Her Old-Fashioned Boss (23 page)

What the hell was he talking about?

“Well, is the information you gave wrong, sub? Because according to the noticeboard you have enough experience to know that a Dom expects obedience, he expects your eyes to remain lowered, you tone to be respectful.”

“Well, I guess I’m just not a good sub,” she said flippantly. “Excuse me.”

“Not excused,” he growled. “Missy—”

“I told you, I’m not Missy,” she said with exasperation. “Now, leave me alone.”

She cringed back as he reached out, stumbling back and falling on her butt.

The big Dom looked on in horror. He reached out again and she scrambled back.

“Don’t touch me!” she yelled. “Red!”

“Touch her and I’ll kill you.”

At the sound of that voice, every cell in her body relaxed in relief. Turning, she spied Sam and Roarke. Sam was staring down at her, concern on his face.

But Roarke, his face was filled with fury.

And all of it aimed at the man behind her.

“Would you like to explain why you are terrifying my sub, Sloan?”

Chapter Eleven

Sam cuddled her close, running his hand up and down her back as they sat in the sofa in Roarke’s office.

A furious Roarke glared at Sloan, Alex and Dylan. Alex had turned up soon after Roarke had pulled Ava up. She now felt a bit sorry for the large Dom. He’d thought she was playing a role, that she was really Missy, but was acting the brat.

She briefly wondered who was running the club, then decided she didn’t care.

“So does someone want to explain why my sub was in the club without me, being terrified by another Dom,” he ordered.

The room was so thick with tension it was hard to breathe. God, she’d never seen Roarke so furious.

“Ava?” he questioned, his voice gentling as he stared over at her. “What were you doing down there when I expressly forbid it?”

Damn. It sounded really bad when he put it like that. She cleared her throat. “Rory came up to the kitchen, looking for Sam. She said they were desperate for help because Tilly called in sick and Tara was away. Sam had already disappeared, to pick up you, I guess. You’re home early.”

“It was supposed to be a surprise, sweet,” Sam explained.

And she’d ruined it.

Roarke scowled, turning to Dylan. “And where were you?”

Dylan sighed. “I knew nothing about this. I was dealing with Tamara, she said she was feeling ill.”

“Rory said you sent her to get Sam, though,” Ava said, puzzled.

Dylan frowned. “I told Rory that she and James could handle things and that I would be out shortly. The club doesn’t get busy until after ten. I never sent her up for Sam.”

“Alex? Where were you?” Roarke questioned.

“I was late because my car tires had been slashed. I decided to get a taxi in the end, but I called through and spoke to Rory. Told her I’d be there as soon as I could. She said everything was under control.” He turned to Dylan. “You know that she and Tamara are good friends, right? There seems to be a common theme to this. It seems my talk to Rory earlier about behaving herself may have fallen on deaf ears.”

“You need to speak to Tamara and Rory,” Roarke ordered. Alex nodded. “If she did all this I want her gone.”

“She will be,” Alex said grimly. Dylan nodded in agreement.

Roarke looked over at Ava. “So what made you decide to go into the club when you knew very well you weren’t allowed to?”

She swallowed her protest of that ‘allowed to’, and strove for a calm voice, hoping that would help chill his temper.

“I’m sorry. I know I shouldn’t have volunteered. She just sounded so desperate, and well, I was curious. I knew it was a bad idea when I got there, and I was planning on getting out of there when, umm, Master Sloan grabbed me.”

Sloan looked at her apologetically before staring up at Roarke. “I’m really sorry, Roarke. I saw the notice about Missy and thought she had to be the new sub. I even double-checked her collar when she had her back to me. It had Missy’s name on it. She didn’t say her safe word, well, Missy’s safe word, so I figured she was just playing the brat. I understand if you want me gone. For me to terrify a sub like that is so wrong.”

“You stopped when you noticed her terror,” Roarke stated.

“Of course. But not soon enough.” He looked at Ava. “I am so sorry.”

Ava stared at him, saw the very real apology in his face. She nodded. “Apology accepted. I don’t understand this noticeboard thing, though.”

“With any new subs, their details, including their safe word, are put up on the noticeboard for everyone to read,” Sam explained. “There aren’t many trainee subs, so any new one’s are noticed and tested.”

