Jackson [Wolfe Brothers 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) (8 page)

On the other hand, he didn’t dominate the conversation with just his questions. He seemed determined to find out everything about her as well. He learned her favorite color, flower, and what her future dreams were as well.

He was so attentive to her, even as a buxom, blonde waitress tried to give him her number. He’d given her number to an older gentleman at the table behind them.

“Why did you do that? She’s quite beautiful.” Onalee couldn’t hold her head up as she spoke. The waitress was model beautiful, and she didn’t seem to mind that he was with another woman either.

“The blonde I’m with is so much more beautiful than that waitress.” His face hardened as he spoke. “I don’t like pushy women either. I prefer to do the chasing.”

She smiled at him. “I’ve never seen you chasing a woman.”

He looked at her as if she’d lost her damned mind. After chasing her down for the last year, she thought he didn’t chase…“What the hell do you think I’ve been doing for the last year, woman? Don’t you have a fucking clue?”

“Huh?”

“How many times have I tried to get you to go out with me?”

“Well, I, uh, I don’t know.”

“After hinting that we should go out together, several times in fact, I started planning group outings with Cal’s help. By the way, he was trying to get with you, too.” He took a long swallow of his beer. “But I managed to talk him out of it.”

“What are you talking about?” Onalee thought back to the past. There had been times, numerous in the beginning, where he had asked her out, but so had Caleb. About six months ago after they both came to work bruised and bloody, Jackson had started inviting the crew out to Hell’s Place after work. She’d gone once or twice, but bars hadn’t really been her thing.

“I’m sorry, I guess I’m a little dense when it comes to this type of thing. I wasn’t popular in school. In fact, I didn’t have my first date until after I had graduated from high school.” Smiling sadly, she continued without meaning to. “In fact, I was always the girl guys used to joke on others with.”

“What?”

“Oh, you know, one guy would come up to me and say that so-and-so wanted to go out with me while his friends laughed their ass off at the guy in question’s misery. It was always so funny.
Not
!”

“And which high school did you attend?”

“Truman High School, but I’ve talked to other ladies, and some men, who said they had the same kind of things happened to them. I guess I let it affect me more than I thought.”

“That shit isn’t funny.”

“I know, but you know how kids are. Besides, how was I to know that someone as handsome as you would be interested in a woman like me?”

“And that means?” Well, damn, he was looking ticked off again. His hand clenched around the neck of his bottle of beer.

“I’ve always been quiet, kind of shy. I don’t do bars.” She thought quickly for anything that would keep her from getting another punishment. “Gram used to say that I was an old woman in a young person’s body.”

Jackson watched as a beautiful, if sad, smile swept across her face as she spoke of her grandmother. “She was a special lady, huh?”

“Both of my grandparents were special. They didn’t have to take me in after the deaths of my parents. In fact, my dad’s parents refused. They said they were too old and too busy to take care of an infant. I don’t think I’ve ever seen them, or if I did, I was too young to remember.”

“Are they still alive?”

“It’s possible. I don’t really know. If they’d cared, wouldn’t they have kept in contact with my other grandparents?” She pushed her half-eaten plate to the side of the table and decided to change the subject. “The food was really good. Thanks for taking me out.”

“We’re not done yet. I’m going to take you some place that I think you’re really going to like.” For some reason, he was smirking. What the hell is he up to? she wondered.

He took her back to Hell’s Place. The rowdy crowd was having a good time as he led her to the stairs, but instead of going up to the second floor, he took her down to the basement.

He took off their coats and gave them to a coat-check person who was dressed in a green, emerald, and gold beaded belly dancer’s outfit. Her mocha skin contrasted with the costume, but the green matched her vivid green eyes. “Here you go, sir,” she said softly as she handed him a ticket so they could retrieve their coats.

“Thank you,” he spoke as he dug in his pockets. He pulled out a short metal leash and, before she could think to stop him, attached it to her collar. He saw the stubborn set of her face and the anger in her eyes. “I’m just making sure you don’t get lost in here, as we explore, look around. You won’t be the only one with a leash attached.” He looked to the coat-check woman again. “Do you have a pair of cuffs?”

“Leather or metal, sir?”

“Leather.” He thanked her as she handed them to him. Onalee watched him as he stood there waiting for something but didn’t talk.

“What?” she demanded in a rather hateful tone.

“Do we want to try that again, sub?”

“What, sir?” She softened her tone and hoped to abate her punishment.

“That’s better. Give me your hands.” And as she followed directions, she found her arms twisted behind her and restrained around her back. In this position, her large breasts were really popping out of the corset. She blushed as she looked around the dungeon to see who else could see her embarrassment. “Keep your eyes down, unless I give you permission to look elsewhere.”

She lowered her eyes, thinking that this wasn’t as much fun as it sounded in all those books she read. Dammit, why come down here if she couldn’t look around? Instead of raising Cain, she gave the appearance of waiting patiently for him to lead her around.

“Come with me, sub.” He tugged the lead a little as he walked to the first display he wanted her to see. In this case, a female sub was strapped down onto a doctor’s table as her Domme used various instruments to test her. “Look, sub.”

Her mouth fell open. It looked as if the woman was sewing up the labia minora of her sub. Onalee began to shake. “Sir?”

“Yes, sub?”

“I don’t want to do that!” she whispered in panic.

Jackson pulled her close, kissed her on top of her head, and responded, “I’m not into that one either.” He led her off to another area. In this case, a woman was tied down on a large crate. There were various wires attached around her breasts, groin, and ass. Occasionally, she shrieked as her Dom hit the dials of the electroshock machine. “Does that interest you?” he asked as he directed her gaze toward the couple.

“I don’t know, sir. It looks kind of scary. Is it pain or pleasure?”

“Yes.”

“Which one?”

