REMEDY: A Mafia Romance (Return to Us Trilogy Book 3)

by M. K. Gilher

  Jacade growls and stands. He pulls me off my stool by my waist and smashes me to his side. My hand slips out of Jett's and flies to Jacade's chest for balance.

  "Shall we?" Jacade angles his head toward the gilded grand staircase in the lobby.

  "You ready?" Jett's smile brightens his deep-set eyes.

  Shoot, he's too much. I drop my chin to my chest.

  "Don't be bashful, Ivy. The spinner is one of my greatest inventions."

  One of them? I wonder what else he's invented.

  Jacade's arm squeezes me tighter and his torso tenses. Jett whacks his palm to Jacade's shoulder. "Did he tell you he can throw a hatchet and pop a balloon the size of a quarter from twenty feet away?" Jett beams with pride.

  "No, he didn't. Might have to show me that sometime," I say with a smirk.

  Jacade flashes me his wide grin and dimple. Oy vey. He may not be a master dom like his brother, but he's every bit as lethal.

  "C'mon. The suite should be ready to go." Jett saunters away.

  Jacade leads me up the staircase behind Jett. My eyes glance up and feast upon Jett's ass cheeks popping up and down, followed by Jacade's bobbing as if he's on a Stairmaster. This is the most scenic set of stairs I've ever climbed.

  At the end of the hallway, Jett unlocks and turns the knob to suite D. My heart hammers in my chest as he slowly opens the door and stands aside for me to pass. The room is more stark than I remember. Sparse, rustic furniture made of wrought iron, weathered wood floors with deep dark grooves in the grains, black suede fabric on the couches and massive bed. Jacade's heat against my back is the only welcoming element here.

  Jett presses the flat screen, and a panel opens up in the wall.

  There it is, the spinner. I'm dumbfounded. How can you strap a human being to this mechanism for pleasure? I'm about to find out.

  "Step on up, Ivy." Jett tilts his head toward the contraption. "I'm gonna be fitting the straps for you."

  Jacade crosses his arms and plants his feet. I catch a glimpse of his gun on his belt. He frowns and pulls his phone from his pocket. "Sorry, Ivy. I gotta take this."

  "Okay, Trip."

  He presses his lips to a thin line. "You call me Jacade… or Sir."

  I grin at him as he answers the call.

  "Hold on." Jacade gives Jett a warning look and points a finger. "No funny business. I'll be right outside the door."

  "No worries, brother. I'll take good care of her."

  What? Jett's doing what to me?

  Jacade kisses my cheek. "Talk," he says into his phone as he exits the suite.

  "Ivy, come on." Jett waves me over with his hand.

  My shoes scrape across the wood floors with my shuffled steps. I'm standing in front of the wheel of death, not with my vigorous and stimulating man, but with his master dom older brother. I have no idea what I'm doing, and Jett's the creator of this gratification apparatus.

  "Step on up, darlin'." I take a hesitant step forward, and he chuckles. "Considering what you're about to do, this isn't the time to be shy."

  He looks down at my elaborate heels and the leaves trailing up my calves. "Shoes off."

  I hold his hand for support as I bend to remove my shoes. I straighten, and Jett's long fingers circle my waist. His thumbs dig into my flesh on the front and the pads of his fingers on my back. I wonder how many women he's touched with those fingers.

  He lifts my hips and pushes my back up against the solid wood of the spinner.

  "Feet on the pegs." Jett's voice turns unforgiving.

  I balance my feet on the thin foot pegs and stare at his threadbare white T-shirt stretching taut over the scaffolds of his abs. A feathered cluster of soft brown hair peeps out above the button fly of his faded jeans. There's no way he's wearing briefs if I can see the trailhead to pleasure. No way.

  With one hand pressing on my belly, he bends and yanks on the foot pegs. I gasp as my legs pop open. He adjusts a strap over my ankle and buckles in one leg. He moves to my other foot and repeats the procedure.

  He stands to look me in the eye. "Comfortable?"

  "Yes."

  He frowns and crouches to my feet again. He wrenches the pegs out another foot, spreading my legs unnaturally wide. My thighs stick out of the panels of the dress. Ugh! I'm so exposed!

