Conquering Jude (2 page)

His blue eyes were misty with unshed tears.

“I…I’m sorry Mistress. You always give me so much but never take anything in return. I feel selfish.”

She gave a sigh. In any Dom-sub relationship whether it was temporary for a scene or in a committed one, the give and take of power was essential for it to work. Evidently in pleasing Micah’s physical needs, she’d forgotten to fulfill his emotional ones.
This simply won’t do.
I need to rectify this situation. If I can’t give him what he needs emotionally then I need to find him a loving Domme who can.

“This is what you’re going to do, slave. You’re going to go home, get a good solid meal in you. I’m sure you skipped dinner once again to make our appointment. If, after filling your belly, you’re still serious about wanting to pleasure me, then you may return. I’ll be waiting in my office just before closing. Tell Carlos I’m expecting you. If you’re tired and don’t return, I won’t hold it against you. No harm, no foul,
but
if you do return, I expect you to present yourself wearing nothing more than a cock-ring. Do you understand?”

The light returned to his eyes and his breathing grew raspy. “Yes, Mistress.”

* * * *

Leaning against the bar, Jude Larson observed the people as they came and went. He’d been concerned about the lack of security at the front door when he’d entered the club. The one bouncer who’d been at the door had carded certain individuals but not others. As a security consultant, it had bothered him.
Discrepancy in policy is a sure way to get an individual killed.
Despite the fact he’d been out of the military for almost two years, he still had real difficulty thinking like a civilian.
Or so Jackson keeps trying to tell me.

As if summoned - his phone rang, with the distinctive sound of “Sweet Home Alabama” filling his ears. Lifting it from his belt holster, he pressed a button on it.

“You wound me,
mon ami
.” The mock hurt had Jude chuckling.

“You’d have to be woundable first, Jackson. The only time you drag out that old ‘Cajun boy’ charm is when there’s a skirt you’re looking to get under.”

“Too true.” In the background, Jude heard giggling. If he’d been able to see his best friend and partner, he was sure Jackson’s flavor of the week was hanging all over him. “Shelly, this sweet little
thang,
has just offered to make me a good old fashioned meal. I just wanted to let you know I’m locking up the shop early.”

Across the room, a woman entered and everything froze. His skin prickled - his attention was no longer on his partner, or even his reasons for being at Olivia’s. Standing in the doorway, speaking with another woman, was a brunette who wore thigh high stiletto boots with a pair of leather shorts and matching halter. The dark leather accented her creamy skin while the boots added about three inches to her diminutive height. A low moan built in his throat as she walked towards him. The gentle sway of her slender hips was temptation incarnate. He had a feeling even with the boots on she wouldn’t come up much past his sternum.

As she drew closer, he finally noticed the coiled whip hanging from her hip. His imagination sparked.
Mother fuck! Does she honestly use that on men?
In his pants his cock stirred.
What the hell? I’m not being turned on by the idea of her using that on me.

“Good evening, I’m Mistress Olivia. I’m sorry to have kept you waiting, Mr…”

The lilting Russian…or was it Chechen…accented voice stroked over his nerve endings. Her voice was raspy and sensual in a way he’d never experienced before. He could almost hear her ordering him to drop to his knees.
Or eat her pussy.
His cock hardened in a rush. No more foreplay needed. He was throbbing against his zipper - ready to immediately fuck the woman against her own bar.

“Larson. Jude Larson.” He slowly stood, pulling to his full height. He had been right. She didn’t even reach his shoulder.

She gave him a nod before stepping up to the bar. She flagged the bartender down with a tap of her hand on the polished wood. “A Spritzer, Raymond.” She leaned against the bar and arched an eyebrow as if to ask him what he wanted. “What can I get for you, Mr. Larson?”

He nearly swallowed his tongue when he wondered what she’d say if he said
“you”
and lifted her onto the bar and buried his head between her lush thighs.

“Water, will be fine, Ms. Metjka.” He finally choked out.

Her eyes narrowed and she moved closer to him. Trailing her scarlet tipped fingers up his chest, she invaded his space. “That was your one freebie,
pet
.”

