Bar None (4 page)

She wanted to release her laced hands from her neck, pull off his clothes, and ride his cock until she exploded. But that wasn't an option. If she wanted to come, and wanted to learn a lesson at the same time, she'd have to endure his torture. His sweet, sweet, torture.

A quick pinch to her clit nearly brought her off the floor. “When I ask you a question, I expect an answer. What is this, what we're doing?"

"Sex,” she answered. Her clit still throbbed from punishment.

The circle grew smaller, edging closer so that her muscles tightened and she geared up for the rare flight. His finger flew across her clit then slid away.

She'd been so close. He couldn't possibly understand how difficult it was for her to come or how close she'd been. Tears welled in her eyes. “Please. Please, John, please let me come."

"On your knees.” The words, although still in a soft monotone, had an edge to them.

Dani sank to the ground and hoped when she finished what she expected would be a blow job, he'd finish her off. If he didn't, she'd die.

He shucked his clothes quickly and ripped open a condom. Her eyes widened and she shivered.

John walked behind her and bent her forward, easing her to the floor. “Put your hands down, brace yourself, and spread your legs more."

He was going to fuck her. The thought of his cock piercing her flesh fueled the flame inside her. But could he make her come from behind? Or would he leave her unfulfilled?

He placed his hand down on the center of her back. “Keep your back arched, and your ass in the air, like a cat,” he said as his cock submerged into her wet flesh. Anticipation hadn't lessened the shock of the swift impalement. No easy getting to know each other, he set a steady and quick pace. His balls slapped against her like the thuds of a runners footsteps on asphalt. Steady, consistent. His other hand circled around the front of her and found her clit, sliding against it in tandem.

Erotic sounds filled the air, strangled moans, high pitched ministrations, that couldn't be coming from her. Could they?

Every muscle in her body tightened until she was sure she'd break into pieces. She screamed out her release, but he didn't stop. Just kept plunging into her while her body shook and shook some more.

His orgasm hit on her second round. The feel of his cock convulsing inside her and his fingers returning to her swollen, worn out clit had tipped the orgasmic scales in her favor.

He pulled out of her. Dani collapsed to the floor. For perhaps the first time in her life she'd truly been fucked. Not romanced or loved, but truly physically fucked. And for the first time in her life, she'd had not only one but two orgasms. During intercourse.

Why was it that it felt so good? Why was it she'd accomplished what she couldn't before? The sobs overtook her before she could even attempt to stop them.

At first there was no sound in the room besides her crying. Then a gentle, “Shhh,” so soft Dani couldn't imagine it coming from John.

He lay on the floor behind her, his face resting on her ass. He dropped little kisses on the fleshy skin as his hands massaged up her back. “Shhh, Dani. Sometimes it hurts to surrender. But it's good too. I didn't hurt you did I?"

"No.” Her voice shook. “I've never. . . well, it's never happened twice before."

John sat, folded his legs beneath him, and scooped her up in his arms. “You're saying you've never had more than one orgasm at a time?"

She shook her head. “Sometimes, none at all."

He stared at her like he'd just found out he'd been screwing the wrong woman. Pulling her close against his chest, he hugged her tight. But what had she learned? And what the fuck had she gotten herself into?

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Something propelled his legs forward from the back to the front of the house. He hadn't even bothered to dress, but stood there naked in the kitchen, left hand clutching the curtain so he could peer through the window at that woman who'd just left his arms and his house. The woman he'd just taken like an animal on his living room floor. His hand fisted and the material in it wrinkled.

She reached her car unsteadily and leaned one hand against the roof while the other opened the door. John's eyes squinted against the sun as her body slid into the driver's seat and her hands came up to her face. She sat there crying, unaware of him watching her.

Something inside him sat uneasy. She was playing a game and he was helping her with it. That was all. It wasn't his problem if the girl wasn't ready for the action she sought. What did she expect from a BDSM club? Bar None wasn't exactly the place a woman went looking for a husband. What the fuck made him think of that?

