sir.”

  He nodded and let her go. “You can use me for balance, but I want to feel that tongue on my cock. Make sure you lick up the cum from my slit too.” He eased her hair from her cheek, to better see her, no doubt.

  Kitty tried to ignore how much she liked servicing him and touched her tongue to his shaft. To her surprise, she found the taste of herself over him as sexy as blowing him. And she took to her task with an enthusiasm that soon had Dane aroused and raring to go again.

  “I knew it would be like this with you,” he grumbled, as if displeased. Yet his ready body said otherwise. “Might as well see how well you suck cock.”

  He didn’t give her a chance to agree. Dane shoved down her throat, and she gagged. But he didn’t remove himself. He held her mouth over him until she stopped fighting and breathed through her nose, which thankfully wasn’t mashed against his pelvis. God, the man was hung like a horse.

  “Now feel me. I want you sucking me down with ease. Work that mouth, kitten.”

  Kitty closed her eyes and let herself feel him. She had a better understanding of what he liked and didn’t like, how to ease herself around his immense girth and still take what he demanded, as she suckled him.

  “That’s it. Now touch me. Run those hot little hands over my body. To the root, where my cock joins my body. Yeah, run those fingernails over me. That’s good.”

  She wanted to explore more of him, but he’d only lowered his jeans to expose his cock and part of his balls before fucking her. So Kitty obeyed and grazed his skin with her nails while she sucked and licked. A bit of fluid hit her tongue.

  “I’m almost there. That’s it. A bit more. Suck harder.”

  She hollowed her cheeks and sucked, and a burst of cum struck her tongue and filled her mouth. Dane grunted as he emptied into her once more, and Kitty took him. She swallowed another mouthful, glad to finally be done.

  “Now back up on the counter. This time, with your legs spread wide, your hands down. And don’t move them.”

  Kitty flushed but did as ordered. The island counter felt cold under her naked back. Dane stepped away and returned moments later. He held a thick blue dildo in front of her face. “Suck this. Show me how you sucked me off.”

  She was embarrassed and turned on at the same time, because the interest on Dane’s face told her he wanted to see her perform. Her master wanted this. She opened her mouth and took the toy inside. She licked and sucked, pleased when Dane studied her with approval.

  “That’s nice. You’re fucking hot when you do that.” He removed it from her lips and dragged it down her body. Past her breasts and belly, he centered the tip of it over her clit. “I’m going to put it inside you. All the way. And you pretend it’s me.”

  Kitty nodded.

  “What?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  He stared at the toy as it entered her. He stopped it halfway in, then wriggled it in her pussy. “How does that feel, kitten?” When his eyes met hers, she blushed and bit her lower lip.

  He groaned. “I love when you do that. Makes me think of your lips and my cock. So tell me. How does this feel?” He pushed the dildo all the way inside.

  “Like when you’re in me, Master. Full.”

  “That’s good. Now tell me what this feels like.” He leaned close and put his mouth over her clit.

  She nearly screamed, wanting to come but sure if she did, he’d punish her for it somehow.

  “Kitty? How does it feel?”

  “Crazy.” The truth. She barely knew him, and she was calling him Master without complaint. What was wrong with her?

  “Crazy, huh?” She felt him grin against her body. “Come for me, sub. Then we’ll see what’s crazy and what’s not.”

  Dane nuzzled her flesh and sucked harder, licking and nipping with alternating strokes along her sensitive nub. Just when she thought she’d come, he’d ease off, until she was a writhing mass of desire.

  “Please. God, don’t stop. More.” A pause. “Sir.”

  Dane finally stopped playing around and sucked her hard while fucking her with the dildo.

  He added a finger at her ass and pushed, then nipped her clit.

  She screamed and came hard, pulsing around the toy as she gripped it with her inner walls.

  Dane kissed her and stroked her while gently withdrawing his hand and the dildo.

  She shook and tried to catch her breath, splayed out on the counter in more ways than one.

  “Stay,” he ordered, like she was a dog.

  She planned to talk to him about that as soon as she regained her energy. She drifted while Dane washed up at the sink. Then he returned to her and put a warm cloth between her legs.

  “Easy. Master needs to clean his sub.”

  Tended to by a surprisingly gentle Dane, Kitty lay passive while he took care of her. Then he took off his sweatshirt and helped her into it, dwarfing her in his clothes despite her large frame.

  “You look good wearing my shirt. But even better wearing me.” He grinned, his joy apparent. And it made her feel good to know she’d put it there. “Now that we have the preamble down, how about you fill me in on this farce of an investigation. And don’t argue with me, sub,” Dane said. “Because I’m still your master. And yeah, I’m loving every minute of it.”

  To her apparent dismay, so was she. Kitty cleared her throat, glad at least she had something to wear. The large sweatshirt had his body heat to warm her, and it smelled like him. She opened her senses, hoping to feel some of his good mood, but experienced nothing but her own postorgasm bliss.

  She sat up and tried to scoot off the counter, but Dane stopped her. He lifted her off and carried her into the living room as if she weighed nothing. He sat her on a blanket on the couch next to him and waited.

  “We’re going to Phoenix,” she explained.

