BREAKAWAY (The Dartmouth Cobras) (14 page)

"Yeah, but . . . hey, we're starting the playoffs in a few days." Luke retreated until his back hit the wall and held up his hands. His throat worked as he swallowed. "Might be a bad idea for you to—"

"I won't hurt you." Sebastian let his tone drop as he reached out and fisted his hand into the front of Luke's shirt. "Lace your fingers behind your neck."

Luke obeyed, and Sebastian studied him for a moment, taking note of the way Luke's dick had swelled in the confined of his leathers. He smiled as he ran the blunt side of the blade down the curve of Luke's throat and pinned him to the wall with the press of his hips. Their dicks rubbed together through the layers of leather.

"I haven't cut you, haven't done much to you at all, but you're already reacting to the threat of having the knife touch your flesh."

"Oh, God." Luke's eyes fluttered shut. "I think I get it now."

"Do you?" Sebastian slipped the blade between them and Luke went perfectly still. He gave himself enough space to cut the top two buttons off Luke's shirt. "Imagine me using this knife to cut all your clothes from your body. Then I may or may not use something else on your skin. You wouldn't know, because I wouldn't let you see. I'd only let you feel."

"Ramos . . . ."

"Sebastian."

"Fuck, Seb—" Luke's breath came out in hot little pants. "Stop. Please stop."

Sebastian let out a harsh, cruel laugh. He would stop before things went too far. At this point, he could still play it off as having taught the young man a lesson. But way Luke's lips parted tempted him to do more. So he spoke loud enough for everyone around them to hear. "Stop is not a
safeword
, Luke. Say it or I
will
hurt you."

Luke shook his head. Then scowled. "Red. Happy?"

The boy was much smarter than people gave him credit for.

"Yes. You were very good, niño." Sebastian moved away from Luke and placed the knife on the table. He grinned at Callahan when the man chuckled, then waved Luke away. "I believe Demyan has taken a couple of waitresses to the classroom. Why don't you join him?"

"Why don't you go home and teabag your mom." Luke shoved his hands in his pockets and stalked away.

Staring after the young man, Sebastian shook his head. He hated leaving Luke like that. Likely confused by his own reactions. Possibly angry at himself for having them. But it would be better for him to find a woman to slake his arousal with. Safer if he proved to himself, and to Sebastian, that he was a heterosexual man with no interest in experimenting with his own sex.

Because Sebastian didn't know if he could restrain himself again if Luke gave him another opening. And he didn't want to put the young man in the same position he was in, having to hide who he was from his teammates. Being submissive was hard enough for him to deal with, but if he found a
Domme
the others would accept it as they had with Tyler.

Unfortunately, he would likely look for a sub. A young woman who he could Dom because that would make him feel more like a man.

A damn pity. For him and the woman.
Neither would be satisfied, but there was nothing Sebastian could do about it.

For awhile, he wondered aimlessly around the club, trying to distract himself by doing his job monitoring the many scenes. He caught sight of Luke from time to time. First at the bar. Then observing a whipping. Something drew him away and Sebastian sighed with relief. His relief died a quick death as he spotted a girl with dark blue hair slipping out the back door with Luke close behind her.

Mi cielo.
He ground his teeth as he checked his watch. Ten minutes before he could leave. He wouldn't abandon his post, but as soon as it was over . . .

I'll be damned if I lose them both.

* * * *

Jami had never seen anything so fucking . . .
hot.
From the shadows of the stairwell, she watched all the scenes going on around her in a daze, not sure where to look because everything fascinated her.

I wish Akira was here.
She’d lost her nerve at the last minute, at first trying to convince Jami it was a bad idea, then making her promise that she’d call with all each and every detail. Not that
any
amount of details could really get across what Jami had seen, or how she felt just being here. She wanted to try it all and that scared the hell out of her. Not so much the needles, or the piercings, or the whips—if they weren't safe, dad wouldn't let people do it. But the longing, deep within, when she saw men and women submit, saw them kneel to be stroked like a pampered pet, or strapped up to be beaten, made her very
very
afraid.