  "Arms above your head."

  I raise my arms and do what I'm told because I have a feeling I've just come face-to-face with Master Jett.

  "Place the backs of your hands flat against the wood."

  The force of his low-pitched, profound voice pushes my hands flat and arches my back.

  My breasts jostle up in the air. Jett's eyes follow the peaks of my nipples as my chest juts out. Forgive me, Father, for having impure thoughts about my boyfriend's brother.

  I close my eyes and envision Jacade with me—not his extremely hot but uncouth older brother!

  The wheel of death shakes and rattles with his sharp tug on the wrist straps above my head. He lowers the position of the strap to match my height. His heat moves closer to me as he loops the strap through the buckle.

  His hard cock presses into my hip.

  I swallow loudly.

  "Open your eyes."

  My eyes unseal.

  Jett stands in front of me scowling. "Stand up straight."

  He's angry? Is this about the Tarzan comment? I was just joking, Master Jett.

  He slides the strap at my waist up to my ribcage. His fingertips graze the bottom of my breasts as he works the buckles. He reeks of woodsy cologne and sweaty sex with touches of floral perfume. A second strap above my breasts squashes them tight and isolates them from the rest of my body. They stick out like monoliths in his face. The fabric of the dress pulls back, revealing more of my skin.

  I turn my head, hoping my hair will cover the blush in my cheeks. All I can imagine is being Eiffel towered by two hot ass doctor brothers.

  Jett works the belt into the buckle near my armpit. His muscular forearm brushes my taut nipple.

  My breath catches in my throat.

  "Fuck. I gotta get out of here," Jett mumbles.

  The straps on my wrists snap open, shockingly fast compared to the time it took to buckle them. The pressure around my ribcage releases, and I wobble on the pegs as my feet are briskly freed.

  "You're good. Step down."

  I stand completely stiff with my hands above my head, my breasts heaving, and my cheek to my bicep. I peek out one eye. He holds out a hand to help me down. Oh. I take an unsteady step down. As soon as my feet hit the floor, Jett beelines to the door.

  "Jude, wait!" I scamper behind him.

  He halts with his hand on the doorknob. "Jett." His grip is so tight, the vein in his forearm pulses.

  "I'm sorry. Jett…"

  His eyes scan my body. "What do you want?"

  Why is he so angry? Does he know what I was thinking on the wheel? Maybe he's mad at himself for getting turned on too. It's okay. It's a natural reaction. As long as we don't start making out, we're safe.

  "I- I- was wondering if there's something special I could do for Jacade in here tonight?"

  "Explain." The door handle squeaks as he grips it more firmly.

  "He put together this extravagant evening, and I'd like to show him how much I really want to be in here with him."

  "Ivy, are you asking me how to be a submissive?"

  Am I?

  "Well, Jacade told me you teach…" I peer down at my feet. "Anyway, yes, I guess I'm asking that."

  He huffs out a disbelieving breath. "Have to say, it's fucking hot you want to do that for him."

  I glance up and stare at his beguiling smile.

  "Okay, here's what you do."

  Chapter 20

  Jacade

  Jett's Cheshire grin snags my attention as he shuts the door to suite D.

  I mouth the word what while Dix blathers in my ear.

  "Nothing, just remember this when my birthday rolls around." He shrugs and struts down the hal
lway.

  "You shoulda seen it, boss. Carlos's went up in flames like a powder keg. Some kind of kitchen accident." Dix's words draw my attention back to him.

  "Carlos inside?"

  "Yep. He didn't have time to get out, poor guy."

  "Excellent. Good job, Dix."

  I end the call and stare at the door to suite D. A primal force crawls from my stomach through my bones and to my hand. She's behind the door. My safe house. My Ivy tower.

  I open the door and freeze.

  Why the hell?

  Ivy kneels on the floor in only her bra and panties. Her long, chestnut hair twists over one shoulder. She's sitting back on her calves, knees spread, back straight, eyes down, palms face up on her thighs. She's magnificent. And she's trembling.

  Fucking shit.

  I turn the deadbolt and squat in front of her with my elbows on my knees.

  "Baby, what're you doing? You searching for a contact lense or something down there?"

