The Effing List

by Cherise Sinclair

  “Knowing that bunch, you’ve had a nice start on me as far as alcohol consumption.”

  “Not by much.” She wrinkled her nose. “Not compared to the others.” Because they had drivers.

  When he reached behind her to untie the sundress laces, every remaining drop of alcohol in her system started to bubble in delight.

  “So, your judgment isn’t impaired. Excellent.” He tugged the top down, exposing her breasts. “Because…you did walk out on me in the middle of an argument.”

  Well, he had a point. “It is why I apologized.”

  “I’ve always found it best to deal with a submissive’s guilty feelings immediately.” The glint in his green eyes sent anxious arousal rocketing through her.

  She edged away from him by an inch. “I’m not feeling all that guilty.”

  “Then consider this a prelude to makeup sex.” His fingers tangled in her hair as he took her mouth in a hard, wet kiss.

  Her bones started to dissolve—which was surely the only reason he was able to yank her stomach-down over his lap. “I do love these sundresses you like to wear,” he murmured and flipped up the skirt.

  His hand came down on her ass with a hard slap.

  * * *

  Some time later, Ghost was lying on the two-person-sized inflatable lounge that floated in the pool.

  Kneeling between his legs, Valerie had her hot, wet mouth wrapped around his dick. She had an extremely clever tongue, an abundance of enthusiasm, and he was going to lose control all too soon.

  The sight of his beautiful submissive on her knees was more erotic than anything on a porn channel.

  “Stop, before you send me over.” Gripping her long hair, he gave a tug. “I’d rather be inside you.”

  Her tongue swirled around him one last time before she lifted her head.

  The cool evening air swirled around his wet cock.

  She braced her hands on his thighs, her breasts wobbling delightfully. Her lips were puffy from his kisses—and an excellent blowjob. Her makeup was streaked from the tears she’d shed during her spanking and the trip into the pool.

  She was gorgeous.

  “Are you sure, Colonel?” Her eyebrows lifted. “I’d hate to be sent to the guardhouse for slacking off on my duty.”

  In the past, he’d noticed how, each time she climaxed, her voice grew huskier. Which meant, right now, she sounded sexy as hell.

  Smothering a smile, he gave her a stern look. “I’ll have no slackers on my watch, so you may soldier on…once you climb on top of me.”

  “Yes, Sir.” Her enthusiastic response made him grin.

  Light from the solar lamps around the pool glowed on her damp skin. The only sounds came from the frogs and crickets, the melodic splashing of the stream, and the lap of water against the float.

  The lounge rocked in the water as she carefully crawled up to straddle his hips—and his cock strained upward in search of its target.

  She stopped.

  “Put me inside you,” he said softly. “Then stay still or there will be consequences.”

  To clarify, he squeezed her undoubtedly sore bottom and enjoyed the sharp inhalation of pain. Although she always got off on being spanked, he’d done a very thorough job of it today.

  In fact, when he’d finished, her skin had been so hot he’d tossed her into the pool. Her scream had warmed the cockles of his sadistic heart.

  And the names she’d called him had earned her having to suck him off.

  Now, once she’d settled her knees on each side of his hips, she gripped his shaft and lowered herself onto him.

  Her cunt was as hot and wet as her mouth, and damn, he wanted to thrust.

  Not yet.

  Watching him carefully, she stayed perfectly immobile on her knees.

  “Very nice, pet. Lace your hands behind your lower back.” Ah, he really did love making her vulnerable to him.

  When her arms were out of his way, he cupped her breasts, squeezed—and enjoyed the way she clenched around his dick.

  * * *

  Valerie could feel herself shiver as Ghost teased and tortured her breasts until the painfully erotic sensations were zipping southward, straight to her pussy.

  Don’t move. Because her ass still burned from the spanking.

  Oh, but she wanted to start lifting, moving up and down. He felt simply amazing inside of her, stretching her, filling her.

  Taking his time, he played with her breasts until she couldn’t help wiggling on top of him.

  “No moving, lass.” As if he’d been waiting, he rolled her nipples between his fingers, tightening painfully until her toes curled with the heady sensations.

