COWBOY ROMANCE: Devon (Western Contemporary Alpha Male Bride Romance) (The Steele Brothers Book 2)

by Amanda Boone

  Jake didn’t uncuff her, but guided her back into the bedroom and switched on the lights. Kameko froze as she saw that the room had been renovated from top to bottom, and most of the furniture replaced with far more exotic equipment.

  In the center of the room stood a black padded X-frame fitted with side extensions, buckled straps, hooks and looped lengths of narrow leather and glittering silver chain. On the walls racks of pleasure toys had been hung, ranging from feathered teasers to leather-tressed crops. Glass cases on pedestals held more intimate implements of pain and delight. Even the king-size bed now sported black silk restraints tied to the headboard, and matching satin sheets.

  “It took some time, and a lot of money, but I found out why you never had a boyfriend when you worked for me,” Jake told her as he led her to the platform. “You’re a professional sexual submissive.”

  So he knew. Of course he did; since he believed she was a thief, he’d probably had her background rechecked with a microscope.

  “You offer your services to men and women, often for a hefty fee.” He sounded more detached than disgusted, but she heard the edge of anger clipping his words. “You allow them to abuse, humiliate and stimulate you. While you draw the line at having actual sex, you let them do whatever else they want to you.” Jake tossed a file filled with pictures on the X-frame.

  Kameko stared down at the grainy photos someone had lifted from a security video. She remembered the op at the BDSM club, where she had allowed Simon Denning, another agent, to spank her bare bottom in front of an important cartel chief. They’d managed to gain his trust, which had led to them successfully shutting down a notorious drug route.

  All Jake saw was her draped over Simon’s lap and being beaten in public, naturally. It was embarrassing, but it meant that the second layer of Kameko’s phony identity remained intact. A relief, and a curse, for now he thought she was a whore as well as a thief.

  Jake grabbed up the photos and held them in front of her nose. “You’re going to explain this to me, damn it.”

  “Am I?” Kameko wished she could. “Why is my personal life any of your business?”

  “Fine. Then tell me what you did with my designs.” Jake jerked her closer. “Or tonight you’ll be submitting to me.”

  Chapter Two

  Jake watched tiny beads of sweat pop out on Kameko’s face. Her fear filled the air between them like a shivering phantom, and yet when she spoke she sounded bored.

  “Mr. Silvar, I'm not your submissive. I'm your former employee, and currently your captive.” She held up her cuffed wrists. “I don’t intend to cooperate, either, so you’ll have to rape me.” She smiled. “And you’re not a rapist.”

  “You’re right, I’m not.” Jake took out the key to release the handcuffs, which he pocketed as he watched her rub her wrists. “How does a quiet, reserved woman like you end up selling herself to be abused by kinky perverts?”

  She lifted one shoulder. “Perhaps I’m not as reserved as you think.”

  He heard the blasé tone to her voice, but her body language told him the complete opposite – and he could almost feel the waves of anger coming off her now. If she kept lying to him his own simmering temper would snap, and then God only knew what would happen. “You never wanted me to find out, did you?”

  Her smile turned ironic. “On the contrary. I should have included it on my resume. I had no idea you’d take such an interest in my personal life.”

  “Maybe I should have. Every time I touched you or smelled you or heard your voice, you got under my skin. I always wondered what gave you pleasure.” Jake reached out to touch a piece of her hair, which felt gossamer-soft. The contact sent a bolt of hot blood into his groin, where his cock swelled. The arousal only made him more furious with her – and himself. “I never once imagined it would be public spankings.”

  “That’s only foreplay,” Kameko told him. “The real pleasure comes later, when they use restraints and whips.”

  “I don’t believe you.” He fingered her hair. “It’s all a lie, isn’t it? To hide what you really are under all those masks you wear.”

  Kameko turned her back on him the way another woman might slam a door. “You should call the police. Have me arrested.”

