Anne's Courage [Le Club 3] (Siren Publishing Classic) (6 page)

“I kind of wish we weren’t going out tonight.” Anne looked a little anxious. Jamie knew that although he had relieved most of her anxieties about her physical imperfections, her emotions were still a little raw from their confrontation. He could see that she might need a little more care and attention, as well as some quiet time with him.

“We won’t be out long. Just dinner in the dining room. I want to talk to Jason about this. He’s our local attorney, and he’s handled some sensitive matters for Justin in the past.”

* * * *

Anne slipped on a black sheath dress with the Louboutin pumps over silky, thigh-high hose.
These shoes have a remarkable effect on Jamie!
When they wear out, I should probably have them bronzed!
The dress had a high cowl neck in the front and sexy drape baring her back. She wore her hair pinned up in a sleek chignon which she knew flattered her long neck. A long strand of big, glowing, black Tahitian pearls worn choker style in the front and dropping down in the back in an unexpected manner felt cool against her skin.

“You look fabulous!” he said as he nuzzled her neck, kissed her shoulder, and ran his lips down along the opulent strand of pearls. “How about room service?”

“Oh, no! I’m dressed now. You had your chance, remember?”
Oh, so tempting
. “Besides, you need to talk to Jason.”

In the dining room, the three couples enjoyed gourmet dinners, fine wines, and lively conversation. Anne thoroughly enjoyed the meal and the company. It was a pleasant change from her usual solitary pursuits. She realized she had been cutting herself off from female company as well as male. The events surrounding her illness had affected her in many more ways than she had realized.
It’s time to make some changes
. The ladies indulged in desserts and coffee while the gentlemen adjourned to the club’s library for brandy and cigars.

* * * *

Jamie filled Jason and Trent in on the attack on Jester and what had been done to ensure his safety and catch the perpetrator.

“That’s one sick bastard,” Trent said, outrage darkening his handsome face.

“Let’s not judge too quickly,” Jason said, ever the cautious attorney. “We don’t know the circumstances yet.”

“Don’t give me that ‘guilty till proven innocent’ stuff. When I have the proof to my satisfaction, that bastard’s going to be sorry...” Jamie said.

“Please, before you do anything stupid, call me first. Believe me, I want to see whoever is responsible pay, but legally,” Jason replied, attempting to be the voice of reason.

After dinner, Jamie and Anne walked arm in arm to the suite. He gave her hand a squeeze and said, “Hey, baby! Wanna fool around?”

“Are you kidding? You’re crazy.” She giggled. This man was always full of surprises.

“Well...actually, I’m not kidding or crazy, but I am horny as hell,” he said as he pulled her up against his very erect cock. “Why don’t you get the key to one of the theme rooms from your office, and let’s play. How about the ‘Executive Office’? I’ve had something on my mind since that first morning, and I can’t seem to dislodge it. While you’re at it, could you please change back into one of your business suits?” He flashed his winning smile and kissed the tender place just beneath her jaw. She didn’t know if it was the kiss or the suggestion that made her tingle down to her toes.

“You’re not kidding, are you?” she asked with a grin. “I think I can do that, but it’s going to cost you!”

Anne, feeling like a naughty teenager, retrieved the key to the “Executive Office,” marked it in use on the board, and changed back into a business suit she kept in the office for emergencies, while Jamie retrieved a few necessary supplies from the Ming Suite. They met at the door to the Executive Office, and she handed him the key. He opened the door, and they entered what appeared to be an executive’s quite luxurious private office, complete with a large desk and the usual desk accessories, reclining desk chair, visitors’ chairs, a couch, an oriental rug on the floor, and good paintings on the walls.

Anne had never participated in any of the BDSM activities at the club, but she had seen plenty of it on the grounds, not to mention the time Calleigh Steele had been given a public whipping in the Playroom annex of the club for breaking her confidentiality agreement. That had been an eye-opening experience to say the least. She had known that Jamie was into BDSM. After all, he was a member of Le Club Beaudelaire—New Orleans, but she had not considered that he would want to have a “scene” with her. Why she hadn’t considered it, she could not imagine. She really should have been prepared for this, but she hadn’t thought about it.