Damn. Why the hell wouldn't she move? Was she going to sit there in his driveway and cry all day? His hand clenched and tugged on the curtain involuntarily. The rod came down, hit him in the head, and bounced off the counter onto the floor with a racket that could wake the dead.

"Fuck!” He cursed and cursed again remembering that the window was open and she most likely heard the commotion. His hand went up to his forehead to ease the throbbing and the sting. When he took it away, it was tinged with blood. The edge of the curtain rod had hit him just right and scraped off the skin.

If he passed by a mirror in the next few days he'd be reminded of Danielle, her soft skin, sweet scent, and tight pussy as it clenched around his cock. He hardened at the thought and turned to go outside and do something about it. He'd stop her crying and soothe her body with a soft ride. A slow seductive fuck that would ease her mind.

It was no more than a few steps to the door, but when he opened it her car was half way down the street. How could he have missed the sound of the engine starting? Maybe the clanging and the swearing or the time he'd spent inside his own head. Who the fuck knew? Only now he stood naked, cock as hard as wood, in an open doorway as a red Corvette pulled into the driveway. A car he knew only to well. His boss's. His real boss, Trevor Whitman. Lately, he'd almost forgotten who that was.

The passenger side opened and a tall willowy blonde emerged. Black spikes adorned long legs that could have ambled down a catwalk. Four to five inch black shorts barely covered her bottom and a tight black leather vest with the top two buttons undone exposed her ample cleavage.

"You greet all your guests this way?"

The sarcasm in her voice brought his eyes up to her face. Attractive. Tough. No Dani Summers. “Come on in while I put my pants on."

"Yeah, John, why is it you're standing bare assed in your doorway? And could it have something to do with that sweet thing that practically barreled into us on the way out? And what the fuck happened in here?"

John walked away in search of his pants and his visitors followed. He picked up his boxers and stepped into them and added his jeans. The comfortable temperature didn't call for a shirt so he just left it there on the floor like taped off evidence. He held out his hand signaling his guests to sit on the couch while he moved to the chair. He didn't respond to the question. “You could have called."

"I did. Twice. Keeps going to voicemail. I thought maybe you were in some kind of trouble."

"Oh, shit. Yeah, I forgot I turned it off.” What the hell was wrong with him? He never turned off his cell. What made him do it this time? And why hadn't he remembered to turn it back on? But he didn't need to ask himself those questions. He knew why. He didn't want anything or anyone interrupting him while he was making Dani his. He mumbled another curse hating the way he was thinking.

The blonde looked over to Trevor like she was getting bored with the show and wanted to move things along. Trevor gave her a silent nod. “This is Lori Harris, your new partner for this gig."

"Beautiful, but not the type of bait you need to catch our un-sub."

"I'm not the bait. I'm your new girlfriend. I'm coming to the club tonight and you're going to get real interested. That saves me from the attentions of others, does the same for you and allows us to focus on the investigation. We'll be able to watch more."

John grunted. He needed to be able to introduce Dani as his to make sure she had no one else sniffing around her. Because Dani was the type the perp
was
looking for. He scratched his head. Somehow he'd find a way to keep them apart.

"Why is it you don't look happy?” Trevor asked.

John made a face. “The potential girlfriend might not understand."

"Potential?” Lori and Trevor said in unison. Trevor raised his eyebrows. “I'm assuming since you were buck naked you slept with the poor woman who you are only considering for a girlfriend."

"Does she know of her potential?” Lori asked. “Or is that why she couldn't seem to get out of here fast enough? Maybe you won't have to worry about her after all?"

"Do you mind? I'll work around it, don't worry. So what's the plan?” John glanced from Trevor to Lori.

Trevor started. “I think it best if you go to the club first tonight, John. Look around like your checking out the stock. We'll have Lori show up fifteen, twenty minutes later. You see her and go for it right away. Buy her a drink and the two of you talk it up. You may need to, ah. . . . “

"Do a little groping,” John cut in. “No shit. It's a sex club. Any preferences?” he asked Lori.

