She's All Tied Up: Club 3, Book 2 (25 page)

She looked and saw everything he described. And his words, the certainty in his deep voice, soothed the humiliation of letting someone talk her into allowing him to subjugate her will to his, of letting him spank her and then give her two explosive orgasms his way, without any choice in the matter.

“Now c’mere, baby,” Jake said, holding out his hand. “Think I want another one of those kisses.”

And she walked back to him naked, climbed astride his thighs and kissed him while he fondled her and teased her by tweaking the tail.

“My pretty pony,” he said. “Gonna eat your pussy with this in you. Like to feel you come in my mouth while it vibrates through you.”

Carlie bit her lip as her pussy spasmed at the thought of that.

He watched her and then reached back to flip the vibrator on. “We could play some more now. Ask me nice, maybe I’ll let you come on my fingers.”

Since he thrust his fingers carefully into her soaking depths as he spoke, she answered only with a quiet gasp.

“Everything all right in here?”

As Dack spoke from the doorway, Carlie dove into Jake’s arms, burrowing her face into his throat as if she could hide. Jake’s arms closed around her, one arm over her ass, one big hand holding the back of her head.

“Fine, brother. You can move on.”

Dack chuckled. “Damn, your sub looks cute with a tail. Have to get one of those for Daisy.”

“Get blue,” Jake said. “Pink is already taken.”

“Got that. Well, looks like she doesn’t enjoy company, so I’ll move on.”

Jake’s jaw brushed her hair as he nodded. The door closed, but Carlie stayed where she was, quivering with shame.

“It’s okay, baby,” Jake soothed. “Just Dack, checking on everyone.”

She shook her head, her face still buried against his throat. “No. I… He saw me naked—with
a tail
.”

“Doesn’t matter. He’s one of the head doms; he sees a lot. Won’t tell anybody.”

But she’d have to face Daisy’s boyfriend, knowing that he’d seen her naked, with a kinky toy in her ass. A chill crawled down her bare back. “May I take it out now, please?”

“Done, huh? Nothin’ like hittin’ one of your hard limits to break the mood.”

She gave a sigh of relief as the vibrator shut off. “Hard limits?”

He patted her thigh. “Let me get this thing out. Then we’ll talk.”

Carlie wrinkled her nose as Jake dealt with the vibrator. He reached to pull a soft, burgundy throw around her back and shoulders. He leaned back against the headboard, bringing her with him so she lay in his arms, her head on his shoulder. It was heaven, cocooned in warmth and strength, her body relaxed, although her bottom was definitely giving her twinges, inside and out.

Jake stroked her back through the throw. “All right?”

She was, she realized with some shock. She was more than okay. Her body was still humming from two orgasms, and she was feeling triumphant for having tried a kinky new sex act. “Except for Dack walking in on us.”

“Hard limit,” he repeated. “You don’t like to be watched, so we won’t do that. Not thrilled about other doms looking at you naked, anyway. I like the way you walk into the club, so ladylike, then strip down just for me.”

“You do?”

He nodded, and she smiled.

“Think you like watching a little, though.”

Carlie’s skin flushed as he dipped his chin enough to look into her face. It had been kind of exciting watching the man and woman. The wax play, not so much.

“Fuck,” he muttered, a smile in his voice. “You light up like an incendiary for me, I put my hands and mouth on you, my cock in you, but talk about sex and I don’t know if you’ll be turned on or embarrassed.”

She ducked her head under his chin, nestling close to inhale the scent of his skin. He smelled so good, and he radiated heat through the blanket. She loved his hand stroking her back through the blanket. “Watching is weird. Talking about it is even weirder. I’m…not used to innuendo or sex words, I guess. My parents are vanilla, clear through.”

“I figured.” He lifted his free hand to play with a long curl of her hair, winding it around his finger. His nails were neatly trimmed, although his hands were calloused and he had a healing cut on his thumb as well as the bruise on his knuckles. “So no one watching, except the dom on patrol. They check in, look through the window, move on. Not negotiable. Gonna push you in other ways, though.”