He drew a sharp breath as his heart began to thump loudly in his ears. “Freebie?”

Her dark eyes looked up at him from under thick lashes. “I’ll warm certain parts of your luscious anatomy if you refer to me as
Ms. Metjka
again.” Her voice hardened. “It’s Mistress Olivia. Do you understand?”

Holding himself still, he tried to find his control.
When did she wrestle control away from me?
Amazingly it didn’t bother him as much as it should have. “Yes.”

“Yes, Mistress.” Her voice was softer this time.

He nodded before repeating after her. “Yes, Mistress.”

She gave him a sultry smile before stepping back a step. “Good. Now tell me, pet, what exactly are your suggestions to improve the security of my club?”

He shifted his stance a bit before launching into his recommended suggestions.

* * * *

Later that evening, Olivia sat behind her desk and watched the clock impatiently. Earlier she’d been worried about her lack of zest for life in general. Evidently she needn’t worry about one aspect because her libido was alive and well. Mr. Jude Larson had stroked her fire but good. So well in fact, she knew if Micah arrived, he would get quite a vigorous workout.

Sitting back, she studied the footage on her monitor. She’d cued up their meeting. As she watched the initial exchange between them, she found her nipples hardening once more. Whether Jude Larson knew it or not, he had the latent tendencies of a true submissive. Watching him submit to calling her by her title had been delicious.

It could’ve been politeness but she’d seen the need flare in his eyes as the phrase
“Yes, Mistress”
had passed those sensual lips. She’d been in the lifestyle a long time and had perfected her observation skills. She could spot a true submissive from a hundred yards away. It was in the way they reacted when a Dom entered the room, the way they lowered their eyes and stilled as if waiting for their next order.
Well, he could’ve been checking me out but I don’t think so. He submitted very easily once I brought out the Dom voice. Unlike a lot of untrained subs he was quite confident when it came to talking about his business. Then he even got up the nerve to ask me about the lifestyle.

Her cheeks heated with desire when she thought about how their conversation ended…

…
Jude handed her a folder with the options he’d just discussed with her in detail. “I’ve written down all my suggestions. You have a wonderful place here, Mistress Olivia, I’d hate to see some asshole try to take it away from you.”

“
Thank you for your suggestions, pet. I’ll look these over and get back to you tomorrow about what I want to do.”

He nodded before gathering up the loose papers on her desk. He paused after he was done. He seemed to be contemplating something. She waited for him to speak, but as the silence grew she knew he needed a gentle nudge.

“
It’s obvious, pet, you want to ask me something.”

“
I was wondering, what draws people to your club?”

She toyed with a pen on her desk. “Don’t you mean what draws men here?”

“
Well, no. I was wondering about the submissives. What draws them to let another beat them – dominate them?”

She stroked her hand up and down the pen before answering his question with one of her own. “What drew you to my club, pet?”

He shifted a bit uncomfortably. “Well, I came to give you a bid.”

She slowly shook her head. “I don’t believe that. You could’ve had your partner…the one who normally does the bidding, come.”

He gave her a small smile. “Well, there is a bit of curiosity.”

“
Go on.” She leaned forward.

“
I’ve never been inside a BDSM club before, Mistress Olivia. Any person would be curious to see the inside of Olivia’s.” He glanced at the clock nervously.

“
Not everyone.”

He arched an eyebrow. “Don’t kid yourself. There are tons of people who are curious and want to see the inside of Olivia’s. With its exclusivity, it puts your club at the height of intrigue in most people’s imaginations and you know it.”

“
Bet me.” She deliberately pitched her voice low.

His Adam’s apple moved up and down rapidly, “Excuse me?”

“
You heard me. Bring the next woman you see to the club tomorrow night. I’ll let Carlos know to expect you. Convince her to come inside and introduce her to me and I’ll give you and your guest a free pass for the rest of the month.”

His eyes widened. She knew she had him then. What she was offering was tempting, as a month-long pass to Olivia’s was quite expensive. “And if I lose?”