  “Nervous? You should be.” Jake rested his hands on her shoulders. “How long has it been since a man undressed you, and touched that lovely golden skin of yours? What did he do to make you tremble for him?”

  “Nothing like that,” she muttered. “I’m a submissive whore, remember?”

  Jake heard the break in her voice and knew he was wearing her down. “Did you ever wonder about me? I think you did. Those nights we worked late, sometimes I’d catch you watching me. All that loneliness and longing in your pretty eyes.”

  Kameko hung her head and tightened her hands into fists. “Stop it.”

  “It was the same for me.” He ran his hands down her arms and gripped her wrists. “I’d jerk off at night, fantasizing about you. Imagining you in my bed, or bending over my desk. How you would want me to take you: hard, slow, easy, fast . . . or deep.” He drew her back against him so that their bodies touched. “You would want me hard and deep, wouldn’t you, Kameko?”

  She shuddered. “Please don’t do this to me, Jacob. Please.”

  She called him Jacob. No one did, except his mother. Jake should have found that disturbing, but instead it made something twist in his chest. That she was trying to play him again also pissed him off beyond belief.

  “Do you want to seduce me, Kameko? It’s not going to work on me.” Jake breathed in her scent, and let his exhale whisper along the side of her throat. “You’re going to return the schematics, right now, and then I’ll fuck you. One time, the way we both need it. That’s the only deal I’m offering.”

  “Here’s my counter offer.” She turned to face him. “Take me back to your office, and I’ll find out who really stole the designs. Then you let me go.”

  #

  Once Jake brought Kameko back to his office, he watched as she began her sweep. “You’re not going to find anything. Surveillance devices would set off the scanners in the ceiling and walls. No one can access the database without the algorithm key.”

  “Any code can be cracked.” She finished checking his desk before she moved to his computer array. “Did anyone come into your office on the day I resigned?”

  “No. I cancelled all my appointments. Then I sat in here and got drunk on the Scotch the President sent me for that Navy job.” He smiled when she glanced back at him. “It’s the truth.”

  “So you were busy sulking in the usual idiotic male way.” She nodded and turned back to the screen.

  He came to stand behind her and watch. “What are you doing?”

  “Right now I’m accessing your database without the algorithm key.” Kameko finished hacking into his computer and began paging through the activity logs until she reached the day she left Silvatech.

  “My IT people already did that – three times,” he told her. “You’re not going to find anything.”

  So it seemed, but Kameko still ran through the rest of the log. She then thought for a moment before she asked him, “Did you take any calls in here that day on your smart phone?”

  “Why?”

  “The thief could have used the signal for the hack.” She closed the activity log and opened the system’s maintenance program to scan for deletions. “Here it is.” She pointed to the data on the display. “According to this the data was removed and transferred to your phone at two-thirty p.m. Who called you at that time?”

  “A rep from the Mayor’s office.” Jake leaned over her shoulder to examine the code. “He wanted to book me as the guest speaker at a fund raiser, but I couldn’t do it. You’d already scheduled me to give a talk at the university. How the hell did you know where to look?”

  “It’s just something that I picked up – when I wasn’t out selling myself to kinky perverts.” She shut down the computer and rose from the
chair. “My guess is that rep who called you didn’t work for the Mayor, and there was no fund raiser.”

  “Hold on.” Jake made a call, spoke briefly to someone, and switched off the phone. “You’re right. The rep was a phony.”

  “He kept you talking while he used your own phone to steal the schematics and funnel them to another computer.” She switched off the monitor and stood. “I suggest you talk to the FBI. Their computer forensics team may still be able to trace the origin of that call, or the destination of the upload.”

  Jake folded his arms. “Or you could save me and the FBI a lot of work and just tell me who did it.”

  Kameko kept her expression impassive. “Why would I help someone remotely access your database when at any time I could walk in the office and simply copy the schematics?”

  “To throw off suspicion.” He gestured at the computer. “How else would you be able to do that, if you weren’t involved?”

