Rebecca Joyce (7 page)

The ramifications of moving his belongings and his business were going to be costly. He didn’t know if he could afford the start-up cost again. The first time nearly took all he had saved, and he was just beginning to get some repeat customers. Too bad those customers were Celestial citizens.

Sighing at the lost revenue, Jordan looked back at Charlotte, who was now sitting quietly and behaving. Man, he didn’t want to be around when Braxton let her out of those cuffs. Living with Charlotte these past months, Jordan had grown accustomed to her little idiosyncrasies, and sometimes her temper tantrums. The littlest things would set her off, but nothing more than being forced to do something she didn’t want to, and right now, she might look cool as a cucumber, but underneath that cool facade was a woman wound tighter than a stick of dynamite, and poor Braxton was the fucking fuse.

They pulled up in front of the Treasure Cove’s sheriff’s office and stared at the actual, for-real jail. Jordan’s heart began beating faster.

Was he going to throw them in jail?

“Stay put and don’t touch anything,” Braxton ordered and got out.

Jordan watched as he disappeared into the ominous building. Looking around the town, he saw the many trimmings of a small town. The one-street town housed a diner, a bookstore, a little general five and dime, a doctor’s office and pharmacy, and a few other odd little businesses, but what caught his eye was at the end of the street. A demolished, burnt building.

The Treasure Cove library was destroyed.

Who would burn a library?

Scanning the citizens, he noticed several people going about their business. They all were dressed and looked happy. Several women walked with one or more men. There were even men who walked with more than one woman. Smiling, the town of Treasure Cove began to grow on Jordan.

Looking back at the door Braxton entered, he wondered what he did every day, but that thought vanished when the sound of shattering glass had him ducking for cover.

“Holy shit, Charlotte!” Jordan shouted, trying to get the door to open. He couldn’t climb into the back because of the cage grill preventing detainees from attacking the driver, and his passenger door was only going to open from the outside.

Sitting there helpless, he watched as Charlotte, who somehow had gotten out of her cuffs and removed the duct tape, climbed out of the back window, which she had apparently just smashed.

“Charlotte!” Jordan shouted as she started running.

* * * *

Charlotte ran. She ran as fast as her legs would take her. There was no way in hell she was going back to jail. She didn’t do anything wrong. She was just playing. She knew not to set off any alarms when she snooped, but fuck, she must have missed one. She knew eventually they would find her again. She just didn’t expect that cowboy was one of them.

Damn! She had really liked him, too.

Looking at her surroundings, she ducked behind a diner, gasping for air.

Think, Charlotte! she said to herself. She needed to find a change of clothes, get to her stash at the apartment, and disappear. She was not going to let them find her this time.

Moving fast, she turned a corner, running right into a tall man with shoulder-length black hair. Dressed in a silk shirt and black leather pants, he looked dangerous, but it was his silver eyes that bored right through her. Soulless eyes, eyes of glass, they were ominous, almost evil-looking.

Shrieking, she tried to sidestep him, when he reached for her.

Grabbing her around the waist, he hauled her into the air and threw her over his shoulder.

“Put me the fuck down, you asshole!” she shouted, kicking and wiggling and trying to get out of his tight grasp, but when his hand came down hard on her ass, she screamed.

“A lady does not curse,” he calmly said, walking her back toward the way she came.

“Fuck you!”

Smack!

“You bastard. Hit me again, and I’ll kick your fucking ass!”

Smack!

“That hurt, you son of a bitch!”

Smack!

“Stop hitting me, asshole!”

Smack!

“Okay, okay, I got it! Stop hitting me!”

“Braxton,” the man said, greeting the sheriff and putting her on her two feet. “I believe this is what you’re looking for.”

Charlotte was about to kick the man in the balls when those silver eyes looked directly at her. “Think before you act, my dear, because the next move you make might be your last.”

Charlotte didn’t move. She couldn’t. The threat went straight to her brain and shouted warning, danger, proceed with caution!

“Thank you, Gabriel. I can take it from here,” Braxton said, shaking the man’s hand.

“Will you need the dungeon tonight?” the tall, dangerous stranger asked.

“Not sure yet, but just in case, please make sure the shackles and the cage are available.”

“Oh goody. We haven’t used the cage since Macie. I will see to it that all of your requirements are ready.” The stranger smiled then turned to her. “Good day, my dear. I look forward to seeing you tonight.”

Charlotte was speechless.

Who the fuck was that? What the fuck is the dungeon, and why did Braxton need a fucking cage?”

“Get in the car, Charlotte,” Braxton ordered quietly.

“No. Unless you’re arresting me, I am going home.”

“Get. In. The. Fucking. Car,” Braxton seethed.

Charlotte got in the car.

* * * *

Neither Jordan nor Charlotte said a word as they passed through the gates and moved toward the large black granite building. Looking at each other, Braxton knew what they were thinking. “It’s not a prison.”

“Where are you taking us?” Charlotte asked, never taking her eyes off the building.

“Well, since you seem to have a problem following orders, I thought a little training might be in order.”

“What training?” she asked.

“You’ll see.”

They stopped under a black canopy and were greeted by a large man in black leathers with a black mask. Opening the doors, he did not acknowledge them, only Braxton, greeting him with one word. “Master Braxton.”

With a nudge, they were ushered through a set of double doors and entered a world far more threatening than living in Celestial. What they both saw had their eyes opening and their mouths falling open.

“I don’t think we’re in Kansas anymore, Charlie,” Jordan whispered and was quickly pushed to his knees. Turning, he saw Braxton leering at him from above.

“You will not speak. Understand?”