“I should have figured out something was going on when Rory pointed you out to me and told me you were eager to interact with a few different Doms,” Sloan continued. “I questioned why Alex wasn’t there, but she explained he was on his way.”

“Rory again,” Roarke said darkly.

“But why?” Ava questioned. “I’ve hardly had anything to do with her.”

“I don’t know,” Alex said. “But I’ll find out, I promise you.”

“Good. I expect results. Soon,” Roarke told him. Alex nodded and left, Dylan following him close behind.

Sloan rose. “Again, I’m sorry.”

Roarke nodded and shook his hand. Then Sloan surprised her by coming and kneeling at her side. She flinched away slightly and his eyes filled with regret. “I’m sorry for my treatment of you, sweetheart. If there is ever anything I can do to make it up to you please let me know.”

Ava took a deep breath and gave him a tremulous smile. “It’s not your fault,” she told him. “You didn’t know and I should never have been down there.”

“No, you shouldn’t have,” Roarke agreed ominously.

Sloan squeezed her hand and rose with a small smile, leaving quickly. Roarke started to pace. She’d never seen him like this, restless, on edge.

“Sam, please take Ava upstairs and help settle her.”

She stiffened. “Aren’t we going to talk about this?”

He shook his head, not looking at her. “I’m too mad to talk to you right now. Sam.”

Sam rose, easily lifting her up into his arms, holding her close to his chest as he moved out of the study. They were halfway up the stairs when she got over her shock and hurt and started to grow angry.

“Sam. Stop. Put me down.”

Sam stilled, but didn’t set her down. “Honey, you’ve had a shock, just let me carry you up and settle you into bed.”

“No.”

“No?” he questioned, clearly surprised.

“No. I am not some fragile little flower that needs to be tucked into bed to protect her from the big bad wolf’s temper. If he wants to yell at me, then let him yell, if he wants to spank me then I wish he would do it. But I am sick of hiding.”

Sam’s gaze softened. “You sure? He can be pretty scary when he’s this mad. Your butt could well pay the price.”

“I know. And I deserve it. I understand now why he didn’t want me down there, he wanted to protect me.”

“And to prepare you,” Sam added.

“But he could have told me why.”

Sam snorted and let her down, holding her hand as they walked down the stairs. “Doms aren’t always big on explaining why. They just like obedience.”

“Yeah, I’m getting that now.” Gathering up her courage, she stepped into Roarke’s study to find him sitting by the fireplace a glass of whiskey in his hands.

“Sam, I thought I told you to take her upstairs.” He didn’t look up at either of them.

“
She
is right here. And
she
does not appreciate you talking about her as though she weren’t.
She
would also like to talk to you.”

Roarke raised his gaze to her face. “I can’t give you what you need right now. Go with Sam, he’ll take care of you.”

“And what exactly is it that you think I need?” she asked angrily.

“You had a terrifying experience, Ava. The last thing you need to be around right now is a Dom.”

Ava stepped forward, kneeling at his feet. “But you’re not just
a
Dom, you’re
my
Dom.”

“I’m feeling raw right now. I can’t give you gentleness and understanding. Another man had his hands on you. Another Dom spanked you, could have hurt you if he hadn’t been watching you carefully. I am angry with you. Right now I want to put my stamp of ownership on you. I want to spank you, plug you, fuck you. I want you to know exactly who you belong to.”

“Then do all those things,” she said bravely. “Don’t hold back. That’s not what I need. I need you. You and Sam. You’re my world. I disobeyed you, I deserve to be punished.”

“You’ve had a fright. You should be scared of what I want to do.”

“But I’m not. Because I trust you. I love Sam. I love you. Please.”

“You’re actually asking me to punish you?”

“Yes,” she replied without hesitation. She needed this. Needed him. And he needed her.

“Be sure,” he warned. “Because once I start I won’t stop unless you say your safe word.”

“I’m sure,” she told him.

Roarke stared at her then finally nodded. “Stand.”

She stood.

He rose. “Strip me, then Sam.”

Ava pulled off his shirt and pants then underwear, folding them carefully before turning to Sam and doing the same.

“Now strip yourself,” Roarke told her as he turned to Sam and took him in his arms, kissing him deeply.

Ava watched on, breathless, her arousal stirring.

