by Dakota Trace
Next to him he could hear the grunts and sounds of slapping flesh on flesh as Dominic stroked his own cock at a feverish pace, and he knew that the other man wasn’t in any better shape. Kalinda’s cries plus the slurping sound of her pussy fucking the dildo made a rather intense menagerie of lusty sounds - the three erotic movements only stroked his lust higher.
Deciding he had no other choice but to take control of the scene or lose, Josh vaulted off the bed then stood over Kalinda as she fought to win their bet. “I’m really looking forward to our trip, Spitfire. Imagine the naughty things I can do to you while your Master watches.”
“Naw, that’s not enough incentive is it, slave?” Dominic joined him as they stood over her but continued to slowly jerk their cocks. “I think we should leave her standing by the railing by herself. There is an observation deck up above, right? I say we leave her there to torment her by taking her to the edge while all the others ‘eww and ahh’ over the sights. How long do you think you will be able to hold out against the throb of the anal plug added to the bullet I plan on shoving into your cunt, slave? How long will you be able to keep from screaming your pleasure to the world?”
Still stroking his cock, Josh jerked as if the flogger had been applied to his back at the imagery the other man’s words inspired. His balls drew up tighter against his shaft as his beckoning release shot up his spine and he knew he’d lost. His eyes started to drift shut.
“I submit… Master… Sir…I’m coming!” Kalinda’s scream had him jerking in surprise while his eyes opened to see her shaking with the tremendous orgasm gripping her.
“Fuck!” His seed shot out the tip of his swollen cock head to splash against Kalinda’s cheek. Like a baby bird, she turned her head and opened her mouth as if seeking more. He grunted as another blast followed by a hard wrenching third escaped him. Before his last shot of cum hit the corner of Kalinda’s mouth, Dominic hissed beside him as his seed joined Josh’s covering her face and chest as her continued rocking on the dildo sent her to another intense overwhelming climax, leaving her lying shaking with passion and exhaustion on the floor.
Sagging back against the bed, Josh tried to keep his now watery knees from spilling him onto the floor to land on top of Kalinda. The look of pure pleasure in what he assumed was her submission to Dominic had filled his need to see her submit, yet it filled him with a hollow ache that she’d been submitting to Dominic’s words and not his.
“Fuck.” His disgust was evident as he tucked his cock back into his jeans before stumbling from the room.
* * * *
Dominic wanted to deck the other man as tears appeared in Kalinda’s eyes. Even in her euphoric state, she had heard the disgust in Josh’s voice. God damn that ass. What the fuck is his problem? If we ever get around to fucking her together, we’re going to set the god damn bed on fire.
He leapt to his feet to follow the man, when Kalinda’s sob reached his ears. He immediately sought to comfort her. “It’s not you, chérie, He’s just confused. If I was a betting man, and you know that I am, I’m thinking that he interpreted your submission as only being mine and not his. Am I correct in assuming your submission was to both of us?”
Kalinda nodded before she gave him a watery smile. “Yes, Master. I couldn’t hold out against two sexier than Hell Doms stroking their cocks while they told me what they intended to do to me.”
“You submitted to both of us?” Josh’s voice at the door had Kalinda looking over her shoulder at him before she lowered her head and nodded.
“See, he’s a lot smarter than you gave him credit for, Kalinda. I bet he was coming back to apologize for leaving, right?” Dominic drew a hard breath, as he hoped against hope that Josh wasn’t going to be foolish enough to cut off his nose to spite his face.
Josh looked defeated before he nodded. “Of course. I’m sorry, Spitfire. It was just a bit too much, a bit too fast. I’m not used to sharing, but I’m willing to give it a try.” He gave her a crooked smile. “But you’ll have to be patient with me. I can’t promise I won’t forget and try to seduce you away from Dominic.”