  “Okay.”

  “Linda Cavendish is a Hollywood actress who made it big twenty years ago. She’s now in her mid-forties and heavily invested in art.”

  “I know the name. The woman bugged the shit out of me for the past year with a ton of nonstop invitations to her house to discuss patronage. I had to cancel my mailbox and let my manager handle it. What else do you have on her?”

  Kitty frowned. “Surprisingly, not much. We know she’s ridiculously wealthy. She dates occasionally, but no one specific. She had a thing with Owen Stallbridge—”

  “Your client.”

  Kitty groaned. “Everyone knows this?”

  “Nah. I just know The Little Death.”

  “So she’ll know too. That’s going to be a tough hurdle to cross.”

  He apparently understood what she hadn’t said. “Not if you pull her strings and make her give it to you.”

  “Right.” She nodded. “Exactly how I intend to get the thing back. Owen owns The Little Death. It was stolen from his warehouse a while ago, and he hired us to get it back. Now that the thing has surfaced again, we need to jump on it before it disappears. The thing is worth a lot of money, and I doubt anyone out of the goodness of their h
earts will give it back to Owen.”

  “You got that right.”

  “Yeah.” She paused. “You know, I was looking at the file I gave Ian, and he added some detail I hadn’t been aware of. There are a lot of deaths associated with the statue. More than normal. Ian thinks it’s cursed.”

  “Really?

  His expression didn’t reveal his belief either way, but she knew he’d accepted the fact she was psychic.

  “Okay. So how do we block a curse?”

  “Yet another reason why you’re the right man for the job. My ability doesn’t work on you. Neither does anyone else’s. I’m hoping that whatever weird energy surrounds The Little Death won’t work on you either.”

  “You're hoping?”

  “Worst case, you’re affected by the thing. So we grab it and get back here right away. Owen can deal with it, and we’re done.”

  “Done with the case, right.”

  He yanked her onto his lap and had her straddle him. The cool air reminded her she wore nothing but his sweatshirt. Her breath came faster.

  He kissed the spot just under her ear. “I’m looking forward to working with you, kitten. I brought my clean health papers.”

  “Yeah?” She curled her fingers into his T-shirt.

  He kissed her neck and breathed her in.

  “Well, aren’t you well prepared?” She ended on a moan when he sucked harder.

  “I already came hard inside you, but I figured you ought to know.”

  “Don’t you…want to see mine?” she managed, though she wasn’t sure how.

  “I’m not worried. You’re wet for me again, aren’t you?” he whispered.

  He slid his hand under the sweatshirt and down her belly and rubbed his fingers in her slick arousal. “This cream is for me.”

  She bit her lip and groaned. “You make me wet, okay? Happy now?”

  He pulled his hand away and reached between them to unbutton his jeans. He pushed the fly apart to show her a fat, flushed cockhead. “You make me hard. I guess we’re even.”

  She flushed at his knowing grin.

  “Told you I was huge.” He buttoned himself back up and lowered the sweatshirt to cover her again. “I’ll beat you later for not calling me Sir.”

  “But we’re not…”

  “Fucking? No.” He sighed. “We’re done for now. But I reserve the right to spank you later.” He gave her a sly grin. “Besides, you like it. You creamed for it, kitten.”

  “Shut up.”

  “Don’t be embarrassed. That only makes me want you more. Of course, that’s probably because I’m such an asshole.”

  She grinned with him. “There is that.” The awkwardness she might have expected to feel after having sex with him didn’t come. “So we’re clear about who’s in charge?”

  “Yeah. Me in bed, you on mission. Just don’t expect me to call you boss.”

  “How about Master?” she teased, knowing how that particular word affected her new lover—and her. Clearly, Dane didn’t play around with the D/s stuff. He was dominant. His assertiveness when it came to sex was obvious and sexy. She couldn’t believe how much she liked what they’d just done.

  It was as if she’d regained some power over herself, because she’d felt submissive without feeling ashamed. He challenged and dominated the interaction, but she hadn’t felt weak or stupid for letting him. So weird. But maybe her mother had started off the same way. First, the good feelings, until the domination took over her entire world…

  “I wish I was a mind reader.” He kissed her softly and sighed. “But since I’m not, and I doubt you’re going to tell me what’s on your mind right now, let’s go over our cover one more time. You were a little vague on the phone the other day.”

  Thank God. Maybe she could focus on something other than lust and her sexual quirks.

  Kitty liked the fact that Dane could compartmentalize. They’d just had mind-blowing sex, and he was still hard for her, yet this man, this former US Marine with more decorations than he knew what to do with, had his priorities straight. It was so refreshing to deal with a man who didn’t cave to her desires because she could make him. Kitty still couldn’t manipulate him, and she found herself liking him all the more because of it.

  “I’m going to get dressed first.”

  “If you must.”

  She ignored his leer and wolf whistles as she walked out of the room. After cleaning up and dressing, she returned to find him sitting at the kitchen island. Where she’d been taken and loved every second of it.

  He grinned at her flush. “I wiped down the counter. Don’t worry.”

  “Asshole.” She let out a breath. “Right. Our cover. You’re going to play yourself. I’m Kitty Johnson. Your manager.”