Jordan lowered his head and nodded. “Yes, sir.”

Soon they were being ushered into an elevator and shown a private room. Once they were inside, the door was shut, and the loud click told them they were locked in.

“What the fuck is going on, Jordan? Where the hell are we?” Charlotte asked, looking around the room.

“We are at a BDSM Club, Charlotte. I believe our lover is a Master, and if I am right, he is going to claim us,” he offered, sitting on the bed.

“The hell he is. I just wanted to fuck the man. I don’t need some oversexed testosterone asshole claiming me and whipping my ass just to get his rocks off!”

“It’s not like that, Charlotte.”

“The fuck it isn’t!” she shouted. “I want out of this fucking room now. I didn’t ask to be claimed.”

“You already claimed him.” Jordan sighed, falling back on the bed and covering his eyes.

“No I didn’t!”

“Yeah, ya did, while your ass was tied up in Celestial. You claimed Braxton in front of the whole damn town, just like I did. We set a chain of events in motion that only Braxton can now put a stop to.”

“Jordan, come on. I was mad. I didn’t want Pisces whipping me. I didn’t mean it.”

“Well, then you need to tell Braxton that, because I’m not going to. There is something about him that intrigues me, and I have never been intrigued by a man before. I want to see what happens.”

“You’re fucking crazy, just like the rest of these assholes!” Charlotte screamed in frustration, throwing a vase near him.

Water and glass smashed into pieces. Flowers were thrown everywhere.

Jordan had finally had enough of her shit. “God damn it, Charlotte! I have had enough of your foul mouth, your griping, and your bitching. Shut the fuck up and sit your ass down in that fucking chair before I put you there myself!” he said angrily, moving toward her.

Charlotte didn’t flinch. “Make me!”

Oh, those two words were the fuel Jordan needed to show Charlotte he meant business. Picking her up, he carried her over to the chair and forcibly set her down, holding her as she squirmed and wiggled, trying to get away. But when he saw a pair of cuffs attached to the wooden chair, he quickly made use of them. Her loud, colorful words filled the room, while Jordan began searching the drawers and closets for anything that would shut her up.

Smiling when he found the perfect thing, he walked over to her, twirling the contraption in his hand.

“What the fuck is that!”

“Your muzzle, my dear.” Jordan grinned and deftly attached the ball gag, halting her foul mouth and silencing the room.

“Now, I want you to listen. We are in a BDSM Club. The rules are very clear. You will not speak unless you are asked a direct question. With me so far?”

“Uuk yu!” she mumbled through the large black ball gag.

“Okay, a new approach then.” Jordan grinned and began to take off his clothes.

Braxton watched from the two-way mirror and smiled. His day was looking up. Now all he needed was Jordan to cooperate and tame the wild hell kitten before him, because baby doll was going to be fun to break.

“You know what she is, right? Gabriel asked, leaning against the back wall of the small viewing room.

“Yea, she’s a subversive submissive. I figured that out quickly when we were together the first time. She uses her foul mouth as a deflecting mechanism to test the males within her reach. The more turned on she gets, the worse she fights, and her mouth spews filth. Of course, though she doesn’t realize it yet, Jordan in there has wanted her fine ass for months now. I want to see if he has the balls to take what belongs to him, because as much as it pains me to say, if he can’t man up and take her and get her to submit, this relationship isn’t going to work. We both have to be on the same page with her.”

“Lucky bastard.” Gabriel grinned. “You’re gonna have your hands full with her. As for the switch, I’m not sure he even realizes he is one, but he can be taught.”

“I’m more worried about Charlotte. She seems determined to fight her way out of here, but I know from experience she submits beautifully once she knows there is no recourse. It’s just getting her to that moment. That’s gonna be the fun part.” Braxton grinned at his best friend.

“Well, it looks like your switch is about to learn that same thing,” Gabriel said, motioning with his head. Together they turned and watched the scene before them.

* * * *

She sat wide-eyed and in shock as Jordan slowly took off his clothes. She didn’t know what Jordan thought he was doing, but if he wanted to give her a little show, who was she to stop him. So, leaning back and getting comfortable, she grinned.

Charlotte loved watching Jordan perform on stage at the Rainbow Room. She had to admit, he was better live and in person. With him so close, she could see him more clearly without all the smoke and strobe lights. He smelled delicious, and the more he moved the more his playful, seductive side came out. Before she knew it, Jordan was grinding and slowly moving his hips, as he teased her senses.

The sounds of Carlos Santana’s “Smooth” began pumping into the room, shocking them both.

Oh fuck! This isn’t good.

Charlotte began to worry when Jordan grinned mischievously, slowly moving his hips and arms as he took off his white shirt. The slow, seductive move was mouthwatering as it accentuated every rippling muscle on his fine-ass body. She could not ignore the large bulge in his pants, and he flung the shirt past her. Staying with the rhythm of the song, he danced his way toward her, raising a leg and resting it on the arm of the chair, grinding his cock slowly into her face.

Fighting her restraints, she wanted nothing more than to beat his teasing ass. This was quickly becoming not funny.

He turned, giving her a wonderful view of his ass as he slowly removed his pants.

Groaning, she tried to tell him to stop, that this charade wasn’t funny anymore, but thanks to the gag, it sounded more like “ah” than “stop.”

As he kicked away his pants, Charlotte immediately closed her eyes.

Son of a bitch isn’t wearing underwear!

She could feel him grinding, rubbing his hard cock on her arms, legs, and then her face.

Fuck, he smelled like sex on a stick.

Charlotte was dealing with the striptease, and she could handle the cock rub, but when she felt the cuffs fall from her wrist, all bets were off.