Lone Survivor (Crescent City Kings Book 1)

by Anya Summers

  When they all trudged down the stairs, Angela headed into the kitchen. Ram laid the pack by the door and strode into the room just in time to witness Sadie hugging Angela. What was most startling was that his daughter hugged her back. Sadie said, “Maybe on Sunday morning for an hour or two, you can come with me to the hospital and I can give you that tour.”

  “That would be awesome. I would appreciate that so much, you have no idea.”

  Rocky did his fist-bump handshake with her and Sadie said, “Not bad. Next time, I’ll teach you how to burp the alphabet.”

  Ram’s doorbell rang and Angela said, “I’ll get it.”

  “Sweet. See you later.” Rocky rushed toward the front door, ready to go play Xbox games with his cousin. The kid was always in a hurry, even more so than his sister. As a baby, Ram and his mother had joked that his nickname should be Zoomer.

  At the sound of Gina’s voice in his foyer, Ram headed toward the front door. Angela and Rocky each gave him a hug. “Be good at your aunt’s house.”

  “They’ll be fine and will have fun,” Gina said, corralling them out the door.

  “Love you, Dad,” Rocky said.

  “Love you too. Try not to eat your aunt out of house and home,” Ram murmured and got a broad smile from Rocky.

  “I can’t make any promises.”

  “Love you, Dad,” Angela said, surprising him. It had been a while since he’d heard it from her.

  He walked them out to Gina’s Expedition and waved them off. Dusk had fallen. Crickets chirped. The slight breeze rustled the tree branches. Ram headed back inside. The sudden silence was deafening. When his kids weren’t there, he rarely ventured up to the second floor. His master suite was located on the first floor, past the kitchen, and going up was too painful a reminder of how far away they were.

  Ram went out onto the back patio, moving the logs in the fire pit so that the flames would die out. He ventured back inside through the sliding glass door, wondering where Sadie had gone, and found her at his kitchen sink, washing the dishes. She was totally lost in her own world. Didn’t hear him come in or shut the door behind him.

  She was so fucking beautiful in an understated, earthy way that left him wondering when he could get his hands on her next. Ram strode over and slipped his hands around her waist. He felt her startle against him.

  “Do you think that’s going to get you out of the spanking you’re getting?”

  “No. I just… wanted to help.” Pleasure speared him at the slight hitch in her voice.

  “Mmm.” He shut the water off. Grabbing her hands, he braced them against the counter. “Keep your hands here.”

  He drew her dress skirt up her thighs until the vee of her lace-covered mons was visible. The woman wore the sexiest damn panties. He slipped his hand beneath the lace, seeking her pearl. His fingers delved between her labia and found her wet.

  “So what was it you said? All the nurses in the ICU are a little in love with Luc? Are you?” He swirled his fingers around her clit as she rocked her hips, granting him further access. He pressed his erection against her bottom, loving the feel of her lush ass against his dick.

  He penetrated her sheath with two fingers, thrusting them inside her welcoming heat. Sadie gripped the counter. Her mewls echoed in the room.

  “I asked you a question, babe. I expect an answer. Are you a little in love with Luc?”

  He added a third finger, curling his fingers forward, ensuring he rubbed her G-spot. She undulated her hips.

  “Sir, please,” she moaned.

  To add to her torture, he undid the ties on the top of her dress, drawing it down and freeing her breasts. He cupped one of her tits, plucking and pinching the tip with his fingers.

  Pulling his hand from her pussy, he landed a hard swat against the sensitive flesh and nipped her earlobe.

  Sadie cried out and her hips bucked. Her head fell back against his chest, but she didn’t answer him. So he landed a second and third swat against her cunt.

  “Well?” he growled, rolling her nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

  “No, Sir. He’s like a brother to me,” she panted.

  He swatted her pussy two more times before sliding his hand back beneath her panties and plunging his fingers inside the taut clasp of her cunt. Sadie was stunning in her pleasure. Ram drew it out, making her writhe against his thrusting digits. Had there ever been a woman so perfectly made for the lifestyle? Sadie reveled in the discipline, in the pleasure, and held nothing back.