  She wanted to tell him about the six months she’d spent training with a notorious, reformed hacker in London, learning how to break into virtually any computer system in the world. “The how doesn’t matter. You’ve convinced yourself that I’m responsible, and nothing I do or say will change your mind.” She folded her hands in front of her. “Call the police now. I’m finished with this.”

  “But I’m not.” His face darkened. “I’m just getting started.”

  Kameko didn’t struggle as Jake dragged her into his arms. Nor did she attempt to avoid the hard, punishing kiss he gave her. Accepting his rough treatment fed the hunger for him in her heart, and her endless need to give herself over to desires beyond her control.

  The woman who had adopted her after her parents had died had taught her to how to stoke such passions. Kameko had often used those techniques in her work, too, but the thought of doing the same to Jake made her feel sick.

  Almost at once his mouth gentled, and the kiss went from hard and furious to tender and passionate. His tight grip on her arms eased, and he worked his hand into the hair at the back of her head. The feel of his fingertips against her scalp made her inch closer to him. Her breasts ached so much she pressed against the hard contours of his chest, rubbing herself wantonly on him.

  “Open for me.” His demand hummed between their lips, and when she parted hers, he kissed her again, using his tongue to stroke hers.

  The ravishing hunger of his mouth made her groan, and then she clutched his shoulders as he kissed his way to her ear. “Jacob.”

  “I know, Meko.” He splayed his hand over her bottom, pressing her against the thick swell of his erection. “We need to take care of this now.”

  That, at least, she could do for him. When she dropped down on her knees, she looked up to see him frown.

  “You need me this way,” she said as she unfastened his trousers, rubbing her cheek against his bulge before freeing the thick spike of his penis. “Let me show you.”

  Kameko had spent too many nights fantasizing about doing this to her boss, and shivered with delight as she pressed her lips to his swollen, satiny knob. She tasted him with one small stroke of her tongue, and felt his thighs knot beneath her palms as she took him into her mouth.

  “I don’t need – ah.” Jake caught her hair in his fist, his fingers curling as she sucked. “This doesn’t change anything.”

  Oh, but it did. Kameko ignored his ire as she lavished him with the wet, slick heat of her mouth. Sucking his penis delighted her on several levels, and she knew from his low, involuntary grunts that he loved what she was doing to him. Soon he was using his hand to show her the rhythm he needed, and thrust into her mouth with avid passion.

  Curling her tongue around his shaft, Kameko took the last inch of him, brushing the tip of her nose against his belly. She held him with her lips, and massaged him from within her mouth, sucking and licking until she felt his knees trembling.

  Jake tried to pull away, but she gripped his thighs to keep him in her mouth as he came. Swallowing the thick, bitter-salt jets of his semen warmed her throat and belly, and filled her with a renewed sense of her own power.

  Kameko finished by letting him slip free, and bent her head as she licked the last trace of him from her throbbing lips.

  “You can get me off, but you’re still on the hook.” He hauled her to her feet. “I want the truth.”

  “I’ve given it to you.” All that she could, anyway.

  “No, you haven’t.” Jake scooped her up in his arms. “But you will.”

  Chapter Three

  Jake carried her back to the bondage room he’d built for her, and kicked the door shut before he set her on her feet. “Take off your clothes.”

  “I have nothing else to tell you,” she warned him.

  “I don’t care.” He stepped back and shrugged out of his jacket. “Take off your clothes.”

  “Why? I just gave you pleasure.” She made a wringing gesture with her hands. “And you still think I’m a thief.”

  “Fuck the designs.” He glowered at her. “Now take off your damn clothes, or I’m going to tear them off you.”

  He saw Kameko's hands shake as she reached behind her and unzipped, sliding her skirt down to step out of it. Beneath it she wore a pair of scarlet satin panties and a black lace garter belt. When she tugged off her blouse she revealed the matching satin bra, which pushed her small breasts up like an offering.

  Bare-chested now, Jake walked in a tight circle around her. He dipped his head to breathe in her scent before he unclipped her bra, and drew it away. He came around her to look at the delicate curves of her mounds, and felt his cock rise again and press painfully against his zipper.

