“The bar and restaurant are cash only.”
Bud nodded. “We’ve renovated once or twice, but we’ve been in that location over fifty years. Never took anything but cash and don’t intend to change that. We’re retro.”
Bud took two steaks off, replaced them with two others, and turned Nickie’s steak.
“Couple more hard questions and then we’ll get to the compromise part.”
“Ask.”
“Why were you really in Mexico?”
“If I was down there on business I wouldn’t have left early, no matter how much I like you. Be happy I was with you, because if I’d dropped you off at the airport I wouldn’t have been waiting outside the bathroom when they wheeled you out unconscious.”
“Why were you really there?”
Time to craft a lie. “I didn’t take a vacation for years after my wife died. Couldn’t. It was Angel and me, and she needed her dad. Once she left for college though, I had to get away or go crazy.” He shrugged. “I love my life but it’s stressful and sometimes I need a break. Besides, it does the men good to figure out how to get along without me for short periods.”
Bud smelled disappointment and anger, but Nickie’s poker face was good. He couldn’t ask her what was wrong without making her think of her damned werewolves, so he flipped the steaks and waited for her to respond.
“You once told me you’d give me plausible deniability, but I don’t think that’ll work. I need total honesty in a relationship. I’m pretty sure you can’t offer what I need.”
“So that’s it? No compromise?”
“Fuck, Bud. I don’t know. I like you and I was looking forward to…”
When the silence threatened to grow awkward, Bud told her, “I’m up for a roll in the hay with no strings. I can come over for some fun when it fits our schedules while you’re in town, and when you leave for Pennsylvania we’ll say goodbye. Nothing serious, but you have to stop investigating me and the club.” He sighed. “I had one of the club’s attorneys draft a non-disclosure agreement. I have it on my phone for us to go over, or I can email it to you. I assume you have a printer — if not I can send it to the bar once we get it hammered out, and someone can print it and run it over for us to sign.”
She laughed. “My attorney will shit bricks when he finds out you know all my pen names and haven’t signed a non-disclosure. I was trying to figure out how to bring it up.”
“What would happen if I told?”
“I’d be in breach of several contracts. It’d cost me millions and would likely keep me from future income in the amounts I’m used to.”
Hmmm, maybe he had enough on her to keep her from talking? He’d have to think that over later.
“The attorney set it up so you aren’t allowed to write about anything you learn about the club, me, a club member, club member’s girlfriend or wife, friend or relative of a club member, club employee, etc. — under any pen name or your real name. You aren’t allowed to write it, talk about it, publish it in any manner, go on a radio or television show and talk about it, or in any way share information you learn about us.”
“Is there anything against me reporting a crime to the authorities?”
“That’d only be a concern if we were breaking the law. The legal document doesn’t mention law enforcement.” Because a contract agreeing not to report illegal activity would never hold up in court. It would void the whole thing.
Bud plated the steaks beside the baked potatoes already there, Nickie put serving spoons in the vegetable dishes, and they sat down to eat.
“Email me what you have and I’ll go over it with my attorney tomorrow,” she told him. “I have a standard copy of my non-disclosure agreement I can send home with you – whether that’s tonight or in the morning.”
Bud wasn’t sure they were going to get past the legal stuff, but he wouldn’t turn down a night with Nickie. It would probably be a goodbye, but so be it.
Nickie poured herself some more wine and retrieved another beer for Bud. “My guards will leave us alone as long as I don’t say a safeword and I’m not making the sounds of someone gagged so they can’t speak.”
“What’s your safeword?” Bud never used them. Didn’t need them because he could tell by scent if a woman was getting into it or not. The club’s sweetbutts agreed to do whatever a club member wanted, whenever they wanted it, and knew there was no way out of a very real punishment if they broke the rules. However, there was no way he was explaining any of that to Nickie right now. If she safeworded and he didn’t smell true distress, they’d be done. Though he’d likely stop before she had a chance to use it, so giving her one wouldn’t hurt anything.
“Rosso and giallo.”
The odd pronunciation clued him in she was speaking another language, and the second word was close enough to yellow, he guessed, “Red and yellow in another language?”
“Italian.”
“Say them again.”
She did, and he nodded. “When we walk into your bedroom, my word is law. If you make me punish you, there’s no safewording out of consequences.” He realized how that sounded and quickly amended, “I’ll stop if you say the red safeword, but I’ll pack up and leave and that’ll be it. Don’t get in trouble if you can’t handle the consequences.”
Bud suppressed a grin as her spicy scent filled the kitchen. Her raised eyebrow didn’t look happy, but she didn’t argue the point — likely because her body was obviously on board.
“I’ll use condoms. I expect to have access to your mouth, pussy, and ass.” He shook his head. “I don’t do the BDSM talking-about-shit thing. I’m in control in the bedroom and there’s no negotiations. Unless you give me a reason to punish you, I’ll try to give you mostly good hurt and not bad tonight, but you don’t get to make demands. I use you, you give me your body to be used.”
“No blood play. No watersports this early on. Nothing that restricts my speech. My hands need to be free while I give you a blow job so I can hit your leg to safeword.”