  “Come for me,” he ordered, thrusting his fingers deep as he plucked at her nipple.

  Sadie canted her hips and came apart for him, her orgasm spasming around his plunging fingers as she shook in his arms. When she sagged against him, he scooped her up and carried her into his bedroom, closing and locking the door behind them just in case his kids came home for anything.

  He laid her on the bed. Fuck, he had been dreaming about what she would look like in it. And lying there, she looked like she belonged. Like it was where she should be every night. Ram didn’t want to think about the implications of that train of thought.

  “I want you naked,” he said, pulling the dress off over her head. Then he drew her panties down, exposing her to his view. “Stay put. I’ll be right back.”

  He trod into his closest and grabbed a few items. She’d done so well with the flogger and paddle, it was time to take it up another notch. He walked back into the bedroom and found her sitting on the edge of his bed.

  “Going somewhere?”

  “No. I was just looking at your bedroom. You have a beautiful home, Ram.”

  Setting his treasures on the bed beside her, he cupped her chin. “That’s Master Ram in this room.”

  She rolled her eyes.

  He narrowed his. “You’re going to pay for that, babe. Now, lie on your back for me. I want you to hold your legs open with a hand beneath each knee.”

  Sadie gracefully complied, holding her legs wide open, giving him a perfect view of her pretty pussy. The labia glistened with cream from her orgasm.

  “Good girl. Now, no coming unless I permit it.”

  “But…” she sputtered.

  “Babe, I already let you have one. You will have the next when I say you can.” He leaned forward between her spread thighs, bent down, and took one of her perky, rouge nipples in his mouth. Her nipples were thick and long, and he was putting them in clamps. She should always be wearing them.

  He suckled at her breast, teasing the bud until she was writhing beneath him, her hands in his hair, holding him at her breast, and the nub was angry red and swollen from his attentions. Only then did he place the tweezer clamps on it, adjusting the tightness until it was held in place. Sadie arched her back and he felt his cock strain against his cargos.

  Ram moved to its twin and paid it homage until he could affix the other clamp. The clamps were connected by a silver chain in the shape of a Y. There was one more clip to affix. He tugged on the chain and got a garbled moan as a response.

  Then he drew back. Ripped his shirt off over his head. Dropped his pants and boxers down in one move, tossing the garments in the direction of the nearby chair.

  Ram knelt between her thighs, his mouth hovering over her pussy. He tugged on the chain and got her attention. “No coming. Understood?”

  She whimpered. “Yes, Sir.”

  And then he feasted on her cunt, lapping up the juices, flicking his tongue against her clit as she canted her hips up for more. He sucked and slurped on the nub, teasing it until it poked out from beneath the hood and Sadie was begging him to fuck her. All in good time.

  He slipped the last clamp around her engorged clit.

  “Please, Sir. Please,” she cried when he tugged on the chain.

  “Not yet.” He positioned her on her knees and put her wrists in his cuffs, then repositioned her at the foot of the bed against one of the four posts. He attached the cuffs together and slid the silver loop onto a hidden hook above their heads.
Then he slid a blindfold over her eyes.

  She whimpered.

  “Hush. I’ve got you. Now, I’m going to try the belt on you. Use your safeword if you need to. And no coming.”

  He got into position beside her on the bed and put his palm against her lower back, just above the ridge of her bottom. Then, with his right, he brought the leather belt down in a firm whack to her ass.

  She jerked beneath his hand and cried out. He knew that with her movement, the connected clamps would have pulled on all her sensitive spots. He gauged her response before bringing the belt down for another swat, and then another. Hard and fast. His dick seeped a little pre-cum at the red welts forming on her ass, and her ragged cries.

  He set about turning her bare bottom a blazing red. She never stopped him, just moaned and writhed against his palm. She was magnificent. At the next swat, she keened, “Please, Sir. Please let me come. I promise to be good.”

