Damaged Goods (11 page)

Her hips flexed in time with the thrusts into her mouth and her own moans now mingled in the air with his and suddenly, with a deep reverberating shout, he came. The first stream fired into her mouth with surprising force, followed by another and another as he flexed and pumped and Terryn gasped in enchanted surrender as she came too. Without any direct contact to any part of her body below the chin, she came in a wonderful rush of heat and her nails dug tiny crescents into his thighs as she rode out both their climaxes to the sweet, blissful end.

As Brice slipped out of Terryn’s mouth, she nuzzled and sipped at him, cleaning him as he withdrew. It was thorough enough that he was still hard when he put his clothes back in order. That had to have been the best oral he’d ever gotten. He felt as though his legs were going to give out any minute and he didn’t think he cared. His little sub was looking up at him with a flush of arousal on her cheeks and stars in her eyes.

He ran his thumb along her cheekbone and said, “I’m going to put something on you for tonight and then we are going to have dinner at my cousin’s place.” He searched her expression for signs that he was moving her too fast. “Let me know if you aren’t ready for this. Say ‘pickles’ now or else know that you will be coming as my sub tonight.”

He watched as Terryn processed what he said. He didn’t see fear or even caution, he saw eagerness. With a sensuous curve of her spine, she bowed down until her lips caressed the top of his foot and said, “I am yours to command. Yours to use in any way you see fit.” She turned her face just enough to let them make eye contact. “Master.” Brice took a deep steadying breath in order to rein in the urge to simply forget his plans and ravage her right then.

He stepped back instead and reached for the briefcase he’d left by the front door. “This is a little device I picked up on my way home.” He pulled out the package and held it up for her to see. When her eyes widened and her mouth made a little “o” of shock, he grinned from ear to ear. This was going to be fun.

“Stand up and clasp your hands behind your head.” Once she did, he started attaching the device as he explained, “First the belt—it has the receiver for the remote and all the wires connect from here. Next, your nipples.” They were already tightly puckered, which made this part easy. He squirted the reactive jelly onto the pads, then centered each one directly over the aroused tips.

As he connected the wires from the belt to the pads, he asked, “Have you ever had a medical test done where they measure your heart or reflexes? This works in a similar way. Every time I press the remote, it will trigger these little pads, like this.” He hit one of the buttons on the remote and watched as it flexed on her right breast. Terryn gasped and started to drop her arms.

“Keep your hands where I’ve put them, sub.” He used a firm voice, his Dom voice, and Terryn reacted instantly by snapping back into position. “Do you like that?” he asked and hit the button for her other breast.

She jerked and her knees wobbled, but she kept her hands in place and nodded. “Yes, Sir. I do.”

He knew from what he’d read about this pricey little toy that the breast and clit pads would move like little sucking mouths where they were placed. The electrical current caused the pads to contract and flex over those sensitive bits of flesh and with the medical-grade adhesive holding them in place, it promised to be an exciting evening no matter how wet or active she became.

“Spread your legs for me.” She did with a whimper. “Wider. Nice. Now hold very still.” He knelt and spread her labia. “Damn, you are so wet.” He leaned forward and took a savoring lick. “We have to have you dry for the adhesive to work though.”

Brice riffled around in his briefcase until he came up with a napkin left from his lunch takeout. Then he gently and thoroughly dried her clit and the flesh surrounding it. With careful fingers, he made sure that the pad was placed exactly as it should be, with the hood pulled back to expose the ultra-sensitive tissues. He took extra care that nothing was pinching uncomfortably.

“That looks perfect.” He looked up at her with one eyebrow arched. “Shall we test this one too?” He hit the remote and was savagely pleased when she responded with a deep, guttural shout of pleasure. Even braced for it, she still stumbled in place for a brief second before she righted herself. Brice kept his eyes on her face when he pulled out the next piece. He wasn’t disappointed; she gulped and looked ready to panic at the sight of the vibrator.

