by Mia Ashlinn
“I understand you didn’t mean to, but you need to learn control. When I tell you something, I mean it.”
Sarah frowned, disappointed in herself. “I’m still sorry, Sir.”
Kissing her nose, he murmured, “I know. That’s why you’re not in more trouble.”
“However, that doesn’t get you out of your punishment,” Adam announced as he suddenly appeared at her side, holding a relatively long, white, stick-like thing in one hand and a blindfold in the other.
She eyed Adam cautiously. “What is that?” she asked, knowing she was in deep trouble. The white thing might look harmless, but she was no idiot. Their form of punishment would be anything but harmless.
Adam grinned. “This is the Hitachi. It’s known as the Magic Wand.”
Her eyes grew wide. “I don’t think I like magic anymore.”
* * * *
Amused, Adam laughed. “Oh, sweet pea, you have no idea.” She really didn’t. Adam was reasonably sure that she would have a love/hate relationship with the Magic Wand. Most subs did.
Gulping, Sarah croaked, “I think I do.”
Deke used his index finger to lead her face back to his. “This little guy is going to help you learn self-discipline.”
“I–I’m sure we can work something else out.”
Deke shook his head. “No, we can’t,” he disagreed as he peered over at Adam. “Plug the damn thing in then get the lube and condoms.”
Adam didn’t wait around. He dropped the Magic Wand on the bed and handed Deke the blindfold. In a rush, he plugged the cord into the nearest outlet then retrieved a bottle of his favorite lube and condoms from the bedside table. Before he thought possible, he was back, picking up the Magic Wand while he watched Deke approach Sarah then bend over her.
“You know, sub,” Deke murmured as he gently lifted Sarah’s head and slipped the blindfold over her eyes. “I forgot to ask you something extremely important yesterday.”
Sarah’s face colored. She obviously knew what Deke was going to ask. But then again, Adam did, too. “Y–Y–You did?” she stammered. “What?”
A smile that was sure to be smug curved Adam’s lips upward. Their little sub was being bad. She was going to get in so much trouble. “Come on, sweet pea. You know what he’s talking about. Don’t pretend you don’t. That’ll only get you into more trouble than you already are.”
Sarah gulped. “I, um…”
Deke skirted around the corner of the bed to stand next to Adam. He peered over at him with a smirk. “If her red face is any indication, she didn’t listen to us about not masturbating when we weren’t around.”
Sarah gasped. “I listened. I just…”
“Chose to ignore your Doms,” Deke finished for Sarah without so much as looking at her. Instead, he maintained eye contact with Adam. “She decided that masturbating was more important than following our explicit directions.”
Sarah visibly hesitated. She nibbled her bottom lip, seemingly mulling over her next words. “Well, I had been dreaming about you two, and I just couldn’t help myself.”
Oh, sweet pea. Wrong answer. Adam grinned at Deke. “She couldn’t help herself.”
Deke pressed his lips together then cleared his throat. “We definitely need to work on her lack of control. Masturbating and orgasming at her own whim is completely unacceptable.”
“Yes it is,” Adam agreed.
“Why don’t you take care of her lesson this time?” Deke suggested. “I know how much you love to play with the Magic Wand.” He moved closer to Adam, so close that his breath blew across Adam’s lips, and then Deke took his lover’s dick in his big hand. He pumped the shaft several times before releasing him. “Besides, I’m going to fuck your ass, and she’s going to listen. I think hearing us but not being able to see is a punishment on its own.”
Sarah groaned. “This isn’t fair.”
“All’s fair in love and war, sub,” Deke immediately countered. “Maybe this’ll teach you that orgasms are a gift, not an expectation.”
Biting her lip, Sarah said nothing. She clearly knew when to quit. Good girl. Smart girl. Our girl…
With his thoughts, the last shred of Adam’s patience disintegrated. He wanted to get fucked, just like he wanted to get between those sexy legs of Sarah’s and drive her to the brink of orgasm again and again until she begged and pleaded for mercy. Mercy he wouldn’t give her.
Situating himself at the end of the bed, Adam bent over and braced himself on the mattress with one elbow. His hand went to the switch that would turn on the Hitachi. “Low or high? Decisions, decisions.”