  “You lovely, lying little witch.” He trailed his fingertips over the rucked coin of one nipple. “I can’t count the number of times I’ve wanted to tear open your blouse.” His gaze shifted to her face. “You wouldn't have stopped me. You won’t stop me now.”

  She looked past him, her jaw rigid. “I don't know why I'm doing this. It changes nothing.”

  “Liar,” he mocked. “You've been wanting this as long as I have. You just wouldn’t let yourself come to me.” He stroked his hand down over her belly, and let his fingers dip under the edge of her panties. "My secretive little submissive."

  When he pushed his hand between her thighs Kameko clutched his arm as if to keep from falling. “I never wanted this to happen.”

  “If that’s true, why are you wet for me already?" He parted her with a fingertip and rimmed her opening before penetrating her with one long finger. She felt slick but as tight as a virgin. “How long has it been since you let someone cross that line? Give you what you really need?”

  Her throat moved as she swallowed. “Does it matter?”

  Jake drew his finger out of her. “I suppose not.”

  He bent down, sweeping her off her feet and shifting her to the platform, where he laid her in the center and stretched her arms and legs out on the extensions. He had never intended to restrain her – that was her button, not his – but when she slipped her hands and feet into the straps, he secured them.

  She watched as he opened the front of his trousers, and pulled out his heavy shaft, wrapping his fist around it as he stepped between her spread thighs.

  “If we do this, we can never take it back,” she told him, her voice tight. “It will always connect us, no matter what we do or where we go. You understand that, don’t you?” When he didn’t reply she looked away. “This is the real reason I left, to keep this from happening.”

  “Nothing between us has been real, except that blow job you just gave me.” He rubbed the broad, satiny bulb against her folds, catching his breath as her heat permeated him. “But I agree. You wanted to prevent this, because you can’t fake it with me. I finally have you, Meko. The real you.”

  #

  Kameko had done everything she could think of to dissuade him from this. Now that he was poised on the brink of taking her she couldn’t think. All her schemes vanished from her mind, ob
literated by her burning need to be with the man she loved.

  Unable to deny him, Kameko arched her hips. “Then have me, Jacob.”

  Jake pressed his cockhead into her without another word. He grunted as he slowly worked himself into her clenching folds, gentle but determined. As he gave her another inch, Kameko bit her bottom lip. Her body stretched almost to the point of pain to accommodate the invasion of his thick girth.

  “Don’t keep me out.” He stopped pressing in and gripped her hips, inserting his hands under her bottom. “You want me inside you, Meko, you know you do. You know I can pleasure you.”

  Jake covered her breasts with his hands and began caressing them, his hands as bold and direct as his penis. With every stroke she took more and more of his length, gasping when he pumped harder and deeper, until he was filling her completely with every thrust. She could hear the wet sounds of her fluids enveloping him, and shivered as he reached her core. Between her folds, her clit throbbed like strobe, aching for the grazing touch of his shaft. Each time he brushed against the hard nub, frantic swells sensation pulsed through her sex and belly.

  At last Jake plowed into her to the broad base of his penis, and went still, looking down on her as she writhed, impaled by his delicious thickness. “Do you feel that?”

  “Jacob.” Her voice shook uncontrollably. “Please.”

  “I’m inside you now, and you’ll never have another man as hard or deep.” He drew out and thrust back in. “This is what you’ll remember every time you think of me.”

  It shocked Kameko to hear a whimper drift from her lips. Breathless and trembling, she felt so aroused that she knew she would explode any moment. “Jacob, I’m sorry I left you.”

  “No, you’re not.” He bent down, laving each of her nipples with his tongue until she gasped. “You couldn’t get away from me fast enough. You didn’t even stay to say good-bye.”

  Tears stung her eyes. “I knew you’d try to talk me into staying, and I . . . couldn’t. Not with the way I felt about you.”