Yuma [Wolfe Brothers 1] (Siren Publishing Classic) (2 page)

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Wolfe walked back to his office with a smile. Of course, getting away from Cheri Foose would be great, but he was going to have Madison James at his beck and call. He’d been watching her and wanting her since she was eighteen years old and had gone off to college, but didn’t want to take her innocence from her. At almost ten years her senior, he’d wanted her to experience life. She’d had her chance, and he hoped she’d enjoyed it because she was going to be his.

He could see her, her deep-red hair down from that god-awful bun and spread across his pillow. Her thighs wrapped around his head as he feasted on her cunt. Her breasts, large and natural, would be teased as he rubbed his hairy chest across those hard nipples. He couldn’t wait until he had her spread across his lap, her ass being warmed as he brought his hand down to smack that sweet flesh. He was a big man and appreciated a woman who wasn’t skin and bones. Madi fit that bill completely. Curvaceous and plump, her small height made him want to protect her, to keep her safe, and most importantly, keep her all to himself.

After discreetly adjusting his erection, he pushed through the main doors to his office segment. “Ms. Foose.” He glanced her way as he went to his office. “I need to see you in my office immediately.”

Chapter 2

As Madi walked into Yuma Wolfe’s outer office area, she cringed at the mess in front of her. Cheri hadn’t done much…of anything, apparently. Folders and papers covered her desk, were stacked up on the floor, and on the chairs in front of the desk.

Someone screeched—she wasn’t sure who until Cheri, tall, blonde, and slender, came storming out of Yuma’s office. “You bitch!” She stepped in front of Madison. “I can’t believe you did this to me.”

“Cheri? I didn’t want this change!”

“Everyone wants to work for Mr. Yuma ‘Sex-God’ Wolfe. You just have the daddy power behind you to get us the hell out of your way. Well, don’t you worry. I will have him at my knees, begging for a chance to fuck me.”

“That’s nice to know, dear. Dad is waiting on you. He has a nine-fifteen appointment. I have the files he needs for it on my, I mean, your desk.” Madison looked for a place to toss her purse but came up empty. The organizational aspects of this job were going to take forever.

She waited patiently for Cheri to storm out of the office area. She began the long but necessary task of straightening out the filing system, or in this case, creating one while managing the phones. By the time lunch came around, she had managed to sort things into orderly stacks, placed folders in their proper places in the filing cabinet, and was trying to file things correctly so she felt comfortable enough to go to lunch.

Lunch for her was an apple, a cold bottle of diet Mountain Dew, and a steamy erotica book. This one, she was pleased to read, involved BDSM—her favorite. If only she could find a man like that! She was enjoying a delicious spanking scene when Yuma’s office door opened. Unfortunately, she was so engrossed in the novel that she didn’t notice him until he was standing in front of her, reading the title.

“
Spanked
.” He sounded a bit incredulous as he read the title. “You like to read books about spankings?”

“Um, well.” She quickly folded the corner of the page down and reached down to tuck it into her purse. “I guess.” She couldn’t bring herself to look up into his pale-gray eyes, knowing that he would be mocking her. None of the guys she had dated had been interested in her sexually submissive nature.

“Have you ever tried it?”

“Wolfe! You can’t ask me questions like that! It could be considered sexual harassment.” She crossed her arms over her chest, trying to keep those stiff points in check. She could feel her cunt getting wet at the thought of Yuma bending her over the desk, raising her skirt up, and bringing his hand down sharply on her ass. Again and again, until her pale butt turned pink and her pussy dripped down her legs.

“Fuck.” She watched his nostrils flare as he took in her expression. Her emerald-green eyes had darkened, and her lips had parted. “Have you ever had your ass beat till it was pink? Felt your lover possess you in every way possible?” He snarled at her.

“I think that you should mind your own business,” she whispered but couldn’t look up at him. Those pale-gray eyes could look into her soul, and she didn’t want him to see anything there!

“Look. At. Me.” His voice, hoarse all of a sudden, rumbled out of his huge chest. “We will discuss this later. Do you understand me?” He was breathing roughly, his cock so hard it hurt against the waistband of his slacks.

“We’ll see.” She dared to glance at him. “Was there something you needed, sir?” Her voice was husky as she responded to him.

“I need the file on the Crosby-Titan merger.” She nodded, stood, and began to rifle through the files she’d just been organizing in the cabinet. “Here you go.” As she handed him the file, she moved around the desk.

“Where are you going?” His high cheek bones were ruddy as she brushed against him. She couldn’t believe it when he adjusted his cock in front of her.

“To the bathroom, Master Yuma. Is that okay with you?” she replied flippantly as she left the office.

As he watched her flaunt her way out of his office, he stroked the length of his cock through his impeccably tailored slacks. “Master Yuma?” Oh, she’d be calling him that again. He walked into his office, planning already. She was going to be his.

The rest of the day had been rather uneventful. She’d made her escape out of the office while he was on a conference call. She’d barely made it to her car when her cell phone had gone off. Fortunately, it was her friend Belinda calling to remind her that they had plans for tonight.

The ride home to Lee’s Summit was fairly uneventful. While it took a while to get home, she wouldn’t change her location for anything. She loved her little bungalow on the lake. She grabbed a sandwich before moving to her bedroom to find something to wear to the bar tonight. While her friend was very tall and thin, Madi was a bit overweight. She usually tried to find outfits that hid her figure instead of showing it off. Of course, Belinda had threatened to strip her naked at the bar is she came in wearing her “baggy grandma clothes.”

She settled on a short, black leather miniskirt that Belinda had given her for her birthday. She paired it with a green camisole, some black silk stockings, and some stiletto heels that would make her look a little taller. After a quick shower and blow dry, she dressed, primped up with her cosmetics, and headed back to Kansas City.