Her knees were weak, and her pussy was hot. A zip of electricity tingled down her spine directly to her pussy. She felt her panties dampen at the thought of submitting to him.

* * * *

This situation is ripe with possibilities.
What exactly do I want to do? Definitely get her out of that suit. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about that for a week
. He grinned to himself.
And definitely get my hands on her very fine butt!

“All right, Ms. Sutton, while we are in this ‘scene,’ you will address me as Mr. Devereau. Don’t forget your safe word is ‘Magnolia.’ Do you have any hard limits you want to discuss?”

“Just the usual hard limits, no whipping or extreme bondage,” she replied with a tremulous smile.

Jamie sat down behind the massive desk and motioned for Anne to sit in his lap. She complied, and he said, “I would never do this in my own office in New Orleans. It’s going to be fun.” He turned her face to his and kissed her hotly, plunging his tongue into her mouth and exploring it leisurely. She shifted in his lap as his solid erection nestled against her soft bottom.

She tried to twist free and said, “But, Mr. Devereau, this isn’t part of my job description.”

“It is now, Ms. Sutton. On your knees between my legs,” he said with the steely thread of command in his voice.

He could see the look of shock on her face, but she complied with his demand. She slowly and reluctantly eased down the zipper of his trousers. As his enormous erect cock sprang free, she looked up at him with obviously feigned trepidation. “Oh, Mr. Devereau, Sir...must I?”

“Yes, Ms. Sutton, you must. Now get to it.”

As he relaxed back in the chair, he nonchalantly picked up an issue of Money Magazine. She knelt on the floor between his thighs, and she took his cock in her hands, his hard-on alive and vital. She bent forward and took his cock into her mouth, swirling her tongue over the smooth, glistening head. She licked the drop of pre-cum on the tip as she inhaled the potent scent of excited male.

He dropped the magazine from nerveless fingers as she began to slowly massage his length from tip to base, as she gently cupped his balls. His cock began to throb. He felt her lower her mouth over his cock, as she took him deeply into the back of her throat. She slowly slid her mouth back and forth over his length, gradually increasing the suction and pace until, with a shout of triumph, he shot a stream of semen into the back of her throat. She swallowed the cum greedily and held his softening cock in her mouth.

Before she could get too comfortable, he said, “Ms. Sutton, that was quite adequate. Now remove your suit. I’ve wanted to see you peel out of that suit for some time.” She gave him a sultry look as she slowly unbuttoned the jacket of the red suit and pulled it off her shoulders and down her arms. She then slid the short, form-fitting pencil skirt down over her nicely rounded hips and stepped out of it. She stood before him in a red, lace demi-bra, thigh-high hose, and the infamous black pumps with red soles.

“Now, Ms. Sutton, bend over the edge of my desk and spread your legs,” he said in a commanding voice.
What a sight!
He’d been fantasizing about having her in just this position all week.

* * * *

She hastened to obey as she felt a light stab of fear, and the heat curled through her stomach and down into her drenched pussy. The added height of the black pumps boosted her butt into the air and stretched her hamstring muscles to their limit. She felt extremely exposed and vulnerable through the throb of excitement. “Spread those legs, Ms. Sutton. Don’t be coy. I know what a bad girl you are. Your wet pussy is all rosy and pouting. Just gorgeous!” he ran his hand over her round bottom and juicy slit, framed by the lacy edges of the thigh-high hose and enhanced by the “fuck me” pumps. The muscles of her legs and buttocks quivered. Was it excitement, nerves, or just cold from the air-conditioning blowing from the vents in the ceiling over her hot flesh? She didn’t know, but she was almost vibrating with need.