  Despite coming so many times already, the full feeling of his cock inside her and his rough fingers on her breasts created a slow throb of need.

  “Ghost,” she whispered and could hear the plea in her voice.

  “Do you, perhaps, want my fingers somewhere else?” His face was in the shadows, but she could hear the laughter in his words.

  Reaching a hand down, he slickened his fingers in the wetness beside his erection and slid right over her clit.

  “Ah!” At the burst of exquisite pleasure, she jumped.

  With a tsking sound, he pinched her nipple in reprimand.

  She couldn’t stop squirming as too many sensations assailed her. His thick cock inside her, the pain from her breast, and his clever fingers that still rubbed her clit on one side, then the other.

  The ball of nerves felt as if it had swollen to an aching, sensitive tightness.

  “Let’s see how obedient you can be, my professor,” he said softly. “Hands on my shoulders—so we don’t end up in the drink.”

  The float bobbed as she moved. Thank goodness it was so wide. Carefully, she leaned forward and braced herself on his shoulders.

  “Now let my hands guide the up and down.” He moved his hand from her breast to squeeze one well-spanked ass cheek.

  Ow, ow, ow.

  His fingers over her clit pressed harder. “Up, please.”

  She lifted her hips, and the slow slide of him leaving her body felt sooo good.

  His hand on her bottom tightened and brought her down, filling her with his thick shaft. He did it again, pressing on her clit to make her lift, squeezing her butt to make her drop down onto his cock again. “There you go; that’s the idea.”

  Caught between a hand on her clit for pleasure and one on her ass for pain, she was kept rocking on and off his shaft.

  Slowly. Too slowly.

  Trying to speed up earned her a hard swat to her ass, and two hands gripping her sore ass cheeks, forcing her to move the way he wanted.

  Pain was a hot liquid swirling through her lower half, bringing every nerve to a bubbling need.

  “Please,” she whispered. “Please, faster, please.”

  In the darkness, she saw the white flash of his teeth. “All right, pet. You’ve been good, so take the rest at your own pace.”

  Gods, yes. She gripped his shoulders for leverage and started slamming down on him, harder, faster, and oh, she loved when he put his fingers back on her clit, stroking and sliding until everything thrummed inside her. Until she was gathered on the razor’s edge of need.

  Every muscle strained to the quivering stage—and he slapped her ass even as he pinched her clit and sent her over the edge.

  Great shuddering contractions of pleasure blasted through her and exploded again with his next swat on her bottom.

  And he gripped her nape and her ass, holding her tightly against him, his shaft jerking inside her as he took his own pleasure.

  Panting, she pressed her face against his neck, breathing in the lingering scent of his aftershave. Her heart was still slamming against her ribs as her muscles went limp, leaving her sprawled over him.

  “The other submissives were right,” she murmured, “makeup sex is amazing.”

  And the Colonel really was a sadist.

  When he wrapped his arms around her and b
urst out laughing, contentment filled her. There was nowhere in the world she’d rather be than right here with him.

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Making the rounds of the Shadowlands, Ghost was damned pleased at the change in the atmosphere.

  Having better music helped. After requesting input from the members, he’d created new playlists, starting with dance-friendly, moving to aggressively rhythmic scene music, and ending with sensual tunes for quieter scenes and socializing. Tonight, however, he’d added interludes from Star Trek movies and the TV series.

  To counteract Wrecker’s over-macho bullshit, Ghost had chosen a nerdy theme—a Federation Starfleet Celebration.

  Star Trek done kink-style.

  “Port windows” on the walls overlooked a black, star-filled galaxy. Scene areas resembled different areas of the Enterprise.

  Ghost entered the back hallway. On the right, he saw Dr. McCoy’s medical clinic was extremely popular.

  To his left, what used to be the office room was now the Situation Room. A young man dressed as Data was bound to a chair.

  As two men in fleet uniforms entered the hallway, they nodded at Ghost. The Dom had a chief medical officer insignia. His boy wore Captain’s rank.

  Ghost’s eyebrows lifted. “You’re keeping the captain under your thumb, Doctor?”

