UnSub

by Kendra Greenwood

  Daniel appeared in the bedroom’s doorway. “Rec room. Fifteen minutes.” It almost sounded like a question.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “You know how to open the door?”

  She nodded.

  “Underwear only and in the slave position in front of the bondage bench.”

  Her pulse rate quickened at his authoritative tone. “Yes, Sir.”

  “I promised you toys the other night, but I-I got distracted. We’ll focus on toys tonight.”

  Alyx smirked inwardly at Daniel’s embarrassed expression. My, my, she’d distracted the Dom. “Your wish is my command, Sir.”

  Daniel left and Alyx relaxed on the bed, focusing on her bright red toenails. She remembered sitting in the pedicure chair worrying about the future terror that loomed large. Daniel was anything but terrifying. He was a good man, a bit controlling, but, dare she think it? Sweet.

  Alyx pushed the secret spot on the wall. The door swung wide and she left it open. Clad only in her lacy black bra and matching bikini bottoms, gooseflesh prickled her skin. Climbing the stairs to the rec room, she walked over to the far wall and pulled the cord that raised the shades. The brilliant night sky filled the space. She gazed down to the waves crashing onto the beach. A cold front had moved in last night and although the day proved crisp and clear, the ocean yelled its frustration as unrelenting fury pounded the shoreline.

  She sensed his presence before he said anything, her eyes cast downward, her palms upturned on her naked thighs. Her heart beat wildly, the sound of the booming surf unable to drown out her raging pulse.

  “You’re so beautiful, Alyx.” Daniel’s voice sounded soft, undemanding, uncommanding. “I like seeing you on your knees, nearly naked, waiting for me.” Alyx grimaced, shutting her eyes tightly. She wanted to say something to thwart his need for seeing her in submission, slave-like, even though his definition made sense. Almost.

  His bare toes grazed her knees. An unexpected urge insisted that she suck them. Geez. Never had she wanted to taste a man’s toes but somehow, she wanted to devour every part of his deliciously wicked body. Daniel had somehow transformed her into somebody she didn’t recognize.

  “Tonight, I’ll introduce you to the spanking horse and the C-clamp and we’ll play with a bullet vibrator. I’ll remove the plug you have now and you can rest from it until tomorrow. Then I’ll give you a new and bigger one. We’re ahead of schedule in that department. You should be ready by tomorrow night for me to claim your delectable ass. I’m very pleased with your progress.” She briefly glanced up, wondering if she should say thank you. But he hadn’t asked her a question and so she stayed in silent protocol. Why did pleasing him make her so happy? “Eyes on the floor, baby.”

  Well, she’d nearly stayed in protocol. Damn.

  Daniel moved about the rec room silently making preparations for whatever he had planned. More education, more blessed torture. He made her wait too long, her excitement level was skyrocketing.

  His toes tickled her knees again and her breath hitched. “Eyes on me.” Locking her gaze on his fetching brown eyes, his face darkened. That smoldering glance made her wet before his first touch. “Stand up,” he commanded, his Dom persona rising from the softness he’d showed a moment ago.

  He marched her in the direction of the bondage bench. “Bend over,” he ordered. She sprawled her upper body across the cool black leather. “This will be quick. I don’t need to tie you down. Hold on to the table.”

  Alyx wrapped her fingers over the edge that butted up against the wall. The wall that her head had smashed into last time she lay here as Daniel pounded her into earth-shattering orgasms.

  Daniel hooked his thumbs into her bikini bottoms and pulled the flimsy material down to her ankles. “Step out,” he said, removing her panties. “Now, spread those legs wide.” Alyx complied and he reached between her butt cheeks and extracted the plug in one quick motion, depositing it in the trashcan. It thudded slightly as it hit the bottom of the can.

  “Up you go.” He grabbed her by her upper arms and helped her stand. “We’ll play without it tonight and, as I said, you’ll get the new one tomorrow.”

  Butterflies swarmed Alyx’s stomach. Giant ones. But everything he told her had been true so far and she did trust him. He’d work his erotic magic and make the pain feel good.