He slid his fingers lightly along the seam of her pouting pussy lips, spreading them wide, quickly dipping his fingers into the aching channel, and pumping in and out. He grazed her protruding clit with his thumb, and she rocketed into a gut-clenching orgasm. He slapped her bottom. “Not yet, Ms. Sutton. You are not to come without permission,” he said with menace.
What? Oh no!
She had heard of that but had never thought she would be in the “position” she now found herself.

“Yes, Mr. Devereau. I’m sorry, Sir! It won’t happen again. Please don’t spank me.”
Now where the hell did that come from?
Could I possibly have been subconsciously wanting a spanking? No…

“I’m afraid I have to spank you, Ms. Sutton. All infractions of the office rules are to be severely punished,” he said as his hand came down on her bare bottom with a resounding crack, followed quickly by three more smacks. She gasped as the stinging spread out across her bottom and reached hot fingers of need into her cunt. She struggled to control her reaction to the glorious feeling as he continued to finger-fuck her, and white hot lightning sizzled through her body.

“Oh, Mr. Devereau, fuck me, please fuck me. I can’t wait any longer,” she cried desperately as she felt the edge of a monumental orgasm building.

“All right, Ms. Sutton, you may come now,” he said. Without bothering to completely drop his trousers, Jamie slammed into her waiting pussy and drove her over the edge, hot blood rushing as the pleasure pumped through her veins like molten lava. As they slowly surfaced, Anne found herself still face down over the desk. She was dazed as Jamie slowly withdrew from her still-quaking body. He gently lifted her from the desk and into his strong arms. He carried her to the couch against the wall and sank down with her in his lap. He cuddled her against his wide chest and pulled a silk throw from the back of the couch over her cooling body.

“Oh my God, Mr. Devereau! I can’t believe what just happened,” she said in a still breathy voice. As she slowly came back to herself, a feeling of relaxation and accomplishment settled around her heart.

“Call me Jamie. The scene is over. When you settle down a bit, I’ll pour us both some champagne. And I snagged some chocolate covered strawberries from the kitchen. That was incredible. For a ‘newbie,’ you really get into a scene.”

“I’ve never done anything like that before. God, that was intense.”

“So, do you think you would enjoy participating in this type of ‘scene’ once in a while? Neither Justin or I are into any of the more extreme aspects of the Lifestyle. It’s really just for the fun of it. If it’s not fun and sexy, why bother?”

“I have to say that I found it very stimulating. It’s different than I thought it would be. The drama makes the emotions and physical reactions even more intense. Yes, I definitely would enjoy this once in a while.”

In their favorite suite, the Southern Plantation Suite, Calleigh and Jason relaxed on the screened veranda overlooking the English gardens and tranquil pond at the bottom of the lawn. It was dark, and they could see the fireflies flitting around in the garden. Jason had a brandy in a crystal snifter, and Calleigh had her usual Virgin Mary, sans alcohol due to her advanced pregnancy. Her baby belly, though not enormous, was starting to get in her way and on her nerves.

“One more month. I can hardly wait to hold Emily Rose in my arms,” she said, smiling softly. She looked up hopefully. “I think it would be nice if you would cuddle me.”

“That would be my pleasure,” Jason said as he lifted her into his lap, feigning a huge groan as though she weighed a ton.

She giggled. “I know you’re stronger than that! Stop your groaning and complaining.” She snuggled into his broad chest and asked impishly, “Can we play?” Calleigh had found that the hormones running rampant in her system since she had become pregnant made her desperately horny. She had also found that she needed to cajole Jason into making love as he was extremely concerned that she not injure herself or the baby with too much boisterous sex,
as if
there could be “too much” boisterous sex. And she had really been boisterous lately. She could hardly keep her legs closed. It was really rather embarrassing.

* * * *

“Only if you behave yourself and act like a lady,” he said sternly, grinning to himself.
She’s really amazing. Most women eight months along are overweight, grumpy, have swollen ankles, and want to kill their husbands
.