UnSub

by Kendra Greenwood

  He shifted sideways a little, slipping his other hand between her open legs and she stiffened and gasped. He could see she held her breath as his fingers drew little lines up and down her sensitive flesh. He spread her thighs open wider and plunged two fingers into the soft, wet folds between her legs. Her back arched in response to his touch.

  “Always so wet, baby. I like that, Alyx. Very much.” He thrust his fingers in and out in a punishing rhythm as her hips rose to meet his relentless probing. He moved a hand to her chest and one wide palm covered her breast as he pinched her nipple. His other hand continued to tease her. He kept his fingers inside her, pumping in and out, then working his fingers over her clit. He pressed deeply inside her, alternating with slipping between her folds and circling her clit. Her breathing increased and he felt her tissues become engorged.

  Twisting his hand sideways to catch her clit between his thumb and fingers, he pinched it gently before each thrust. She gasped when he pushed three fingers inside her, ruthlessly stretching her open. He pulled out slowly, circling her entrance, in and out in a fast driving rhythm.

  In response to the relentless plunging force of multiple fingers, her insides tightened. The pinnacle. “Come for me, baby,” he whispered as his lips pressed against hers. He squeezed her clit a tad harder and her orgasm barreled through her. She shuddered and convulsed and her hips gave little jerks. Her insides spasmed around his fingers and he left them inside her until her breathing evened out.

  Alyx slowly opened her eyes and his fingers settled on her chin, holding it firmly in place. He kissed her deeply. She moaned again into his mouth as they melded their lips in a wet embrace. “Nicely done, little subbie,” he said, for her ears only.

  She blinked her baby blues at him and then noticed they’d acquired an audience. Doms were observing and smiling. Alyx buried her head in Daniel’s chest and groaned. “I can’t believe I just did that.”

  Daniel rubbed her back as she nuzzled his chest. Her warm breath penetrated his shirt and the heat of her threatened to be his undoing. He released her manacled wrists from over her head and rested them on her stomach. He rubbed her arms vigorously, assuring that the blood flowed properly through her limbs. Unhooking her wrists from each other, he raised and nibbled her fingers, kissing each one separately before helping her to sit up. Lacing her top back to conceal her beautiful breasts, he tugged on the ends of the ribbons, tying them into a perfect bow. He cuffed his fingers around her wrist and helped her stand, pulling down the hem of her short skirt to make sure she was covered. He ran his fingertips across her lips tenderly then took another kiss. “I think you’ve had enough of the club. Let’s go, little subbie, and now that I have you warmed up, I can’t wait to get you home.”

  Alyx’s eyes widened and he realized she was holding her breath again. “Breathe, little one,” he urged. Daniel winked and pulling her into his body, gave her butt cheek a pinch. She squealed.

  He led her by the hand and didn’t stop to talk to anyone as they fled the St. Andrews Club.

  Alyx remained quiet as the car headed homeward on Montauk Highway, her eyes searching the dark night through the passenger side window. Suddenly he worried that Alyx’s time at the club had traumatized her. She’d come magnificently for him, but perhaps it had been too much for her and once again he fretted over her Saturday evening debut with Steve. Shit. If only he could turn back the clock to the night he met her. He should have refused them and convinced Agent Scarborough this was a terrible idea.

  Maybe then, Daniel furrowed his brow. Maybe what?

  Perhaps the FBI wouldn’t have put Alyx in this position? Maybe she’d have worked with a different trainer? Maybe? Maybe nothing. Then he’d never have met her and that thought sent him into a tailspin.

  “You okay?” Daniel finally said.

  “I’m fine,” she muttered. There. Her favorite word again. Fine. “I-I just never thought I’d ever do something like that. Maybe I’m becoming a slut?” She continued to gaze out the window. Daniel reached over and secured her hand in his. He squeezed it affectionately and she slipped her fingers through his and squeezed back. She turned to him, but he couldn’t read her facial expression in the shadows.

  “You’re not a slut. Don’t do this to yourself. Besides, plenty of people get off on having public sex. I wouldn’t consider that something that classifies somebody as a slut.”

