Red Handed (19 page)

“It doesn't matter what title you give him,” he said, ignoring her request. “You're here for him. Because you love him.”

She got up from the bed. “I do. I've loved him for years. Roman is my stepbrother, or rather, he was before my father died.”

Cole appeared taken aback. “You're in love with your stepbrother?”

“No.” She shrugged, moving closer to Cole but keeping enough distance to keep her feeling safe. “And he's not in love with me either. Not really. It's true he asked me to marry him, but our relationship is based on friendship, not passion. Honestly, I don't know why he asked.”

“So your reason for being here . . . to learn how to please him, you made that up?”

The lies upon lies she had to tell were giving her a headache. “I don't know the details, but he's confided in the past that he's dabbled with BDSM. So I didn't lie to you, per se. It's just I have no intention of ever sleeping with him. Why do you even care?” Or for that matter, what was he doing here in her room?

“I don't know. I just do.” He stalked nearer. “Cassandra came my office to tell me you did a scene with Logan.”

So her instincts had been right. Cassandra had been nice to her just to get her into trouble. “We didn't—”

“I know. I spoke with Logan. Even though you were only practicing negotiating a scene, I still don't like it.” He stopped in front of her and slipped his arms around her waist.

Her body arched into his, and she steadied herself by gripping his arms. “Why?”

“Because when I think of you, only one word comes to mind.”

She couldn't catch her breath. “What word?”

“Mine,” he growled, crashing his mouth against hers in a claim of possession.

Her head spun as she tried to catch up with her body. His hands cradled her ass, and as he lifted her off the ground, she wound her arms and legs around him, furiously accepting everything he had to give. He ate at her mouth with an intensity fueled with desperation. She didn't know what had changed from the time she'd left the art gallery, but she didn't want to stop to question it and lose her chance to make love with him one more time.

Why worry about the future when she had this moment? She'd cherish each experience as if it were a precious gift. And maybe when they left each other's lives for good, they'd leave a little of themselves behind.

Without breaking the seal of their lips, he staggered to the window and pressed her back against the cold glass. She rocked her naked pussy against him, back and forth, to create the friction her swelling clitoris craved. A thousand tiny sparks danced down her spine and through her pussy.

How many times would it take until her body was satisfied? She'd already climaxed tonight both in the dungeon and the gallery, and still she hungered for more.

He set her to her feet and yanked her dress over her head, his scorching gaze raking over her, pebbling her nipples and making goose bumps pop up on her arms. He swiped his long finger into her pussy and pulled it out, bringing it to her lips. “Taste us.”

She sucked his finger into her mouth. The mixed salty tang of his come and her juices were sharp on her tongue. She moaned, her body quivering from the eroticism.

“Turn around, put your hands on the glass, and stick that ass out for me.”

Her body on fire, she followed his commands. Anyone in the backyard could look up and see her. It was unlikely, but the idea of it caused her pussy to clench. Standing right beside her, he gripped the back of her neck, holding her in place. He gave her no warning before his other hand smacked her ass. Heat quickly bloomed as she surrendered to the pain. Again and again, he spanked her, each blow sending vibrations through her pussy and to her clitoris.

Unknowingly, she'd removed one hand from the window and covered her breast with it. She caressed the heavy flesh and plucked at her nipple, sending shards of heat down to her needy clit.

“Fuck, that's hot,” Cole said. “Pinch that nipple hard for me.”

Her legs shook, and she cried out as she squeezed her nipple as hard as she could and then pulled.

“You like pain with your pleasure,” Cole said as he spanked her once again. “Now that we know that, we'll have to readdress your soft and hard limits.” He kneaded the fiery cheeks of her ass, then drifted his fingers up and down her crack. Unsure of what he'd do next, she clenched her ass. “No, baby. You can't keep me out. I'm going to claim that ass. Not now, but soon.”

He squatted behind her, and his tongue traced her crack before he spread her cheeks and pressed his tongue deeper. Heat filled her belly and spread outward, sending her heart into triple time and curling her toes. What he was doing was dirty and sinful, but it felt too damn good to stop him.