Bud shook his head and she stopped talking. “I don’t know who you’ve been playing with, but I’m not gonna piss on you or cut you. If you’re looking for some elaborate bondage scene you’ll be disappointed. I’m gonna fuck you till you can’t walk straight, and you’re gonna do as you’re told and follow orders. Simple. We don’t need all that other talk.”
10
Nickie was happy to have guards in the condo. Bud turned her on more than anyone had in a long time, but he also scared her. She trusted him to honor her safeword — and for her guards to intervene if he didn’t — but she had no idea what to expect when the door closed behind them.
He wasn’t in the scene and he didn’t follow the normal rules, and yet he was completely honest about being a sadist and needing to hurt her to enjoy himself. She was used to Doms who followed a basic BDSM playbook, but Bud lived by his own personal laws. He wasn’t playing at being in control — he lived his life in control.
He’d helped her with the dishes after dinner, and they’d had some more wine and beer on the balcony to let their dinner settle.
“You ready?”
Nickie’s stomach flip-flopped and primal need shot heat to her clit. For once, words failed her and she could only nod.
“I’ll throw the wine bottle away and put our glasses in the sink. Wait at the bottom of the steps so we can go up together.”
“Bossy already?”
He leaned towards her, held her gaze with his and gently stroked her cheek with the back of his fingers. “Mmmm. You’re going to be so much fun once I get you naked.” He stood, gathered the wine bottle and her glass in one hand, his empty beer bottles in the other. “Come along, Nickie-dear.”
She followed him as far as the base of the steps and waited until he returned. She wasn’t sure what to do with herself, so she leaned against the wall and watched him walk his fine ass into her kitchen. He’d looked good in dress pants, but those jeans molded to every beautiful, luscious muscle
. They weren’t skin tight, but just snug enough to hug his perfectly sculpted butt and thighs.
“Up you go.”
She met his gaze, confused. Hadn’t he wanted her to wait so she could follow him into her own bedroom? The mindfuck of submitting in her own space?
When she didn’t move, he asked. “Is there a problem?”
“No problem.” She turned and walked up. “Doms usually go first.”
“You should probably stop thinking of me as a traditional Dom. I’m in charge. Period. You do as you’re told. Period. I wanna watch your ass walk up the steps and I’m not in the habit of giving orders twice.”
She’d already figured out Bud played by his own rules, but it felt like she was playing without rules and it was both disconcerting and exciting.
She stopped halfway up, turned, and met his gaze. “I haven’t submitted in a few years. I mean, I’ve bottomed plenty, but I tend to be a SAM — a smart-assed masochist — when I bottom. I’ve submitted to a few men, but it’s taken a while to get me into the right headspace.”
“What are you saying?”
“Just that… I want to see how this works with you, but sometimes it’s hard for me to submit.”
“Okay. You don’t wanna be in the room, you’ll tell me and we’ll stop. Otherwise, you’ll submit.”
She started to argue, to try to explain she might not submit, but the look in his deep green eyes told her not to. He believed what he said, and she’d already figured out he had his own set of rules.
With a nod, she turned and made her way up the rest of the steps, conscious of his eyes on her ass with every movement.
She didn’t slow before walking into her bedroom, if he wanted to go first he’d stop her. This was his show.
Still, her heart stuttered at the click of the doorknob when Bud locked them in. Her guys were just outside the door, but she wasn’t worried Bud would go past the safeword — no, this was fear of the unknown. A sadist with his own rules.
“Strip.”
“You first.”
He gave her a cocky grin, closed the distance between them, and the next thing she knew her dress was ripped down the front and he was pushing it off her shoulders and down her arms. “If you insist. Sure is a pretty bra — are you certain you don’t wanna change your mind?”
Despite the fact her heart completely stopped beating, Nickie managed to get her bra and panties off in record time. The panties were replaceable but she loved this bra.
He grabbed both nipples with just enough pressure to get her attention without hurting her. “Wise choice. I didn’t peg you for a brat, but this could be fun. You mouth off at your own peril though, and you’ll want to learn my moods fast if that’s how you want to do this.”
She lifted her chin and glared at him. “I have moments of being a SAM. I’m not a brat.”
“Potato, potahto.”
Nickie scowled, but he only squeezed her nipples a little harder and kissed her nose. “You’re cute when you’re bratting.” He let go of her nipples and grasped her skull just above the base of her neck with his right hand as he touched the center of her top lip with his left pointer finger.
The heat of his finger stroked down until it rested on her bottom lip, and heat surged to her pussy. Fuck, but his eyes were intense — like a cat hypnotizing a bird, but she still saw him as the wolf. Couldn’t help it.
“Open.”
Her mouth opened of its own volition and his hunter green eyes warmed a little. “Good girl.” He slid his finger inside. “Suck. Let’s see what you can do with that tongue.”
Her brain wanted to fight him but her body didn’t want to do anything to make this stop. The eye contact was too much though, and she let her lids fall, curtaining her in darkness as the tip of her tongue traced the whirls of his fingertip before she sucked him farther in and her tongue cupped around so he’d feel the roughest bits.
“Eyes open. No hiding.”