Dominic flopped back on the bed, hiding his own euphoric expression. Josh was taking that most important first step, but if he hadn’t known better, he’d swear the other man was teasing about stealing Kalinda away from him. If he was honest with himself, Dominic knew that it was a very real possibility since Kalinda’s reaction to Josh joining them was everything he’d hoped for and more. He’d just have to keep raising the ante every time they played together to keep Josh on his toes and wanting to see what would happen next.
Kalinda’s voice broke into his thoughts. “Of course, Sir. I wouldn’t expect anything less.”
That’s my feisty sub - willing to try anything at least once. For the first time since he’d embarked on this undertaking, Dominic felt a surge of hope that it would turn out for the best.
* * * *
Two afternoons later, after seeing both Caelan and Dominic off on separate flights that morning, Kalinda and Nisey sat in Caelan’s kitchen sharing a cup of java.
“I can’t believe that someone broke into Dominic’s storage unit, girl.” Nisey reached for one of the homemade chocolate chip cookies they’d just finished baking. A low moan of satisfaction escaped her as she licked the gooey warm chocolate off her lips.
Kalinda cradled her coffee cup in one hand while she snatched another warm cookie off the plate. “Me either - but evidently it was a big enough mess, that the detective handling the case, needed him to go back home to give a statement.”
When her best friend’s eyes darkened, Kalinda realized that she’d either said something wrong or Nisey had slipped into the funk that Caelan had warned his sister about. After his and Nisey’s first and only fight, Caelan had confided in his sister about Nisey’s unusual melancholy each time he left. Her job while he was gone was to keep Nisey too busy to fall in the dumps while he was attending an emergency board meeting of his premier client. It was just supposed to be a two day business trip, but with Nisey needed at the Near North store, she couldn’t get away on such short notice.
She placed her hand over Nisey’s. “Missing Caelan? Do I need to call him up again to tell him his slave is horny?”
Kalinda’s feeble attempt at humor fell on deaf ears as Nisey glared at her.
“Ah, come on Nis! Surely you’re not still angry at me about that!”
Nisey crossed her arms over her chest. “Stop trying to change the subject. When are you going to realize this is your home, Kalinda? It’s time to stop running.”
Kalinda frowned before leaning back in her chair. “I know this is hard for you to accept Nis, but now my home is in California - unless Dominic decides otherwise. Other than you and Caelan, there is nothing left here in Chicago for me.”
“So it wasn’t Josh I saw leaving your apartment… at six thirty the morning following our little demonstration?”
Kalinda shrugged. “Dominic invited him to stay the night.”
“Yeah right! So you’re saying that your devotion to your Master is so deep that you’ll willingly sleep with any man he tells you to - regardless if you even like the man?”
Kalinda smirked. “Like hell. For one thing, Dominic has never shared me in the past. I think that this thing with Josh is supposed to be some kind of therapy on his part.” Standing she walked around the island to refill her coffee.
Nisey came to stand behind her. “And that doesn’t tell you anything, sweetie?”
“…Other than the fact that he’s trying to get me past this thing with Josh? No. Once we return home it will be all over.”
Nisey gave a rough sigh. “Kalinda Marie, you’re in serious denial. This thing with Josh is not just a passing fancy on Dominic’s part.”
Kalinda shrugged her shoulders. “I won’t say it isn’t exciting, but it’ll be a cold day in hell before I try to take on Josh Redding again. I can’t fulfill his needs…”
A look of disbelief combined with Nisey�
��s arms folding over her chest, told Kalinda exactly what her friend thought about her answer. “What kinda of shit are you trying to feed me, girl?”
Before Kalinda could reply, the sound of glass shattering had both women jumping. It sounded as if it’d come from the front of the house. A quick glance at the alarm panel assured Kalinda that the alarm was on and sending out a silent alarm to the police department. Pure fear washed over her when Nisey pushed away from the table to investigate the noise.
“Damnit, Nisey! Don’t go out there, you fool!” When her friend ignored her, she wanted to scream. “Ah, hell Caelan’s gonna kill me if anything happens to her.” She turned to follow her when a movement in her peripheral vision had Kalinda spinning around to see a tall man wearing a ski mask appear on the other side of the kitchen window. She froze when the figure lifted the crow bar he was carrying. The thud of it hitting the window had her jumping in surprise.
