Zeck (3 page)

“Enjoying the view, Monsieur
Krys
?”

“You know I am.”

“Tell her what you’re thinking. A big part of this
lifestyle is communication, voicing our wants and desires. I do believe sweet
Issy
would enjoy hearing your opinion on her derriere.”

I cleared my throat a couple of times. I was used to
joking my way through whenever I felt at all awkward, but I couldn’t now. I
knew a joke in this moment would destroy this beautiful creature before me. And
that was the last thing I wanted.

“Baby, you have the sexiest
arse
I’ve ever seen and I’m barely holding back from finding out if it’s as soft as
it looks.”

A dark chuckle came from Brian as
Issy
carefully folded the dress before she placed it on a nearby chair.

“Thank you, Monsieur.”

Her face was lowered, but I caught the slight blush
over her cheeks as she turned to move back to stand in front of Brian.

“You’ll find out soon enough.”

Ignoring the promise in Brian’s words, I folded my
arms across my chest once again to keep from reaching out for her as I took in
her posture. She looked so sensual standing in her underwear. Her feet were
shoulder width apart and her arms were behind her back. Each hand cupped the
opposite elbow. Her head was lowered, facing the floor as she calmly waited.

Brian walked over to a nearby table and lifted a
bundle of rope that matched
Issy’s
g-string in color.
How much planning went into these scenes? I couldn’t believe they’d fluked the
rope matching her underwear. I opened my mouth to ask but stopped before I said
anything.
Issy
gracefully leaned forward and kissed
the center of the coil of rope as Brian held it out. When Brian shook out the
bundle, I was transfixed. The rest of the club disappeared. All I could see was
that emerald rope and
Issy’s
fair skin. Brian’s
movements were fast but smooth as he bound her arms together. Every knot formed
part of an intricate pattern. Once he’d finished with her arms he moved to
stand in front of her again.

“Where are we, pet?”

“Green, Monsieur.”

Her breathy voice had my dick twitching against my
leather pants. Brian glanced at me with a raised eyebrow and a smirk.

“Turn around and show Monsieur
Krys
how amazing you look from the front, pet.”

My mouth watered when she turned. I’d seen her breasts
last night, but not up close like this. They were large and soft and tipped
with stiff pink nipples. What I’d give to wrap my lips around them both.
Brian’s hands shifted to lift the mounds, and I groaned as he released them and
they fell back where they were. I licked my dry lips.

“You are stunning.”

“Thank you, Monsieur.”

Damn, that breathy voice of hers was going to have me
coming in my pants. I ran the heel of my palm over my length through the
leather. Brian grinned as he shook his head at me, and I shrugged. It was
pretty obvious this little scene was arousing the hell out of me.

Brian moved in front of her and pulled a length of
rope over each shoulder. He made short work of binding her breasts so they sat
high and thrust out begging for some loving. He moved down her torso creating a
pattern of diamonds over her flesh. Taking a deep breath, I took her in. Her
face looked so serene and peaceful. I doubted she was aware of anything going
on around her, other than the feel of the rope. In that moment I decided I
would master
shibari
. I wanted to put that look on
Issy’s
face. There was something about this woman that
called to me like no other ever had … and I was sure it wasn’t simply because
she was the first I’d seen tied up. Since walking in the door tonight, I’d had
to turn down a couple of scantily clad
submissives
who offered me their services. One was particularly persistent, but she’d had
that glint in her eye that said she knew who I was so I’d had no trouble
turning her down. Several times. But
Issy
, I knew I’d
never be able to turn her sweetness away.

****

Monique

I ran my tongue over my front teeth as I glared across
the room. That little bitch had known
Zeck
was mine
if he came back, and what did she do? Showed him how easy she was with anyone
who could tie a knot. It was pathetic. The slutty little Australian should go
back home and leave men like
Zeck
to be handled by a
real woman. Like me.

I’d been putting up with this little hellhole for
months waiting for someone powerful or famous to come through the doors. I
deserved to get my payoff for all I’d suffered. Letting these so-called
Doms
beat on my ass night after night. A shudder ran
through me. I couldn’t fake it for much longer. I needed to find myself a man,
someone rich that could afford to take care of me.

I was a little surprised Brian hadn’t chosen a private
room for this little scene of his.
Zeck
was obviously
new to this kink crap. He was standing to the side watching Brian tie the
little tart up. Sure, he was sporting an impressive erection, but come on. The
man had bare tits in his face and he was only male. It didn’t mean he needed
this lifestyle to be happy. If I caught him soon enough, I could convince him a
nice normal girl was what he really needed. I patted my hair, making sure it was
all still perfectly in place. He needed someone perfectly presented that would
handle being in the media. Basically, he needed me.

