by Linzi Basset
“Yeah, well, I’m out to rescue my heart,” she lilted a short while later as she cranked the engine of the battered Volkswagen Beetle and pulled away. She giggled as she noticed the SUV turn onto the street behind her. What a sight it must be. A glamorously dressed woman in a bright yellow rust bucket followed by two burly bodyguards in a big black armored car!
“Good lord, I feel like I’m playing a role in a rendition of a modern Cinderella tale!”
She refused to consider what Jack’s reaction would be if the guards informed him that she’d driven off in her own car without telling them. Worse, not with them, under their protection. It hadn’t been an option. It would’ve taken away the impulsiveness to give in to Joanne’s suggestion or the excitement that pulled her stomach into a knot the closer she got to the Precision Secure building.
By the time she walked into the reception office of Jack’s PA, Terry, it felt like her body had turned into a cocoon filled with hundreds of butterflies.
“He’s waiting for you,” Terry said with a wink which caused Jordan’s steps to falter.
Goddamned bodyguards! Of course they already tattled on her!
With a determined tilt of her chin, she squared her shoulders and stepped into his office.
“Close and lock the door, Jordan.”
Her eyes swung to the large desk in front of the windows. Her breathing turned shallow as their eyes caught. She struggled to curb the excitement his closeness elicited inside her. It coiled like a snake in her stomach, eager to escape the restrictive lair and come out to play. He exuded confidence and power, completely commanding the space in the room, even slumped back in his chair with his long legs stretched out as he was. He ran a thorough look up and down her body.
“Do as you’re told, sub.”
The click of the lock turning sounded ominous to Jordan’s ears but she didn’t lower her eyes from his. He dragged his lazy gaze down her body once more. Her skin tingled in the wake of every inch his onyx-glazed eyes touched.
“Did you come here to seduce me, Jordan?” His gaze was drawn to her full, plump lips as her tongue did a sensual foray over their glossy pink surface.
“Hmmf, as if I’d be interested after last night,” she said under her breath.
“What is that? Speak up, my pet. You know how I feel about mumbling.”
Jack felt his cock twitch pleasantly in his pants as he trailed his eyes over her curves in the tight, little, black dress yet again. She looked seductive with a sultriness that exuded from every inch of her skin. The rosy tinge to her cheeks caused his tumescence to rise rapidly. She was a plethora of contradictions: sexy, hot, seductive, and yet, innocent and vulnerable at the same time. She had looked so peaceful earlier that he didn’t want to wake her and had decided to leave his confession until he got home later. It seemed his trial sub had other ideas. His interest was piqued by her defiant stare.
Jordan swallowed as he rose and stalked closer. The way he watched her was reminiscent of a tiger on the prowl, looking for its prey, but it also held a magic allure which she had no defense against.
Oh, fuckity fuck, I feel like a tiny morsel about to be devoured, she quietly bemoaned her own fate as her eyes clashed with his.
His hands grazed over her hips as he slowly walked around her. Jordan trembled too much to move. It was inconceivable that he still had the ability to strike her body lame by no more than a brush of his hand.
“What did I tell you about leaving the house, Jordan?” The question rasped next to her ear as he slowly dragged a finger over her skin. Jordan’s eyes fell closed. Her frame shuddered under the feathery touch which made her wild for more as the heat inside her loins ignited, turning into a burning ache of desire.
“That I have to … ehmmm,” she moaned as he nibbled along the length of her shoulder. “Bodyguards,” she puffed breathlessly.
“What about them?” Jack’s voice deepened as he palmed the rounded curve of her breasts.
“I … mmm, with them. I have to leave the house with them,” she managed in a wheezy voice.
“Hm, and yet you once again chose to ignore my instructions. Not very clever of you, Jordan, don’t you agree?”
Jordan stumbled as suddenly the warmth of his body was gone. She blinked like a comatose patient waking up suddenly. He was watching her with the predatory eyes of a hawk from his usual slumped position in the chair.
“Come here, Jordan.”
Like hell I will. I’m not that stupid!
