Reid: Wild Mustang Security Firm

by Delta James

  Reid

  Delta James

  Maren Smith

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  Reid copyrighted 2020 by Delta James and Maren Smith

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  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Epilogue

  Always Daddy's Girl: Chapter One

  About the Author

  Chapter 1

  L’Amore Sofferente Hotel:

  Base of the Matterhorn, Switzerland

  Christian jerked his head up between his aching shoulders, surprised to find he wasn’t lying down. He was hanging, his tightly bound hands caught on a meat hook dangling by a chain from the ceiling. His head hurt, pulsing where he’d been struck. His whole body ached, dull throbs that echoed every blow he’d received from the beating he’d taken both before and after he’d been knocked unconscious. Even his feet hurt, the tightness of the bonds that bound his splayed ankles to metal floor rings cutting into his flesh and preventing him from standing upright, forcing him to hang by his wrists at an awkward diagonal angle. Taking stock of both the pain and his captive situation, he also noticed they’d stripped him naked.

  “Aliya!” He bolted upright in bed, cold sweat pouring off his body.

  “I’m here, Christian,” she said, waddling back to bed from the bathroom, fresh from the shower with a towel on her head. The room was still mostly dark, lit by the soft glow of the nightlight, meant to keep her from stubbing her toes and the graying hue of early morning, glowing on the walls around the drawn window curtains.

  Relaxing slowly, Christian Reid watched his very pregnant and naked wife cross the room to him and wondered at the confluence of events that had brought him to this peaceful place. Well, she wasn’t that pregnant, not yet, but she was carrying the baby up front and had such a small frame to start with.

  Funny how that small frame had been one of the first things that had struck him about Fariq Abdal’s little sister. That and her stunning beauty, something her pregnancy had only enhanced, in his opinion, anyway. It had taken several spankings and fucking her daily to convince her carrying his first-born just made her all the more irresistible to him. While she might protest and caterwaul through each of the former sessions, she remained a more than eager participant in the latter. In her second trimester, Aliya’s hormones were in full swing, and she craved sex every bit as insatiably as she had Cobb’s smashed-avocado chopped-chicken salad during the first semester. He occasionally still teased her if their child was born avocado green, those salads were the reason why.

  She sat on the edge of the bed, gently drying her hair.

  “Was it the nightmare again?” she asked, leaning down to kiss him deeply. He nodded. “Ibn haram,” she hissed.

  “Aliya,” he scolded. “Is the mother of my baby allowed to curse?”

  She barely managed not to roll her eyes. “No, but he was, and I’m glad I killed him.”

  “Me, too.” Christian grinned. “Still, I don’t think that’s any way for a loving wife to greet her husband when he wakes with a hard-on.”

  “When,” she demanded with the light, bubbly giggle he never got tired of hearing, “have you ever awakened and not had one?”

  Grasping her by her middle, he tossed the towel aside and gently rolled her over his body onto the bed next to him. His hand descended to swat her luscious backside three times. Even pregnant, his wife was happiest when reminded who was the Dom and who was the submissive.

  Who was he kidding? That was the state that made both of them the happiest.

  “Christian!” she protested, laughing.

  He swatted her again. “Up on your knees and present yourself to me.”

  Her reaction to the mock sternness in his voice was immediate. Aliya shivered, a slow flush of desire rising to stain her chest and quicken her breathing. She raised herself onto her knees, resting her upper body on her forearms. He loved fucking her from behind—hell, he loved fucking her every way—but now, with her pregnant and on her knees, he could better control his penetration.

  Leaning over her, he ran his hands from her backside up her spine and sighed. This was the best way he knew to banish the vestiges of the nightmare that still plagued him all these months later.

  “You are so beautiful. I’m the luckiest sonofabitch in the world to call you mine.”

  “Yes, you are,” she said, her dark hair falling forward, hiding her face from him, although her amusement was evident in her voice.

  Grinning, he rose quickly to swat her backside harder still, loving how the brief sting made her breath catch.

  “Watch yourself, Princess. A piece of ginger stuck up your ass won’t hurt the baby and might do you a world of good.”

  “No, no, no!” She still laughed, although her protests sounded far more genuine. “Please, Christian. I’ll be your good little pregnant wife.”

  He snorted.

  “No ginger.” She laughed again. “Please, just take pity on your poor sub.” She looked back at him over her shoulder. “Fuck me instead?”

  Chuckling, he took his cock in his hand and guided it to her entrance. Her soft cry as the broad head breached her entrance was the best music he’d ever heard. She loved it when they fucked, but he was convinced her favorite part was the moment when he penetrated her fully, impaling her until her ass was snug against his pelvis. It was a good feeling, but his favorite would always be those precious few seconds after he’d spent himself in her—when all was right in his world.