  The lesson began and Alyx quickly slipped into a sexual coma. Up and down. In and out. Restrained and freed. Mouths, tongues, legs spread. On her hands and knees. On her back. On her stomach. He was pure animal. And she fucking adored this beast.

  Four orgasms and she was shot. And, oh yeah, she loved toys.

  Daniel held her in the aftercare chair, covering her with the soft blanket and snuggled her under his chin until she dozed. She didn’t have any idea how long she languished in his secure embrace, drunk on that scrumptious cocktail of oxytocin, dopamine and estrogen, maybe even a kick of testosterone thrown in.

  Opening her eyes, her gaze fell on his gorgeous face. His eyes were closed, his long dark lashes nearly landing on his cheeks, his breathing steady and even. Was he asleep? Her eyes drifted over his naked shoulder and chest. She feathered her fingertips over his nipple, playing with the little hairs that circled it and smiled to herself. So handsome, so peaceful. Her heart sprinted.

  He must have sensed that she’d come around. He spoke to her, his eyelids still shut, “You’re back, little subbie. You okay?”

  “Mmm, I’m good.”

  “Just good?” A mischievous grin quirked his lips, but he still hadn’t opened his eyes.

  Alyx giggled. “Well,” she struggled for the right words. “That was amazing. I can’t even think of how to describe what that felt like. Nirvana, maybe.” She laughed again, embarrassed at her assessment of the absolutely insane session they’d had in the rec room over the last couple of hours.

  “I love the sound of your laugh.” Daniel lifted his head off the chair and gazed down at her. “I’m glad you enjoyed yourself. I hit subspace myself, only we call it Domspace. The high a Dom gets from pleasing his sub.” He ran his thumb across her chin and parted her lips, planting a chaste kiss on her mouth. “I love your lips,” he whispered against them. Even that was enough to force her to squeeze her thighs together, stemming the rising heat between her legs.

  How could she still want him after she’d just spent hours fucking him? Like being a drug addict, she seemed to worship him, nonstop.

  This was so far out of control. Thankfully she’d be forced to walk away at the end of the week. She’d go cold turkey.

  She savored the delectable tidbits of pineapple as he pushed them past her lips, feeding her. She swallowed the sweetness, moaning. Again, they slept together and he held her throughout the night. Yet something niggled at her, an inner voice telling her that even though this felt so right, something very wrong would soon ruin every last bit of joy.

  Chapter 6

  Wednesday

  Dawn stretched across the sky in pink and gray hues as Daniel pulled Alyx into the curve of his body, his little sub soundly sleeping, his arm wrapped securely around her waist. He’d nearly lost his mind last night, he’d fucked her so hard. Even he was sore and he could only imagine how raw Alyx felt. And yet he was horned up for her already and he couldn’t blame it on the normal morning woody. Never had he reacted to a woman with this intensity. Never. Ever. He thought about Lacey. What a total screw-up he was. He’d talked himself into thinking this would be meaningless sex and Lacey would never know, but now...

  Jesus, he didn’t know what he would do. His conscience plagued him.

  Alyx shifted under his arm and a tiny giggle slipped from her lips. He wondered if she was dreaming, and if so, what fantasies inhabited her mind? He kissed her shoulder and she tittered again.

  “Your chin is scratchy, mister,” she said playfully.

  “Sorry, little one.” She pivoted in his arms and nuzzled her face against his chest, her breath warm on his skin. He ran his hand up and down h
er spine, landing on her butt cheek. He gave a squeeze. “You okay this morning? I might have been a little rough on you last night.”

  Her lazy eyes reached him and her head tilted back. “I guess I like it rough. You’ll get no complaints from this little subbie.”

  “Glad to hear it.” He leaned in and kissed her tenderly. “No sex this morning. We’re taking a break.”

  “Seriously?” She wrapped her hand around his erection.

  “Aren’t you sore?” His eyebrows arched.

  Her lips quirked down in a girlish pout. “I wouldn’t want to take advantage of my tired little Dom.”

  Alyx wriggled out of his grasp and slung her legs over the side of the bed to get up. Daniel grabbed her upper arms and dragged her back, pinning her to the mattress. She shrieked in protest. “What did you say, little subbie?” He pressed his body into hers, his boner already at her slick core. Securing her wrists in one hand, he threw them above her head and held them there. “Perhaps I should spank you for disrespect.” Her eyes twinkled.