She peered up at him. “Um…what other ways?”

“Some nipple clamps—light ones. More ass play,” he said calmly, his voice near her ear. “Use a bigger vibrator. My cock when I think you’re ready.”

Nipple clamps she couldn’t even process right now, not when he was talking about putting bigger things in her ass. Carlie made a sound of sheer negation, shaking her head as she peered up into his eyes. “Uh, no. No. Jake, you’re…really big.”

“We’ll see. You fuckin’ loved pony play.”

“No,” she protested, shame slamming into her again. “I just did it because you wanted me to.”

He shook his head. “Don’t lie to yourself, Carlie. You came fast, you came hard, your pussy worked my fingers and my cock like a fist. You loved it. Didn’t you?”

It was okay, she reminded herself. This was a safe place to experiment sexually, to let Jake teach her things.

“Okay,” she whispered. “But—”

“Nope, you’re not the one who decides. You came to me to submit, and that’s what you’re gonna do,” he went on in that hard tone of absolute certainty that sent shivers of secret pleasure to her core. “You’re gonna take what I give you, and you’re gonna come when I tell you to, as many times as I want you to.”

He wrapped his hand in her hair at the back of her head and pulled, tipping her head back so he was looking down into her face. “Aren’t you, baby?”

“Yes, Jake.” Her pussy contracted with pleasure.

Satisfaction gleamed in his eyes. “That’s my good sub.”

He kissed her, still holding her hair, and Carlie kissed him back. This she could do all night. And apparently Jake was in no hurry either, as the kiss lasted a long time, hot and sweet and deep.

The club door shut behind the last happy member, and Jake sighed as he checked the lock. Shit, he was tired. He flipped his phone out and checked the time. Three a.m., no wonder. Carlie had gone home hours ago, wandering out with a last little smile for him. But his night had not been over.

He’d kept an eye on the upper floor, stepping in when a new dom got a little too enthusiastic flogging his equally new sub, whose eyes were wide with pain over his ball gag. Jake had removed the gag and stepped back, letting them finish their scene. Then he’d had a word with the dom, reminding him that he needed to make sure his sub was with him at all times and that he wasn’t just using the other man to get off. Embarrassed and upset at himself, the other man had nodded vehemently, then gone back to cuddle his sub for a while.

Jake had also introduced two couples, one new pair who wanted to watch and another who loved to be watched, and shown them to an empty room upstairs. He’d walked out frowning to himself, because he had not wanted to invite them into that room. It was the room he’d used with Carlie, both times, and some part of him wanted to keep it that way.

Outside in the hallway, he shook it off. What the hell was he doing, making his thing with Carlie into something more than it was? It was a hookup at the club, that was all. And if that left a cold hollow in his gut, he needed to man up and get the fuck over it. He did not do relationships. Wasn’t cut out for it, even if she was. Sooner or later, she’d move on, find a man who wanted to settle down.

Fuck, he needed a drink.

He sat with Dack and Trace in the office, where they talked over the night. For once, when Trace held the bottle of whiskey out, Jake held his empty glass for a refill.

“So things went well with Carlie this time,” Dack said lazily, leaning his head back on his chair.

Jake nodded, watching as he swirled the amber liquid in his glass. “Yeah. All good.”

“She’s a good woman,” Trace reflected, rocking back in his chair. “I was gonna settle down, I’d want someone like her.”

Jake grunted and took another drink. The burn settled in his stomach and spread, but the heat could not dispel the chill there. “Yeah, well, she may, but it won’t be with me.”

His friends respected his space, knew why he needed it. They knew he had a mother who’d been a neglectful whore when she was in his life, then had taken off when he was a kid. That he had Ray, who was still in his life but who’d never grown up.

Tonight, however, Trace would not let it go. “Jake, love you like a brother, but you’re so full of shit, wonder your eyes aren’t brown.”

“Oh, you mean like yours?”