  Her gaze lifts to mine, and the fear in her eyes spikes anger… and lust through me.

  She shakes her head. I sigh and pull her up from the floor.

  "Words, Ivy. What's going on?" My fingers skim the side of her rouge-covered cheek, her rosy flesh a texture of buffed marble beneath my grainy caress.

  "I wanted to do something special for you, so I asked Je—"

  "Jett suggested you do this?"

  "No, no. I asked him." She places her dainty hands on my chest.

  I close my eyes and roll my neck to the sides. He shouldn't have done that. I'm not like him. She's not like his girls. She's my czarina not my fucking slave.

  I stare down at her. "What did I tell you the first time I saw you on your knees?"

  "Umm…"

  "Never kneel in front of a man unless it pleases you to please him. Seeing you like that didn't please me one bit. I'm fucking pissed."

  Scarlett floods her cheeks, and her face crumbles. "I was only trying to give you what I thought you wanted."

  "That's not at all what I want. You're not my goddamn submissive. You're my… my Ivy."

  "I'm sorry." She casts her gaze to the floor.

  Damn. I'm being too harsh on her. "It's not your fault. Jett shouldn't have assumed. I'll have words with him." I slip my hand behind her neck and give her a reassuring squeeze. "Thank you. For offering yourself to me, but I don't want my collar on your neck, I want my ring on your finger."

  Wide green eyes stare up at me and scorch my soul.

  "Now, if you wanna play, I'm good with it. I just need a heads up. And I decide what happens, not Jett, not you. You will not take a submissive pose in front of me. You'll stand and give me those emerald eyes. Understand?"

  "Yes."

  I pull her into an embrace and trail my fingers down the warm, soft skin of her bare back. She's hot as fuck in her lingerie and bare feet.

  "Jacade?" she whispers in my ear.

  "Mmm?"

  "I want to play."

  I laugh. "All right. Let's play." I grab her hand and guide her to the wheel. She turns to face me and steps up onto the foot pedestals, her behind bumping the wood. I raise her arms above her head and strap her wrists in place.

  "Did Jett see you take your clothes off?" My chest presses against hers.

  "No, I waited till he left."

  "Good. I wouldn't want to have to kill my brother." Tightening the straps above and below her breasts compresses them and frames her supple skin in rough leather.

  "Now, no talking except for yes, Sir. Understand?"

  "Yes, Sir."

  I drop to one knee and strap her in at her feet. Fuck, Jett spread her as wide as possible on here.

  My hands glide up her legs and over the lace at her navel. I trace the filigree pattern to the silk bows on her hips. "I chose these panties because I thought I would enjoy untying them." I position the strings exactly where I want them. "I was right."

  I rise and walk backward with my eyes fixed on the string on her right hip. I grin when the thumping melody of "Flesh" by Simon Curtis plays from my phone, the filthiest song I've ever heard.

  I choose the two sharpest hatchets from the bottom drawer of the nightstand, closing it with my foot. Yes, these will do just fine.

  Positioning myself at the edge of the bed with elbows on my knees, I face Ivy. Her eyes scan my body and land on the hatchets in my hands. Wrinkles form in her forehead.

  Don't fret, dear. I could shave the blonde fuzz on your garden path with these blades.

  I fix my stare on her and toss the hatchet in my right hand in the air, it spins, and I catch it by the handle.

  "Discussing our sex life with my brother behind my back? Not a good idea, my dear. Not at all."

  She closes her eyes and curls her shoulders inward.

  "Eyes on me." I growl with my fists clenched around the handles.

  She opens her eyes and concentrates on me.

  "You need to learn to keep certain topics private. Maybe this will help you remember."

  I grip the hatchet like a baseball bat.

  "Don't move."

  With a quick downward swinging motion, the hatchet soars through the air at the woman I love.

  Thunk!

  The blade pins one of the strings on her right hip to the wheel. Ivy stiffens and gulps. The knot comes undone, and half of her panties drift down her upper thigh. Her eyelids flutter.

  "Stay still." I lob the second hatchet at her left hip.

  Thunk!