  She pressed her forehead against the window. “I guess,” she mumbled.

  “You were aroused,” he said.

  “I know,” she confessed. “That’s what upsets me.”

  The automatic garage door opener allowed them entrance and Daniel walked behind Alyx as they strode through the kitchen. Alyx stopped in front of the French doors that led to the back deck. Daniel focused on her reflection in the glass and came up behind her. He put his arms around her. Her breathing quickly aligned with his and it calmed him. He still had to get her into the rec room tonight. They only had two nights left and he intended to make the most of it. In forty-eight hours, she’d be gone from his life.

  Or, hopefully not.

  “Let’s go, little subbie, you’re not done yet. I went easy on you today because I knew you were anxious about going to the club. Tonight we’ll play with hot wax, and if you’re really bad I just might flog you and spank you. How much fun would that be?”

  Alyx swiveled in his arms and wrapped herself around his body, hugging him close. “Hot wax? Is there no end to your talents, Dr. Taylor?”

  “I’m a full-service Dominant, Miss Cameron. I aim to please, and there’s nothing I won’t give you if you want it.” Even if she didn’t realize she wanted it.

  “And I’m yours, Master Daniel, for whatever pleases you.” Daniel’s eyebrows arched, nearly reaching his forehead. Alyx didn’t drop her gaze.

  “Boy, you’ve come a long way in a week. I had serious doubts that I’d ever get you to be this compliant.”

  “Well, I’ll agree with that,” she muttered before touching her pouty lips to his. She kissed him and then pulled back. “Do with me what you will, Sir, because the end is in sight. I’m sure a year from now I’ll have convinced myself this was merely a figment of my overactive, erotic imagination. It never really happened.”

  “Oh, it happened all right, Miss Cameron. It happened and it was spectacular. And tonight shall be a night you’ll never forget.”

  * * *

  Alyx couldn’t believe she wanted more. More sex. More pain. More Daniel. More, more, more. Not after this entire week of carnal indulgences and then having to perform with Daniel at the club? With some of her previous lovers she hadn’t had this much sex in a month, never mind a week, but just hearing Daniel threaten that tonight would be unforgettable, had her pulse racing, her heart practically leaving her body.

  “Okay, little subbie,” releasing her from his tight embrace. He grabbed her by the shoulders and faced her away from him. “I want you in the rec room in ten minutes. No clothing, slave position in front of the St. Andrews Cross.”

  Alyx had no breath, no spit in her mouth, even as adrenaline ignited her blood.

  Daniel prodded her behind. “Off you go.”

  Chapter 7

  Friday

  Melancholy swarmed Alyx as she watched Daniel sleeping, his face a picture of unadulterated male beauty. She chuckled quietly to herself. A poor choice of words, as technically there had been plenty of adultery. Well, not actually adultery, because neither of them had been cheating on anybody, but still…

  The sadness came because she knew she had to return home today and regain her sanity before she went to work at the club. She needed not only to calm her emotions, she needed to rest her lady bits after last night’s exertions. A smile grabbed her lips, recalling their session in the rec room, which had undoubtedly been the hottest night of sex she’d ever had and very likely the best damn time she’d ever have.

  Daniel gave a little snort and moved off his side and stretched out on his back, his arms over hi
s head. Alyx slung an arm over his broad chest and nuzzled her face into his neck. The masculine scent of him, mixed with the leftover cologne essence became a smell she’d never forget, a sweet elixir, a bewitching love potion. Maybe she’d steal one of his tee-shirts to keep as a memento of their time together. Good God. What was with her and tee-shirts? She’d kept one of Jason’s around for nearly six months after their break up and she didn’t even like Jason. She wondered if a name existed for such an obsession. And was it a sign of some terrible flaw in her personality.

  Daniel would be upset with her for leaving early, but it was the right thing to do. She needed to detox from him as soon as possible, reminding herself that he didn’t have feelings for her and what she’d thought might be affection was simply the way Doms were. Last night at the club had convinced her of that, the way Jack and all the Masters had treated her with such personal attention made her accept reality. No harm, no foul, she guessed. She’d had a wonderful week playing with Daniel and now the time had come for her to use what he’d taught her to catch those sadistic slavers and hopefully bring home the female prisoners. Alyx closed her eyes and let the essence of Daniel fill her head.

