Safeword Interrupted (The Cattail Club Book 1) (18 page)

"Sir...please, may I come!" She yanked on her wrists.

"Not yet, baby." Deacon's hand disappeared between her legs. She flinched as he removed whatever it was that Mistress Jasmin had placed over her clit. He held her open - vulnerable to the machine. "Just a little bit more for me."

"More..." She groaned harshly as each thrust brushed her clit but not hard enough to send her over. She was going to go out of her mind.

Then Jasmin moved from her belly, to her breasts. The first sting of lash against the inside of her breast sent her over. She screamed, her body convulsing as a brutally hard orgasm wracked her frame. Spots danced in front of her eyes as the pleasure refused to ebb, fed by the faster moving machine and the rough thumb her Sir was rubbing over her clit. "Sir!"

"Fuck yeah. Come for me. Again, Bethany!" He flopped down on his stomach in front of her to seal his mouth over her clit. She jerked as he sucked the nub into his mouth and worried it with the edge of his teeth.

"Oh my fucking God....you rotten, son of a bitch....no more....I can't....aw hell..." She screamed out obscenities as grueling spasms of what should've been pleasure, but were so much more, tried to turn her inside out. And yet he still continued to eat at her - refusing to let her come down.

By the time it ended she was nothing more than a sobbing mess of woman. She didn't even protest when he draped her over his lap and shoved his erection deep inside her folds. Her pussy grasped him like a welcome intruder.

"Fuck....so damned wet - making a mess of my leathers." He speared his hands through her hair as he forced her to ride him in the same manner she'd rode the machine.

"I'm sorry, Sir." She didn't know why she was apologizing, other than it felt like the right thing to do at the moment.

"You'll pay for it later." He growled, wrapping his arms around her waist and forcing her into a faster rhythm. "After you come again."

"No...." She tried to protest, but her body wasn't her own. It was his, and it gladly obeyed it's Master's command. She shattered once more and gave into the darkness - knowing her Dom would keep her safe.

* * * *

Jasmin smiled at Deacon as she handed him a bottle of water and a blanket. He took both wordlessly, wrapping the blanket around Bethany's trembling form, then coaxing her to take a few sips from the icy bottle.

"You did well, Deacon. I'm proud of you."

He looked up and shifted Bethany closer to make room for his mentor to sit next to them on the couch. "You are?"

She nodded, tucking a loose piece of Bethany's damp hair behind her ear. "You fought your fear and won. In fact, both of you won."

He sighed tipping his head down to rest on top of Bethany's. His free hand slipped under the blanket to cup their child. "I can't believe we did this - that I could give her this without hurting her."

Jasmin patted his leg. "A woman's body is unbelievably resilient. Not that I'm saying you can play like this during the last month of her pregnancy."

He rolled his shoulders. "I'm still worried about going too far."

She ruffled his hair. "Don't be. Trust your instinct and Bethany's cues. They will tell you how far to push and when to back off." She stood. "And I'll always be around if you need me. Now if you don't mind, I need to go find a sub. I'm so damned wet I could mount a bedpost, and I saw a sexy young thing who promised to give me untold pleasures if I let him."

Deacon chuckled as the Domme disappeared into another part of the room.

Epilogue

A year later

"You ready for this?" Deacon pressed a kiss against the back of her neck. "Are you ready to submit to me, little one?"

A thrill raced up Bethany's spine. It'd been six months since she'd given birth to their son, Jason. And the first time they'd made it back to the club since her emergency C-section shortly before Christmas. With the imp coming early and the joint business endeavor that Deacon and Chet had embarked upon three months ago by attaching a complete karaoke bar with a dance floor to the existing Spurs and Chaps, Bethany and her Sir hadn't had a chance to visit the Cattail club since last Thanksgiving.

"Maybe." She batted her eyes at him as she followed him across the parking lot to the Cattail Club.

He wrapped his arm around her waist and tugged her up against him. "What do you mean maybe?" He gave a mock growl and rubbed his stubble across her sensitive neck.

She fought the giggle building in her throat. "Perhaps, I should make you chase me, Sir." More than anything she wanted her husband to go all dominant on her. And making him track her down was a surefire way to push his buttons. Why? Because both she and her ass had felt neglected - but not because Deacon was trying to hide his dominant like before. Nope this time it was just life in general. Her battle with anemia after the birth, the specialized care Jason needed for the first two months of his life, and now the bar’s onsite construction meant most nights they’d tumbled into bed exhausted.

But now that she had her anemia under control, and Jason had grown enough to not need round the clock care, Jasmin had ordered Deacon to take Bethany out while she babysat her god-son.

"Bad girl." He swatted her ass. "I ought to take your conniving little ass home."