Trace held up his drink, lifting one finger away to point it at Jake. “Serious. Man, you need someone just like Carlie. And a whole pack of rugrats hanging on you. Just because you had a shitty childhood, doesn’t mean you can’t be happy.”

Jake reared his head back. “Who are you, Dr. Phil? I’m happy. Got pussy, got the gym, got my own place. Gonna get a dog… I’m good.”

His friends stared at him, both with disbelief.

“What?” he demanded, his temper fraying.

Dack shook his head. “A dog? You listenin’ to yourself, Stone? Christ, you sound like a spinster with a bunch of fuckin’ cats. That’s not a life, not forever, anyway.”

“I’m thirty-five, for Chrissake, not forty.” Jake drained his glass. “And I’ll repeat, I’m not cut out for family shit.”

“The hell you’re not.” Dack was dead serious now, his heavy brows furrowed. “You can’t even see yourself, can you? You’re a guardian, Jake. Took care of your troops when you were in the service, take care of the club members, new doms and especially the subs. Reason why they ask for you, and it ain’t your looks, like Trace. It’s because they know they’re completely safe with you, no matter how far out you take ’em.”

Jake stared at him, Dack’s words reverberating in his mind. A guardian. Him?

“Nah, I just wanna be in control,” he muttered, shaking his head. “Dom, that’s all.”

Trace drained his glass and grinned at him. “You’re a natural father, that’s what. Had a good one, know what it looks like.”

“So’d I,” Dack added.

Jake sat, feeling as if he’d been hit with a mortar round as the two men who knew him best and mattered most toasted him in unison.

“Give you a couple of years, you’ll be married,” Trace said.

“One,” Dack corrected, a devil in his eye.

“Oh, fuck no,” Jake growled, reaching for the bottle. Now they’d gone too far. “Never,
ever
gettin’ married. Ever.”

He slugged back another shot of whiskey.

Dack rose, levering his tall frame smoothly from his chair. “Whatever, man. I gotta go. You gonna be all right?”

“Not gonna get shit-faced like someone we know.” He’d watched his father do that over a woman one too many times.

Dack grimaced. “That’s good. Think you better stay the night, though.”

“Leave your truck keys in the desk,” Trace agreed. “Grab a bed.”

Jake was still sober enough to know they were right. “Fine. Just quit talkin’, all right?”

Trace clapped him on the shoulder as he passed, and Dack put his hand on Jake’s head, rocking it from one side to the other in farewell.

“See you, man.”

“Night, Jake.”

Jake merely grunted in reply. Their footsteps faded, the front door thudded shut, and the quiet of the empty club settled around him, no sound but the soft whoosh of the air-conditioning.

He sat slouched in his chair, but part of him wanted to surge out of it, grab something and smash it. Use all the power in the muscles he devoted so much time to keeping strong and work out the turmoil of what felt uncomfortably like fear in his gut.

Couldn’t they see he was not the man they thought him? He wanted things to stay the way they were
now
. It was great that Carlie was his sub, but he wanted her to stay that way, not wiggle her pretty fingers into every crevice of his life. No way in hell he’d let her in so deep that she could rip him open from the inside out, leave him bleeding.

No, he was a dom. He got sex, he had control, that was enough. And he’d make sure she understood that.

Chapter Eighteen

Carlie had the best week of her summer so far. The weather was gorgeous, in the eighties but not too hot. She’d had great sex with Jake Saturday night, and the warm feeling she got whenever she thought of him said maybe, just maybe, their relationship would become something more, something deeper.

Humming to herself, Carlie worked to get her sandals on and her workout and shower gear into her gym bag. Then she rose, checked her appearance in the mirror and picked up her gym bag and purse. Since she was wearing a black-and-white flowered sun dress with a picture collar, cut-in shoulders and a flippy skirt that hit her just above the knee, she smiled at her reflection. On her feet were her favorite black sandals, T-strap platforms that showed off her new deep coral pedicure. Her hair was damp, but she was not about to spend time drying it when the moment she stepped outside she would begin to perspire in the summer heat. Damp hair would feel good.