Sarah trembled. “Low.”
“High,” Deke replied as he suddenly stepped behind Adam then ran his hand down the crack splitting his ass.
Adam shivered and said, “High, it is.” Excited, he hastily clicked on the round red dot indicating the high setting. Straightaway, the easily recognizable hum of vibrations reverberated around the room. As a wicked grin suffused his face, he said, “This baby is going to drive you crazy.”
Sarah’s breath sped up, but she stayed silent.
Fired up, Adam led the vibrating object to Sarah’s pussy. Without delay, he placed it on the top of her mound before trailing it down to her slit. As he did, she screamed, her body tensing. “Oh, fuck!”
“Don’t come.” He growled his reminder.
Sarah’s lips parted. Ragged gasps escaped her mouth. She stilled, her body tensing as she plainly fought the pleasure bombarding her from the Magic Wand. “I–I–I w–won’t.”
“Your turn,” Deke murmured in Adam’s ear silkily. “But I do want you to come. And I want her to hear.”
Adam swallowed. “Good. I want me to come, too”
“Me three,” Sarah screeched.
Still unwilling to allow her to come, Adam pulled the toy back. “No.”
Predictably, Deke chose that exact moment to tuck his lubed cock between the crevice separating Adam’s ass cheeks then drove the monster home. His swift, savage penetration set off a blaze, Adam’s nerve-endings flaring as heat sizzled through them. “Fuck,” Adam groaned.
“My sentiments exactly,” Deke quipped, fucking Adam’s hole roughly as he clutched his hips, holding on to him like a lifeline. He grunted and groaned, their bodies colliding, their sweat mingling.
While being rammed from behind, Adam returned the Magic Wand to Sarah’s pussy, going straight for her clit. As soon as he came in contact, she jolted, cursing in her crazy, typical style. “Son of a pickle eater, I hate you!”
Adam chuckled. “I wouldn’t fling names while my Dom had a toy in his hand.”
“Oh no,” Sarah cried as he rocked the vibrator forward and backward, leisurely, nearly lazily, his movements deliberate and rhythmless. “No, no, no.” She thrashed from side to side.
“Yes, yes, yes,” Adam shot back.
“Please, Adam,” Sarah begged, but her pleas disintegrated when Deke reached around Adam’s hip and took matters in his own hand, literally. He grasped Adam’s dick in an unyielding hand, working him from root to tip as he continued to hammer his ass.
“Since this is her first time with the wand, and she’s being good, I’ll be generous.” Deke grunted. “Go ahead, Adam. Fuck her.”
Tossing the Hitachi aside, Adam grabbed a condom from next to Sarah. He covered his cock, but it took longer than normal because of the dick reaming him and his fumbling fingers. As soon as he was sheathed, he pulled Sarah down the bed and ripped off her blindfold. At once, he buried himself in her tight pussy then pulled his hips back and thrust forward again. He speared her over and over as Deke impaled him time and again.
“I’m close,” Deke growled between loud, harsh pants. “She nearly killed me with her mouth. That fucking thing is lethal.” He groaned hoarsely. “Now your ass… It’s…” He never finished his sentence. Instead, he howled as he came, his cum blasting into Adam’s asshole, bathing him with his seed.
At the same time, Sarah and Adam orgasmed.
She screamed, shuddering violently, while he bowed as his head fell forward with a hiss. “Yes.” His dick steadily pumped his cum out in hot, thick jets until there was nothing left.
Exhausted, Adam’s legs were shaking, and his heart was out of control. But thankfully, Deke held him up so that he didn’t smother Sarah. When he managed to catch his breath, Adam sighed. “You get the blankets, Deke. I’ll get the water. It’s time we take care of our Sarah.”
* * * *
Lying on her side with both eyes closed, Sarah smiled as she sent her hand on a quest underneath the numerous layers of bedding. In search of Deke, she smoothed her palm across the high-thread-count sheets. But nothing and no one was there. Just cool linens. Even the indentation of his body was missing.
Her smile fell. Deke’s already gone? Having a second thought, she perked back up. Maybe Adam’s running behind. Excited once again, she lifted the corners of her lips and rolled over to the opposite side. But like the other half of the bed, nothing and no one was there. Darn it.