  Unable to wait any longer himself, he climbed onto the bed behind her. Positioning his body behind hers, he spread her thighs further apart and drew the head of his shaft through her swollen cunt lips.

  “Sir!” she wailed.

  He positioned his cock at her entrance, just pressing the tip inside. Her mewls increased. Gripping her hips in his hands, he said, “Come as often as you need to, babe.”

  He rolled his pelvis and plunged hilt-deep inside. Her head fell back against his shoulder and she screamed as she came, her pussy squeezing his cock in a series of fluttering spasms. He didn’t wait for her climax to finish; his own need was at the brink. He shuttled his member into her gripping heat, pumping his hips and plunging deep.

  Ram wasn’t gentle in the slightest. He was showing her with his body his possessive nature. That when he was with a sub, no matter the circumstance, she belonged to him. Driving out thoughts of anyone but him, Sadie’s cries of pleasure filled his bedroom with slaps of flesh as he pounded her sweet cunt, his ardor rising.

  One of his hands slid up her slim torso to her breast, massaging the mound. On the next thrust, he removed the clamp and was rewarded with her garbled moan and the quaking of her pussy around his pumping shaft. He rubbed the abused mound, riding her body hard. By god, he needed this, needed to prove that this was where she belonged. And no one was more surprised than Ram by the thought.

  But it was too late now. They had blown past this being a simple situation well before tonight. This was just cementing the fact that there was more to it than two people getting their rocks off.

  He moved his other hand up to her other breast and performed the same move. He slammed home, the head of his dick hitting the lip of her womb, and removed the clamp from her nipple.

  “Ram,” she keened, lost in the oblivion of her pleasure. Holding onto her tits, he pumped his shaft. Lightning arced along his spine. He pushed both their bodies right to the edge. Moments before he let go, his hand slid down over her belly between her thighs and removed the clamp on her clit just as he rammed his cock inside her to the hilt. Her climax set off his own.

  “Fuck, yeah, babe. I’m coming. Fuuuck!” Ram roared and decimated her cunt with his pounding digs, shooting his load inside her in hot, streaming jets.

  He turned her head back and covered her mouth with his, pouring emotions he couldn’t voice into his kiss. Sadie sagged against him, tangling her tongue with his in a torrid exchange until they were both breathless.

  Then Ram unhooked the cuffs from his bed and removed the blindfold. She sagged against him, utterly spent. A swelling of pride and possessiveness filled his chest. Mine, the Dom in him declared. This had not been in his plans. She had not been in his plans. With the utmost care, he shifted her body on the bed, laying her down under the covers. Then he joined her, pulling her into his arms, sated and at peace.

  Holding Sadie, feeling her breath against his chest as she slept the sleep of the well satiated, made the Dom in him want to claim every part of her: body, mind, and spirit. Ram wanted to collar her before the whole club as his submissive, and have her sleep here, where she belonged, with him every night.

  Before he left for Dallas, they were going to have to talk. Because this was so much more than a simple arrangement, and him training her to be a sub. Deep down, he realized she fit him, in every way that mattered. And he was loath to ever let her go.

  The sound of her steady breathing lulled him into a dreamless sleep.

  Chapter 21

  On Saturday, after Ram dropped Sadie off at home, she soaked in a long bath with some Epsom salts to ease the ache in her bottom. They had scheduled Tuesday afternoon for her to give Angela a tour of the hospital. They couldn’t do Sunday. Ram had plans for his kids with their grandparents. Sadie didn’t want to interfere. It was his family.

  While he might have introduced her to his children and had her spend time with them, he’d held back from taking it a step further. His sister had been at his house last night while she was in the other room, and he’d not made an introduction. Sadie had considered interjecting herself but she figured that if Ram wanted to introduce her to his sister, he would have.

  Sadie spent the bulk of her weekend at the hospital with Grace. The little girl was really coming around, smiling all the time when Sadie was there. Granted, she still wasn’t talking. But they would take it one step at a time. She would talk when she was ready, and not a minute before. In her free time, Sadie had been researching trauma in toddlers online.