  Excellent. The string on her left side pins to the wood behind her. The bow unravels, and the front of her panties drops between her legs. The back of her thong is pinned to the board. My view of her beautiful shaved pussy is now completely unobstructed.

  Her flushed face stares back at me. My cock twitches at the vision of my woman imprisoned in leather and lace, spread at my mercy. What deity could have been so bold as to fashion such a sacrosanct jezebel?

  I stand with my hands on my hips. "Have I made myself clear?"

  "Y-yes… Sir."

  "Good girl."

  Wide eyes watch me loosen my tie and drop my jacket down my arms. I unbutton my shirt and peel it back, tossing it on the bed.

  "Hallelujah." Her breathy voice praises my striptease.

  You want a show, sweetheart? With my hands behind my head, I swivel my hips and pop my groin to the beat. My abs crunch and my biceps flex.

  She holds her breath and her tits rise.

  Take it all in, baby.

  I saunter to her and hover my lips over hers. Her face angles up to reach my mouth. I yank a hatchet from the board and hold it up between us. The light flickers off the metal and prisms dance over her face and neck. I slip the edge of the hatchet under the thin band of her bra and slice the flimsy material with a quick twist. She gasps as her breasts bounce free. The fabric dangles from her shoulders.

  Fuck those titties. Someone kill me now.

  I step back and her gaze drops to my fingers on my pants. I yank my belt through the loops and fold it in half.

  Crack!

  She jolts at the snap of leather.

  She swallows, and her big eyes stay pinned to mine.

  I slide my pants and briefs over my ass to the floor. My dick pops out, flagpoling her direction.

  Stepping up to her, I press my hand over her mound and grip her.

  "Mine." I growl. "No one fucks this pussy but me." My dick presses against her hip.

  "Yes, S— Ahh!"

  Her voice catches as I force three fingers inside of her. She's nice and wet. My Ivy likes having the shit scared out of her. Brave little girl. I thrust my fingers in a few times then pull them out and raise them to my nose.

  "The most sublime perfume in the world." I hold my fingers to her lips. "Taste."

  She licks her juices from my fingers. Stunning.

  I hold up a silver chain in the shape of a Y. Her pupils darken as she takes in the Chinese nipple clamps in each of my hands and the onyx, oval weight hanging from
the chain connecting them. My girl also likes her nipples tortured. She sucks in a breath and holds it as I massage her nipples to rigid points. I carefully attach the clamps and release the weight slowly. She bites her lip as the chain pulls down, tightening the clamps. She grits her teeth but settles and relaxes with a deep breath. She's amazing.

  I trail my hands up the sides of her body, over her breasts, and lock hands with her above our heads. The tip of my cock presses against her clit, and my chest jostles the weight. She closes her eyes, and I drive my tongue into her mouth. I end the kiss and reach for the controls.

  "Ready?"

  She nods and I rotate the spinner clockwise. At 180 degrees, the weight tumbles down her stomach and hangs in the hollow of her neck. She grunts as the weight tugs at her nipples. I let the wheel complete one full rotation and the weight plops back down. She gasps, but she's okay. No pain on her face.

  "One more time."

  "Argh!"

  The next time her face spins up to mine, she's smiling like a drunken fool. My crazy girl loves it. I rotate her another 180 and stop the spinner when she's upside down. I drop to my knees in front of her. "Open."

  Her eyes are closed, but she drops her jaw for me. I slide my cock into her hot, waiting mouth.

  Heaven.

  With my hands on her thighs, I lean forward and kiss her sweet pussy. My tongue teases her clit in lazy circles. She moans around my cock. She can't move. She's completely mine to poke and taste as long as I like.

  Time to tease her with a toggle of the switch.

  Right-left-right-left.

  My tongue swipes her clit with each pass. My dick pops out of her mouth, and she cries out in frustration. The weight swings like an out-of-control metronome.

  Okay. She's had enough torture.

  I stop the wheel with her pussy in my face again. She's completely vertical. I line my cock up between her breasts and give it a good stroke.

  Fuckin shit.

  I fuck her tits and burrow my face into her mound to get more of her between my lips. Her legs tremble as my sucking and nibbling on her clit drives her crazy. I thrust my fingers in her juicy pussy. Her toes arch and her muscles tighten around my head.