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Accidental Voyeur

Jennifer
Kacey

 

Members Only, Book Five

 

It’s been years since Angel and Davis said “I do” but
husband
and
wife
are no longer their most important labels.

He demands nothing short of her complete submission and she
finds her place in the world. On her knees—at his feet.

Now as members of The Library, a private BDSM club catering
to the dark and decadent, they get to explore fantasies they never expected to
have.

Marriage. It was supposed to be everything. But for Angel
and Davis, it is only the beginning.

 

A
Romantica® BDSM
erotic romance
from Ellora’s Cave

 

Accidental Voyeur
Jennifer Kacey

 

Dedication

 

To DD—This one belongs to you…

 

 

Acknowledgements

 

Nina—For loving my smutty stories and going to bat for me on
the cover!

It’s so AWESOME!

Dawn—For showing me how much I needed to write a “pet”.

Kellee—For the use of your name and a particular handle—made
out of rope.

Sara—To saving the world! One tiny article of clothing at a
time…

 

Chapter One

 

Angel’s core pulsed with need even though it hadn’t been
half a day since he’d taken her.

Davis’ profile made her heart flutter and her pulse beat
erratically between her thighs.

It was always like that.

Out of nowhere his dominance would hit her and take her to
her knees.

But he was always there to catch her…

Or force her down if that was what he needed from her.

She stood in the doorway of his home office, staring at him,
frozen by his broody attention on the dual monitors sitting on his desk.

Angel twirled her wedding ring around her finger, smiling
faintly at the vanilla reminder of how far they’d come. Almost six years had
passed since they had said “I do”. But they hadn’t found each other, not
really, until a few months past their fourth anniversary.

A night like any other, but somehow different from all the
rest.

His energy had nearly consumed her that night.

She sucked in a startled breath, remembering just how things
had changed between them. Some silly argument had triggered it, unleashing the
dominance he’d always kept caged. An all-consuming desire to
own
her
broke free and changed their relationship forever.

The need to submit to him, to kneel at his feet and give her
power over to him had been instantaneous.

She hadn’t questioned it, hadn’t fought it tooth and nail
like so many of her kinky friends had. For that and so much more she would be
forever grateful.

Their love had never been stronger. It had grown deeper
every day since.

Seeing him in his chair with his chin resting on the
knuckles of the hand farthest from her, called to her. Partly due to the thick
erection tenting his slacks but mostly because of the way his eyes narrowed at
a new entry on some conversation taking place on his monitor. The need to go to
him, to comfort him and to offer herself to him, nearly overwhelmed her. She couldn’t
walk away from him any more than he could strip out of his dominance and leave
it on the floor.

They completed each other in ways she never knew to pray
for.

And he let her play…

Sweet heaven above did he let her play.

“Pet? You okay?”

At his concerned tone she glanced up at his face again from
where she’d been staring at the bamboo flooring by his boots. He ran a hand
through his longish brown hair, tugging it away from his forehead and letting
it fall across his brow when he released it.

A smile tugged at her lips as she made her way, barefooted,
across the smooth floor to stand beside him.

“More than fine, Owner.” She bent to place a quick kiss on
his lips but before she could move away he grabbed the back of her neck,
holding her in place.

He licked inside her mouth, expertly opening her lips to
dive inside. His hand moved to her short blonde hair, fisting it and angling
her head how he liked it, how he wanted it. He nipped her bottom lip, making
her jump. A sigh slipped out past her lips as he licked the sting away.

“Fuck, you taste good,” he growled against her mouth.

She tipped her forehead against his and smiled again. “I
love the way you kiss me.”

“I love the way you take it. Moans and sighs and your
fingernails digging into my arm.”

She loosened her grip on his arm, biting her lip at how hard
she’d latched on to him. He’d definitely wear her mark for an hour or two and
she couldn’t help but feel more than a little smug that he was hers. For
always.

Davis kissed her again, lingering on her lips until she
sighed into his mouth again.

He pulled her onto his lap, tugging until her backside was
snug against his cock. She wiggled against his erection until he growled. She
couldn’t contain her shiver as he nipped her neck below her ear.

No matter how many times he took her, claimed her,
controlled her, it was just as hot, just as intense and wicked as it had been
the first time.