“Ah hell!” Kalinda ducked just before the glass cracked under the force of the man’s second swing. Backing away from the window, she watched as the glass spider-webbed while thanking God that Caelan had ordered shatter resistant windows when he’d remodeled, after seeing the damage done by straight line winds to her apartment a few years ago. Hearing her friend’s scream, she scrambled out from behind the tiled island. “Nisey!” Her heart almost stopped beating when she saw her best friend struggling against the hold of a second man. A third man joined the one trying to subdue Nisey. Crouching down next to the table, she tried to make herself as small as possible so she didn’t give away her location.
The man who was obviously in charge stopped next to the man struggling to hold Nisey.
“You idiot! This isn’t the submissive bitch Boss wants. Her coloring is wrong. Where’s the brunette?”
“Let me go, you stupid asshole!” Nisey’s curses attested to her red-headed nature along with her ‘never back down’ attitude. She didn’t suffer fools willingly, and only a fool would break into a home in the expensive neighborhood where Caelan lived.
The man backhanded Nisey. “I make the rules around here - don’t you forget it, you little red headed bitch! Now where’s the other woman?”
Yanking open the drawer closest to her, Kalinda searched for something to use to defend herself. Jerking Caelan’s old-fashioned rolling pin out, she figured it would have to do. While it wasn’t a knife, it would hurt like a bitch if she clubbed them when they got too close.
Nisey spat at the man. “You hit like a pussy. My Máister hits me harder than that, you pissant!”
Kalinda wanted to groan. Why the hell do you have to antagonize him, Nis? This wasn’t looking good. She was just preparing to join the foray when Nisey cried out in pain. Peeking over the table’s edge, she saw Nisey double over. Obviously the man had punched her in the stomach. Kalinda’s blood began to boil and she stood up. Enough of hiding! She wasn’t going to let her friend be abused.
“Hey, asshole!” Yelling as she stood up, Kalinda drew the men’s attention. “Why don’t you pick on someone your own size!”
A male voice spoke directly into her ear. “I like your size just fine.” A pair of arms covered in dark clothing pinned her to the table with an arm on either side of her.
In her concern for Nisey, she’d forgotten about man who’d tried to break the kitchen window. Without thinking, she slammed the rolling pin she had in her right hand down on the man’s splayed hand before ramming her left elbow into his unprotected stomach.
The man’s curse of pain was cut short when her elbow connected. Then falling back on her numerous self-defense courses, she brought her heel down on the arch of his foot in a hard stomping motion.
The assailant gave her a hard shove. She barely had time to catch herself on the table. Straightening, she threateningly lifted the rolling pin to do more damage when the police sirens sounded in the distance. The leader cursed as he turned his gaze on Kalinda then ordered his men to get out then scatter. The man holding Nisey threw her away from him. Kalinda winced when Nisey slid across the polished hardwood floor. She came to rest up against the leg of the table. The cups on the table jumped at the impact. Rushing to her friend’s side, she gasped when the leader caught her hair in his fist - jerking her head back he forced her to meet his eyes.
“This isn’t over, little slave! Tell LaFontane that his days as your Master are limited.” Using his grip on her hair, he slammed her head on one of the chairs - overturning it in the process.
Kalinda sagged against the overturned chair with blood dripping from her temple, not realizing he’d released her until the sound of running feet followed by the front door slamming echoed through the house. Crawling over to Nisey, she wished against everything holy that she could feel either her Master or Sir’s arms around her while reassuring her everything would be okay. Preferably both, was her last thought before the police came rushing into the kitchen.
Chapter Eight
Kalinda winced as the nurse cleaned the cut on her head. The strong smell of antiseptic had her nose crinkling before she felt the blessed relief of numbness. The surprise must have shown on her face when the nurse smiled.
“It has a numbing property, dear.”