“Both,” he retorted and led her to yet another area. In this space, a woman was suspended from a rope on the ceiling. Her knees were pulled up toward her breasts as her Dom was giving out turns to guests to flog or cane his sub. “Do you want to try a dominant role?”

“No, sir.” From the corner of her eye, she spied another scene. A woman was bound, kneeling in front of her Dom. His hands were buried in her hair as his cock was buried in her mouth. Controlling her every movement, the Dom thrust his cock into her mouth in an ever-quickening pace.

“Do you like that one?” His voice pulled her out of her trance.

“I’m sorry, sir.” She hung her head down because it was just one more thing that she’d screwed up. She wondered what her punishment would be this time.

“Do you like it? Would you like me to fuck your face like Master Tyrone is doing to his sub?” His hands were sliding from her shoulders to her breasts, and he fiddled with them until her nipples were outside of her corset, and he could pull and twist on the hard tips. “Would you like to feel my cock sliding down your throat when you have absolutely no control of how deep or how fast I fuck you?”

She moaned, but she was unable to speak. Her pussy was dripping as he moved his hands back to her shoulders and pressed her down. She whimpered as he unzipped his pants and worked his cock out. The huge blood-engorged head rubbed against her lips.

“Lick my cock, sub,” he grunted as he held his cock to her face. He watched as she teasingly slid her tongue out to softly stroke his cock. “You know, you’re going to pay for teasing me like this.”

Hiding a smile, she trailed her tongue down his cock, from the head to the shaved testicle beneath before returning back up. “Is that what you wanted, sir?”

“Again, sub.”

She complied immediately by twirling her tongue around his cock. He tapped her cheek with the big erection. “Open,” he grumbled and watched as she opened her mouth for him. Placing the head of his cock on her tongue, he rubbed the bit of pre-cum that had pooled there onto her. “Are you ready to suck me, sub?”

She didn’t try to talk, but she kept her mouth open as she waited for him to begin. “Suck me slow and easy,” he demanded before she closed her warm, wet lips around him. With painstaking slowness, she moved her mouth up and down on his cock while she swirled her tongue around the shaft and head. She moaned as one of his big hands fisted into her long hair and the other tugged on her hard nipple.

He used that handful of hair to control her sucking motions. Gradually, he built up speed until he was fucking her face. He plunged in faster and faster, timing his thrusts with the way he plucked her nipple. He powered in one last time with both hands holding her head against his stomach as his seed shot down her throat.

Onalee felt her air being cut off. She began to panic when she couldn’t get a breath through her nose, and she pushed against his pelvis. He pulled his cock out slowly then stuffed his still-hard cock into his pants.

“Good job, sub,” he complimented her as he helped her to stand up. He picked up her leash and began to lead her around again. “I want you to wait right here. Do you understand me?” He pushed her down into a chair in front of a stage.

“Yes, sir.” Does he have to treat me like a moron? she wondered, but bit her tongue to keep from voicing her complaint.

“What do you want to drink? No alcohol,” he informed her.

“I don’t drink alcohol, sir, so that isn’t a problem. Can I have a diet soda please?” She watched as a strange expression crossed his face but didn’t understand what it meant.

“We’ll talk about that later, too.”

“I’m in trouble because I don’t drink, sir?”

“No, but I know that I’ve bought you drinks before—why didn’t you tell me that you didn’t drink? I wouldn’t have gotten angry with you.” Gently, he laid the leash down against her chest and brushed a chaste kiss on her head. “I’ll be right back.”

Onalee was sitting there watching the action on the stage when she was rudely interrupted. “Where is your Dom?” a towering hulk of a man asked her. The man looked attractive but gave off bad vibes. He had the coldest gray eyes she’d ever seen.

“He went to get us something to drink.” She kept her voice soft and mellow.

“Bullshit. He’d send his sub to get his drink.” He grabbed her leash and yanked her up. “Why don’t we play together, you little whore?”

“Because I’m not interested in you, jackass!” Her fingers gripped the collar he was using to try to force her across the room.

His fist knocked her on her ass. “Your Dom must suck. He should have taught you better respect.” He used a foot to nudge her over. “But don’t worry, bitch, I can help remedy the situation. Get your ass up!”

Onalee curled herself into a ball as she tried to protect herself against this lunatic. The Dom didn’t like that either. She found herself hauled up onto her feet, and she quickly tried to scan the area. Where the hell was Jackson?

“I think you need to be taught a lesson.” He pushed her away from the sitting area and toward a corner in the back of the dungeon. “I think I’ll hang you up on that cross over there and start your real training.”

“Truly, that’s not necessary, and you need to get your hands off of me. My Dom is coming back and he’s going to be pissed.”

“I’m sure he will when he finds out how his ungrateful sub treated a Master like me.”

Onalee saw the coat check woman watching them not too far away. She mouthed “help” as he used his foot to push her before she fell down again. She refused to get up, hoping to buy some time before Jackson would come looking for her.

“Get up, you fat, lazy bitch. I’m going to beat you harder if you keep embarrassing me like this.”

“Bite me,” she murmured as she fought the urge to vomit. Jackson was never getting her down here again, she thought. If this was real BDSM, she wasn’t interested anymore. Damn, she was starting to really hurt.

He kicked her hard in the stomach before she could move away. Oh fuck, she screamed in her head, but with the wind knocked out of her, she couldn’t draw a breath. She felt another booted blow land on her breast.

She couldn’t stop the tears of pain. She tried to curl herself into a ball, but she could feel more blows landing. She heard him cursing her, everything from a stupid bitch to a dirty cunt.

“What the fuck did you say to me?” he snarled as he wiped the spittle off of the corner of his mouth. He pulled his foot back, aiming this time for her head, but before he could connect with her body, he was tackled.