"Just don't enjoy it or get too carried away. It being our first date and all. Just remember, I can grope too. And if I have to grab your balls, you might not enjoy it. Okay, lover boy?"

"Must suck being a woman in this job.” John said it to Lori but was looking at Trevor when he did.

"That's where I draw the line, lover boy. No sucking on the clock."

"Funny. Where'd you get this one, Trev? Comedy Central?"

Trevor stood and clapped his hands together. “Great, glad the two of you are getting along. Now that's enough of a meet and greet. You need to have something to talk about tonight so think of fetishes and fantasies. Erotic shit, just in case anyone is listening. And make it believable."

"Will do, boss man.” John stood as Lori did and escorted them out of the house. This time when he stood in the doorway he waved off his boss and new partner. He stood wondering what direction Dani had taken and when he could see her again? He'd hoped to invite her to the club tonight to make up for her initiation to his world. Now, that was out of the question. Tonight he'd be groping a different woman. One who didn't want to be groped. And Dani would have to wait until tomorrow.

How he wished they'd be lucky and catch the un-sub tonight. Not likely. This guy had struck for the past two months on the second of the month at different clubs in the area. That meant three more days. They had to get him before this man gave the BDSM world an even worse name. The guy set out to find a newbie woman, abduct her on her way out of the club, blindfold her, and bang her for days before releasing her. Then he'd leave her abused, half dead, still naked and tied, dumped on the front steps of the club he found her in.

Bar None was the next club in a geographical line. The Bureau thought for sure it would be next, and if it was, John would be there to try to stop it. He'd be looking out for any new faces that fit the profile. Whoever it was would be getting the lay of the land, checking things out and searching for his next victim. John and Lori would be scanning the crowd, trying to find a tall muscular man with soulless, dark eyes.

Shit. The smell of sex still hung in the room. Even if Trevor and Lori hadn't seen Dani leave they would have known what he'd been up to. He took a deep breath and adjusted his cock, which had come to life again.

He punched in her number. When she answered he released a breath he hadn't realized he was holding. “You were a very good girl today."

"John?” He could hear the wistfulness, the excitement, and smiled.

"I'm going to reward you with a special tour tomorrow. I'm going to show you the exclusive rooms and I'm going to let you try out the equipment while the club is empty. Wear a dress, no underwear, and the highest heels you have. How's your pussy?"

"Um, fine."

John covered the speaker of the phone and laughed so she wouldn't hear him. “Touch yourself and tell me on a scale of one to ten how wet you are."

"Oh, I'd love to, but I can't come right now. Maybe later."

This time he laughed out loud and didn't care that she could hear him. “Not alone, huh? Well, take the phone into the bathroom with you.” His voice lowered. “Dani, do it now."

He could hear her walking away from the noise until it was quiet. “Fine. I'm about a three."

"Run your finger over your clit until you're at least a seven.” He could hear her resistance in the silence. “Turn the water on in the sink and no one will hear anything, I promise."

The sound of the water running was music to his ears. “Let me know when you're there. No further than a seven. I wish it was my fingers lighting you up, tapping that clit and making it swell."

Dani might have been able to control her sounds so no more than a little moan periodically escaped, but she couldn't control her breathing. It came heavier and faster. “Seven."

"Good. Now get some tissue and wipe yourself dry so you're not leaking all over the place and then wash your hands. And no matter what, do not touch yourself again. I want you horny as hell when you get here tomorrow. I'll know, so don't disappoint me. If you do, I won't fuck you tomorrow. But if you're a good girl and let your pussy throb all night long for me, I'll make you come over and over again so you can't even think of the word orgasm without the word multiple in front of it. High noon, baby."

John grinned as he hung up the phone. That alleviated his problem for tonight. At least she wouldn't come looking for him and he'd give her the tour she wanted and a little something extra tomorrow.

It didn't seem possible that only a few days before she stood on the other side of this very door at the club. Today she knew she'd be getting the tour she asked for. But at what price?

Her nipples ached and her pussy dripped with longing for a man she barely knew. A man she lusted after at first sight. A man who opened a door to a brand new world.