“
Then I get your luscious body to do with as I see fit for two hours.”

His breathing increased. “Would there be pain involved?”

“
Only of the best kind.” She smiled when his nostrils flared and she saw his cock press against the fly of his pants. Oh yes, Mr. Jude Larson was submissive and she was just the Domme to awaken him.”So do we have a bet, pet?”

He nodded, “Yes, Mistress Olivia, we do.”

Knock – knock. Jerked out of her thoughts, Olivia looked up. In the open doorway, Micah stood naked, his erection pointing directly away from his body being held in place with a slender cock ring.

She licked her lips as her pussy flooded. “Come here, slave.” She hooked a leg over the arm of her chair and when Micah was kneeling at her feet, she fingered the whip on her desk. “Eat me.”

A low groan escaped the sub, but rather soon it was her turn to moan as his tongue thrust between her pussy lips.

Chapter One

Two Months Later

“Hey Carlos, is Mistress Olivia in?” Jude Larson stopped by the thick Hispanic bouncer manning the door of Olivia’s, a popular but exclusive BDSM club. He tossed his keys, phone and wallet into the small plastic container on the counter before standing still. With hands that would’ve done any MP proud, the man patted him down. Satisfaction surged through him to see physical proof of Olivia taking his advice to heart.
After all, that’s what she hired my company for. Especially after the fiasco that happened a week ago. I never would’ve guessed when I told Olivia her club was safe that an undercover sting would occur here.
I’m glad she’s okay even if it put off my punishment.

“Yes, she’s in her office.” The man stepped back. “Personally though, I think she needed to take more time off than a week. Undercover cop or not, Raphael rang Olivia’s bell but good. I know he didn’t have a choice but she ended up with a damn concussion. He’s lucky I was gone taking Bryan back to the hospital. I’d have torn him limb from limb if I’d been here.”

Jude nodded. “You and me both, Carlos. It took all my control not to go after him when I busted into the playroom and saw her dangling from the wall unconscious.” He retrieved his items, methodically returning them to their places before stepping across the threshold. “I’ll find my way.”

Carlos nodded as he returned to his position. Shaking with a mixture of dread and anticipation Jude made his way down the long hallway leading towards Olivia’s office. Even as he knew he’d fucked up and was going to be punished, his body had other ideas. His strong attraction to Olivia confounded him.
I’m not submissive but it’s as if my damn cock thinks it’s been invited to an orgy instead being called on the floor for my own stupidity.

Stopping in front of the closed door, he took a deep breath and remembered the letter which had been delivered at the beginning of the week. He was to appear before Olivia tonight as any other slave who’d broken one of her rules would. Toeing off his tennis shoes, he kicked them under the small mahogany stand next to the door. Reaching behind his neck, he grabbed a handful of the long sleeved tee-shirt he’d worn in difference to the cool autumn night. He didn’t bother to fold it as he dropped it on the top of the stand. Unsnapped, his faded jeans were open enough to reveal the top of his dark boxer briefs. He took a deep breath, knowing he should be thankful that she’d allowed him to keep the underwear. They covered the worst of the scarring on his inner thigh and hip. Looking over his shoulder, he unzipped and let the jeans fall to the floor. Calmly folding the jeans was probably the hardest thing he’d ever done.

Hard-on straining against the cotton barrier of his boxers, he gave one sharp knock before lowering himself awkwardly to kneel in front of her door. His bad leg and right arm protested as he clumsily assumed the position she’d told him by bracing his arms behind his back. If he hadn’t been so aware of his vulnerability, he would’ve laughed at the idea that a mere wisp of woman had affected him more than his hard-ass Chief Warrant Officer in the Rangers had.

Minutes dragged on. Keeping his head lowered was a struggle when the door finally opened, as he fought with himself to keep from looking up. He bit the inside of his lip to resist the urge. Her instructions had been explicit and he wasn’t going to chance pissing her off more than she already was. His aching cock wanted her and if this is what he needed to do then he would. He ignored the small part of him that was intrigued by the idea of punishment. Finally he felt the barest of brushes of her fingers over his bowed head.