She blinked several times, forcing her eyes to focus on the
screen in front of her.

As she suspected, he had a chat program up. The kind where
the participants could actually video chat if they wanted to but all he had up
was the chat function. The last message had come from the woman he spoke with.

I’m not certain. What will your wife think if I meet you
at The Library and agree to being beneath your flogger and then beneath you?

Yes, they were married but their relationship was a bit
different than a lot out there.

They weren’t poly per se because they didn’t love outside
their relationship. But they fucked other people, individually and together. It
was almost always better together but sometimes they needed time to play with
someone else or several someone elses.

Around a year ago they decided they liked the term
non-monogamous
.

It definitely seemed to fit.

They were equal, everywhere but in the bedroom or shower or
office when the mood struck him.

Then he owned her and he knew it.

“Who are you talking to?”

“Kellee. We met her at The Library a few weekends ago.”

The Library was a private BDSM sex club owned by the Kennedy
twins and their submissive Cyn. A safe place for people like them to go to
explore all of the deliciously depraved things they wanted to indulge in.

Quite a few other like-minded individuals, couples and
multi-partnered groups frequented the club as well.

“The name doesn’t ring any bells.”

He reached around her, moving the mouse. After he clicked on
a picture icon, the thumbnail morphed into a full-size head shot.

“Pretty smile, mid-length brown hair. She’s bright and sexy
as fuck. Very cute, younger by a few years—innocent.”

The kind of little lamb she liked to corrupt, and Davis had
definitely snagged Kellee’s interest. The fact that Kellee already knew he was
married and made sure to ask about it made Angel’s smile widen. Playing with
people who knew where they stood going in made things a hell of a lot simpler.

Their dynamic worked because they were completely open and
honest about everything they did outside of their relationship. Imagination
almost always made things worse, especially when it came to sex, but they found
what worked for them and stuck with it.

“Oh, I do remember her. She used to play with Scott and Kyle
off and on before they found Haleigh.” Scott and Kyle were other members of the
club who also owned Inkfluence, a local tattoo shop, and had recently found a
woman to complete them both.

Angel couldn’t help but smile at their good fortune. They
were amazing guys and she was ecstatic that Haleigh had stumbled upon them and
turned their worlds upside-down.

“That’s her.” David nodded, drawing her attention back to
his screen. He minimized Kellee’s profile picture and brought up the chat
screen again. “Read this part here and tell me what you think?”

At his prompting she stood to get close enough to the screen
so she could make out the small text. The fact that her skirt was so short it
barely covered her ass may have had something to do with it too. She was horny
and not above pushing a few of her Owner’s buttons to get a bit of attention
before they headed out to run errands.

She placed her palms on his desk so she didn’t fall over
trying to see the screen. It was a sunny day in Arcadia, Kansas, and his office
nearly glowed with the full afternoon sun, forcing her to lean a bit farther
than normal.

Tilting her pelvis to where he could hopefully see that
she’d been to the spa and had her pussy waxed, of course had nothing to do with
it.

Of course.

Her mind blanked out and her ability to read fritzed as well
when his hand skated up her inner thigh. His rough fingertips smoothed up her
skin and he cupped her naked mound.

“No panties, Wife? You know what that does to me.”

“Well, you know how we were talking about our carbon
footprint and all that the other day at work?” She took a deep breath, trying
to calm her libido. She failed miserably.

He slid his fingers along the smooth lips of her pussy,
coaxing more of the sweet wetness from her core and rendering her all but mute.
“You were saying?”

“Umm…”

He chuckled and the dominance living just beneath his flesh
slipped free, filling the air around them with something decadent and
dangerous. “Carbon footprint.”

“Mmm,” she hummed and he chuckled again. “I decided to help
cut down on our carbon footprint at home.”

“By not wearing panties? How is this going to help save the
planet?” He slid a finger inside her sex and then another one, filling her,
stretching her core with his thick fingers until his knuckles pushed against
the lips of her wet cunt.

“Mmhmm. Less laundry. Lower, you know, exhaust or
something…” She thought she should pat herself on the back for finishing her
thought—mostly—but she decided holding on to his desk with both hands was much,
much safer.

He teased the pucker of her ass with his thumb while fucking
her firmly with his fingers.