His tongue disappeared, and she sucked in a breath when he pushed the tip of one finger inside. “You're so tight. I wouldn't fit inside without hurting you. We'll have to work up to it. Start you wearing a plug to stretch you to take me.”

Her throat grew dry. “Will the plug hurt?” She didn't like the idea of sticking something cold and foreign inside her bottom. But she couldn't deny she wanted him to claim her every way he could.

He slipped his finger in farther, and she gasped at the burning fullness. If that's how it felt with one finger, how could she handle anything more? “It might feel uncomfortable, or you might love it. But it shouldn't hurt.” Slowly, he moved his finger in and out, igniting all the nerves along its path.

She crooked her head over her shoulder and licked her lips as she watched him fucking her ass with his finger.

Heat flared in his eyes. He stood, ripping off his vest and swiftly removing his pants. “I need to fuck you.” One hand yanked her hair as the other snaked around her waist and brought her to a standing position. Then he forced her up against the cold glass of the window, holding her arms over her head, his hot erection digging into the small of her back. “Beg for my cock.”

She didn't hesitate. “Please, Master, fill me with your cock. I need you.”

Gripping both her wrists in one of his hands, he used his other to line up his cock with her drenched entrance, and in one thrust, his entire length was seated inside her pussy. He plunged in and out of her slippery channel, pressing her overheated body into the cool glass of the window.

He commanded her body and its responses as though he was its true master, bringing her to the brink of orgasm before backing off, keeping her teetering on the edge. Each time, her muscles clamped harder around his cock, greedy for release. Knowing full well what he was doing to her, he laughed, and she felt the rumble of it vibrate through her straight to her pussy.

“You want to come?” he crooned. “You need permission. Ask me.”

“Please, Master, may I come?”

He released her arms and pinched her nipple. “Not yet.”

She grumbled indignantly. If he wasn't going to give her permission, why the hell did he make her ask for it? “Please?”

“You need to ask louder. I want everyone on this floor—everyone in the entire mansion—to know who's fucking you.”

Her pussy rippled with a mini-orgasm, her arousal dripping out of her from his words.

“Let's hear you,” he said loudly.

“Please, Master Cole, may I come?” she shouted. She threw her head back and groaned. “Please?”

“Yes, Danielle. Come with me. Now.” His hand drifted down from her breast to her pussy where he flicked her swollen clitoris and pounded into her once. Twice. Then froze.

His cock twitched and pulsed inside her, his hot release jetting against her walls, setting off her own climax. Her pussy gripped him, milking him as it clenched over and over again, sending pulsing waves of liquid heat through her body. “I'm coming. Oh, God, I'm coming so hard.” She shook from the force, and it if wasn't for Cole's body still pressing her into the glass, she would've fallen. “I think you killed me.”

Chuckling, he dragged her with him to the bed, and they both fell onto it, resting their heads on the pillow. His fingers played with the ends of her hair as he rained kisses down her cheek.

Her hand curled into his chest. “Does this mean we're going steady?”

He kissed the tip of her nose. “It means for as long as you're here, I'm your Master. You don't negotiate with anyone other than me unless it's in class, and no one touches you without my permission. It's not the traditional type of relationship you're seeking, but it's the only one I can offer.”

She tried not to think about tomorrow. “I want it. Whatever you can give, for however long you choose to give it, I accept. I belong to you and only you.” She leaned in and kissed him on the lips, sweeping her tongue into his mouth and reigniting her arousal.

He inched closer, slipping his hand under her pillow. She heard a rustling before he removed his hand, bringing with it the note left by the kidnapper. He frowned and started to flatten out the paper. “What's this?”

She seized it from his hand and jumped out of bed. “Oh, it's nothing. Just something I was working on. It's garbage.” She crumpled it up into a tighter ball and dropped it in the trash. “Nothing to worry about.”

She slid back into bed with him.

Nothing at all.

