Reno [Wolfe Brothers 2] (Siren Publishing Classic) (6 page)

“Play with your nipples, sub,” he ordered as he maneuvered an arm between them. His hand moved to her cunt. He pushed back the hood of her clit and sucked the hard kernel of her clit into his mouth.

She screamed and a flood of pussy juice covered his face as her orgasm had her arching her back. She twisted and handled her nipples much harder than he would have in this type of play, her thighs quaking around his head. Seconds later, he had moved her back down his body. His cock was poised at her entrance. “Shit!” Her heavy-lidded eyes looked at him.

“What’s wrong?”

“I need a condom. Get one out of the nightstand for me.” With all her wiggling against his cock, he was sure that he’d come before he ever got into her tight little pussy. He helped her put the sheath into place then pulled her back on top of him.

“You’re sure this is what you want to do?” He’d die if she changed her mind, but he had to know.

Her fingers wrapped around his cock as she placed it against her pussy. She held his eyes as she slowly moved back against him. “I need you to fuck me, Reno. I want to feel you deep in my pussy.”

Hands gripping her hips, he pushed her down onto his cock while thrusting up to meet her. Her gasp of pain was short-lived, but he didn’t move the small part of his cock that he’d managed to get inside of her. Her pussy rippled and sucked at him. His fingers curled into her hips as he tried to retain control.

He isn’t moving, she thought, why the hell isn’t he moving? “Please, sir, I need more.” She fought the hold he had on her hips as she lifted up and let her body slide down further onto him. “Oh, please fuck me hard,” she chanted as she began to ride him.

“Take more of my cock, honey,” he ordered as he landed a sharp blow to her right ass cheek. She began to ride in earnest then, sliding on and off of the top half of his cock, taking a little more with each downward motion. When she still wasn’t taking enough of his cock, he curled his arms around her shoulders and forced her down—hard.

He watched her face as ecstasy overcame her. Her pussy milked his cock, forcing jet after jet of cum to shoot into the condom.

A couple of minutes later, she eased off of him. “Thanks, Reno,” Trista whispered as she climbed off of him and sat down on the bed. Her breathing was still ragged, but her body was feeling fine. She wondered, briefly, if all men were as good at sex as him but didn’t want to inflate his ego by asking him. Smiling, she climbed out of the bed and went to find her bag.

“Where the hell are you going, pet?”

“Clothes and a shower, sir.”

“While you’re here, you don’t need to wear clothes,” he returned, amused at her outraged expression.

“What do you mean, I don’t need any clothes? I can’t be naked all the time. What if someone comes over?”

“We’ll see.”

“You’ve lost your damned mind if you think I’m going to walk around naked while your friends are here.”

“I said, we’ll see.”

Rolling her eyes, she left the room, muttering to herself the whole time. “We’ll see? I don’t fucking think so! Man’s lost his fucking mind.” She found her bag in the room next door then went to the bathroom. She tossed the suitcase and her toiletries bag onto the counter then turned the hot water on to let it warm up. Readjusting the temperature to get it right, she let the hot water rush over her sore body.

He’d never been with a virgin—even when he’d been one. She’d given him something that was precious, and her submission touched a part of him that he kept hidden back, making him feel uncomfortable. He didn’t like the exposed feeling…

Reno followed her into the bathroom, tossed his used condom into the toilet, and saw the suitcase sitting on the counter. He could still hear her, muttering and cursing about him and his ideas. He smiled and quietly slipped her suitcase out of the bathroom. He had the perfect place to stash it!

Trista shut the water off and reached for a towel. The shower had been relaxing, but she still wasn’t ready to concede to his wishes. After wrapping her long hair in a towel around her head, she walked over to get some clothes out of her suitcase.

“You smartass! Where did you put my clothes?” She stormed out of the room semicovered with the fluffy blue towel she’d used to dry off. She was going to hurt him so bad!

She found him in the kitchen fixing himself a cup of coffee. He brought the hot mug of java to his lips with a smile before he answered her. “Trista, I said you don’t need them here. If we have company, I’ll decide on whether or not you should dress.”

“I am
not
going to walk around all fucking day in my birthday suit, especially if you have company!”

“I’m not going to argue with you about this. That’s one of the rules of being in my house. My sub doesn’t wear clothes.”

“I’m not your fucking sub then!” Lord, she was going to cry, and she so did not want him to see her humiliation. “I was just a cheap piece of ass you had, and I’m fucking going home.” She turned and left the room, wiping tears as she did. She didn’t have to put up with this shit.

He caught her before she made it to the bedroom. He lifted her over his shoulder and carried her back into the living room. “Let me go!”

“Shut the fuck up before I gag you, dammit.” He gave her a harsh stroke against her ass. He tossed her onto the sofa and gave her a look that dared her to move.

She glared at him, but wisely kept her mouth shut. He paced around the room for a minute then opened a cabinet in the kitchen. He came back to her with some green nylon rope. “Don’t say a word, pet. You’ve earned this punishment.” He stood in front of her. Not bothering to motion for her hands, he just grabbed them roughly, twisted her around, and tied her hands behind her back before flipping her back over. He used the remaining rope to tie her feet together as well.

“As a rule,
pet
, I don’t want to show off my subs to just anyone, but since you had to argue with me and not follow my directions, you’ll enjoy an aspect of dominance and submission that you might not find in all your little romance books. It’s called humiliation.” He left her sitting up naked on the sofa and got his cup of coffee before returning to the living room area. He sat in a recliner so that he could simply stare at her.

“Xavier will be here in about an hour because he was going to see your sister first.” As she opened her mouth to protest, he got up and left the room. When he returned, he had a red ball gag in hand. “Open,” he demanded. When she refused, he put enough pressure on her jaw to force her to open her mouth. He put the gag in place then fastened it around her head.

