Aryn's Desire: A BOLD Security Novel (Finding Submission Book 1) (10 page)

“I’ve wanted to do this since you got here,” she says as she crawls on her hands and knees across the big bed, right toward me.
 

“Do what?” I whisper.
 

“This,” she says succinctly before slanting her lips over my own. Claiming me in a deep, hard, breath stealing kiss.

FOURTEEN

IT TAKES ME a minute to get over the initial shock of what Celeste has bestowed on me. Oddly enough, I’m not sure I want her to stop what she’s doing.
 

Her lips are soft, yet urgent against mine and her hands begin to roam up my chest. I shiver. I do enjoy women who are aggressive enough to go after what they want but I’m not sure this is what I want to happen here. I’ve only just met her. Shut up, I know I’ve done this a few times before, but this is different.
 

I pull back. “Celeste, stop,” I say breathless.
 

She pouts, “Why would I do that?” Her hands slide up my chest a little farther and I take her by her wrists.
 

“Because this isn’t right and you know it.”
 

“Says who?” Her voice is hurt, and the expression on her face tells me that she isn’t used to rejection, and frankly, I’m not all that used to dishing it out when it comes to the point of kissing someone.
 

“Says me. We have to work together.”
 

“So?”
 

“Jesus, woman, do you sleep with everyone that walks through the door to help you guys?” My voice comes out a little harsher than I intended and I’m immediately torn between apologizing to her and letting it go.
 

“No, I’m not a slut,” she scoffs.
 

“I didn’t say you were. Look, I don’t think this is a good idea.”
 

“But it would feel so good,” she whines.
 

She can say that again. She would probably be the best I’ve had in a long time, but I am so afraid of my own expectations that I cannot bring myself to give into this, not tonight anyway.
 

The play party comes to mind quickly and I wonder if it might not be a bad idea to have an outlet after that is over. “Let’s just take it easy for tonight, alright?” Jesus, what the fuck am I saying? Who the hell am I and what’s happened to me?
 

Her expression changes from shock and rejection to a more passive one. “So you’re not saying no?” She presses her lips into a thin line.
 

“For tonight? Yes, I’m saying no.” She pouts again. “But that doesn’t mean that I won’t say yes another time.”

The ‘promise’ in my voice is enough to pacify her for now. She leans in and gives me a chaste kiss. “Alright,” she says before leaving my room.
 

As soon as the door closes, I throw the covers off and move around the bed to the door, locking it quickly before returning to the bed. Shedding my pajama bottoms as I go.
 

My cock stands hard as a fucking rock thanks to her. Regardless of rejecting her, he never went down. “What the hell?” I say to my cock before gripping it in my hand and lying back down on the bed.
 

Images of her fill my mind. Yeah, you’re an idiot, Becker.
 

I passed out shortly after coming all over myself like an idiot. Jesus, it took more than I had to not pull my pajamas back on and go find her and take her for myself. She made it too easy for me and maybe that’s part of why I rejected her. Either that or some stupid logical part of my mind took over my mouth and pushed her away because it was the right thing to do. Fuck that. It wasn’t the right thing to do, it was selfish. Sleeping with her now, the first night I’m here, with two weeks left to work with her would be torture to both her and myself. I never sleep with the same woman twice. Sleeping with her once and being here for two weeks means I’d have to reject her, hurt her, or worse, put my job in jeopardy.

Sure, I’ve had women hit on me. It’s been that way for years, and sometimes their initiative leads to me taking them someplace private and having my way with them. But more often than not, the girls I take for myself are ones I’ve intigated and convinced into going into a dark corner with me.
 

I wake up around one. With the three hour time difference from California to here, I can’t say that I’m surprised. Sean had told me that they didn’t need me for anything today so it is my day to do as I please.
 

I text Dex to find out where they are.
 

Dex to Beck
: ‘bout time. We’ve been waiting for you.
 

Beck to Dex
: you could have called, fucker.
 

Dex to Beck
: hardly, get dressed, Raine and I are going into town.

Well, fuck.
 

Beck to Dex
: give me 20.
 

I take a quick shower, dress and strap up, before walking out of my room with two minutes to spare. I try and find my way back to the main part of the house. Running smack into Celeste.

“Where’s the fire?” she teases.
 

“Uh…” Fuck, I almost slept with this chick last night. And daylight hasn’t given me much more perspective on whether or not I want to actually sleep with her. She still looks gorgeous, even dressed in black BTUs and a black t-shirt. Not much different than I am and she too is packing. “Dex wants to leave. I’m trying to find my way back to the house.”
 

She laughs, “This way.”
 

She turns around, leading me back the way she’d just come. “Thanks,” I tell her and she nods.
 

“I was just coming to get you.”
 

“Oh, for?”
 

“Dex wants to go out,” she laughs.
 

I roll my eyes.
 

“Here you go,” she says as she turns toward me and ushers me down the hallway that leads into the kitchen area of the main floor.
 

“Thanks.”
 

She gives me a sweet, knowing smile before leaving me to find my way.
 

I walk down the hall until it opens into the kitchen and now I need to figure out what direction I need to go. The kitchen is bustling with four different people, all dressed in white chef jackets and black pants. I look to my left and see where I need to go and I go there.
 

Stepping into the great room, everything is… “What the hell?” I turn around, thinking I’m in the wrong place, only to see the front door and the grand staircase and I realize that I’m in the right room. But it is practically empty of all the furniture that was here yesterday.
 

“Big, huh?”
 

I look at Dex who’s walking toward me from the other side of the staircase from where I’m at.
 

“You can say that again. Where’d it all go?”
 

He smiles. “Into the basement. The party will be held in here tonight.”
 

I nod in understanding. “So, where are we going?”
 