The men must have left for their hush-hush, all-hands-on-deck meeting while she’d slept. And I didn’t even get to kiss them good-bye. Heavyhearted, she sighed then pried her eyelids open.
Sunlight streaming in the window instantly assaulted her corneas, and she threw an arm over her head to block out the brightness. Crap. That hurt like nobody’s business. A minute later, her eyes adjusted enough for her to remove her arm.
Blinking, she focused her bleary eyes on the clock next to the bed. It’s eight fifteen? I never sleep this late. Then again, she didn’t exactly have sex multiple times with more than one man in any given twenty-four-hour period.
Giggling like a silly schoolgirl in the clutch of her first crush, she scooted to the side of the bed lifted herself off the mattress. But she didn’t make it far before every muscle and every joint in her body screamed in protest, and she froze. Sheesh. The morning after a marathon hurts less than this.
Knowing what would help, she spent the next hour stretching and showering in a desperate attempt to stop the aching and alleviate the stiffness. When she felt halfway human again, not like a ball of pain, she decided to head downstairs.
If she hurried, she could catch the men between meetings and get her kiss after all. If not, she would be able to find something to do with one of the staffers. Ansley and Kylia were usually up for fun. Okay, Ansley is usually up for fun. And Hale had gadgets galore for her to play with. That is, if he let her get anywhere near them without signing a binding agreement in blood.
She laughed, nodding to herself. Yep, that’s what I’m going to do. With her decision made, she left Deke and Adam’s wing, locking the doors behind her, and then headed for the main building.
Before long, she was strolling down the desolate hallway on the executive floor. Looking from left to right, she scoured the area for any signs of life. But there was none. She was alone.
* * * *
She’s alone.
Peering around the corner, a well-dressed man blended into the dimly lit side hallway. He grinned lecherously, allowing the shadows to swallow him whole. I can see you, my pretty. But can you see me?
The answer was no. From his position, it would be impossible for her to see him. Now if someone came from the opposite direction, they would spot him straight away. Not that they would think too much about his presence here. Being a member of the club had a few perks. But having friends on the staff made coming and going ridiculously simple. It was fucking child’s play.
If they only knew what I’m about to do. Sweeping his surroundings to make sure there was no one to stop him, he rubbed his hands together ominously, what was sure to be a menacing smile forming on his face.
It was easy, almost too easy, to take her now. If he did, he could get her exactly where he wanted before any of the imbeciles even realized she was gone. Their staff meeting would keep them tied up for probably another hour or more. By then, he’d have her tied up, preferably trussed, gagged, and blindfolded, in the dungeon at his father’s hunting lodge.
The filthy image of Sarah that popped into his head had his dick springing to life, growing and hardening in his Armani trousers. He groaned, patting his crotch with a firm hand as though he were spanking a sub’s ass. Down, boy. Just a little longer.
He took one step toward Sarah then stopped dead when he saw she was no longer alone. Sam. Fucking. Carrington. The insipid man was a menace. And now, he was in the way. But not for long.
Chapter 17
“You’ve got to be kidding me.” Deke growled as he brought his hand down on his desk in a disturbing display of fiery rage. “We can’t find a single person who would want revenge on me or Adam for our business dealings, and Gavin is still fucking missing? That is total bullshit, Reed.”
Every Dom in the room stared at Deke wide-eyed as though he’d sprouted two heads. Even Adam seemed to be at a loss over his violent outburst or how to calm him.
Reed, however, wasn’t disturbed in the slightest. In fact, the bastard snorted over the phone. “You called me in the middle of the night to perform some magical hocus-pocus. What did you expect? We’ve been trying to get Gavin for a year. He’s not just going to appear on my radar when I snap my fingers. And fuck, Deke, you might be a coldhearted bastard sometimes, but you’re fair in the business arena. So is Adam. It’s not like there’s many people who hate your guts. They might not like you or want to spend their holidays with you, but they don’t have some hidden agenda that will land their asses in jail just to get back at you.”