A growl escaped my throat when
Zeck
helped Brian strap the little tart down to a bench.
Oh great.
They were going to spank the little slut. I barely held
in the urge to curl my lip. The silly twit looked like she actually enjoyed it.
Her face was lax with bliss as Brian showed
Zeck
how
to slap her ass. I huffed. Like any man needed instructions on how to slap a
lump of flesh that big. You couldn’t miss even if you closed your eyes! I’d
never understood society’s fascination with curvy women. I spent hours every
day in the gym to keep my figure tight and trim. Unlike the fat Australian,
there was no soft dimply flesh on my body.

Bile rose up my throat when
Zeck
pulled his palm back and landed a blow on her ass. The idiot was smiling like
he’d found a case of money. I ran my palms down my dress, looking like I was
simply checking everything was how it should be. When I reached my special
hidden pocket, I pressed the button to activate the small camera I had
carefully set up. I hoped I was close enough to get enough to work with. I
tapped my finger a few times, taking more photos of
Zeck
beating the fat tart’s ass.

I shook my head with a huff when the silly man moved
to press himself against the tart’s now red ass. He was pressing that
impressive length of his against her.
Damn
it!
It should be me he was sexing up, not her. I tapped another couple of
pictures vowing to make him pay for ignoring me. When all this was over, he
would come to me. He would need a nice pretty normal woman to show the world he
wasn’t an abusive asshole like the rest of them in here. And conveniently, I’d
be there to help soothe his hurt ego and help him move on from this horrible
mistake.

When
Zeck
helped the tart
straighten from the bench, he palmed her breasts and kissed her shoulder. Like
they were lovers or some shit. Gagging, I turned and strode to the change room.
I’d seen all I could handle for tonight, and now I had work to do. I so loved
the digital age. All I had to do was go home, upload the images and send off a
few emails. I grinned. I may even be able to make some money out of the photos.

“You’re calling it a night early. Everything okay?”

I turned toward
Raine
with
as sweet a smile as I could manage. I needed to keep up the facade a little
longer.

“I’m feeling a little ill, so I’m heading home. Night,
Madame.”

Raine
didn’t respond, but I
could feel her gaze on me until I slipped through the door to the change room.
I sighed as I leaned back against the closed door. The room was empty. After a
couple deep breaths, I headed to my locker and quickly changed. I needed to get
home and work out how best to use my new pretty pictures.

Chapter Two

Zeck

Propped up on one elbow I swept my gaze over the
beauty lying beside me.
Issy
was on her side facing
me and sound asleep. Her golden hair was a mess around her face, and her
relaxed expression made her look so sweet and innocent. I knew better. I
grinned as I remembered all we’d done over the course of the night. My little
Aussie was a wild one.

Lightly with a single fingertip, I traced over a line
of red that curved from her ribs to under her breast. She truly loved being
bound in rope. When I’d first seen the scrapes and bruising last night I’d
panicked. I hated that she’d been hurt. But she was quick to soothe my fears.
Turned out, she loves the marks. Apparently they helped her remember how great
she’d felt tied up. Crazy girl. Although, I was fairly certain I was as crazy
as she was because when her skin had turned red beneath my palm last night I’d
felt ten feet tall. I wanted to see my marks on her. I wanted to possess her.

My heart ached, and alarm bells went off in my mind.
I’d never felt this sort of connection with a woman before. I’d known her for
less than twenty-four hours but already she was vital to me. I needed her.

Fuck.

This was what Dillon must have felt when he first met
Ashlyn. I understood now. I stroked down
Issy’s
soft
skin until my palm rested over her flat stomach. The skin was tight and smooth.
What would it look like swollen with life? I shook my head. Watching Dillon and
Ashlyn was getting to me. I wasn’t ready to be a father. And I sure as hell
wasn’t going to get a woman pregnant after only knowing her for one bloody day!

Pulling my hand away I rubbed my eyes and rolled onto
my back. What was I going to do? I was falling in deep with
Issy
.
I didn’t want to send her away. But I knew I couldn’t keep her. Between all the
rounds of hot sex, we’d talked. I knew she had less than a month before she had
to go home to Australia. Would that be enough? Could I send her off home after
having
her
for weeks? Maybe it would be easier to send
her on her way today. The way my heart was aching, I knew after that amount of
time I’d be head over heels for her and would happily beg her to stay. A smile
slipped over my face. No, I wouldn’t be begging. I’d simply tie her up so she
couldn’t go.