Before he slid it into place, he ran it in light circles around both her holes, just to keep her guessing which it was going to be in for the night. He slid the small shaft halfway in to her weeping pussy and rotated it a couple times. Her knees threatened to buckle and her hips flexed, but her arms were still where he’d ordered them to stay. He pulled it out and ran it over each silky lip, then tapped the tip against her covered clitoris. Terryn’s entire body jolted with each teasing touch.

When he slipped it back to toy and press on her untried ass she gave a low purr of pleasure. He watched her face carefully for signs of discomfort as he pressed until the very tip popped in. Her gasp and whimper were all the encouragement he needed.

“Mmm, that’s nice. Now, little sub, turn around, bend over and spread your pretty cheeks for me.” He could seat it from here with no problem, but he wanted her to open herself for it. He wanted his sub to submit for him and show him she willingly took what he wanted to give her. Without saying another word, Brice twirled one finger in the air, motioning for her to turn. She did it—with shaking hands and a tremor in her legs—but she did it.

He almost drooled at the sight. The skin was flushed with arousal, the deep pink color of her pussy fading to a blush around her anus. He took time to stroke the toy over her lips and pump it an inch into her sheath for a few seconds before sliding up to circle and tease the smaller hole. He leaned forward, no longer able to resist, and used his tongue there, lapping and suckling while pulsing the plug in and out before finally gliding it home. The anal plug was small in both diameter and length, so it slid into place with ease while Terryn gasped and moaned.

He helped her stand back up and checked again to make sure nothing pinched or pulled, then told her to go and dress for dinner. As she did that, Brice went and got himself cleaned up as well. Anticipation hummed pleasantly through his veins. This promised to be a night to remember.

Chapter Eleven

Terryn had never been to the restaurant adjacent to the club. It held a five-star rating according to
Forbes Travel Guide
, and that was a little too spendy for her. She figured she’d have to make a lot more money than she currently did to justify dropping three digits for a single meal.

Brice helped her out of the cab and led her right past the line and into the lobby. A handsome young man with dark features looked up and literally beamed when he spotted them. “Detective,” he greeted as he swung out from behind the maître d’ podium. “I have your table set and ready. Cade and Trevor left orders for me to call as soon as you arrived.”

Brice shook his hand. “Terryn, I’d like you to meet Mike. Mike, this is Terryn.”

Terryn smiled and shook his offered hand. He had kind eyes and a gentle touch. Terryn liked him instantly and poured a little more warmth into her smile. It froze on her face when an instant buzzing flared to life in her ass and on her clit. She locked her knees and tried desperately not to let her face reflect what was going on below her waist.

Mike, either oblivious or tactful, turned and led them toward a table. She turned a glare in Brice’s direction. Big mistake. Both her breasts immediately felt as though they were being sucked, vigorously. Brice gave her his Dom face, all stern and foreboding until she schooled her features and managed to wipe the glare away.

“You wanna tell me why you did that?” she squeaked as she struggled to keep from collapsing on the way to their table.

“You were flirting.”

Her gasp was loud and immediate. It also earned her a higher speed on the butt plug. “I wasn’t flirting; you’re just using that as an excuse.” The smug grin he didn’t bother to hide gave truth to her claim. “All I did was smile at him.”

Brice didn’t stop grinning but he turned off the toys and caressed a hand along her arm. “Honey, you’ve gotta be careful with those smiles. A look like that from a woman like you—well, it could ruin a man. Turn him into a lovesick idiot if you’re not careful.” Even though they were talking in whispers and Mike gave no indication that he could hear them, Terryn felt her face heat with embarrassment.

As if proving his point, Mike pulled out Terryn’s chair himself and even unfolded her napkin with extra flourish. When he tried to place it in her lap as well, Brice had enough and snapped out a request that he hurry and call his cousin. Terryn hid her smile with her water glass and all but hummed with joy. It was nice to have a man be possessive of her.

“So,” she said, “I thought we were going to have dinner at your cousin’s place.” Not that she minded the nice restaurant; she was just trying to make conversation.

“We are.”

Brice watched her with a strange, expectant look in his eye. Like dominoes falling into place, she put it all together. If this was his cousin’s place, then that meant the club was too. And that meant that his cousin knew she had joined the club. She gasped as the last piece fit. That meant that Trevor and Riley also had to know. Her bosses.