Deke closed his eyes, digging his fingers into the inner corners. If Reed wasn’t one of his closest confidants, he would hunt him down and beat the shit out of him this very minute. “Find him,” he snarled then tacked on, “or find another job.”
Reed had the audacity to laugh. “I could only be so lucky, Deke. How many private investigators drag their ass out of bed and drive a couple of hours to reexamine something they’ve been probing for a year now? Not fucking many. So kiss my ass, big boy.”
Strangulation was looking pretty damn good right now. Deke popped his eyes open and sneered, “Then find him or die.”
Only Deke wasn’t threatening. He was deathly serious. Sarah’s safety was everything to him. He would sacrifice anything and anyone to protect her. He would sell his fucking soul to the devil or shell out every penny he’d ever earned to save her. And for some reason, his sixth sense said he might have to.
Reed chuckled. “Yes, Sir.”
Grinding his teeth together, Deke stabbed the button on his office phone that ended the call. “Motherfucking bastard would test the patience of a saint,” he muttered under his breath. Shifting his attention to Calen and Dominic, he cast each one of them a look that would probably have killed lesser men. “That goes for both of you as well.”
Appearing to get the severity of their boss’s explosive rage, the massive man with his dark hair pulled in a low ponytail and multiple tattoos grimaced but nodded. “We’ll protect her, Deke,” Calen promised. “She’s important to us, too.”
The other Head of Security clenched his jaw behind his well-groomed, close-shaved beard. He shoved his dirty-blond hair out of his face, the strands falling to his shoulders “We love her,” Dominic said. Obviously anticipating Deke’s possessiveness, he threw his large hands up then added, “Like a sister, Deke. Like a sister. She belongs to you and Adam. We would never poach on your territory.”
“Good answer,” Deke growled.
Rising from the office chair he’d been sitting in, Adam paced. With all the Doms present, he had to weave around numerous tense bodies. His own body was stiff, so rigid Deke was uncomfortable observing him. “Deke, we probably shouldn’t all be in here. If she is in danger, there’s no one out there”—he paused to point at the door—“to take care of her.”
“She’s probably still asleep. We wore her out,” Deke replied with a dismissive shake of his hand. Stopping mid-meeting wasn’t the best idea. They needed a plan,
preferably a damn good one. “Besides, there are security cameras everywhere.”
Dominic nodded. “We have men stationed all over the club. Other than this floor, there’s little chance that anyone could get near her. And she doesn’t generally come up here. Neither does anyone else. She’ll be fine.”
Adam cut Dominic a look. “I don’t give a fuck what you want right now or how many of our men are patrolling. This meeting is finished.” When Deke opened his mouth, Adam sent him a similar look. “I’m not going to argue. I need to speak with you—alone. Then I’m going to go get Sarah. Reed said this bastard broke into her apartment last night and ransacked the whole place without getting caught. Hell, he managed to outwit the security cameras. Until we find him, she’s going to be stuck to me like superglue.”
“Get your handcuffs, Adam.” Wyatt grinned, his smile fake and forced. “She’ll like that.”
Wyatt’s joke fell flat, especially with Deke who glowered at the baseball-cap-wearing brainiac. “Get out,” Deke ordered. “This meeting is over.”
One at a time, the Doms filed out silently, leaving Deke and Adam alone in his office. Once the last Dom disappeared out the open door, Adam charged across the room and grabbed Deke. He sealed their lips together, kissing Deke ruthlessly with a greed he’d rarely shown before.
Electrified by Adam’s ravenousness, Deke groaned. He was pissed off and worried, but most of all, he was scared for Sarah. And he needed an outlet for the emotions coalescing within him. He was compelled to share his fears and his fury with this strong man and this man alone.
Loving Adam and needing him now more than ever, Deke burned to take every feeling out on him. So he did. He opened his mouth, devouring Adam as though he would starve without him. He tangled their tongues together, tasting his partner and savoring his flavor. Mint and man, Adam was unique. His taste was intoxicating.
Then like that, Adam was gone. He jerked himself away with a groan. Winded, he stalked to the other side of the room and stared out the window. His eyes were distant, shuttering his emotions, as he looked at something off in the distance. “Sorry, I shouldn’t take this out on you. I’m just—”