Soft fingers slid over my chest snagging my attention.

“Morning, lover.”

I shivered as her touch caused goosebumps to rise. And
that voice… It got me hard every time I heard it. Not that I wasn’t already
hard from watching her sleep.

“Morning, beautiful. Sleep well?”

She chuckled, and the sound eased the tension from me.
My worries fled as I rolled over to cover her body with mine. I loved how we
fit together, her curves cushioning my hard edges.

“What’s so funny?”

I took her wrists in one hand and held them over her
head. She arched her spine and her eyes dilated. I nuzzled my face into her
neck and nipped at her skin. She squirmed, rubbing her pelvis against mine. I
shuddered when the underside of my dick slid over her slick pussy.

“Stop it. Hold still and take what I give you,
ma
sourmises
.”

I’d picked up a few words at the club, and I rather
liked the French word for submissive.
Sourmises
had a certain ring to it. Her body stilled, except
for her chest. That rose and fell as her breathing rate picked up. Her musk
filled the air, and I decided I could get used to this. The control gave me a
high like nothing else had since those first few concerts. But it was more than
control.
Issy
was trusting me fully to take care of
her.

Glancing around the bed, I spotted the robe-belt I’d
used last night. Snatching it up, I made quick work of tying her wrists to the
headboard of the bed.

“Please, Monsieur.”

Kneeling between her spread legs I smiled down at her.
She was so beautiful. I stroked myself as I took in all her marks and small
bruises from last night.

“Don’t you worry, baby. This is going to please us
both.”

I leaned forward and palming a breast, took her nipple
into my mouth where I sucked and bit at it until she was whimpering. My dick
was throbbing with each little sound she made, and I quickly gave the other
side the same treatment. I wasn’t going to last much longer. I needed to be
inside her again.

Brian had told me that a Dom needed to learn control,
but with
Issy
I wasn’t sure I’d ever be able to hold
myself back for long. I reached over to snag a condom from the bedside cupboard
and rolled it over my aching length.
Issy
moaned as
she watched me, her curvy body trembling as she tried to stay still for me. I
ran my palms up her thighs, spreading her legs wider. Her waxed flesh was
glossy with her arousal. I licked my lips as I lowered toward her. When I was
less than an inch from where I desperately wanted to lick I stopped. Forcing
myself to slow down.
Control
. I
needed to control myself and the situation to bring us both higher. I knew from
last night it would be worth it.

I blew gently over her, and she moaned and the muscles
beneath my palms tensed. Poor girl was struggling to stay still.

I kept teasing with light touches and gentle breaths
until she was begging. Looking up her body to her sweaty face I paused to take
in the sight and to lick my dry lips. I’d always liked sex, but it had never
given me this sort of pleasure before. The trust
Issy
put in me, the control she gave me was beyond exciting.

I covered her core with my mouth and thrust my tongue
deep. Her fruity taste flowed over my tongue, and I swallowed her down. With a
growl I pushed her thighs wider and delved deeper. I’d had my mouth on her last
night, but it hadn’t been enough. I was addicted. Somehow, overnight,
Issy
had become the center of my world. Alarm bells rang,
but they were a distant thing in the back of my mind and easy to ignore.
Especially when
Issy
bucked against my tongue and
filled my mouth with her cream as my ears rang with her scream.
Oh hell yeah.
I could definitely get
used to this.

I rose up over her shuddering body and entered her
with one hard thrust while she was still coming down from her climax. Her pussy
clenched around me, and I had to stop and take a deep breath to stop myself
from coming already. She felt so bloody good, but I wasn’t ready for it to be
over yet. Leaning over her I took a nipple between my teeth and tugged, loving
how she gasped and moaned as her flesh stretched up before I let go when she
arched her spine. After suckling the sting from her, I repeated the process on
the other side. As I sucked gently on her other nipple she whimpered and
swiveled her hips, trying to get me to move. I growled and pulled free of her
body.

“Naughty
sourmises
.”

With a couple of tugs I had her hands free, then
flipped her over and gave her lush ass five quick smacks. My dick twitched as
her skin started to redden. With another growl I thrust back into her from
behind. With a firm grip on her hips I thrust deep, loving how she whimpered at
the invasion. I kept up a fast hard rhythm until my balls tightened. Releasing
one hip, I slid my right hand up between her breasts to lift her back against
me. I stopped thrusting a moment to turn her face to the side so I could kiss
her. While our tongues dueled I started moving within her again. Pulling away
from her mouth, I slid my left hand around to roll a nipple and tug on the
tight peak.