Brice must have recognized that the look on her face was dread because he leaned close and whispered, “They own the place, Red. Think about it. Why would someone own a fetish club unless they were at least open to the lifestyle?” He laid a gentle kiss on her temple and murmured, “You already know they are a threesome. They’d be no more than hypocrites to have a problem with you being a member here.”

It helped a little when he put it that way. “I know, but they are my bosses. I have to work with them every day. How can I face them knowing they know I like…um…” She looked around and leaned closer to whisper, “What I like.”

Brice, the beast, only chuckled and turned the breast cups back on. It was incredible the way the little suction cups felt like mouths. With the gel he’d squirted into each before applying them, it was even wet. She let out a soft moan and felt her eyes drift close, forgetting the worry and allowing herself to just enjoy the sensation.

“Now there’s a pretty sight.” Terryn’s eyes popped open at the sound of Trevor’s voice. He was looking at her with frank appreciation.

“Mmm, I’d have to agree.” Cade walked up with a stunning Riley under one arm. Riley gave her a coconspirator’s grin while Cade looked Terryn over with a familiar glint in his eye. She’d seen the same expression on Brice’s face a hundred times since they’d come together.

“So, Brice,” Cade said without taking his eyes off Terryn, “I see you took our advice and picked up the tool belt. It’s put a lovely flush on your sub’s face and a sheen in her eyes that’s quite becoming.”

“I’ll have to agree with you there, Cade,” Brice said as he rose and gave each one in turn that warm, one-armed guy hug that all men seem to know. Before he sat back down, he placed a soft kiss on Riley’s cheek, then resumed his seat next to Terryn. Before she could say anything herself, Riley reached across the table and clasped one of Terryn’s hands in both of hers.

“Terryn,” she began, making eye contact and never breaking it. “I am so glad you wanted to come tonight. I was worried that you might feel awkward or something silly like that. We want you to know that this changes nothing about work. We love you. The center wasn’t half of what it is now that you’ve come along and brought so much to it.” She gave Terryn’s hand another encouraging squeeze before sitting between her two men.

“Outside of work,” said Brice in his Dom tone, “especially in the club or at a time like this when you are here as my sub, you will give them the respect and accord that you would any Dom.” One strong hand tilted her chin up and over until she was looking him in the eye. “Understood?”

She should have been livid. She should have stormed out. She should’ve at least been mortified. What she felt, though, was incredibly turned on. To keep from moaning, Terryn caught her bottom lip between her teeth and tried to focus on her breathing in order to distract herself from the need that was raging through her veins like a virus.

She must not have answered fast enough because the vibrations on her clit shot back on right then and her whole body jerked in reaction. Brice kept her chin gripped tight in his fingers and his intense stare wouldn’t allow her eyelids to droop closed like she wanted them to. Her body gave a sharp jerk and tried to curl in on itself as an orgasm bloomed to life and burst over her. She couldn’t stop the panting whimpers that spilled from between her parted lips as Brice alternated the speed and strength of the toys, prolonging her pleasure. The whole time, his eyes never left her face and the look in those eyes left no doubt in Terryn’s mind that this—
she
—was pleasing him.

Terryn heard a soft gasp and looked across the table at Riley. Brice laid a quick and plundering kiss on her lips before he reluctantly released her. When Terryn met Riley’s eyes, she felt a renewed rush of desire. Riley was flushed and panting. She was trying her best not to show it, but having just experienced it herself, Terryn could tell Riley was trying to hold back her own climax. Her hands were out of sight, but Terryn could see the muscles in her arms flexing, leading Terryn to assume she was quite literally trying to get a grip on herself. Terryn looked from Cade to Trevor. Both men were acting as though nothing unusual was going on and Trevor even gave her a wink as he lifted his glass for a drink.

“I took the liberty of ordering our meal ahead of time. I hope you don’t mind,” Cade said to Brice, who assured him he’d expected nothing less. Terryn opened her mouth to ask Cade what they were doing to Riley and two things happened at once. The butt plug flared to sudden blaring life and Brice gripped a fistful of hair at the back of her neck.