“Just into town. Cotah says that there is a nice little boutique there and Raine wants to look around.”
 

I give him a questioning look. “We’re in the middle of nowhere. What could this shop have that Los Angeles doesn’t?”
 

He gives me a knowing smirk. “You’ll see.”
 

“We ready?” Raine says as she comes bounding down the stairs, Cotah in tow.
 

“I am,” I tell her.
 

Derek comes out of a room off the great room. “Afternoon, Beck,” Derek says. “Can I talk to you for a minute?”
 

“Of course,” I say, leaving Dex to return to Raine and Cotah.
 

“Everything alright?” I ask Derek as I approach.
 

“Absolutely. Cotah would like to go with, do you mind?”
 

“Not at all. Anything I need to know?”
 

He shakes his head. “Nah, she’ll behave. She wants this play party more than anything, and she knows how to be a good girl.” He chuckles slightly. “I know the shop owner and I usually let Celeste stay outside while she’s inside, but you might want to investigate the store yourself, you know, for tonight.”
 

“What kind of store is this?”
 

“To the public? A clothing store. To a select few, well, I’ll let you guess on that one. I’d like you to drive.” He hands me a set of keys. “The car is gassed and outside. I had them program the GPS, but Cotah knows the way.”
 

“Yes, sir.”
 

My acknowledgement causes him to give a little upturn of his lips. I’m not really sure I understand it, so I let it go.
 

We pull up in front of a shop in the center of a small town near Derek’s estate. I don’t know the name of the town, but I imagine there isn’t a whole lot to do in this town on a Friday or Saturday night.
 

“Cotah, this looks like a clothing store,” Raine says. “I don’t need…”
 

“Hush, looks can be deceiving,” Cotah says with a tease as she opens the door and climbs out.
 

Irritated that she beat me to it, I climb out of the truck and scan the streets. There are people milling about, but nothing seems suspicious and I escort the three of them into the shop.
 

“Hello Dacotah,” an older woman greets her.
 

“Hello Mistress Sara,” Dacotah responds with a bow of her head.
 

Mistress?

“Who are your guests?” Mistress Sara asks.
 

“This is Master Dex and his slave.”
 

I’m not sure I’ll ever get used to Dex and Raine being referred to like that, but Mistress Sara comes around the counter and introduces herself to Dex. They shake hands. “May I say hello to your slave, Master Dex?”
 

“Please do.”
 

Mistress Sara extends her hand to Raine who takes it gently in her own. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, pet. Tell me, Master Dex, what is your pet’s name?”
 

“Raine, Mistress.”
 

She smiles at Dex. Obviously whatever this exchange between them is, it’s going well. The undeniable mutual respect between Sara and Dex is almost too much to put into words.
 

“Pleased to meet you, Raine,” Mistress Sara says.
 

“The pleasure is mine, Mistress.” Raine lowers her head. In this moment she looks more submissive than ever and I am pleased to see it, for some reason it is awfully becoming on her.
 

“And who is this, Cotah?” Mistress Sara says to her while looking at me.
 

“This is Beck, Mistress. He is Master Dex’s bodyguard.”
 

Mistress Sara gives me a coy little smile. “This must be a shock to you.”

I shake my head. “No, ma’am. I am aware of their relationship.”
 

“Well then, it’s a pleasure to meet you. Will I be seeing you tonight?” she asks me and I get the impression that she’d like to make me her little play thing.
 

“Yes, ma’am.”
 

She perks up. “Excellent.” She looks over at Cotah and asks, “Downstairs?”
 

“Yes please, Mistress.”
 

“Follow me.”
 

There is a definite command to Mistress Sara that I’ve seen in both Dex and Derek since they’ve come out of the closet to me and I’m beginning to wonder more about who isn’t in the lifestyle versus who is. It seems like everyone is, everyone but me.

As we walk toward the back of the shop, I shudder at the thought of being someone’s pet, but yet, my cock stirs.

FIFTEEN

WHEN WE ENTERED the basement of Mistress Sara’s shop, I immediately understood why they wanted to come here and why this part of the shop is hidden behind a locked door and a staircase. I would imagine people don’t randomly wander in here and that the shop upstairs keeps her afloat. Shortly after I closed the door to the basement, there was a chime of the front door opening and I could hear whoever it was upstairs while we all wandered around the room.
 

It was darker than the shop upstairs with walls painted a dark purple or maybe black, and the lighting was sufficient to see the pervertables that lined the walls. Everything you could possibly think of from vibrators and dildos to floggers, whips, some chains, some cuffs, though probably not the best on the market. There were signs around the store that said custom orders available. I gathered that Mistress Sara has a great supplier and the discreet nature for which she operates her business tells me that she’s managed to keep this shop a secret for a very long time.
 

Though there is nothing illegal down here, the idea that some little boutique in a small town sells this kind of stuff would be the end of her business altogether.
 

When we walked in, if Cotah hadn’t addressed Mistress Sara the way that she had, I would have never put two and two together and I’m curious how Derek found this shop in the first place.
 

Regardless, the girls dive into the center of the basement where there are all manner of corsets, leather wear, skirts and the like. Raine goes straight for the corsets and she finds one that Dex finds very appealing. I have to agree with him. Though I can’t help but wonder what she would wear under it. It would only come to just below her tits.
 

The girls are having fun and they pull several things off the racks before Raine steps into one of the curtain closed dressing rooms and Dacotah follows her.
 

After a few minutes, Mistress Sara joins us downstairs. “How are we doing, ladies?” she asks them and they giggle from behind the curtain.
 

“They’re fine,” Dex says with a smile.
 

“Good,” Mistress Sara laughs. “How long are you and your pet in town?” she asks Dex.