  “Good morning, sunshine,” his sultry voice crooned. He draped his arm over her naked shoulder and pulled her into him, her breasts pressed tightly into his chest. “Did you sleep well?”

  “Yes,” she said, while thinking: might as well get this over with as soon as possible. She added, “I need to go home today. I’ll leave right after breakfast.”

  Daniel’s face darkened. “What? Why? We have one more day.”

  “Well, Daniel, there are so many reasons. You’ve taught me all I need for the club and, well, I’m exhausted. I need to mentally prepare myself and honestly, after last night’s festivities, I need to give my body a rest. I’m pretty sore and if I walk into the club like this I’ll look like I have a stick up my ass, or, more appropriately, like I have a giant butt plug up my ass.”

  Daniel rubbed a thumb across her cheek then over her chin. His expression confused her. Was he in pain? “Baby, I don’t want you to go yet. I want another day. One more day.”

  “Daniel, you’re sweet, you really are, and honestly, a week ago I’d never have thought that word would describe you.” She leaned in and gave him a quick kiss on his forehead. She threw the covers back and began to make her escape. His strong hand grabbed her upper arm and he flung her back forcefully on the mattress, covering her body with his. The weight of him, his warm skin pressed against hers, made the blood sing in her veins. He grabbed her wrists and threw them over her head, securing them both in one massive hand.

  “Please, Alyx. Stay another day.” His dark eyes smoldered with sensuality and Alyx felt her resolve lessen. But no, she couldn’t let him dazzle her with his sexpertise. Not now, never again.

  “I can’t, Daniel. I need to go home.” She squirmed under him, trying to gain her freedom. His erection pressed into her stomach and she sighed. Was he ever satiated? Well, she had to admit that she didn’t think she could ever get enough of him either and that was why she needed to make her escape. “Please, let me up, Daniel,” she tried to sound angry, but barely convinced herself. She tried to free her wrists but couldn’t budge them. She pushed her chest into his, but couldn’t move him off her.

  “You’re on my time, little subbie, and our arrangement doesn’t end until tonight,” he said in his authoritative Dom tone. But then he smiled.

  “Nice try, buddy, but that shit isn’t going to work anymore. We’ve done enough and there’s no way you can stop me from going home. I’ll remind you that I have my firearm with me, don’t make me use it to make my getaway.” Alyx chuckled. “Now, let me go.” She kissed him on the mouth and the intensity of his return kiss set her libido into the red zone.

  Hmm… she thought, maybe one last time?

  “I won’t,” he said stubbornly, tightening his grip on her wrists.

  Alyx considered her next move. “Well, mister, if you ask me nicely, maybe I might just fuck you before I go.”

  Daniel touched his nose to hers. “I don’t know, Agent Cameron, I’m used to being in charge and I’m not sure I’m capable of giving up the reins.”

  “Do you trust me, Sir?” she said, their eyes only inches apart.

  Daniel frowned, apparently considering her question. “Yes.”

  “Then we’re going to play a little game called Honor Bondage.” She firmly wedged her thigh between his legs and curled her foot around his calf. Using her hips, she swiftly flipped him onto his back, pinning his arms to the pillow.

  “You little devil,” he said, playfully. “Pretty sneaky using your FBI combat skills on me. You’re lucky I don’t put you over my knee right this second and teach you a lesson about topping from the bottom.”

  “Oh, I thoroughly intend on being on top, Sir. Now, hold onto the spindles on the headboard and keep them there. This is a test of how much control you have, mister. I want you to stay still, you do not have permission to move. Is that clear?”

  After a too-long pause, he mumbled, “Yes, ma’am.”

  Alyx curved his fingers around the headboard spindles, thrilled at the fact that his breathing was labored. She had this one opportunity to let him know what things would have been like if they hadn’t played this ridiculous Dom/sub game for the past week.