  The Dom laughed. “Ever since I was a kid, I wanted McCoy and Kirk together…with Bones in charge.”

  The very submissive Kirk dropped his gaze under his Master’s slow smile.

  Ghost grinned at the Dom. “In that case, beat on Captain Kirk for me, will you? If I’d pulled some of the crap Kirk did, the military would’ve booted my ass out.”

  “Colonel, it’ll be my pleasure.” Chortling, McCoy led the poor captain away.

  After finishing his walk, Ghost swung by the bar and stopped beside Z. “Admiral.”

  “Captain. Excellent theme night.” Z tapped a finger on his chest and gave Ghost a narrow-eyed look…because his black uniform jacket held an overwhelming fruit salad of military medals and ribbons. The brightest ones Ghost could find in the costume store.

  “It actually wasn’t my idea. Sally, Josie, and Holt wanted a sci-fi night and bribed me by saying they’d do most of the decorating.”

  “They did a fantastic job.” Cullen was dressed as Q, complete with black headgear and a fulsome red robe. “You’re going to get requests from the Star Wars fans, next.” He set a cobalt-blue drink in front of Ghost.

  “What the hell is this?”

  “Buddy, don’t you recognize Romulan ale? Sure, it’s outlawed in the Federation, but hey, so is half of what we do here.” Cullen grinned. “Josie and I researched recipes. It’s blue curacao, vodka, seltzer, and a squeeze of lemon.”

  Ghost tried a sip. “It’s damned good.”

  He spotted Saxon approaching. Saxon’s blond hair had disappeared under an odd cap. The bandana around his neck, leather bomber jacket, and red raggedy shirt didn’t come across as futuristic at all.

  “Who is he supposed to be?” Cullen asked.

  “Ah, he’s Zefram Cochrane who invented the warp drive in 2063,” Josie called as she leaned past Cullen to grab a bottle of gin.

  Although not Black, she was dressed as Guinan, the bartender on the Enterprise, wearing dangling earrings, a long, elaborate mahogany dress. Her distinctive Guinan-hat looked like a beret turned into a flat-topped, flying-saucer. She wasn’t Whoopi Goldberg, but she’d caught the style.

  “Right, I knew that,” Cullen muttered.

  Z’s eyebrows went up. “I believe Cochrane caught a feline in his spacecraft.”

  Stepping up to the bar, Saxon had his hand wrapped around a young woman’s nape. She wore cat ears, painted-on whiskers, a fuzzy shirt, and a long tail.

  And if a cat could cringe, this one was.

  Ghost nodded at Saxon and asked, “Does your kitten have a name?”

  Realizing she had Ghost’s attention, the young woman hunched even lower.

  “Spot, of course,” Saxon said.

  Ghost had to wonder how many Spots—Data’s famous cat—were running amok in the area he’d sectioned off for pet play.

  “Did…Spot…misbehave? Your feline doesn’t appear to be happy,” Z commented.

  Recognizing Z, the kitten let out a dismayed squeak.

  “I told her to meow at a Dom in the pet play area, and she chickened out. Her punishment is to work for an hour.” Smiling evilly, Saxon called, “Got room for another barmaid, Josie?”

  Josie was pulling a beer at the other end. She eyed Saxon and the kitten in his grip and half grinned. “Let Q decide where she’ll work. He’s in charge of the waitstaff tonight.”

  Cullen’s laugh rang out. “Okay, Spot. You work the section from the very front to the back wall, but only on this side of the bar. If a conversation is intense, don’t interrupt, simply pause for a few seconds in case they want you.”

  She nodded and almost whispered, “Take orders, pick up empties, and clean up?”

  “No, tiny cat.” Saxon handed her a pad and pencil and frilly apron. “Since there’s more than one of you working there, you are only taking orders. Now get to work.”

  She fled.

  Chuckling, Saxon told Cullen, “She and her friend joined the club, but she’s too shy to meet anyone. If given the option, she’d spend the entire hour cleaning—and not talk to anyone.”

  “We can always use more volunteer waitstaff,” Cullen said.

  “Great,” Saxon said. Then, if Spot doesn’t panic, can you…suggest…she sign up for more volunteer hours?”