Roarke turned, standing shoulder to shoulder with Sam. “Kneel. Take me into your mouth. That’s it. Now grasp Sam’s cock in your hand. You’re going to give us both a blow job. Very nice. Good girl. That mouth of yours is a killer. Swap now. Surround Sam in the wet heat of your mouth.”

Ava moved back and forth between each man. She took Roarke deep, firmly pumping her hand up and down Sam’s shaft.

“Damn, I’m close and you’re going to swallow every drop, little girl. Sam, you hold on. Here I come. God, yes.”

Ava swallowed him down, delighting in his groan of release.

“Now Sam, little one,” Roarke ordered. She swapped over, taking Sam deep into her mouth as Roarke moved, standing behind him. Sam jolted then groaned.

“Ahh, Christ, Sir, that feels good.”

She stilled, wondering what Roarke was doing to Sam.

“Keep moving, little one,” Roarke ordered and she continued her movements, taking Sam deep into her mouth, sucking strongly.

“Do you like my fingers in your ass, pet, while our little one sucks you off?”

“Yes, Sir, please!” Sam groaned.

“Come, my love. Come for me hard.”

Sam’s cock swelled before his essence filled her mouth. Ava quickly swallowed, taking all of him. Then when his last drop was spent, she licked his shaft, lapping her tongue over the head of his cock.

“Damn, you’re good, sweet.” Sam patted her head.

“Let go of him now, little one,” Roarke told her, holding out his hand. “Time to go upstairs.”

Ava had expected to enter the playroom, knowing she was about to get spanked, but instead Roarke led her to their room. Roarke grabbed some pillows, piling them one on top of the other on the bed.

“Lay over those pillows,” he directed her. Sam grabbed her hand and helped her over, winking at her.

“Sam, have you ever seen such a gorgeous ass?” Roarke commented.

“No, Sir, I haven’t.”

“It needs some adornment though. Little one, part your legs. Wide.”

With a whimper she spread her thighs.

“Sam, hold open her butt cheeks.”

Ava closed her eyes, knowing what was coming. The anal plug. Maybe tonight was the night they would take her together. She shivered at the thought.

Roarke stared down as Ava shivered on the bed. Was she cold? He thought it was plenty warm, but knew how easily she grew cold. He stepped over to the door and turned up the thermostat.

He picked up the small riding crop, just perfect to punish her bottom hole. He hadn’t planned on punishing her tonight, hadn’t wanted to be near her the way he was feeling.

He’d scarcely been able to believe her eyes when he’d seen her in the club.

Alone.

Ripe for the picking. He’d been lucky as hell that it was an experienced Dom like Sloan who had picked her up. Trainee subs were there to interact with different Doms, to learn from them, experience BDSM. Ava was too new for that yet, he hadn’t prepared her, had wanted to take his time introducing her to the lifestyle.

He smacked her sharply with the crop.

“Ow,” she moaned.

The rosebud of her asshole clenched and released with each smack. She started groaning and twisting.

“Stay still,” he ordered.

“It hurts, Sir,” she moaned.

“It’s meant to hurt, little girl. You disobeyed me. You could have gotten yourself into real trouble and I am really not happy with you now. So you will take your punishment like a good girl.”

“Yes, Sir,” she replied.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

He continued to punish her bottom hole until the skin around it was bright red. “Sam, prepare her anal plug for me.”

Sam let go of her bottom then moved away.

“Oh, God,” she cried.

“Quiet,” he said sternly, smacking the crop down on the top of her thigh. Then he placed the crop down on the bed as Sam passed him the plug. Sam resumed his position from before, holding her cheeks open.

“Breathe out, baby,” he told her. He lined the tip of the plug up with her asshole then pushed the plug in deep, swirling it slowly. “Okay, you can let her go now, Sam. Sit yourself up by her mouth. Little one, I want you to suck on Sam until he’s nice and hard. He’s going to be burying himself deep in that tight pussy of yours, while I take this delicious ass. After I turn it bright red.”

Sam moved quickly and Roarke smiled. He watched on for a moment as Ava took Sam’s dick into her mouth. Damn, that was hot. His own cock hardened, arousal growing. But he was not a teenage boy, unable to control himself. Right now, his darling girl needed her butt spanked and he was just the man to do it.

Kneeling on the bed, he started spanking her butt with the palm of his hand, the sound of flesh meeting flesh filled the air, mingling with Sam’s panting and the slurping noise as Ava sucked Sam off.