  “You wouldn’t.” Alyx giggled as she struggled to free herself.

  “I am capable of many, many things.” Daniel kissed her savagely and she stopped wriggling. Their breathing synchronized as he inhaled her like a starving man gobbling food. Her sultry eyes smoldered, her face flushed, her heart thudded like a tiny bird against his chest.

  He took her slow, easy, and their shared orgasm came like a prayer, an incantation, the silent warm embrace of an angel.

  * * *

  They decided to skip the workout again this morning, agreeing they’d burned enough calories last night and considering they burned off some more before they got out of bed. However, Daniel didn’t forget about the new, and bigger, butt plug he’d promised. Alyx had to admit its girth left her slightly aroused all day, not that she needed any enhancement to get her in the mood around Dr. Taylor.

  The rest of the day rolled by like the sex that morning, slow and easy. They read, watched old movies on TV and napped most of it away until it was time to spruce up for the fundraiser. He gave her relief from the plug, but just for the evening. Well, she’d resorted to begging and he’d finally relented.

  A few hours later, Alyx finished dressing in the green bedroom. Daniel, who got dressed quicker than she did, waited for her at the bottom of the stairs.

  “Wow,” he gushed as she descended the staircase. “You clean up real nice.” He extended his hand toward her as she landed on the last step, effectively erasing their difference in height. His hands settled on her hips and he held her there. His eyes traveled over the pink cashmere hugging her curves. Although he really liked her naked, he had to admit she looked damn fine dressed to the nines.

  “Are you implying that I was dirty before?” Her lip curled into a feigned pout that launched him into the sexual stratosphere. The mere curve of her lips could do that.

  “I like you dirty,” he said, gripping her hips tighter. “Especially when I’m the one to mess you up.”

  As he tugged her closer, she gave her adorable smile. “You’re rather fetching yourself, Dr. Taylor. I’m a total sucker for a guy in a suit, never mind a tuxedo.” She grasped the ends of his bow-tie and tugged slightly, then pulled one end up a little. “There,” she said, smoothing both ends down. “Perfect.” But then she draped her arms over his shoulders and stared into him, her voice barely audible. “Daniel. Are you sure this is a good idea?”

  “Don’t get me wrong.” He slipped his arms around her waist. “These events can be horribly boring, so I suggest you drink until you drop. I certainly intend to.”

  With Mason already behind the wheel, Daniel opened the back door of the silver SUV and Alyx glided across the slick leather seat, her sleek legs pulling the black patent leather stilettos in behind her. She slid over, making room for him. Overwhelmed by her beauty, he couldn’t believe she was the same woman he’d met in Jack’s office only a few days ago. He’d thought her pretty then, but now, he decided she was easily the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen, the most stunning woman he’d ever made love to.

  Shit. Had he actually just said that? Even to himself? This was about the fucking, and had nothing to do with that four-letter word: love.

  Keep telling yourself that, doc, keep telling yourself. Before things go sideways.

  Daniel flipped on the stereo from the back seat and her playlist flashed onto the screen. He pressed the top 25 list and Rihanna’s voice floated on the airwaves, telling Eminem how much she loves the way it hurts, the way he lies. He heard the parts he wanted to, or perhaps the ones he didn’t. He was in way, way over his head. The problem being, what was he going to do about it?

  They entered the front drive of the The Pearl. Daniel escorted Alyx through the front door, his hand under her elbow. The posh restaurant had been taken over for the evening’s event, which on an off-season Wednesday was probably a blessing for the high-priced venue. Daniel felt Alyx’s uneasiness and wanted to put his arm around her trim waist and embrace her. Then again, not only were they out in public, his mother was lurking about. Best to keep his hands to himself.

  Not less than thirty seconds after entering the dining room, he heard, “Daniel!” as his mother beelined to him in a flash. “I was so afraid you wouldn’t make it.” She circled him in a warm hug and kissed his cheek, then retreated and wiped her lipstick off his face with her thumb. He squirmed like a six-year-old.