You’re
freakin
’ weird, Jami. You’d rather be whipped than kneel? You’re therapist would have a field day with that one.

The thing was, the idea of kneeling for Sebastian didn’t bother her. She could see herself slowly lowering to her knees, pulling the zipper to his leather pants down with her teeth, taking him in her mouth to taste and tease him with her tongue. Only, if she knelt like those subs did, it would mean more than getting in position to suck cock. There was something . . . vulnerable about the position, about the way a sub gazed up at their Dom, surrendering so much more than their bodies.

Of course, a person could surrender with
a look alone. Luke Carter, a guy who'd flirted with her a time or two at the forum, had done just that as Sebastian had held him against the wall with a knife to his throat. No one else had made much of the little scene, but Jami saw the chemistry between them. At one point, she could have sworn Carter would kiss Sebastian. Which aroused her and pissed her off all at once.

Maybe Sebastian was just teaching him something. Her dad taught people. She’d overheard Silver and Oriana talking about how well her dad had taught Sloan to use a whip.

Silver never sounded jealous about what her men did at the club.

I’m not jealous.

Okay, that wasn’t
entirely
true. But why should she be jealous?

They're hockey players. They can't be gay.

What a stupid thought. Just because no hockey players in the league had come out, that didn't mean there were none either attracted to, or in a relationship with, other men. Denying what she'd seen wouldn't help matters. The fact was
she'd
told Sebastian they weren't exclusive.
After
hearing about him and Carter sharing a room from Ford. She’d pretty much
given
him to the competition.

So what was she going to do about it?

Before she could decide, she felt the skin crawling sensation of someone watching her. She glanced over and spotted Carter heading towards her.

She bolted for the exit. Had he recognized her? Damn it, if he called her name out in here—her breath lodged in her throat as she spun to close the door and saw Sebastian, over by a
needleplay
scene, frowning right at her. She gulped as she tugged the door shut.

Her car was parked a block away. She could probably make it there before Carter caught up with her. She was pretty fast, but the urge to run left her as she pictured the look on Sebastian's face. He'd probably be a step behind Carter, demanding to know why she'd come here.

She would answer with the truth. She'd wanted to find out if she was ready.

I am. But is Sebastian?

Well, he’d taken the opportunity to explore his options. Maybe Luke could give him something she couldn’t.

Maybe I should find out what.

* * * *

The girl hadn't been all that hard to catch. Not that she'd made any real effort to get away. Luke trapped her against the brick wall in the alley behind the club, and grinned as she struggled to catch her breath. She shook her messed up, dark blue hair away from her face.

He stared into her wide hazel eyes, barking out a laugh. "Jami Richter. You been back long?"

"I got back last week." She panted, gazing up at him as though seeing him for the first time. “You should go back inside before someone catches you out here with me.”

"Do you want me to leave?"

Her throat worked as she swallowed. “I don’t know.”

He pressed a little closer to her, carefully running his thumb down the side of her throat to feel her racing pulse, watching the way her tongue darted over her bottom lip. "What were you doing in the club? Does daddy know you're here?"

"No, so don't be an asshole and tell him, okay?” She ducked her head. “I was just . . . ."

"Curious?" He smiled as her pale cheeks got nice and pink. He'd caught sight of her from the corner of his eye, all long legs and a tight ass barely covered by a cut-off jean skirt, perky breasts in a black studded bra. Kick ass five strap knee boots. Rocker-chick style, but not tough looking. Sweet. Submissive. Just the type of woman he liked to play with.

She's the GM's daughter.

He snorted.

So what?

"I wanted to see what all this shit was about." She wrinkled her nose. "I came, I saw, I'm bored now."

“That’s because you’ve got no one to play with, cutie."