"No, please don't." She begged. She wasn't worried he follow through with the threat. Not in least bit. Both of them needed a night of fun free sex and domination while little Jason spent quality time with Jasmin. The older Domme had no children of her own, so she doted on the infant and spent as much time with him as she could. "Besides Mistress Jasmin said if we came home before midnight, she would personally take a crop to your ass, Sir." She licked her lower lip. "And not that I wouldn't like to see stripes on your ass for once..." She ran her hand over his leather-clad buns..."I would much rather be the one wearing them."

He arched his brow at her. "Would you now?"

She nodded, her blond ponytail bobbing. "Yes, Sir. It's been too long since we've done more than sneak a few hours in the playroom at home." She slipped her hand around the front and daringly ran her hand over the thick length of him.

He caught her wrist, his gaze adopting that familiar cold feel to it. She shivered in anticipation. God she loved when he went dominant on her.

"Did I say you could play with me?"

She shook her head. "No, Sir."

"And what's the punishment for touching without permission, Bethany?" He gave a pointed look at the spot in front of him.

"Being forced to suck your cock, Sir." Her nipple tightened under the simple halter-top she wore. With no bra to hide the tight peaks she was certain he knew exactly how much the idea aroused her.

"Then what are you waiting for?"

She glanced around the lot - spring had finally come, but it was still a bit on the cool side with the temps hovering around thirty-eight to forty degrees during the height of the day and plummeting below freezing at night. Did he honestly want her to suck him off here? "But what if someone comes, Sir?"

"Then you will put on a show for them, so they know how lucky I am to have the best damned cocksucker around."

Her thighs trembled. She loved when he spoke dirty to her - it was as if he knew how hot she found his raw gritty praise. She lowered herself to the gravel, thankful for the jeans protecting her knees. "Yes, Sir." She reached out to ease the zipper down with her fingers, when he slapped her hand away. "You know better. Open my leathers with your teeth - and no biting."

"Yes, Sir." She rubbed her face over his bulge then lifted up a bit to catch the tab in her teeth. She was just pulling it down when another car pulled into the parking lot - its light illuminating Deacon's strong form with Bethany kneeling at his feet. She moved back to see who it was, when Deacon threaded his fingers through her hair and jerked her head back to him. "I didn't tell you to stop."

"But..." She gave him a pleading look - honestly not caring one way or the other about their audience. All she wanted was to stroke the fires inside Deacon higher. And she knew her husband. The idea of getting rough with her – of enforcing his will tripped his trigger. "...the car, Sir."

"I said suck, damnit!" He shifted and the thick rounded cap of his erection escaped the small opening she'd already made. Its tip was wet with his pre-cum. "Now or there will be no Sybian machine for you tonight."

She whimpered. He'd be sadistic enough to take away her favorite toy - especially knowing that she'd been fantasizing about taking another wild ride on the fuck machine - this time with an attachment even larger than Deacon's cock, now that she wasn’t pregnant. "Yes, Sir." She wrapped her lips around the thick head and lashed the spongy helmet, suckling off the droplets.

He groaned softly, his hand cupping the back of her head as the crunch of gravel sounded behind them.

"Damn, couldn't wait to get into the club, Bossman?"

"No, more like she couldn't wait to get into trouble." His fingers tightened in her hair as he addressed Tim, their bartender. "Suck - quit fucking teasing."

She moaned at the slight sting, but slid her lips further down the thick shaft as he started thrusting against her mouth and tongue - all the while continuing his conversation with the other master. Pussy juice flooded the delicate lace between her thighs and she ached to rub her clit as pleased her Sir. Her fingers inched away from where they rested on her left thigh. If she was good and sneaky, she would be able to slip them between her legs and massage the seam of her jeans and her master would be none the wiser. She tongued his slit on the next upward lift of her head, before plunging back down on him. Deacon's voice grew hoarse as he continued to talk to Tim about one of the returning members.

Thinking him distracted, she honed in on her clit, got one firm press against it before he pulled free from her mouth and hauled her to her feet. His expression was closed off, but she could see the anticipation glistening in his eyes. "You just couldn't resist, could you?" He shoved his hand between her thighs, giving her mound a hard squeeze. "Who's pussy is this, sub?"

She hissed, the pressure both painful and pleasureful. "Yours, Sir."

He nodded. "Then why the hell were you touching it - trying to get off without my permission?"

"I'm sorry, Sir." She whispered, not really apologetic, but determined to play the game.

Deacon glanced over at Tim. "Somehow I don't think she's really sorry. Do you?"

Tim shook his head. "Nope, not in the least. I say we take her inside and show her how we punish bad little subs."

"Sounds good." He glanced down at Bethany, his expression softening. "You up to a little threesome, sweetheart?"