Of course, her foolish inner submissive obeyed without thought, and before she could order her limbs to remain parked right where they were, she stood next to him. A quiver shimmied through her when his eyes darkened with a satisfied glimmer in their depths.
“Face down, over my lap,” he ordered in the same deep voice.
“Why? I didn’t—”
“I’m not going to repeat myself, Jordan.”
Again, her body blindly obeyed him. She yelped and spread her hands on the carpet to keep from toppling over when he pushed her forward on his lap. A big hand settled on the small of her back and the other pushed the dress over her hips to bare her buttocks.
“Jack, what are you … you can’t—”
“I can’t? Well, I guess that’s a matter of opinion, wouldn’t you say?” His big palm covered the roundness of her cheeks. She shrieked when he squeezed hard, watching as a cushiony shape formed in his fist. “I ask again. What are you doing here, Jordan?”
Oh, no! Not again. Jordan was mortified and surprised at the tremor of lust that shot to her loins from the painful pressure on her ass.
Crack!
“Ooww!” Jordan cried out as heat sizzled to her loins from the hard slap on her buttocks.
“I’m waiting.”
“We need to talk and if you hadn’t run off while I was asleep … owww!” She screamed as another crack sounded through the room. “It’s true! You know we need to talk about what happened last night,” she quickly defended herself while trying her best to protect her ass with her hand.
“Indeed, we do … and we will.”
“Good. I’m glad we’re in agreement, then,” Jordan puffed out a relieved sigh, which was short lived as he chuckled and slapped her hand away.
“After.”
Jordan twisted to look at him over her shoulder. Her expression wary. “After what?”
“After you apologize for making me worry about your safety and not listening to my instructions.”
“But I—” Jordan’s protest ended in another scream as Jack’s palm connected with meaning this time.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
“You do know I didn’t give you this specific instruction just to make your life difficult, correct?” He rubbed the roundness of her cheeks, causing the heated ripples resulting from the slaps to arrow straight into her genitalia, setting them aflame.
“I’m glad you agree,” he said at her whispered, “Yes.”
He trailed a supinate finger between the crevice of her cheeks to end in a soft brush over the piece of lace covering her pussy.
“Oooohmm!” Jordan couldn’t contain the throaty moan as her clitoris began to tingle in anticipation of the next slap.
Back up there! What? You want him to spank you! Jesus, Jordan—
Crack! Crack! Crack!
“Owwww! Fucking hell! Jack, that hurts!” she howled as she felt the first signs of tears burning behind her eyelids.
Jack loved how her skin bloomed red beneath his hand. Unable to resist, he caressed the curve of her buttocks, so beautifully bared apart from a sexy black lace thong. Heat from his attentions emanated from her skin. He’d noticed from the first time he’d attended to one of her punishments that her body reacted to painful stimulation—if given moderately with a little added eroticism mixed to the spice.
Jordan had been flogged and paddled but it was the first time she experienced spanking with a naked hand. It blew her circuits out of the park and she floundered wildly to keep in co
ntrol of her senses. Each smack caused a thrilling vibration to resonate through her muscles while shocking every one of her nerve endings with the undeniable effect of invigorating her lust, leaving her yearning to see where he would lead her.
Jack brushed his finger underneath the thong to find her pussy moist and pulsing around his finger.
“Hmm, so hot and wet, love.”
Crack. Crack. Crack.
“Ahhh! Hell and damnation,” she wailed but at the same time became lost in a vortex of eroticism as a shudder surged and rippled through her loins with each slap. The next impact left her gasping as blazing heat pierced her loins and turned into swirls of arousal.
“Please! Jack, I … please,” she begged blindly clawing at the carpet and curling her legs around the chair as he continued with a sensual, circular rubbing of her cheeks with one hand while he tapped her clitoris with a wayward finger.
“Please what, love?”
Crack! Crack! Crack!
“Nooo! Oh, fuck! Come, Jack, please! I have to come,” she begged in a shrill voice.
