Lang, Chloe - Wilde Nights [The Brothers of Wilde, Nevada 4] (Siren Publishing LoveXtreme Forever) (4 page)

Paul didn’t say another word, but left through the back door to the alley.

Samantha let go of Jessie’s hand but not the knife. Oddly, she seemed completely calm, though Jessie’s entire body seemed to be vibrating from the close call.

“He’s gone, Sam. Are you okay?”

She nodded, and put down the knife. “Thank God you came in when you did.”

Jessie put her arms around her. “What the hell was up with him?”

“I’m okay.” Samantha gently pushed her away and shook her head. “Did you know he’s married?”

“Yes. I heard about his wife visiting him in the hospital after the accident.”

“Fucking asshole. He has come on strong in the past but nothing like this.”

That news shocked Jessie. “This has happened before? Have you told anyone about it?”

“No. This is a small town. Something like that gets out, and tongues start wagging.”

“Well, I’m telling the Wilde brothers. They need to know.”

“No, Jessie. Please don’t. I think after slamming my knee into his nuts, he won’t be coming back again. Besides, I think if you told Austin, he might kill him. There is bad blood between those two.”

Jessie thought that odd. “What kind of bad blood?”

“When Austin was around ten years old, Paul, Malcolm Winters, and a few other boys took him out by the Old Mine. They tied him to a tree and left him.” Samantha sighed. “It took three nights and days for the authorities to find him. He was dehydrated, starving, and half out of his mind.”

“Oh my God.” Though she’d spent little time with Austin, her heart ached for him. “What happened to the boys that did that to him?”

“Nothing. Austin never blew the whistle on them.”

“How do you know about this? You probably weren’t even born yet.”

“Paul told me on one of his rants about how he was going to win me over. He threatened to tie me to a tree like he’d done with Austin until I finally submitted to him.”

“Bastard!”

“That’s the right word for him.”

“He’s gotten away with too much, Sam. He’s dangerous, and you need to expose him.”

“Please. No. You don’t know Wilde like I do. I know what I’m doing. Please don’t tell the brothers. I beg you.”

Reluctantly, Jessie nodded. “Okay. But you have to promise me that if he calls you or anything else, you will let me know.”

“I promise. I don’t think he’ll be coming around after today.” Samantha laughed. “Did you see his face after I busted his balls? Priceless.”

Jessie smiled. “You got him good. I just hope he got the message.”

“He did. Sure, today he went overboard, but he really is pretty harmless.”

“Does his wife know about any of this?”

“No. She’s so sweet, but a bit of an airhead.”

The back door opened, and Jessie jumped. She looked back at Samantha, who was again wielding the knife.

A guy dressed in a brown uniform walked in. He was holding a clipboard. “Hi, Sam. Where’s your mom?”

“She had to go to Elko.” Sam put the knife back on the counter. “I thought you weren’t going to be here until late.”

“This is the new time for the delivery. Crap. I need your mom’s signature to unload your order.”

“No prob. Give me your papers.”

The man handed her the clipboard.

“Here’s the only place you need her signature?” Samantha pointed to the paper.

“Yep. You know how to sign her name?” He raised an eyebrow. “It’s gotta be perfect, Sam. I could get in real trouble from the boss if the home office notices.”

“Trust me.” Samantha went to a desk in the far corner with a computer, a fax machine, a scanner, and a phone. Jessie watched her place the paper on the glass of the scanner and punch the green button. Samantha then typed on the computer and brought up the digitized copy of the sheet. She clicked on some folders on the desktop. And in less than five seconds she had pasted a digital copy of her mother’s signature on the bottom line of the invoice. She hit Print. And five seconds later a copy of the paper with Norma’s signature appeared.

Sam handed the sheet to him. “That work for you?”

“Sure does. I’ll get started right away.” The guy exited the kitchen.

Jessie was amazed. “You are a whiz at the computer, aren’t you?”

Samantha shrugged. “Hey, did you come here to talk to me or were you wanting something to eat?”

Jessie nodded. “I’m starving. But I would love for you to eat with me.”

“Sounds great. How about King Cakes?”

“I shouldn’t.”

“No one should, but why not?”

* * * *

In one of the VIP rooms of The Masters’ Chambers, Denver sat in a chair, gazing at Jessie on the small stage next to the paddling bench. The little white blouse and silky bra he’d chosen for her to wear tonight could not hold back her peaking nipples. The plaid skirt he’d bought for her rose high on her thigh, causing his pulse to pound hard through his veins. Even the white sneakers he made her wear were decided on by him to add to her feeling of innocence. She looked so appetizing, a multicourse meal for him to devour.

“Strip,” Denver instructed Jessie, watching the passionate shivers she presented for his enjoyment.

He was impressed by how quickly she obeyed, though her body shook visibly. She folded the clothes in little piles by the bench on the tiny elevated stage. This was her second visit to The Masters’ Chambers, and he was satisfied that she was ready for her first training session.