The rustling of the privacy curtain behind the nurse, before the doctor came in drew her attention away from whatever else the nurse had been about to say. The tall, dark haired man was wearing a pristine white lab coat with stethoscope draped over his broad shoulders. He glanced up from the file folder in his hands before giving her a brief reassuring smile.
A wave of recognition hit her. It was the bouncer from Olivia’s club! What the hell was he doing here? “Carlos? I thought you worked for Olivia…I wasn’t expecting to see you here!”
The doctor chuckled. “I’m sorry, Ms. Doherty, but you seem to have me confused with my younger brother.”
The nurse moved to the side as Kalinda got her first full glimpse of the doctor. Now that she had a clearer view of him, she saw the differences. Where Carlos’s hair was dark as sin, the doctor’s hair had a brush of premature silver at his temples. Also, if she was guessing correctly, he was a few inches taller than his brother.
“The resemblance is striking.”
The corner of his mouth kicked up. “So I’ve been told. Now, young lady, what exactly have you done to yourself?”
He listened intently as he began to stitch her up, while she recounted what happened for it seemed like the millionth time. She wondered briefly if they thought she was making it up and were trying to catch her in a lie, but she knew it simply was procedure to diagnose a concussion. When he finished, he set aside the curved needle laying it on the tray the nurse was holding.
“All done!” He pulled off his latex gloves, before speaking again. “Does your Master know?”
Her eyes widened. “Excuse me?”
Leaning against the table, he studied her. “Since it’s obvious you know my brother, you have to be either a Dom, sub or switch. While you’re not wearing a collar, there is just something about you, Ms. Doherty. A true Dom would try to be more controlling of the situation than you are. So that leaves either a sub or switch. Either way you’d have a Master, whether it’s part- time or full time. I just need to know if I’m going to have a pissed off Dom storming into my E.R.”
She shook her head. “I don’t think so.”
“Have you at least called him?” When she looked at him blankly, he dismissed the nurse before pulling a cell phone out of his pocket. “Here, I’ve got free long distance. Call him but make it clear that you’re all right, so I’m not playing referee between your Master, Security and the poor unfortunate sap that refused to let you call.”
She licked her lips and took the phone from him. “How did you know?”
“Rules of Procedure, Ms. Doherty.” He pointed to the sign on the wall. The big ‘NO cell phones’ was a blatant reminder.
“Thank you, Dr…”
“Sanchez.” He pushed off the counter. “It’s the least I can do, c
onsidering I’ve already offered the same privileges to your friend. She explained the situation to me before she called your brother.”
Her heart jumped. Her brother knew what had happened. Ah hell, she was in a world of shit!
“I even spoke with him. After reassuring him that Ms. Richardsen was going to be fine, your brother was extremely happy to find out you were with your friend.”
She dropped her head in defeat. She was going to have some serious explaining to do but first she needed to know. “I know you can’t probably tell me, but how bad was Nisey hurt? She seems to have a knack for being in the wrong place at the wrong time.”
“Probably not as bad as you thought. She’s going to be sore for awhile.”
Relief filled her. “Thank God. The last time she ended up in the hospital, she spent several hours in surgery for a stab wound.”
“I remember hearing about her attack. She was attacked in the campus library over at IADT by the councilman’s son…” The page coming over the P.A. system had him stopping. “I’m sorry but I’m needed. I’ll be back in a bit with your release papers. I’ll get my phone then. Now call him!” With a flick of the curtain, Dr. Sanchez was gone.
Staring down at the slender flip-phone in her hand, she nibbled on her lower lip. Who did she call? Dominic or Josh? Dominic was the closer to being her Master, but the other man was closer physically. Deciding she wasn’t ready to deal with Josh’s stubborn ass and that she owed her loyalty first to Dominic, she started to dial his cell number.
The clatter of the rings against the curtain’s track had her freezing in the process of bringing the phone to her ear. She could faintly hear the ringing of the phone as Joshuah Redding stormed in. His hands were on his slender hips while his blond hair was mussed as if he’d been running his fingers through it.