  He pressed forward, enjoying the way her wet heat encompassed him and loving how she shivered in the throes of her first orgasm just from his possession alone. He rubbed her back and mindful of her pregnancy, thrust in small, careful movements until her pussy had fully accepted him, then his fucking took on long, hard, deliberate strokes. When he rocked his hips back and forth, his cock driving powerfully deeper, he felt as though he might just be the hero she believed him to be. He held her in place, not allowing her to move with him. He controlled sex—controlled her pleasure and her orgasms—and she gave him everything in return.

  “More!” she cried, grabbing the bedclothes as she came. Her pussy pulsed and quivered all along his length, begging him to join her, but he wasn’t ready yet. He increased the driving power and tempo of his thrusts.

  Surging forward, he drew her body up, so he could hold her, her back to his chest, her breasts filling his hands. He squeezed, pinched, and rolled her nipples with one hand while his other cupped her mons, keeping her snuggly trapped against him, a slave to his orgasm. The submissive who made his heart race—the only person in the world he literally could not imagine his life without.

>   He came hard, holding her tight against him and pumping his cum into her as she ground back against him in the throes of another orgasm. Nuzzling her neck, he nipped her ear as she leaned her head back against his shoulder. She sighed, relaxed and replete.

  “I hate to remind you, but the season opens today, and we have a full house. Paid guests as well as the Wild Mustang bunch.”

  Christian groaned. Bad enough, his sister and Croft had come to visit, but Zara and Avery had accompanied them, and those two were a terrible influence on Aliya.

  Not that it was a bad thing. He grinned. Spanking Aliya always ignited her libido again.

  Chapter 2

  Six Months Earlier…

  “Please?” Aliya wheedled, making it incredibly hard for Christian to concentrate on what he was doing. Pretending to crunch financials while furtively copying encrypted information off the database of the world’s most-wanted criminal was hard enough. Trying to do it with Fariq in the same room was nothing short of suicidal. It was uncanny how the man seemed to know everything going on around him. Under no other circumstance would he have risked something this stupid, but time was fast becoming of the essence, and Aliya’s presence was—he hoped—just enough distraction to make the risk worth taking.

  “I promise,” she begged, offering her unimpressed brother a hopeful smile. “I promise I will do whatever you say. I just want to get off this ship for a while. Please, Fariq? I’ll be a good girl.”

  That smile was dazzling, but then everything about Aliya Abdal was dazzling. She was a beauty, possessed of the kind of small, curvaceous body that never failed to turn men into fools, him most certainly included.

  Christian tried not to watch her, especially with Fariq sitting right there. When he’d first brought his sister on the ship, Fariq had made it very clear his beloved little sister was off-limits. Which didn’t mean that most—if not all—of his men automatically stopped coveting her. No, from the moment she stepped foot from her quarters each day, all picture-perfect and untouchable, she became the star of every dark fantasy on this ship.

  Well, okay… maybe the others’ fantasies weren’t dark, but his certainly were. Try though he did, Christian couldn’t stop imagining the lithe beauty, with a river of dark hair spilling down her back, naked and bound to a St. Andrews cross as his whip caressed her perfect, light-brown flesh. He could easily imagine how she would feel in his arms as he cut her down before taking her into a private room to fuck.

  Most of the crew was divided on the question of her virginity. At twenty-two, some said her maidenhead remained intact, while others had trouble believing it. There were others still who whispered Fariq himself had taken it, something Christian completely ignored. In his fantasies, he couldn’t have cared less as he took her in every way and every position imaginable. While Fariq wasted no chance to remind his men he would cut off the balls and feed them to anyone who dared to touch her, Christian was systematically rewriting the Kama Sutra in his mind, with Aliya gasping, groaning, and happily writhing under the steady, pumping spray of his cum.

  “I said no,” Fariq said, snapping Christian back to the present. The dark-skinned Arab didn’t so much as glance up from his tablet, which made it easier for Christian to readjust the full-tenting erection that now lived in his pants.

  A casual observer might glance at Fariq Abdal in his tan slacks and white, button-down shirt and think him nothing more than another quintessential wealthy businessman, hard at work. Only the gun in his shoulder holster belayed that first impression, and no one knew better than Christian just how few qualms Fariq had about putting that gun to use.

  Mind back on your work, he told himself firmly.

  “Please!” Aliya bounced once, biting back both a whine of frustration and what looked suspiciously like a foot stomp.

  Off-limits and spoiled rotten, Christian thought with a shake of his head, but that might have been an unfair assessment. He didn’t know her well, despite having met her a handful of times over the years and now living on the same yacht with her for some time. She had to be spoiled. How could anyone who lived as well as she did off the money her brother made, borrowed, or outright stole not be?