  “Seriously?” He narrowed his gaze. “Todd Hungin is my manager. You, I can sell as my girlfriend. Maybe.”

  “You sure you can’t slide me in as your assistant manager or something?”

  “No. No one’s gonna believe I’m not banging the shit out of you on a regular basis. Say what you want, but we have something between us. I see the way you look at me.”

  “Excuse me? Try the way you look at me.”

  “Exactly.” He smirked, and she realized he was right. “I want to fuck you. That’s the way I look at you. And everyone who knows anything about me knows I don’t mix business and pleasure. So you’re my flavor of the day. Just look at me with adoring eyes when we meet Cavendish. I’ll make sure you two are together long enough to get the statue; then we leave.”

  “Sounds too easy.” She wished it would work out that way. But none of the recent PowerUp! cases had been easy.

  “No doubt something will fuck it all up.” At her look, he held up his hands. “Sorry. I mean, screw it all up.” He chuckled. “You do realize it’s ironic you swear like a sailor but you want me to clean up my language.”

  When she just looked at him, he sighed. “Fine, Miss Kitty. I’ll be the perfect gentleman. I’ll flirt with Linda and make her feel all womanly. But I have no intention of whoring myself to get your statue back.”

  Her cheeks felt hot. “Well, I’m not whoring myself to get it back either.” Was that what he considered she’d been doing earlier? The presumptuous jerk—

  “Whoa, now. Don’t get all fiery angry with me, kitten.”

  “It’s Kitt-y.”

  “I can see the steam over your head like a thundercloud. Amazing.” He laughed. “I’m not saying you’re a whore. Jesus.” He scrubbed his face. “I’m just saying the only woman I plan on fucking is you. Same goes for you. I’m it until this is over. And I don’t share,” he growled the warning.

  Soothed by that tidbit, she nodded. “Fine. I never intended that you be more than an artist for Linda Cavendish to fawn over. Like I said. We get in there, maybe stay for dinner, I convince her to give up The Little Death, and we’re done.” She gave him a once-over. “I did mention she has a thing for fighters, didn’t I? So don’t be surprised if she tries a little grab-ass. But don’t worry. I’ll protect you, Dane. I won’t let the rich socialite hurt you.” She batted her eyes at him.

  He scrubbed his face again. “Yeah, but who’s going to protect me from you?” she swore she heard him mutter.

  She smiled. So far so good. Now, time to hop a plane and head to Phoenix.

  Chapter Seven

  Kitty didn’t like Linda Cavendish on sight, and it had nothing to do with the way the older woman leered at Dane. No, something else about her just felt…wrong.

  She was pretty enough. The Hollywood glamour had yet to fade even after twenty years of her being no longer in the spotlight. Lustrous dark blonde hair curled over her shoulders. She regarded Dane with an odd combination of awe, interest, and innocence, and Kitty knew the woman had practiced the look in a mirror. Her makeup and clothing framed her to perfection. The consummate actress at home and comfortable in disguise. Kitty wished she could get a bead on the real Linda Cavendish, though, because the woman’s lust and fascinat
ion overwhelmed her other emotions, making her overall consciousness muddy and hard to understand.

  She wondered if Dane had some effect on her ability to read Linda better. During their plane ride, they’d discussed his immunity to the team’s talents. He’d had no idea he could nullify psychic ability. No one in his family had ever claimed to be psychic, and though he’d said he believed her about her abilities, she wanted to show him, to make sure he’d take her seriously.

  “Dane Hanson.” Linda gushed and held on to his hand. She’d repeated his name at least a dozen times in the past ten minutes. They currently sat in Linda’s formal parlor with some pastries and coffee laid out, and Linda had positioned herself right next to Dane on a couch that barely fit him. Kitty had been forced to take a nearby seat on an antique chair.

  “Ms. Cavendish.”

  Dane let her hold him, but Kitty knew he didn’t like it. Dane preferred to control his surroundings, and Linda had become pretty touchy-feely upon first acquaintance.

  “I’m sorry it’s taken me so long to break away from my studio.”

  “Me too. And call me Linda, I keep telling you.” She finally released him. “I’m very involved with my artists, and I just knew I could help you with your career the minute I saw Coyote Sings.” She nodded to an amazing piece on a nearby curio cabinet.

  Dane flushed, and Kitty stared in astonishment.

  “What do you think, dear?” Linda asked Kitty. “Beautiful, isn’t it?”

  Kitty nodded. “It’s exquisite.” And she wasn’t lying. Dane had hidden depths, because no one could sculpt with so much feeling and be as big a ballbuster as he seemed to be on the surface.

  Kitty smiled at him, enjoying his discomfort. To see a man that big and powerful embarrassed by praise amused the hell out of her. It also made him more human, which she appreciated. The sex god had a shortcoming. Thank God. “It’s quite a contradiction, isn’t it? Big, strong, tough guy who can make something so delicate and beautiful with his hands.”

  Dane glowered. “I’m sensitive.”

  “Yeah, right.”

  Linda watched them with a narrowed gaze. “I sense fire between you two. Passion.” She nodded. “Do you fight much?”