Their Virgin Hostage, Masters of Ménage, Book 5 (26 page)

Kinley
was sitting on top of the
large desk and had been for some time. She stared over her shoulder at one of
the computers Riley was working on, her hand on his shoulder as he typed. It
seemed she always had a hand on one of them now. She was an affectionate woman,
showing her caring with frequent hugs and handholding. She’d curled against
them most of the night. Dominic smiled fondly at the memory of her in his lap
this morning, eating breakfast from his plate.

“Do you think that will satisfy the feds?”
Kinley
asked, straightening to look at him.

Law left his place on the couch and walked to her. “I don’t
know, baby. I suppose they could assume that we forced you to sign it, but I’m
counting on
Kellan
to smooth it all over. There’s no
way to know until we actually meet with the FBI.”

Dominic hoped it was enough. He’d been playing through the
scenarios and he didn’t like a few of them.

“But all that information was on my tablet. How can I prove Greg
loaded it on there?”
Kinley
asked, neatly summing up
at least one of the ways they could get fucked.

“I’m working on that.” Riley looked up briefly from his
place behind the massive desk that dominated the room. He’d spent most of the
morning with computers around him, all cluttering the top of the desk.
“Thankfully, the last two of these photos were sent in e-mail. I’m almost sure
I can trace them straight back to Jansen’s computer.”

“I got busy with the wedding. He insisted that he needed to
update the tablet’s software before we went on our honeymoon, but I couldn’t
find the time to figure out how since I’d never done it. But I didn’t give him
the tablet to update until the last minute. Maybe that’s why he had to e-mail
them,”
Kinley
explained.

“Whatever the reason, he got caught in his own trap.” Riley
never looked up. “He tried to keep you so busy with the wedding that you
couldn’t see straight.”

“The wedding planner had me on this crazy schedule.” She
closed her eyes. “Damn it. I’m an idiot. The wedding planner was in on it, too.
Greg insisted we use her. Becks said she was the best. Becks was in charge of
the charity for most of the last couple of months because I was dealing with
wedding details. I just walked right into their trap, didn’t I?”

Law wrapped an arm around her. “Don’t blame yourself. Jansen
is very good at what he does. And he had a lot of help.”

She frowned. “And I turned into a
bridezilla
who wouldn’t even listen when my best friend tried to save me.”

“She’s going to get spanked for that,” Dominic said.

“Annabelle? Why on earth would you spank her?”
Kinley
asked. “She meant well. Besides, I don’t think Eric,
Kellan
, and Tate would like that.”

“It’s not Annabelle I’m planning to spank. But to your
point, we went to visit her on the job because we thought her help would be
valuable. Having lawyers on our side was a perk, too. You wouldn’t believe what
those three put us through before we were even allowed to sit down and talk to
Annabelle.” Dominic shook his head.

“Why didn’t you just go straight to her?”

Law scowled. “Because we honor the rights of other
Doms
, and it was obvious they’re planning to stake their
claim on her.”

“
Doms
?”

Riley finally looked up. “Dominants.
BDSM
.
You know.”

“BS what?”
Kinley
asked, wearing a
look of pure confusion on her face.

Dominic raised a dark brow, almost amused. “I thought you
read romances. Doesn’t every female walking the face of the earth have a deeply
romantic vision of
BDSM
by now? It’s a catch-all term
for bondage, dominance, submission, and masochism. It’s what we started
teaching you yesterday.”

“I’m the submissive. And you three are the Dominants. And
Annabelle is a submissive, too? Does she know that? Because I think she would
have told me. I
know
she would have
told me if she had three
Doms
. She tells me
everything. She called the other day to let me know she was out of sugar. I was
three states over so there was nothing I could do, but she told me anyway. She
would have mentioned if there was some backside slapping going on.”