She threw her head back against my shoulder and
screamed as her pussy clenched tight around me and her whole body convulsed. A
tingle ran down my spine, and my dick kicked and jerked within her as I
orgasmed like never before. Laying my mouth on the soft skin of her throat I
sucked hard. I need to mark her, for the world to see she was mine.

****

Issy

I jerked awake to pounding on the door.

“
Zeck
? Get your
arse
out here, man. We’ve got a shit-storm brewing, and
you’re in the center of it.”

The arm around my middle tightened and a kiss was
pressed against the back of my neck.
Hmmm,
Zeck
has the softest lips.
I could quite happily
lie here being kissed by him forever.

His hand slid between my thighs, and I gasped and
arched against him as he toyed with my clit. Then the banging started up again.

“
Zeck
, this is a very
serious matter that needs your immediate attention. You have one minute, or I’m
coming in to get you.”

I echoed
Zeck’s
groan when
he pulled his talented fingers away from me.

“I’d better go deal with whatever has crawled up
Phillip’s
arse
this morning. Why don’t you go have a
shower? I’ll be in there to help you in a few minutes.”

I rolled over and frowned up at him.

“That guy sounded pretty pissed. I somehow doubt this
is a quick fix situation.”

He leaned in and kissed me until my mind fogged.

“Knowing you’re all wet and waiting for me will have
me sorting out whatever this is in seconds, baby. Phillip’s our manager, and he
gets his knickers in a knot regularly. Now, go on and get started.”

Cupping his face, I leaned up for another kiss before
with a sigh I rolled away and headed to the bathroom that was bigger than my
entire apartment.
Wow.
I’d never been
in a penthouse before, but I could see the appeal. Twisting the lever I started
the opulent shower going before I rummaged through the basket of goodies to
find
some body
wash and shampoo.

Half an hour later I had totally run out of things to
wash. I’d even washed my hair twice before conditioning it for longer than it
had ever been moisturized before. Now that my fingers had gone wrinkly I’d
decided to call it quits and stop waiting for
Zeck
to
join me.

I couldn’t help but moan when I wrapped a fluffy white
towel around me. These were not the scratchy threadbare things I remembered
from my hotel stays. Damn, but the rich certainly knew how to holiday. I smiled
and my heart skipped a beat as I ran the terrycloth over the red scrapes from
last night. I’d always loved being bound in rope, but last night had been
different.
Zeck
had turned it into so much more than
simply a Dom servicing a sub.

That was what I’d realized over the course of the
previous evening. All my other experiences had been with
Doms
who had no real feeling for me. Despite only having just met
Zeck
, he’d showed me that he desired me for more than my
ability to say “yes, monsieur”. Between our bouts of incredibly hot sex, we’d
talked. I’d discovered the real man behind Right Time’s resident jokester. Even
if it was only to myself, I had to admit that I’d fallen half in love with him
with each little piece of his soul he revealed. He was kind and thoughtful.
Donating his time and money whenever he saw a need. He was also feeling guilty.
He was envious of his band-mate’s happiness. I’d seen the odd headline but
hadn’t bothered reading the articles about Dillon knocking up a woman.
Apparently they were now happily married and about to have their baby. And my
soft hearted
Zeck
was struggling to joke through his
emotions.

It had shocked me at first how deep he was. I’d
naively thought he was all about the fame and just a pretty face. But he was so
much more than that. He’d taken to BDSM like a duck to water. He’d confessed
how out of control he’d felt for so long. I’d never really considered how much
of a singer’s life was dictated to them by managers and schedules.

I rummaged back through the basket until I found a
brush. I shook my head with a laugh. That basket had everything anyone could
possibly need in the bathroom. As I combed out my very well conditioned hair I
remembered why I had been drawn to BDSM. My father was a workaholic and my
mother a socialite who only had kids because everyone else was doing it. I’d
spent my whole life picking up after her and making sure my younger sister was
okay. I’d always needed to be in control and to take charge to get things done.
The idea of a man coming in and taking over, while keeping my best interests at
heart, sounded pretty damn good to me. Although, I was certain I couldn’t
handle a man who wanted that amount of control outside the bedroom.
Zeck
didn’t come across as someone who’d want that level of
submission.

Then the first time I’d stepped into the club and seen
a woman strung from the ceiling something clicked inside me. Rope was my thing.
Honestly, the harder stuff like knife and flame play made me cringe.

With a sigh, I headed out the door back to the
bedroom. The outer door was open an inch, and deep angry male voices floated
into the room.

“I repeat,
Zeck
. There’s
photos! The press have damn photographic evidence of you beating a woman! What
were you thinking? Right Time does not need another scandal.”