  She dragged her hands over his chest and settled them on his tight stomach. “Honor bondage dispenses with the need for physical restraints like cuffs, or ropes, in a scene, because you essentially must hold a fixed position through the force of your will. In essence you are bound by the Mistress’s will. Do you understand?”

  “Yes ma’am,” Daniel said and she could see the laugh he was trying to suppress.

  “Good,” she said, unable to add on the word boy, that just sounded perverted. “Close your eyes and keep them closed. This is all about feeling, Daniel. Set your mind free and let me please you.” Daniel closed his eyes and she slid her body down and knelt between his legs, then grabbed his ankles and spread them wide. That sexy salute of his warmed every bit of her body, mind, soul.

  “Now it will be more difficult to keep your legs still because there’s nothing to anchor them. If you can’t stay still then I will be forced to restrain you.” Daniel frowned briefly and Alyx understood Daniel would never allow her to tie him up and that was fine, she had no intention on following through on that threat anyway. Straddling his hips, she leaned in and placed her mouth on his nipple, running her hands across his chest. She sucked until his nipples hardened, good and firm.

  Her kisses were everywhere and he yielded to the ministrations of her lips as they finally landed between his legs. She took him into her mouth and carefully teased him with her tongue. His hips began to writhe under her and she quickly set him free. She snapped, “Do. Not. Move. Mister.” His eyes still closed tightly, her warm, wet lips slid over his shaft again. She sucked hard and he thrust himself deeply into her mouth. The strokes of her tongue grew more forceful and he writhed beneath her once more.

  “Fuck,” he yelled. “You’re slaying me, woman.”

  Releasing him again, “Quiet,” she barked. This time she sucked hard on the tip of his erection before she slid his hardness into her mouth. She shoved her hands underneath him and grabbed the cheeks of his ass and squeezed. The muscles hardened at her touch. Massaging his skin, she pressed him more deeply into her mouth until he hit the back of her throat.

  “Jesus, Alyx, I can’t take any more of this I need to be inside you.” He swooped down on her and pulled her to his mouth, kissing her passionately. “You little vixen, how am I ever going to let you go?” In one quick motion, he picked her up and impaled her on his dick and the initial burst of soreness made all the breath whoosh out of her, as if she’d just taken a blow to the chest. It vanished instantly and their oneness filled her with a sense of wholeness, as if it would never be this way again. Their hands locked together as she pumped up and down on him, burying
him inside her to the hilt. They exploded at the same time and it was difficult to tell who was louder.

  Alyx collapsed on Daniel’s chest, damp with sweat, as their breathing calmed and the syncopating rhythms of their hearts merged. Her arms circled his neck and she held him tightly to her chest.

  She had to go.

  * * *

  Daniel paced. He ran his hands through his hair in frustration. Alyx promised she’d call as soon as she got back to her apartment. He’d offered to have Mason drive her home but she’d insisted on taking the Jitney. That was four hours ago, she should easily be home by now.

  Letting her go was the most difficult thing Daniel had done in a long time. Nothing he said could convince her to stay tonight even though it would be a shorter trip to the club from his house. She insisted on going home, needing time to mentally prepare for her club debut. He worried, remembering how she’d struggled to understand what she’d witnessed at the St. Andrews Club last night. He brought her there because he didn’t want her freaking out during the night when she’d have to perform. Jesus, he hated this whole situation. His attempt to talk her out of this insane assignment had been futile. She was committed to saving these women and nothing he said could change that.

  Dialing her number again, it went directly to voicemail. He texted her. No response. Fuck. Where could she be? Perhaps there had been an accident. Images of a bus wreck had her lying in the middle of the Long Island Expressway. She’d call him if she were in trouble, right?

  Another hour passed and he needed to do something. Dialing Rob Scarborough’s number, his gruff voice answered. “Dr. Taylor?”

  “Scarborough, have you heard from Alyx today?”

  “No. Why? Is something wrong?”

  “I don’t know. She insisted on going back to her apartment today to mentally prepare herself for tomorrow night. She left right after breakfast and promised to call me as soon as she got home, but I haven’t heard a word. I’ve called her and texted her at least a dozen times.”