Chapter Twenty-One

M
UCH MORE REFRESHED
after having slept with Cole in her bed last night, Danielle locked her bedroom door behind her, a delicious soreness between her thighs to remind her she'd spent half the night making love. She turned around and smacked into Cassandra.

Cassandra wore a huge smile and little else, her silver mesh dress barely covering the tops of her thighs. “So rumor has it you and Master Cole got it on in the gallery. And then later in your room. In fact, half the floor heard you last night.” The smile slid away as if it had melted. “Just remember what we talked about. I don't want to see you hurt.”

Gracie stomped down the hall from the stairs and got in Cassandra's face. “What about hurting her?”

“Drop dead, Gracie.” Cassandra shoved Gracie backward. “I'm sick of you treating me like something you scraped off the bottom of your shoe. You're not the goddamn queen, and I'm sick of you acting like it.” She waved at Danielle. “I'll catch up with you later.”

It was sweet of Gracie to stick up for her. She was like an ankle-biting Chihuahua going after a Doberman pinscher.

Danielle threw her arms around Gracie's shoulders and led her down the hall. “She wasn't really threatening me. When I was upset last night, Cassandra gave me some advice. Of course, immediately after, she convinced me to negotiate a scene with Logan and then tried to get me in trouble with Cole.”

“Sounds like something she'd do. Whatever advice she gave you, I hope you did the opposite, because that girl only thinks about herself. The fact that he's falling for you hard has got to be eating her up inside.” Gracie began walking down the steps.

Danielle hurried behind her. “Falling for me. Why do you think that? Did he say anything to you?”

Laugher spilled from Gracie's lips. “Master Cole's different around you. He's more . . . attached. I've lived with him for years, and never has he spent so much time with one slave. I've got my money on you two.”

At the bottom of the stairs, she pulled Gracie in close to whisper into her ear. “I can't tell you everything, but I will say, he broke his rule with me. Several times.”

“You mean you and him . . . ?” Gracie's eyebrows rose. “That's huge. And speaking of huge, you are so frickin' lucky.” She spread her hands a foot a part from each other. “I bet he needs magnum-sized, am I right?”

Her stomach twisted, and nausea hit.

“Danielle? Are you okay?” Gracie asked.

Her mind raced. “Yes, I just remembered something. No big deal.”

In all the chaos, she'd forgotten her birth control pills in Arizona.

One would think that would've been the first thing on her mind when she discovered she'd be infiltrating a sex club, but Tasha's kidnapping had driven all rational thought from her head. She counted back and figured she had only missed a handful of pills.

It would be fine. She'd simply make sure they used condoms in the future.

“Danielle,” Cole said from behind her.

Breathless, she flipped around. “Good morning.” Noticing the trainees watching their interaction, she added, “Master.”

He leaned in as if he was going to kiss her but stopped before he made contact, sliding a glance at the trainees. “It is. I never got to show you how your pictures turned out. Since you have a few minutes before class begins, why don't we go to my office and I'll show you now?”

As the folds of her sex dampened, she shoved her concerns about the lack of condoms to the back of her mind. It had only been six hours since he was inside of her, and she could still feel him. Yet as sore as she was, she couldn't wait for him to fill her with his cock once again.

The trainees whispered to each other as Cole led her by the hand through the kitchen. She shrugged it off. Between having her shout out his name last night and this display of ownership, Cole obviously wanted everyone to know she belonged to him.

He brought her to his office and closed the door behind them. Then he crossed the room and reclined in his chair behind his desk, looking devilishly pleased with himself. “Pull up your skirt and sit on my lap.”

Her jaw dropped, and heat climbed her nape. “But I'll get your pants wet.”

He patted his leg. “They'll dry. But I'll have your pussy's scent on me all day to keep me company while I go downtown to see my banker.”

She glided to him, slowly lifting her skirt and revealing her bare skin underneath. “People are talking about us.” With her skirt around her waist, she settled sideways on his lap. “Cassandra mentioned something, and Gracie—”