“I love how wet you get for me. Fucking sexy.”

“It’s you, Sir. You’re the reason I’ve had to start drinking
more water. You just l-ook at me and I get wet.” She stuttered in the middle
when he added another finger. Even without seeing his face she knew he wore a
look of determination. One of the many reasons she loved him so much. “You turn
me on more every day. I’m slick and ready for you all the time. All. The.
Time.”

A tiny growl slipped free as he removed his fingers and she
shivered, knowing his control had slipped another notch closer to full-on
take
.

The small wheels on his chair squeaked a bit when he rolled
behind her. He lifted her skirt, exposing her ass. He didn’t rip it off, didn’t
drag it off of her and throw it to the side. Didn’t even say a word as he
slowly revealed her entire backside to his hungry gaze.

Because he knew she liked it.

Knew she loved it, feeling used, feeling dirtied in her
clothes when he was done with her.

Hot hands gripped the flesh of her ass, spreading her wide.
Tremors worked up her spine, making her jerk and arch when he did nothing more
than stare at her.

Her asshole twitched and another muffled growl split the air
around them.

Her eyelids fell closed as he pulled her farther apart,
licking from her clit all the way to the sensitive entrance to her rear.

“You’re my fuckhole, aren’t you? Mine to do with as I
please. Mine to fuck and take and use.”

“Yes-s,” she stuttered out. “Always ready for you.”

He spit on her ass. Sensations piled up inside her and
blocked everything else out as he worked his thumb inside her rear and she
moaned. Unable to hold her up any longer her arms gave out, her elbows hitting
his desk with a
smack
.

The primal growl filling the space behind her was her only
warning but it sounded far-off, distant, threatening in the most delicious way
she could imagine.

He jostled her a bit as he shoved to his feet.

It didn’t take three seconds for him to swipe everything but
his monitors off his desk with his meaty forearm. Papers and office supplies
clattered onto the hardwood, making her gasp.

“You’re going to come for me.”

He stood her up, tugging off her
Hello Kitty
shirt
and her bra in less time than it took her to suck in a trembling breath.

He shoved her chest down onto his desk and she eeked at the
cold as her nipple rings clicked against the surface. Her shoulder hit a button
on the side of his monitor closest to her, making it go blank.

The chilly bite of the polished glass surface shot along her
skin and up through her pierced nipples as her hips convulsed. He pushed the
material of her skirt onto her back again, kicking her legs wider until she
perched on her tiptoes. He forced her to grab the far edge of his desk to keep
her balance.

“You dirty little whore. Your pussy’s so wet it’s leaking
onto your thighs.” He gathered some of her wetness and spread it around the
lips of her sex. Rubbing, sliding in her slick juice until she bit her lip from
wanting to come already. “Do you want me to fuck you? Are you already on the
verge of begging for me to take you?”

“God, yes. Please fuck me,” exploded out of her mouth. “Use
me. I want to be what you need.”

At least two of his fingers filled her pussy and she gasped
at the exquisite feeling of him fucking her with any part of himself.

But it wasn’t enough.

Not nearly enough.

Until he fucked her ass she wouldn’t be satisfied and he
knew it.

He always knew what she needed.

“Not yet, wife of mine. I want something from you first.”

He grabbed her arms, twisting them behind her back until he
latched both of her crossed wrists in one of his big hands.

His fingers filled her pussy again and she moaned when he
licked her ass, thrusting his tongue in her ultrasensitive back entrance.

Her hot breath condensed on the cold surface of the glass
and the reflection of his office swam in the smooth plane of his desk as her
vision blurred.

“You didn’t come last night?” He asked it like it was a
question but it wasn’t. Not when he already knew the answer. When he told her
not to come, she listened no matter how badly she wanted an orgasm.

“No.”

His hand came down on her ass so fast she’d wear the
handprint on her cheek for a week.

He worked his slick digits back inside her wet sheath as he
snarled in her ear. “No, what?”

Her hands made little fists as she fought to keep from
coming all over his hand right then. “No, Sir. No, Sir. I didn’t come last
night. You told me not to.”

“Good girl.”

Those two little words were just as effective as the slap to
her rear had been. Her need to orgasm nearly overwhelmed her.

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