  “Hello, Mom. I’m glad I could make it.” Nothing wrong with a tiny white lie, right? His mother immediately landed her eyes on Alyx. Daniel inhaled slowly. “Mom, meet Alyx Cameron. Alyx, meet my mother, Dr. Laura Taylor.”

  They exchanged pleasantries and Daniel added, “I’m working as a consultant with Ms. Cameron this week, she’s here from out of town. We’ve been up late most nights trying to fine-tune the protocols for her new project.”

  “Really?” Daniel’s mother said. “How interesting. What line of work are you in, Ms. Cameron?”

  Alyx hesitated. “I’m so sorry if I sound rude, but I’m afraid it’s not something I’m at liberty to discuss.” A waiter came by and offered them white wine from a silver tray. One by one, they indulged.

  “Top secret?” Daniel’s mother said, taking a sip. “Perhaps a new drug that’ll make our hearts beat twenty years beyond its expiration date?” She laughed. His mother obviously assumed Alyx worked for a pharmaceutical company, a perfectly logical conclusion and one Daniel could work with.

  “Mom, Alyx and I have had a grueling few days working on her protocols and we’d love to forget about work until the torture begins anew.”

  Alyx coughed and sputtered. Daniel gently patted her bare back. He met her stare and struggled not to crack a grin. “You okay, Alyx?” She didn’t answer him. She probably wanted to smack him.

  “Well,” his mother said, “I need to make the rounds.” She stopped to chuckle at her own joke. “Oh, you know what I mean, not rounds… but rounds. I need to get a-round and greet everyone. I’ll catch you two later. You’re sitting at my table, of course. I didn’t realize you were bringing a guest, darling, so I’ll have the server set another place.”

  His mother scurried away in a flourish and Alyx faced Daniel. “Asshole. I can’t believe you said what you did.”

  Daniel grinned impishly. “That would be, Sir Asshole, if you please.” The expression on Alyx’s face made him laugh out loud.

  She shook her head. “I’m not sure I’m going to survive tonight, never mind the rest of the week.”

  “I’m not certain I can keep my hands off you the next few hours. I nearly yanked you into my arms twice already, and we’ve only been here like two minutes.” Frank Sinatra crooned Bewitched, Bothered and Bewildered and Daniel wondered if the DJ could read his mind. A few couples straggled onto the dance floor.

  “Perhaps we can get away with dancing. It would be like prom. I can try to cop a feel without the chaperones noticing. I do love a challenge.”

  “So do I. And by the way
, I’m an FBI agent trained in three distinct fighting disciplines.”

  He smiled, definitely up to the challenge. “Drink up,” he ordered as each chugged the last of their wine. He placed her glass on a nearby table, then settled his hand on the soft skin of her back and ushered her onto the dance floor. He circled one arm around her waist, then grasped her hand and tugged her into his body, but not close enough that she could sense his erection. Their eyes met, and his heart lurched at the wanting in her gaze. “You’re a gorgeous woman, Alyx.” She flushed crimson and cast her eyes downward. Jesus, he couldn’t wait to get her home.

  They ate their appetizer, a delightful concoction of grilled shrimp with mango salsa, and then filet mignon with a horseradish sauce, new potatoes and green beans with hazelnuts. Vi stopped at their table and chatted aimlessly about her new grandchild. Speeches punctuated their dinner and Daniel grew impatient, checking his watch to see how soon he could orchestrate their escape.

  His mother’s acceptance speech was last on the agenda and Daniel sighed with frustration, he couldn’t leave until his mother finished her remarks. They danced a final time so it didn’t seem as if they were making a run for it as soon as the program ended. Daniel held Alyx a little too close, but he almost didn’t care. He leaned into her ear. “I need to get you home. I intend for us to play on the bondage bed tonight. I can’t wait to have you restrained and at my mercy while I do evil things to you.”

  Alyx inhaled sharply and her body tensed.

  “Excited already, little subbie? I want my mouth on you, and especially on that sweet spot between your legs.” He studied her face, but she refused to make eye contact, gazing over his shoulder; but the pulse in her neck pounded like a jackhammer.

  “God, Daniel,” she said a little too loudly. “Don’t say shit like that to me and then expect me to act normal.”