Even before they’d entered during her first trip the club, it had taken every ounce of willpower not to take her on the spot until she screamed and clawed his back. Her emotions and thoughts were easy for him to detect. Her shallow breaths and flush skin told him volumes. She wanted to be dominated, controlled, and pleasured.
H
e was more than willing to be the one who delivered just that for her. He’d never been so completely obsessed with a woman, but Jessie wasn’t like any other woman. She was peerless.

Jessie was down to her bra and panties, trembling. She hesitated, looked at the door, and then back at him with her gorgeous wide eyes. His cock lengthened in his jeans, and his balls loaded up just at her innocent, delicate beauty. Her curves and silky skin called him to action.

“Why did you stop undressing, sugar?”

She trembled. “Sir, is anyone else coming in here, or are we going to be alone the whole time?”

“Don’t worry about that. I’ve asked a few members to come in and watch, but they’ll come after I think you’re ready for an audience. Understand?”

She bit her lip, showing how excited she was at the prospect of being put on display. “Yes, Sir.”

The little exhibitionist inside her was about to be let out, and that thrilled him. That’s what he loved about the club and the BDSM lifestyle. Jessie would’ve never been able to let go and experience that. It wasn’t in her to be the driver in such things. She needed a firm, assuring hand to guide her to a safe space. A place she could open up and really feel.

Her arousal wafted through the room like a hot fog. Even though a novice, she obeyed beautifully. The more he’d learned about her, the more he believed her excitement and pleasure needed dominance and the sting of his choosing.

From the moment of their kiss in his truck, he knew what an amazing sub she would be. Jessie got to him with her curiosity, courage, and innocence. That only added to his desire for her. Though he wanted everyone to know she was his, he’d opted for the more private setting for this first round of training. When he did bring her out to the big stage, he wanted everyone to see how amazing she was.

Still, he would get her prepared for a perfect demonstration for his eldest brother on the main stage. Knowing Austin would never cut Jessie’s brake lines or cause the other accidents, he expected proof would present itself soon. Once it did, he’d set the time for Jessie’s naughty exhibition.

At the moment, they were alone in the VIP room he’d chosen. Not for long. VIP rooms were by invitation only. He knew Jessie wasn’t ready for a main stage. Not yet, but soon.

Every primal instinct inside him screamed for him to jump on the stage with her, pull her lush body tight against his, and fill her pretty pussy up with his hungry cock. Seeing the little wet spot on her pink panties nearly crumbled his willpower to dust—nearly. “Remove your underwear, love.”

She closed her eyes and nodded. He knew the little nod was more for her than for him, but he would let that slide. Slowly, her trembling hand removed the last bits of clothing. The flawless symmetry of her naked body hypnotized him. Her silky, auburn locks cascaded down to the pale skin of her shoulders. Her breasts were perfectly shaped. Her berry nipples were colored a pretty pink. He moved his gaze down and saw she had covered her pussy with both her hands.

“Open your eyes and clasp your hands behind your back, love.”

“Yes, Sir,” she whispered, and then did as instructed, jutting out her breasts even more.

Denver left his chair and sauntered next to her. Never had he needed more self-control with a woman before. Everything about Jessie tantalized him to forget the training, but she needed this. Hell, so did he. Besides, wasn’t he also supposed to try to get her ready for Austin, Mr. Twenty-Four-Seven? Yes. But could he ever really turn her over to his eldest brother?

It had all sounded so logical, a perfect plan, but after only two days alone with her, Denver wasn’t so sure.

He leaned down and nuzzled her neck, inhaling her jasmine and citrus fragrance. “You’re doing great, sugar.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

Denver thought about how Austin might respond to Jessie’s naiveté. He’d known three of Austin’s former subs. They were very experienced in the life, and even then, they had failed to keep his brother’s attention for long. Austin made sure the discarded subs were handed off to appropriate Doms, but still, Denver had seen them when Austin came to the club. His brother had left his emotional mark on them, and if given the chance, all of them would’ve dropped their current Doms for another go with Austin. It’d been years since Austin had taken a sub on for himself. Denver wasn’t sure why, but he guessed it was because Austin didn’t want to hurt another woman.

Maybe, or maybe Austin just didn’t want to deal with the trouble of handing a sub off. Still, Austin didn’t miss a beat when it came to having a round with a sexy woman. He was in hot demand to train subs at the club and elsewhere.
Well, I can worry about what Austin will do later and whether or not I’ll turn her over to him. Right now, I have my own sexy sub to train.

Denver threaded his hands through her hair. He looked into her eyes and watched her blink. He could feel her nervousness and excitement growing in concert together.
Perfect.

He leaned in and brushed his lips against her ear. “Before the others come in, you need to understand some things. You’ve been through a round or two with Dallas, right?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“This will be different.”

As Jessie studied the canes, crops, and paddles he’d brought and placed on the table by the bench, her eyes froze on the black single-tail whip there.

Denver grinned. She wasn’t ready for it, but its presence, just as he’d known it would, worked to keep her on edge and guessing. He wasn’t certain she’d respond to the sting the whip would deliver, but when she was ready to give it a try, he would eventually test her to find out if she might. But not here, and not now. If she didn’t take to the whip, then he would know that she could never be turned over to Austin. His brother was infamous of using a variety of whips in his sessions.