“Oh, something’s going on there,” Law swore. “They haven’t
claimed her yet, but they’re definitely watching over her. In our world, that
means they have certain rights. One of those is the right to protect her. After
we took you, they completely forbade her from doing or saying anything that
might give the appearance that she was an accomplice. Annabelle was allowed to
talk to us shortly after we arrived here only because she was beyond worried
about you and about to lose her mind. Other than that, the lawyers made sure to
leave everything to us. Her men don’t know you well enough to trust that you
wouldn’t want a little revenge and throw Annabelle to the wolves if everything
went bad.”

“She’s my best friend. God, she’s just about the only person
in my life I can trust now.” She sniffled. “After everything that’s happened,
she’s my only family. I would never hurt her. And if those three lawyers think
they can take all kinds of rights and stuff without giving her anything back,
then they should know that I have a shotgun. I don’t know how to use it, but I
can take a class. In fact, I just might shoot my sister first. I’ll need a
little practice.”

“Whoa, there, warrior princess,” Law said with a laugh. “If
we do this right, your sister is going to jail. You’re going to have to be
satisfied with seeing her in an orange jumpsuit. Is your sister bisexual by any
chance?”

Kinley
threw up her hands. “I have
no idea. I wouldn’t put anything past her at this point.”

“Well, she should think about shifting her orientation if
she’s not because I suspect she won’t be lonely in prison.”

Dominic watched
Kinley
, studying
her. She looked so young and innocent without a hint of makeup on her face. She
was wearing a light sweater and a pair of those
blinged
out jeans she’d brought with her. She’d obviously foregone the bra, and since
Law had been supervising her all morning, Dominic assumed she’d followed the
no-underwear rule. Otherwise, they were going to spank her and hard because he
had no notion how else to defuse the tension clogging the room.

The anxiety blended with the light hum of sexuality and hung
over all of them. The hard truth was they would soon have to leave this place
and reenter the real world—where
Kinley
had a
completely different life and they worked all over the globe. Dominic had no
idea how—or if—their relationship could work, and he was pretty sure that
neither
Kinley
nor Riley did, either. Law, he
suspected, would tender his resignation before leaving her, but he wasn’t
thinking of the long term.
Kinley
was actually about
to be out of money. Her charity’s funds would be tied up in court for years
most likely, and she would be involved in a whole lot of legalities. Law
couldn’t take care of her and all those expenses if he was working as a mall
cop.

They had to convince her to come with them.

Starting now.

“The other day, you asked me for an exchange, pet. Are you
still interested?”

Kinley
turned to him, frowning.
“What?”

“An exchange. You offered information for sexual knowledge.
I want to teach you about our lifestyle and what it can offer you.”

“I don’t think this is the time, Dominic.”

“We don’t have anything else to do while we wait on the
feds, unless you want to watch Riley play with his keyboard all day.”

Riley’s middle finger shot up. “I’m doing more than playing
with my keyboard.”

“All right,” Dominic conceded. “Tell me, what can you really
accomplish by examining all these files now?”

Riley groaned. “Not as much as I’d like. I need to get into
Jansen’s systems, but he’s protected himself. They’re shut down right now. I
hope to fuck he’s not destroying them as we speak.”

“We can’t do anything about that until the feds get back to
us. So we need
some
way to occupy our
time,” Law drawled. “Any ideas?”

He thrust his hands in
Kinley’s
hair and lowered his lips to her, kissing her hard. He winked at her as he came
back up for air.

“I’m not sure I can figure out what he was transporting with
the information in front of me.” Riley sounded really disappointed about that.

Dominic understood. “But we’re not leaving here until we’ve
pieced everything together with the feds and we think the case is pretty tight.
Until then, we’re holed up, pet, and I can’t think of anything I would rather
do than take you up on your offer.”

Law rubbed her arm, his whole body relaxing. “You gave us
the information we need.”

“Not exactly. Riley found it,” she pointed out.

“On
your
tablet.
So now it’s our turn.” Dominic had some very specific things he wanted to teach
her. “Unless you’re still sore. If that’s the case, we can simply talk for a
while.”

“I’m fine.” Her voice was a soft, breathy tone.
Instinctively, her gaze dropped to the floor. “Are you a Dominant, Sir?”

“Yes.” A smile played at his lips. Hearing her call him that
would never get old.