She opened them a few seconds, but his eyes were like the deep forest and it was too much. She let them drift closed again as she swirled her tongue and sucked hard, and she couldn’t resist a tiny grin at his involuntary moan.
The next thing she knew, his finger was out of her mouth, his arms around her, and he lifted her a few inches off the floor, walked her to the wall, and turned her towards it as he set her down. Strong fingers grasped her left wrist and held it high on her back while he pressed her flat against the sheetrock. Her heart hammered in her chest, adrenaline dumped into her veins. She wasn’t used to being manhandled, but in the back of her mind she knew he was being careful not to hurt her while he maneuvered her where he wanted her.
“Told you to keep your eyes open. Perhaps we need an object lesson.” His belt whooshed through the denim loops and Nickie’s pulse thrummed through her swollen clit. She expected him to strike her, wanted him to, but he put her wrists together behind her back, wound the leather around them a few times, coiled it around her whole waist, and finally pulled the belt through the buckle at her right hip, snugged it tight, and secured it so she couldn’t move her arms.
He gently leaned her against the wall. “Spread your legs so you don’t fall. Use the wall. I’ll be back before a count of ten.”
Nickie wanted to argue she knew how to stand with her arms bound without falling, but figured perhaps she was in enough trouble for now. She watched as he retrieved her destroyed dress from the floor, and knew what he was going to do as he neared her and lifted it to her head. Sure enough, he wound the fabric around so it covered her eyes but not her nostrils or mouth.
Object lesson. She was told to keep them open, she didn’t, so now she had no choice but to keep them closed.
She felt a finger on her lower lip again. “It’s about to go in your ass so I’d advise you get it sloppy wet.”
He gave her a few seconds to wet it, and without ceremony, stuck it right in her bottom. No warning, no foreplay. She gasped and tried to hop away, but another finger grabbed her left nipple and pulled.
“Walk, Brat. Trust me not to run you into anything. It’s a good thing you have this huge bedroom suite. We can walk around the sofa, around the bed, through the bathroom. Hell, I might even walk you into the shower and turn it on.”
He started out with vocal instructions, but matched a tug left or right on her nipple with the order, and pulled up on her ass when he ordered her to go faster, and pressed towards the floor when he wanted her to stop. For reverse, he’d let go of her nipple and slap her breast. She squealed and yowled with every tug, push, and pull, but he didn’t relent. Eventually, he stopped giving verbal commands and she got all information from his fingers at her nipple and ass.
Nickie begged him to switch sides so her right nipple got it a while, but he didn’t relent. He must’ve walked her fifteen minutes when Bud hit just the right combination of lifting the finger in her asshole up while he twisted and pulled her nipple towards the left, and she shouted, “I’m going to… Bud! Oh, god! I’m going to… please hold me, fuck, please hold me!!!”
The orgasm slammed into her nearly out of the blue, and Bud wrapped his right arm around her and pulled her into his embrace, but leaned down to keep his left finger in her ass. When he realized the orgasm wasn’t going to be a quick one, he supported her as they both went to the floor, and she curled around him as best she could with her arms bound behind her while he held her.
Nickie curled her top leg around his heat, his muscles, and he managed to hold her and support her without taking the finger out of her ass as she jerked and spasmed through her release.
When the orgasm was finally over, he gently pulled his finger from her asshole and removed the makeshift hood.
“It’s a yellow and white dress so it blocked your vision without putting you in the dark, but be careful about opening your eyes too fast.”
She took a few moments to open them and meet his gaze, and he said, “Once I learn your body, you won’t orgasm from object lessons. Still, why don’t
you tell me what you’ve learned so we can see if the lesson took.”
“You mean business when you give an order.”
“Anything else?”
He’d gone up on one arm and she was flat on the floor, her arms bound behind her, looking up. The position made her feel even more submissive. “You expect me to trust you without thinking about it.”
“Ah, two lessons for the price of one. I’m going to wash my hands and we’ll begin again.”
He settled her on an armless bench, made sure she had her balance, and headed for the bathroom.
Nickie couldn’t help her smart mouth. “What did you learn?”
He’d already taken a few steps, and he slowed at the question, but didn’t respond.
When he returned, he stood in front of her and asked, “You tell me what I’ve learned.”
“I orgasm from being dominated and bossed around?”
“The pain had something to do with it as well.”
She nodded.
“What else?”
“I have some SAM tendencies?”
“Brat, but yes. Go on.”
“I have a talented tongue?”
His grin told her he agreed, but he said, “Tell me something else you’ve learned.”
“I want to feel your belt on my ass, not just around my wrists.”
“Here’s a lesson I’m sure you’re destined to learn the hard way, but we need to get to know one another a little better. Are you ready to hear it?”
Nickie nodded, realized she wouldn’t let a submissive get away with that, and said, “Yes, please.”
“Good girl spankings and bad girl spankings aren’t even in the same universe. I’d love to give you a good girl spanking tonight with my belt, but you have to be good to earn it.”
She still sat on the bench, her arms still bound behind her. He slid a denim-clad leg between her knees and stepped closer so she had to spread her legs wide to make room for him.
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