Slave to Love (38 page)

“Something to keep you wet while you wait to be fucked?” her Master asked.

From his jacket he pulled a large golden dildo, the same color slave sara’s skin was tinted. After smearing it with lubricant, he slowly pushed the phallus into her, pulled it out and pushed it back in. She moaned and met it with a thrust. Between her legs she glistened with moisture.

“Gentlemen, feel free to indulge,” sara’s Master said to those around him. Leaving the dildo where it was, he walked away from her, toward the bar.

The audience loved it. Nearly every man’s eyes were bright with lust. As they lined up, Mick turned aside, aroused but uninterested. He meandered over and leaned against a side wall where he had a good view of the room, the entry stairs, the foyer, and the front door beyond.

And he waited.

For Smythe.

For Cody and Bobby.

For Caro...

His naughty, defiant pleasure slave.

His pleasure slave. She should be with
him
, not Cody or Bobby.

Did the three of them have any idea what they were in for tonight? Of the variety of kinky perversions they’d be free to indulge in at will? All in the name of catching a killer, of course.

How would Caro be dressed? Her black leather Brimstone outfit would be inappropriate here. Would she instead be wearing satin and lace? Or a slinky silk sheath? Perhaps a tight, clingy gown?

Whatever it was, he should make his pretty slave caroline take it off. Force her to strip down to her bare skin for disobeying him. She was his slave. Here, slaves went nude.

Would Bobby object, as he had earlier at the station? Or would he be caught up in the thick, sexually-laden atmosphere of the private club? Would Cody make a move on her, press him to share her again?

No way he’d share. But what if he ordered her to do other things? With him, to him, for him?

To show them how far she would go to please him?

He felt himself stiffen.

What if he fetched a dildo from his kit and fucked her with it, as sara’s Master had done? What if he cuffed her to one of the bondage instruments, leaving her naked body exposed and at the mercy of the crowd, like the slave in the armchair? What if he took her upstairs and tied her to a St. Andrew’s cross, tested her tender backside with his leather quirt? Stroked and flicked and kissed her with its sting until she writhed and begged him to put his cock inside her and pound her till she screamed. Or maybe—

His gaze jerked to the foyer. A man walked in.
Bobby
. With Cody right behind him. Both looked like they’d just stepped off a page of some glossy magazine Julio Martinez might read.

Mick’s pulse jumped, hoping Caro had changed her mind and didn’t come. Hoping more she hadn’t.

She stepped over the threshold, wrapped in a swath of red silk, her blond hair a wild mass of curls, her lips scarlet, her long-lashed eyes rimmed with artful shadow and black kohl.

Already hard from his fantasies, Mick’s cock lurched violently. He’d never seen her so ravishing. It was the only word to describe her. He felt ravished. By her beauty. By her presence. By his own dark feelings at seeing her here.

He elbowed his way through the throng that had turned to check out the newcomers, and strode to the center of the room, stopping below the entry steps.

He saw Bobby hand the butler a clip of cash and exchange a few words with him. Then with Caro between them, Bobby and Cody each put a hand on the small of her back and walked her to the top of the steps.

Mick barely stopped himself from marching up and snatching her away from his friends.

She stood like a countess, tall and confident as she surveyed the room. But he knew her well, and discerned an edge of panic behind her exotic eye make-up. Saw the way her fingers crushed the edges of her wrap, the way her neat ankle wobbled above her red patent stiletto.

Then she spotted him. A blaze of indefinable emotion flashed through her eyes and her lips parted a tiny sliver. Was it his imagination, or did her shoulders notch down a fraction?

She murmured something to Bobby and Cody, then took a deep breath. The two men reached up at the same time and with a flourish removed her wrap.

Suddenly Mick couldn’t breathe. Bobby and Cody froze in shock. For half a second there was absolute silence all around.

Caro stood there, sinfully naked, her siren’s body exposed to the eyes of every man in the room. Her pussy was smooth and bare as ivory satin, her nipples hard and painted scarlet like her full lips. Her slave collar gleamed, the delicate links of her silver leash spilling from its tiny padlock to her hand.

A voluptuary. A sensual vision of promised gratification.

She looked like an odalisque.

His odalisque.

Mick stood rooted to the spot as she descended first one step, then the next. She came to a halt before him, looking up into his eyes with a gaze of complete submission. Handing him the end of her leash, she softly murmured, “Sir.”

The crowd groaned.

Silently, he took the leash from her. Never before had he felt the breath knocked from him like this. How could he be angry? With her actions, she had pleased him so exquisitely, so perfectly, that at the moment he didn’t know who was slave and who was Master.

Somehow he managed to find his voice, but it was low and rough. “You defied me, little slave. You must be punished.”

“Please, Sir,” she murmured, “I only wanted to be with you.”

He felt her tremble as he ran a hand over her smooth, supple curves, down to the juncture of her legs. He touched her there, reveling in the unfamiliar satiny bareness of her sex. He wanted to kneel down and run his tongue over it, suck the newly exposed folds into his mouth, taste the exciting untried nakedness of her cunt.