“Spread your legs,” he rasped. She obeyed and gasped as he tore off the thong. His large hand brushed across her labia.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
“Ooowwwhmm!” Jordan twitched on his lap as each strike pricked the bundle of over-sensitized nerves. “Ple-ase,” she pleaded as she writhed on his lap in a desperate attempt to keep from climaxing.
“You may come, Jordan …” He hesitated. “Now.”
His voice was drowned by her screams as his hand connected with quick, hard slaps and accurate precision on her pussy, over and over. She was swept into a whirlwind of pleasure and climaxes, as her loins erupted under his ministrations. Jack continued to feed her climax by rhythmically pumping two fingers in and out of her pussy while slapping her clit with his other hand.
“Please stop,” she begged, crying and thrashing in the ruthless grasp of multiple climaxes.
“I’m waiting.”
Jordan twitched and jagged, desperately gasping for breath. “I’m sorry. Please! I shouldn’t have left the house without them. I’m sorry, Jack!”
“That’s better.”
Jack dragged her upright. He dried the tears from her cheek before he cuddled her against his chest, gently soothing her shuddering frame with soft words of praise and gentle hands rubbing her stinging behind. He waited until she was relaxed and breathing normally before he tilted back her chin to subject her to his intense scrutiny.
“Don’t ever disregard an instruction I give you where your health and safety are concerned, Jordan. I will not allow it, nor will I ever let it go unpunished. Is that clear?”
“Yes, but Jack, I knew they would follow …” She swallowed her protest at the glacial look that flooded his eyes. “I’m sorry. You’re right. I shouldn’t have been so irresponsible.”
“Very well. It’s done and I will not address the matter again. Now, as far as last night is concerned.”
Jordan’s back went ramrod straight and if Jack’s arm wasn’t around her, she would have fallen off his lap. Her eyes flickered but she bit her lip to keep quiet.
“You need to learn to listen sometimes, my darling. You jump to conclusions too quickly and then your mouth runs away with you ahead of time.” Again, her mother’s advice was the invisible thread that kept her lips pressed together.
“I wasn’t with another woman last night, and no, I definitely didn’t have sex with one either,” he said when she dragged in a deep breath. His eyes narrowed when she fisted her hands together and her lips pulled into a delightful pout.
“You really are cute when you’re jealous,” he chuckled.
“I’m not … ugh!” She snapped her mouth shut and seared him with an irritated glare for managing to get past her defenses.
“I can’t give you the details, Jordan. You know I’m involved in covert ops at times and this was one of them.”
“Are you saying you’re in an operation where you have to … to … fuck a woman?” she ended in an indignant puff.
Jack had difficulty keeping his grin at bay. The way her eyes flashed and her cheeks darkened with anger, defied her denial of jealousy. He didn’t even bother to lie to himself. He loved that she showed her possessiveness so openly. He frowned at the thought. When had that happened? He wasn’t the jealous type. In fact, he loved to share his subs in a threesome and he had every intention of doing just that with her, so why did it please him so much that she was jealous?
Because you’ve fallen for her, Jack-me-matey. Hook, line, and sinker.
Jack didn’t flinch at the thought in his mind, he pushed it aside to contemplate over when he was alone. It didn’t slip his attention that he wasn’t as shaken by the thought as he would have thought he’d be.
“No, love, it’s not my op. I was merely the conduit to get another agent on the inside. It was a once off occurrence to help him out. I’m sorry for my insensitivity last night, but when I came home and saw these pouty lips of yours …” kiss “… I forgot where my fingers …” kiss “… had been earlier.”
Jordan pushed him away and jumped off his lap, notwithstanding the fact that her lips tingled from the short, yet passionate kisses.
“I do not need to be reminded just where your fingers have been, Jack Blackmore,” she huffed and trotted to the door. Her buttocks zinged pleasantly as the material of the tight dress grazed over her still sensitive skin. She glanced at him over her shoulder as she left and purred, “I’ll be waiting at home for you to show me where they will be from now on … my Master.”
Jack couldn’t believe how it shook him to hear those words fall from her lips—my Master. His mouth curved upward in a pleased smile―one that remained in place for the rest of the day.