When she arrived at Hell’s Place, the bar was already full. Parking was hard to find, but she did manage to find a place under a street light. As she walked into the building, the cool air embraced her. Belinda was waiting for her at the bar, along with her fiancé, Trace. The two looked so right together that it made Madi’s heart hurt. She wished she could find someone to love her the way that Trace loved Belinda. He brushed a kiss across her mouth, gave her a pat on the ass, and told her to behave before leaving the two of them together.

“Where is he going?” Madi asked.

“Trace is going to the dungeon, silly.” Belinda pushed her toward the bar.

“Dungeon?” She gasped as she looked at the blonde friend she had known forever.

Belinda was fingering the gold choker around her neck. “Yes, dungeon.” The slow, sexy smile that spread across her face made Madi smile. “Do you still fantasize about having a dominant man sweep you off your feet?”

“Oh, hell yes.” Madi groaned as the bartender walked up to her. Damned if he didn’t look like Yuma. He even had the same color eyes, but his hair was dark brown instead of black. And he didn’t make her nipples hard.

“I need to see your identification please.” His voice was raspy as he waited on her. She handed him her driver’s license. He held it while looking between her and it for a minute or two then gave it back. “What’s your poison, darlin’?”

“I’d like a Corona, please.”

As the bartender walked off, he grabbed his cell phone and made a call. She had her drink within minutes, and they walked off to find a table.

“I think I’m losing my mind, Belinda. I got moved to be the admin for Yuma Wolfe this afternoon, and it seems like everywhere I look in here, I see him.”

“What?”

“The bartender looked like him, but his hair was lighter.” She nodded toward the bouncer on the other side of the wall, “From here, he could be Wolfe’s twin.” She took a long swig of her beer. “It’s official. I’ve lost my fucking mind.” She set the empty bottle down.

“Don’t worry. Let’s dance.” The two walked up to the dance floor and let the music take over for them.

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“What the hell are you talking about?” Yuma grunted into his phone. It was hard to hear much of anything over the screams, moans, and pleas of the dungeon. One of his younger brothers, Dallas, owned Hell’s Place.

“I think your new secretary just bought a beer up here. Lord, she was looking mighty fine in that leather skirt, and that lil’ piece of satin and lace barely covered those luscious tits. Even with those fuck-me-shoes, she was still a little thing.”

“Madison James?” His mouth was suddenly dry as he thought of Madison in that getup. Her curvaceous ass pulling the leather tight had his cock hard with the mere thought.

“That’s the one!” Yuma heard his brother talking in the background before coming back to him. “I thought she was going to freak out when she saw me. It was almost like she was seeing a ghost or something.”

“I’ll be up there in a minute. Keep an eye on her for me.” Yuma disconnected the line. “Hey, Trace, I’ve got to run upstairs to check on something.”

“Yeah, man, I bet you do. Make sure you’re not making eyes at my woman while you’re up there.” Trace placed a big, beefy hand on his shoulder. “You should see Belinda’s friend. You’d like her. She’s got curves in all the right places. Of course, you might not like gingers.”

“Madison?”

“How the hell did you know?”

“Fuck. I’ll see you later.” Yuma rushed out of the dungeon, taking the stairs two at a time. What the hell was
she
doing at Hell’s Place? As he walked into the upper level bar, he spotted her dancing with a tall, thin blonde. Men were drooling around them. He crossed his massive arms over his thick chest as he watched men brushing up against them. Her smile made her beautiful. He’d never seen this side of her.

Before he realized what was happening, he’d made his way to the dance floor. His six-foot-five-inch height had him looming over most of the men there. He moved until he was standing behind her, his body brushing up against hers as he danced.

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Madi had known the minute he walked into the room, but she hadn’t been able to see him through the crush of people. Her nipples were hard points under the satiny texture of her camisole. With every sway she made to the music, her nipples brushed against the top. Her pussy was swollen and wet.

She backed up against him, or at least, she assumed it was him. She rubbed her ass against him to the rhythm of the music. Belinda smiled then walked off the dance floor. Big, dark hands rubbed her shoulders, slid down to her waist until they were pulling her back against him.

His big hands were cupping her breasts before sliding down her sides and moving back up again. This time Yuma’s fingers were teasing her nipples, brushing them lightly before moving away. With each instance, his touch became firmer.

She reached behind her. She could feel his erection stiff against her. She allowed her hand to move up his thigh. As she brushed her hand against his hard cock, she could imagine him ripping the camisole off of her, his big hands reaching up to cup her breasts, twisting and pulling her hard nipples, tugging on the silver hoops that pierced them. She moaned, clenched her legs together tightly, and melted into his body.

“What are you doing here?” he asked as he thrust his pelvis against her ass and turned her to face him.

“I came to have fun.” She looked up at him as she moved her body closer and closer to him. If only they were naked! She would be able to feel each and every inch of his hard body against her. She could picture him as one of the characters in the novels she read, all dominant and ready to give a spanking. Would he use his hand or a flogger? She shivered as both images flew through her brain and moaned lightly.

She looks as if she might come right here on the dance floor, Yuma thought as he pulled her closer to him. Was her cunt damp or would her pussy drench his fingers with her sweetness? He had to get them out of here!

“Come with me.” He held his hand out to her. “I’ll make sure you have a good time.” She heard her father’s words in her head—work him out of her system. Without thinking everything through, she took his hand. She hoped this worked.

Chapter 3

She couldn’t believe that she was going with him. She had considered quitting after their episode at the office that afternoon or not even bothering to go to work Monday morning. He led her to the dungeon, and she couldn’t wait to know what he could give her. All those desires she had shown in her eyes this afternoon could be made into reality. By him.