Bethany's heart melted at his question - his words assuring her that he'd never do anything without her permission. "Of course, Sir." She nuzzled his palm. "After all this sub has been such a naughty girl. She deserves to be punished by her master and whoever else he deems fit."

Deacon groaned, his body tight with need. "Damn, I love you, Bethany."

Tim nudged him. "Enough talk. I want to see how long she can ride the chair without begging us to let her come."

This time it was Bethany groaned. She'd heard all about the newest piece of equipment the club boasted. With the sturdy frame of a wing back chair that had been modified to fit the innards of a Sybian machine, it had submissives screaming in pleasure when their dominants hooked their legs over the thick arms. That and the fact that pistoning glass dildo didn’t care how many times it made the poor pussy on the other end of its gleaming surface come. "I'll be good - I promise. Don’t use the chair!" She babbled, protesting as Deacon hoisted her over his shoulder. Then ruined it all by smiling in anticipation. Damn she couldn't wait.

The End

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Dakota is a simple Midwest girl, who has found her passion in storytelling at a young age. Her father always said she made up the craziest stories. Most remained unwritten though as writing wasn’t Dakota’s strong suit. That all changed in junior high when she took her first typing class. Problem solved for the dyslexic Dakota. There was no stopping her after that. She wrote her first novel her freshman year about a girl who could speak to animals on an old electric IBM typewriter her dad found at a garage sale. Now writing in several different genres, she is a published author with multiple books under her belt. When she isn’t writing, she’s the crazy mom of three wild Indians who are posing as her children.

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Blurb:

Best friends since early childhood, Lily and Kyle do everything together but have sex… 
From the school room to their morning radio show at KKRC, Kyle Austin has always had Lily's back, which is why her refusal to see him as anything other than a friend irks him. After overhearing a conversation revealing her true dominant nature, he sees an opportunity to have what he’s always wanted: Lily. With Christmas around the corner, he's not above shedding his nice guy image to show her how just naughty he can be.
 

Desperate to exorcise her lust before their annual New Year get together, Lily heads to her club… 
Lily Banner thinks she holds a dark secret from Kyle, which is why his presence at the Velvet Fist is such a surprise. She’s wanted him forever, but to have him meant corrupting her best friend in ways he’d never imagined or so she thought. Because late at night, when the need gets to her, she dons her leather and becomes Mistress Banner – a domme who will demand more than just sex from him. But now that he’s in her world…will she get what she never thought she could have for Christmas?

Excerpt:

Moving through the main room, she was vastly aware of Kyle at her back, his tread familiar but exciting. The idea of him following her into a playroom or wherever else she wanted to go was beyond tempting. They had made it halfway through the main room when he suddenly stopped. Behind her, she shouldn’t have been able to tell he wasn’t at her heels, but she’d always had a sixth sense when it came to him. She knew him. If something caught his attention - say like the very public flogging going on not thirty feet away, he’d stop to watch, to process what he was seeing.

Ready to scold him, she turned around, only to find herself wrapped in his arms, his mouth covering hers, his tongue probing for an entrance she wasn’t about to give him. She stiffened as the room grew silent. Dread mingled with the lust his kiss fueled. Each flick of his tongue against the seam of her lips tempted her, but weight of the stares coming from those around her kept her from giving in. Kyle had done the unthinkable. And the fool didn’t even realize it. He’d neatly backed her into a corner. Around her she heard several gasps and even a murmur from a couple of Doms. They all knew her – her rules, her hard limits, and Kyle had just crossed them. She was going to have to do what she’d sworn she wouldn’t.

She lifted her hand and twisted his nipple, swallowing his gasp of pain, before ripping her mouth away. “You shouldn’t have done that, slave.” She kept her words cold. “No sub kisses me….ever.”

Instead of looking worried, Kyle smirked and crossed his arms over his chest. “So I’ve heard.”

“And yet you still did it? Knowing it was something I won’t tolerate? That any other sub would find himself on the wrong end of my crop for such an act?”

He nodded, looking pleased. “But then again I’m not just any sub to grovel at your feet, begging your favor.”

“You’re not?” She glared at him, not liking the direction this was going.

“No. I’m a naughty boy looking for a strong Domme to show me my place.” He reached out and traced his finger over her cheek. “If she can. It still remains to be seen if it’ll be you.”

Around the room whispers grew, but Kyle, despite his inexperience, didn’t seem the least bit concerned about what she might do to him. In fact with the way his eyes were sparkling, she’d say he was enjoying himself. Without looking away from Kyle, she spoke to the approaching Dom, who came to a stop next to her.

“Master David, is the main stage free?”

“Yeah. Nothing’s scheduled until later tonight.”

“Good, because I have a naughty boy who needs to be taught a very public lesson about not obeying his Mistress.”