She bit her bottom lip, giving him a look torn between pride and need. “You’d play with me? I thought you’d . . . .”

“I’d what, Jami?” He cupped her cheek, searching her face for some clue as to what was bothering her. “Hey, you don’t seriously think I’d rat you out?”

“You might think you were doing what’s best.” She dropped her gaze. “Most of the players still see me as a little girl.”

“Not me.” He tipped her chin up. “But I need to know how you want to play. It’s a little too nippy to flip up your cute little skirt and spank you out here.”

Giggling, she glanced towards the door, then trailed her finger down the center of his chest. “Is that what you'd like to do to me?”

Holy fuck.
This girl was trouble. He would do anything she asked, but that wasn’t the point, was it? She wanted a taste of what she’d seen, and damn it, he wanted to give it to her. “Will you do anything I ask?”

“You mean, like, submit to you?” Her hair drifted over one eye. She shivered as he tucked it behind her ear. “I don’t know if I could do it straight up, but . . . .” She batted her eyelashes. “Maybe as a game.”

“A game?”

Her impish grin, the way her eyes lit up with mischief, made her absolutely irresistible. His gaze locked on her lips as she whispered. “Blackmail.”

He blinked at her. “Umm . . . .”

“Say you
were
mean enough to threaten to tell my daddy you’d found me here. Because you want me so bad you’ll do anything to have me. What would you say to me?”

He chuckled. “You’re beautiful, baby, but I hate that outfit. Take it off.”

The dim light in the alley caressed her face as her chin jutted up. Her eyes were bright with humor as her tone sharpened with feigned defiance. "A cheesy line? Oh, please. You think I'll get naked for you? Strip and call
you
'Sir'." Her lips curled in a sneer. "I may be a bit kinky, but I'm not a sub."

Luke snorted, getting right into the game. "I've heard that one before."

"I'm sure you've heard them all. I'm not a sub. I'm a lesbian—anyone ever try 'I'm just not interested'?"

Feisty. This is going to be fun.
"No, actually, that's one I haven't heard before."

"Well." She tossed her head in a way that slapped her hair across his face. "Now you have. I’m warning you, Luke, if you don't move on your own, I'll make you. And that could ruin your night."

"Make me? How will you do that?" He blocked her knee jab and grabbed her wrists before she could take a swing. For a split second, he worried that she’d forgotten that they were just playing around. But her pupils dilated as she flattened her tits against his chest. She didn’t test his loose grip on her wrists. So he kept going. "Come on. You can do better than that. Why don't you scream? There are at least ten guys in there that will come to your rescue and kick my ass."

She held her breath, glancing towards the door to the back of the club again. "You know why I won't."

"Because then Daddy will find out. Damn, you're pretty stuck then." He bent down to press his cheek to hers and whispered in her ear. "So what are you going to do?"

 
"Shit, Carter, what do you want?" Her tongue wet her bottom lip. "If I suck your dick, will you keep your mouth shut?"

Fuck, yeah.
But he wasn’t sure she was ready to go that far, so he shook his head slowly. "That's the going rate, but since I like you, I'll cut you a deal. I'll
kiss
you, touch you a little, and stop when you ask me to. Sound fair?"

Her eyes narrowed with suspicion. "Kissing and a bit of touching? That's it?"

"You sound disappointed."

"Bite me."

"That wasn't part of the deal." He lowered his lips to her throat. "But I can be generous."

As his teeth closed on her soft flesh, she squirmed, whimpering. He bit harder until a gasp escaped her and ruffled his hair. Moving up with tiny nips, he clasped both her wrists with one hand, latched onto her chin with the other, and slowly slid his lips across hers, teasing her with the tip of his tongue. Fuck, she had to be the sweetest thing he'd ever tasted. His eyes drifted shut as he leaned into the kiss, dipping deep with his tongue, forgetting to hold her wrists as he lost himself to her response. Her fingers laced behind his neck and she wiggled against him, as though trying to contain herself. And failing.