He slid his hand further between her thighs, pushed a finger up into her.

She mewled at his invasion, and darted a self-conscious look at their audience. Bobby and Cody stood transfixed, their expressions somewhere between outrage and exhilaration. The whole crowd continued to watch his moves with eager, lascivious attentiveness. He probed her deeply, gratified at the ample wetness he found.
She was as excited as he was
.

“She disobeyed me by coming tonight,” he announced to the gathering as he ground his fingers even deeper into her.

“Whip her,” a man called back, voicing the crowd’s hunger for the carnal retribution Mick’s words promised.

“Yes! Punish her!”

She whimpered and tried to squirm away but he clamped his hand over her tightly.

“No!” Plump and inviting, her breasts swayed as she struggled , the tips crimson rubies.

“You came with my two best friends,” he accused.

“Nothing happened, Sir,” she said breathlessly. “I swear. They didn’t even know I was—”

“Naked and painted like a harlot?” he supplied.

She licked her scarlet lips so they shimmered. “Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, Sir.”

He held her leash fast at her collar. And ran his honey-slickened fingers lightly over her breasts. She sucked in a breath as the red tips pebbled tighter.

“Naked like a slave.”

“
Your
slave. Sir.”

He pulled her closer, right up to his face. “Would you like to feel my big cock in you?” he growled, wanting badly to claim what was his. So there was no mistaking she belonged to him.

Her eyes flared. “Yes, S-Sir,” she stammered.

“In that case—” he gave her a smile that brooked no protest. “Get on your knees.”

***

Inwardly, Caro quailed. What was wrong with Mick? Why was he suddenly being so...stony cold?

Strange how the moment she’d seen his face in the crowd, everything else had vanished. The roomful of drooling men, her acute embarrassment at being naked in public, her fright.

But now it all came rushing back. Fear zinged through her, hot and frantic, her nakedness stripping her to a state of terrifying personal vulnerability.

“Mick, I—”

“Do you disobey me?” he cut her off harshly.

“Sounds like it to me!” a man called from the audience.

“As to me,” Mick said, his voice a powerful purr.

“No, Sir,” she said, forcing herself to remember her role.
As his slave
.

“Then do as I say.
Now
.”

She didn’t fight him when he grasped her shoulders, but clung to his forearms as he pushed her down in front of him. Her knees shook as they hit the floor and she shivered in trepidation, suddenly freezing. Her clit tensed almost painfully as she recalled that he’d once told her he would take her like this. On her knees before him. Posed exactly like in the dressing room that day when she’d been too terrified to let her true nature slip out and respond to his carnality.

Back before he’d taken her every way a man could possess a woman. Back before she’d lost herself utterly and completely in the temptation of his dominance, in the seduction of his want. Before she’d willingly become his pleasure slave.

Was it really less than a week ago
?

The men standing around let out a joint murmur of approval, moving in closer, anticipating the coming scene. Including Cody and Bobby. Their initial shock had morphed into rabid fascination. All of them watched Mick with envy gleaming in their sex-hungry faces. She could smell them, strong and male, like a pack of randy lions. She could smell herself, the acrid scent of fear combined with the unmistakable sweet musk of desire.

She tried to gather her wits, drag her mind back to the job she was here to do, but concentration stubbornly eluded her. She didn’t want to think about killers or cops or jail—or anything but the here and now. The explosive, desperate knowledge that she knelt naked and helpless before the only man who could save her life, and her sanity. But only if she obeyed.

Could she really do this?

She looked up at Mick, desperately seeking reassurance.

“I don’t know what to do,” she whispered frantically. “I can’t even think.”

His gaze captured hers, commanding her to be calm, bleeding the panic from her veins with the iron strength conveyed through his eyes.

“Don’t think,” he said. “Just be my slave.”

She swallowed. “Nothing more?”

“Nothing less.”

Forget everything else , she told herself. Mick would take care of her. He would take care of everything. She had to trust him. And do as he said.

She had only to give herself over to his will, and all would be well. Deep in her heart, she knew it was true.

Her nipples ruched at the thought of granting him total submission, and her blood flowed slow and heavy like liquid lead.

Gazing up from her knees into his mesmerizing ice-blue eyes, she saw his meaning, clear as crystal.

It was time.

“Lick me, baby. Take me in your mouth and suck me,” he said softly. Oddly, more like an offer than a command.

And suddenly, she realized what he was doing. He was giving her control over him. Making himself the vulnerable one instead of her. Offering himself up to her; literally and figuratively exposing his soft underbelly to her and the world. Putting himself out there for her to take or reject, humiliate or even hurt...or to give him the pleasure he so obviously wanted.

But it was her choice.

He spread his feet, drilled his fingers through her hair, held her head fast. She couldn’t move away if she wanted to. But she didn’t. She wanted this. With the last fiber of her being she wanted to show him she trusted him.

She took a deep breath. With pounding heart, she brought her hand to his waistband and reached for the tab of his zipper.