“And I’m a submissive?”

“Absolutely,” Law whispered in her ear. “You’re the sweetest
little sub I’ve ever seen.”

A grin curled her mouth up. “So I call you my
Doms
?”

“Yes, pet.”

Her smile widened until she looked as if she was trying to
keep a straight face. “You’re Dominic, the Dom.”

He sighed. “Yes, pet. I think I was aptly named.”

“You’re Dom Dominic.”

“While true, that’s not exactly how you should phrase it.”
He frowned.

“You’re Dom Dom.” The smile zipped across her face. “I get
to call you Dom Dom.”

Kinley
burst out laughing. Law and
Riley joined in.

Dominic was not about to spend the rest of his life being
called Dom Dom. “Pet, every time you call me that, I’ll give you twenty swats.
They will not be for pleasure. You may call me Sir for now. If you accepted a
collar from me, you would call me Master. I am your Dom. It’s a status, not a
title.”

She pouted. “But Dom Dom is so much fun.”

The girl was begging for it. “So is reddening your ass. Off
with the clothes, pet. That’s twenty over my knee.”

She turned to Law, and Dominic couldn’t miss the
high-pitched squeaking sound as she wiggled that fabulous backside on the glass
top of the desk. Everyone in the room winced at the noise.

“He has no sense of humor,”
Kinley
complained.

Law shook his head. “Not a lot, but I think this time he
really just wants to smack your ass. Have I told you how good those jeans look
on you?”

“I have a great sense of humor,” Dominic insisted. “But I
will not allow my submissive to call me Dom Dom, even if she does look like sex
on two legs in those jeans. I confess, the fuzzy pink socks distract a bit from
the vision.”

She wrinkled her nose adorably, obviously happy with the
compliments. “If you want bare feet, don’t take me to Alaska.”

Law moved between her legs, dragging those pink clad feet up
around his waist as
Kinley
laughed. “I don’t know. I
think the socks are easier on my back than a pair of stilettos.”

“I’m not leaving my socks on when we’re in bed.”
Kinley
held on to Law for balance, looking breathless,
flushed, and excited.

“We’re not going to bed, pet,” Dominic explained.

“But I kind of thought by ‘explaining,’ you meant you were
going to teach me some naughty bedroom things.” She was blushing again and
obviously hoping she was right.

“This relationship will not be relegated solely to the
bedroom. Your first rule is that we will take you anywhere, anytime, and in any
way we wish. I want to see you in the sunshine.”

“But—”

“Ah, ah, ah. Don’t protest. There’s no one out here, except
perhaps the moose. And we’ll protect you from him.”

Riley chuckled. “I can think of so many places to play with
you, sweetheart. We’re going to have fun walking you through a dungeon.”

“A dungeon? Like a medieval torture chamber?”

Law sent his brother a dirty look. “No, baby. It’s not scary
like that. A dungeon is just what we call a play space. We have a nice big one
back home. It’s got all kinds of toys. We have plenty here, too. The James
brothers are…well, we know them from a private club.”

“So they’re all
Dommy
, too?”

Law groaned. “Oh, baby, we’re going to have to teach you a
little respect. Hand over the sweater. I think Dominic’s just about at the end
of his rope after the Dom Dom crack. If he doesn’t get you over his knee soon,
he’ll pull out the big guns. Delayed gratification.”

“That sounds horrible,” she grumbled as she pulled the
sweater over her head. “We have to work on his sense of humor. I hope
Annabelle’s men aren’t so stuffy.”

“You might not think I have a sense of humor, but I assure
you, I possess a fine sense of decorum, pet. I expect that what happens between
us stays between us. There is a very big difference between Annabelle running
out of sugar and you treating our relationship like fodder for the gossip
rags.”

Kinley
stood naked from the waist
up. Now, she didn’t try to hide, but merely placed her hands on her hips and
stared him down. She seemed more comfortable with her own body now than she had
last night, and that pleased him immensely.

“If you think I am not going to talk to my very dearest
friend in the world about the fact that I finally made love, you really don’t
understand women,” she insisted.