Chapter Fifteen
“For heaven’s sake, Jack. Wipe that silly grin off your face. I get indigestion just looking at you,” Max taunted as he sat down next to him in the boardroom.
“Yeah, what’s with the dimples today, pup?” Keon asked as he chomped on a chocolate chip cookie.
“Jesus, get off my back, will you?” Jack muttered and grabbed a handful of cookies to keep his mouth busy and his friends’ attention off him. “You’d swear I was a grouch the way the two of you carry on.”
“Such vehemence, mate. You have me quivering in my boots … hey! Watch the hair.” Max laughed as he ducked to avoid the fist Jack swung at his head.
Ethan and Bruce arrived together with Rhone following behind.
“I don’t have a lot of time, Rhone. I’ve got an operation scheduled I still need to prep for,” Ethan said as he fetched a cup of coffee before he sat down.
“This won’t take long. I just wanted to get everyone up to speed on where we are with the Bratva.” Rhone sat down. “Richard, let’s start.”
Richard flicked on the wall mounted screen. “Right, first of all, as mentioned before, I’ve set up a fixed GeoEye monitor system on the house the Russians are renting and we’re running around the clock live feed on it. This morning, I managed to hack into the tracking chips of the three rental vehicles they use, so we have a fairly good idea of where they are at most times.”
“They are planning something, though,” Max interjected. “Yesterday, they bought a black delivery van from a second-hand dealer and paid cash for it.”
“Hm, yes, that does raise a red flag.” Rhone tapped his fingers on the table. “There’s nothing further from Alex either. If they were the ones who stole that server, they’re obviously lying low until everything settles down before making their next move.”
“Which they’re getting ready to make, I’d say, seeing as they got the van,” Lance speculated.
“Or they need the van to recover the server from whoever stole it,” Bruce said. “I’ve had my doubts from the beginning that the Russians were the ones who were involved with the actual theft. They might be funding the scheme, but I believe one of the syndicates did the dirty work.”
“I agree.
It would give any of the crime syndicates an advantage that even the US Mafia doesn’t have,” Jack said. “Which in itself is a clusterfuck, if you ask me. Can you imagine the war the mob would rage to keep their stronghold over the smaller syndicates?”
“Which is why we need to get that server and encrypted files back before they manage to get it out of the country, or heaven forbid decipher the encryption,” Keon rasped.
“Yeah, let’s hope Sean manages to get on the inside soon. The quicker the Russian mob leaves the country, the better,” Ethan grated. “I’m not comfortable with his involvement, especially since Paige is his sister. We know the fucking Syndicate always targets family.”
Jack shifted in his chair but kept silent. He’d given his word to Sean to keep the status of his operation quiet.
“I’ll get a security detail on your house as well as on Jaxon and Paige until this is over, just in case,” Lance said as he scribbled a note in his journal.
“Thanks, mate.”
“Now on to Crown International and the Sixth Order,” Rhone asserted. “Have you found anything on the background checks you did of the board of Directors, Richard?”
“There are a total of fifteen board members, ten of which are actively involved in the day to day running of the global business activities. Nothing stands out on any of them. John and Samuel Dalton originally started the company in the early fifties and are still on the board. Now, we come to the last three, which are all anomalies as far as Max and I are concerned. One came on the board a year after Paul Burgess, aka Brad Flint, bought the company. Carl Falcon. He runs and owns Falcon Freight Incorporate. Very lucrative, but here’s the thing, his involvement with CI seems shady. Jack had arranged with Gideon Clark to visit two days ago and he gave me access to CI’s network, but so far, I can’t track any agreement ever signed with him. I’m sorry, Rhone but that’s all I have so far. It’s time consuming but we’ll get there.”
“Max, get more people involved if you and Richard need help. We need to crack this open. I want to eliminate the Sixth Order. They have stealthily grown their operation and are turning into a sizeable force the likes of the Mafia. I don’t believe any of us realizes just how wide spread their business tracks are in the US,” Rhone said.