  It didn’t matter how many times he told himself that, though. She was still beautiful, and ‘spoiled rotten’ didn’t ruin his view of her in her pale-pink, floral sundress and matching designer high heels. She was wearing her midnight hair loose today, and damn if her dark, pleading eyes couldn’t turn ordinary men into poets. God knows, if he had any degree of literary talent in that area, he might have been tempted to try… right after he held her down in a tub long enough to scrub off that expensive perfume she was wearing. It was driving him crazy.

  “I’m sorry, but no,” Fariq said for the third time, patience personified, although only when it came to his sister. “Plans have changed. Sadly, my attention must be redirected from your pleasure to matters of business. Run along now, please.”

  She wilted in disappointment, but like spoiled little rich girls everywhere, she didn’t stop trying. “Fariq, I haven’t been off the ship in months. I need to get out. I need to do something.”

  “Then put on the new swimsuit I bought you. Sun yourself on the upper deck or go swimming in the pool.” His attention remained fixed on his tablet.

  “You promised when we got to Morocco…” She stopped when he finally sighed, lowered the tablet, and fixed his equally dark eyes on her.

  “Did you not just hear me say plans have changed?” he asked, still quiet, still patient. The quieter he got, the more he reminded Christian of a viper coiling for the strike. “When you are married and your husband needs to concentrate on business, will you still behave like a petulant child? You are growing up, my darling. As a grownup, sometimes you must forego whatever it is you think you must have whenever you think you must have it. Proper wives attend to their husband’s needs and are grateful for whatever attention and affection he can spare. Surely, the nuns who schooled you taught you better than this.”

  Christian could hear the thinly-veiled warning in Fariq’s tone, but it apparently went right over Aliya’s head.

  Circling to his side of the desk, she dropped all the way to her knees beside him.

  “I-I’ll only take a few minutes. I’ll come right back when you say to. Please?”

  Sitting at his own small desk across the room, Christian couldn’t help the twitch of appreciation that tickled his cock as he pretended not to watch. It had been entirely too long since he’d had a young woman submit herself at his feet quite that attractively. It had been even longer since a woman had willingly done so without first needing to be paid. But then, Christian had what Fariq mockingly liked to call ‘eclectic sexual preferences.’ Women like Aliya were way above his pay grade.

  “My darling.” Fariq sighed. “I’m trying to work.”

  Vaulting to her feet, she stomped her foot.

  “This is just like the last time, even though you said it wouldn’t be. I’m always stuck on this ship!”

  Tablet dropped onto his lap, Fariq frowned. He looked first at her foot, then up at her.

  “As much as I love you, right down to your naughty little feet, if you do that at me again, you’ll have those offending appendages bound and subjected to bastinado. As I recall, you didn’t care much for that the last time, but it was effective. I have a very important meeting with a very wealthy contractor. I can’t simply tell him I need to reschedule, so I can take my tediously darling sister through the local bazaar. He would not only think me less of a man, but you’re a spoiled brat. Is that what you want?”

  Her whole countenance fell, the dark beauty of her eyes turning wounded.

  “No, but can’t… can’t I go by myself? Just this once?” She immediately dropped to her knees again, her hands resting on Fariq’s thigh. “I’m twenty-two! I’ll be careful, I promise! I’ll wear a disguise, and no one will know who I am! Please, please, Fariq!”

  “Absolutely not!” If nothing else, she�
��d gained her brother’s undivided attention.

  “My heart is broken,” she cried melodramatically.

  As beautiful as she was, it was all Christian could do not to shake his head at her antics. What she needed wasn’t a shopping trip or a new bikini. What Aliya Abdal really needed was to be turned facedown over a man’s knee and spanked until her pretty little backside was sore, and she was crying with remorse. Not that her brother would do that, but the girl was utterly clueless. She really had no idea who she was trying to cajole.

  “I’m sure you’ll recover.” Fariq cast his sarcastic glance to the ceiling. “Though Allah forbid, I should be responsible for such a tragedy.” Shaking his head, Fariq cast his glance to the only other man in the room, which was how Christian found himself being dragged into the mire of his employer’s minor family argument.

  “Reid,” Fariq called from across the room.

  Aliya visibly startled, twisting around to look at him as if she hadn’t been aware Christian was even in the room. That annoyed him, especially since he couldn’t stop himself from becoming more and more aware of her with every perfumed-tainted breath he took. His cock throbbed against the inside of his thigh.

  “Yes?” Christian reluctantly replied, abandoning all pretense of ignoring them.

  “Kindly take my sister shopping before she expires of despair right here on the Tabriz carpet,” Fariq told them both, in a move completely opposite of his usual overprotectiveness where Aliya was involved. “You have shopping of your own to do today, anyway.”