“I would have had you dressed in enough time, but you had to question my authority. You will suffer the consequences.” He grabbed the remote for the large, flat-screen television and turned it on, ignoring her.

As she sat there glaring at him, she plotted all the ways she was going to kill him. This was crazy. Not only did she not want to be naked in front of his friends, she was pretty damned sure that they wouldn’t want to see her undressed either. For the love of God, why was he overreacting this way?

But he also said that he hadn’t planned to have her naked when Xavier came over, hadn’t he? He could be lying to her about that, but she really didn’t think he was. She knew from her sister that Reno sometimes had Xavier as his third when he was with a woman, but he hadn’t even broached that subject with her. Since she was pretty new to this whole thing, wouldn’t he have talked about it with her first?

As she considered both their reactions, she hung her head down. No, she didn’t want to be seen by his friends in her birthday suit. She knew she should have trusted him. Hadn’t he told her in the beginning that that was what a Dom/sub relationship was all about? Tears slowly flowed, but she held her sobs inside. She decided to accept her punishment and put the murder plans on hold, at least for now.

A knock at the door brought her out of her thoughts. She didn’t bother to look at him or the door, but she listened as he got up out of his seat and answered the door, heard him invite his partner inside, and heard their footsteps as they joined her in the living room.

“Hot damn, what do we have here?” A chuckle or two was shared between the two of them as Xavier took a seat next to her. “Looks like someone was really bad, Reno. Having trouble controlling your sub, man?”

“We had some issues this morning”—he took a long swig of coffee—“but we’re working on it.”

“Are you going to need a third?” Xavier let his eyes travel over her body. “Maybe an extra Dom to help train her?”

She didn’t move a damned muscle, afraid that if she did, Reno would give him the go ahead. While she’d only gotten close to him in the last couple of days, she didn’t want to try this relationship with someone else. She kept her head down and her body still, hoping beyond hope that he would find her “trusting” response to be acceptable.

“I think I’ve got her under control, but I’ll let you know if something should arise.” She heard Reno’s reply and gave a “thank you” mantra in her head. While Xavier was a sexy man, she didn’t want him to be her Dom.

“If you change your mind, I’d love to have a hand in helping to tame your beauty here.” Xavier gave her one last look before getting down to business. “I spoke with Arianna. She thinks her father has been laundering money for a while now and that he’s been caught.” He nodded over to Trista before he continued. “He thinks he can buy his way out of this situation by selling his virgin daughter to his boss in exchange for his life.”

“How would he know if she’s a virgin?” Reno asked his partner.

“Seems the bastard knows her gynecologist. The good old doctor is reporting back to her old man.”

“Do you trust what Arianna’s said? She isn’t the most loving person in Trista’s life.”

“She said that while she has never been a good sister to Trista, she can’t stand the thought of their father doing this. She also said that her mother knows and is trying to help but didn’t say how.”

“Help whom, her husband or her daughter?”

“Bro, Arianna
thinks
her mother is trying to help Trista, but she isn’t sure. Both of them are used to living high on the hog so to speak, but maybe they suddenly grew a heart.” Xavier sat back and raised an arm over the back of the sofa.

“Did you hear who they have at Trista’s house?” Reno questioned Xavier.

“No, Captain said that he’d have to find someone but didn’t say who.”

“He’s got Mandy Woods. If anyone tries to get into that house, she’ll have his balls for garters.” Mandy was a beauty, but she excelled at hand-to-hand combat and could outshoot almost every man at the station. She scared most of the men off because of her abilities.

“Good choice. Has anyone been able to get into his computer or bug his office?”

“We’re working on it. We won’t be able to use it in court, but we could at least find out who the other players are.” Xavier stood, taking another chance to longingly stare at the naked sable-headed beauty that he wouldn’t get a chance to have. “I could really hate you for this, Chief.”

“For what, asshole?” Reno hated when his coworkers referred to him as Chief. He was a member of the Chippewa tribe through his mother, but he was in no way, shape, or form a chief.

“You got her first.” Xavier leaned down and placed a chaste kiss on her cheek. “Let me know if you get tired of him. I’m a great Dom with lots of patience,” he whispered before he stood up.

“I heard that, dammit! Hands and lips off—this one is mine alone.”

“I never knew you were that damned stingy, but I’m getting out of here while I can. Captain said to stay with her. You did take apart her cell, right?”

More cursing could be heard behind her. She didn’t have the phone location app on her phone, but she couldn’t tell him that. They rummaged through her pocketbook and disassembled her cell. Seconds later, she heard the door open and close as she was again alone with Reno.

When he returned, he carried a bagel on a plate and another cup of coffee, this time for her. He removed her bindings and gag before instructing her to eat. She kept her head down and didn’t even argue that she didn’t drink black coffee. Instead, she swallowed the bitter brew and picked at her bagel.

“You don’t like coffee?” he asked as he watched her pick at her breakfast.

“I do, but I like my coffee slutty.” She kept her voice low and still wouldn’t look at him yet.

“How do you get slutty coffee?”

“Milk and sugar—it’s got to be all dressed up and ready to go.” As she dared a glance at his face, she saw him smile.

He came to her and picked up her coffee. “How slutty do you want it, honey?”

“Real sweet and light.”

When he brought her back her coffee, she reached for his hand. He handed her the cup and sat down beside her. “I’m sorry, sir.”

“What are you sorry for?” Hell, anyone could say the damned words, he thought. What mattered was whether she understood what the punishment was for.

“For not trusting you.” Her violet eyes were teary again. “I should have trusted you to take care of me, but I didn’t.” Sniffling, she continued, “I let my past experiences influence my behavior.”