  “Be my pleasure, buddy.”

  “Nicely done,” Z said to Saxon.

  “Part of the job,” Saxon said, heading away.

  Ghost exchanged pleased glances with Z. Master Saxon had impressive skills and power, and he’d always helped with dungeon monitoring and teaching. Now, he’d upped his game to protecting the entire community, especially the submissives.

  Excellent.

  In a secluded nook out in the Capture Gardens—or what had been designated, the “Pleasure Planet”, Olivia nuzzled her submissive, then bent to give her another long kiss. Soft lips, warm body, big heart. “I love you, girl.”

  Natalia wrapped her arms around Olivia’s neck as she kissed her answer.

  It was a few more minutes before Olivia was ready to move again. “Come, love, it’s time to get back inside.”

  “Yes, ma’am.”

  The night was beautiful, the moon edging toward full. Scattered clouds sent shadows dancing across the grass. The fountain’s melodic splashes blended with the faint music from the club.

  “Did I mention you are rocking my Star Trek world?” Olivia murmured. “Ever since I hit puberty, I’ve wanted to fuck Deanna Troi.”

  Natalia burst out laughing. “That sounds so wrong.”

  As Olivia helped her submissive back into the form-fitting long dress, she fondled the sweet breasts, still swollen and red, first from the lash, then from Olivia’s mouth.

  Olivia tugged at the pretty nipples and smiled at Natalia’s squeaks.

  What a brilliant night it had been. Especially the role-playing.

  “Deanna Troi, I’m quite pleased you transferred to my ship.” Olivia pulled on her black pants. “I do hope you noticed my command is much more…hands-on than your former captain’s. I’m also far stricter than Captain Picard.”

  “No kidding.” Natalia’s giggle held an adorable post-sex huskiness. “Mistress…Um, Captain Janeway, I promise to behave…um, obey all your orders.”

  As if to emphasize her willingness, she helped Olivia don her turtleneck and then the red and black uniform top. “There. All dressed, Captain.”

  Olivia shook her head and finger-combed her hair straight back. Janeway had no sense of style.

  At least she wasn’t stuck with a Deanna Troi look.

  Puffing up her hair in front, Natalia re-settled her jeweled hairband and fluffed out the long waves in back. “You
know, I always wondered if Janeway wasn’t into girls.”

  “Janeway is totally into girls.” Olivia pulled Natalia against her, curling her hands under the cute round ass. “Especially this one. Only this one.”

  Natalia’s eyes filled with tears.

  Olivia felt her world slow.

  Because this was the right time. In the soft moonlight, outside of the club where they’d met, played, and fallen in love. Where their friends had helped them make up.

  A breath brought her the scent of Natalia’s sweet spicy perfume—and she found some much-needed courage. Stepping back, she went down on one knee. With one hand, she pulled the box from her pocket and took Natalia’s hand with the other.

  “I love you, Natalia Rosales. Those months without you were bloody awful. It felt as if I was living in a desert. But now, I know past any doubt, you’re the one I want to share my life with. I can’t promise you our life will always be roses, but I can promise no one will work harder than I will to make you happy.”

  The hand in hers was trembling. Joy dawned in Natalia’s big brown eyes.

  “Love, when I look into the future, I see us working together, raising children, growing old until there we are, in rocking chairs, with grandkids playing around us.” She managed to pull in a breath and then another one. “Natalia, will you live with me, grow old with me… Marry me?”

  She opened the box and showed the ring. Held it out silently.

  Natalia wasn’t the kind to play games, to draw out suspense. Sobbing, she dropped to her knees and latched on with both arms so she could bury her head in Olivia’s neck.

  And the muffled words made Olivia’s world explode in happiness.

  “Yes, yes, yes.”

  Having dressed at her apartment to keep Ghost from seeing her in costume—although he’d bought her dress—Valerie parked her car in the parking lot. Stepping out, she studied the Shadowlands.

  It remained an oversized stone mansion with glowing black-iron sconces. How disappointing.

  “Valerie, don’t tell me you’re still worried about walking in alone?” Linda was approaching from a few cars away.