  And then there was Ram. More than once, she’d heard the chime on her cell phone and received text messages from him saying things like: What are you wearing? Send me a picture of your tits. And, late at night, I want you to stroke your pussy for me. They’d even had a very hot, phone-sex Skyping session last night which she got goosebumps just thinking about. The man was a horndog. Then again, all men were, in effect.

  On Monday, Sadie woke up early, her belly fluttering in excitement at the prospect of another session with Ram. She rose early enough to take a shower and shave her legs, and took a little extra time moisturizing her body so that it would be velvety smooth for his rough, calloused hands. Just thinking about them on her body made her wet.

  Sadie was hoping that they would have a chance to talk, because she wanted more. She didn’t want this thing between them to end. It did mean she would have to tell him about Grace. And, once she got back to working, it would take some adjustments on both their parts. But she believed they could make it work.

  She wanted it to work.

  Because Marsha was right. Sadie was falling for him. She knew it was fast, and admittedly, it freaked her out a bit. He was like a drug in her system, one she craved more and more, like she was an addict.

  She tried reasoning with herself, thinking logically about the swiftness with which their relationship had progressed. She even tried imagining what Henry would have to say about her new relationship.

  While the last few months of their marriage had been rocky and not the best, Sadie had loved Henry. It had been a different dynamic but her feelings for Ram didn’t diminish the time she’d had with her husband.

  But she imagined Henry would have approved of Ram. Her parents, too.

  She checked the clock above the mantel. Nine forty-five. Ram was late. But he was never late. He was unerringly punctual.

  She texted him.

  Sadie: Ram, are you on your way?

  She waited, staring at her phone. If he was driving, he wouldn’t text until he was at a stop light, or he would call her. The minutes ticked by. She paced and looked out the window, watching the clock. She texted him again.

  Sadie: Okay, now I’m starting to get worried. Are you okay? Were you in an accident? I don’t care that you forgot about me, just let me know that you’re all right.

  Sadie could feel her anxiety roiling through her like a storm at sea, with massive waves that pitched and dropped. As she paced and received no return text or call, her anxiety turned into anger.

  How could he do this to her? Wouldn’t he reali
ze where her mind would go? Or that she would end up fighting off an episode? It was the first one to come creeping in since their relationship began, and she found herself crouched against the wall in her kitchen, shivering.

  The only thing that kept it from becoming a full-blown attack was her using the memories of their times together, recalling what it had felt like to be belted and flogged. Sadie wasn’t sure why the lifestyle was what kept the darkness, the madness within, at bay. Yet it did.

  By the time she felt steady enough to stand, it was almost noon, and there was still no sign of Ram. She went into the bathroom and took a look in the mirror. Her eyes were hollow and glassy with fear. In her fear, a few tears had escaped, smudging her mascara.

  This was what happened when she wore makeup.

  Disgusted with herself, with Ram, with her whole blasted morning, Sadie washed her face, removing all traces of makeup. That was fine. She needed to go see Grace and not worry about Ram.

  Before she left, she texted him a parting shot.

  Sadie: Appreciate being stood up this morning. If you could please let me know that you are alive and weren’t in a horrific car crash, I would appreciate it… Asshole.

  Later that afternoon, Sadie was sitting with Grace while she napped. The doctors were happy with her prognosis and recovery. With any luck, her injuries wouldn’t cause any permanent or lasting damage.

  Sadie’s phone rang and she jumped to answer it, wondering if it was Ram and, for the hundredth time, telling herself that it didn’t matter. It shouldn’t matter. They’d just had an arrangement, and he’d proved where she stood on the scale of importance in his life. She was good enough to flog and fuck, but good for little else.

  She didn’t recognize the number, but she answered anyway. “Hello.”

  “Ah, kitten, I’m glad I caught you. It’s Quinten, with the club. I just wanted to let you know that your application was approved.” His voice was sinfully dark.

  The club wanted her. That was something at least. “Oh… that’s great.”

  “Something wrong?”