Bowles, Jan - Tamed by the Dom [Guilty Pleasures 3] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic) (11 page)

“Oh?”

“We’ll find out what your tolerances are, and then take it from there.”

“Techniques?”

“Simple and effective, Kat. Those are the best ones.” He raised his brows as she wavered at the door. “Is there anything else you want to say?”

“Do I get to know what they are in advance?”

“No. Anticipation is a key part of your training.”

“I see.”

He picked up the telephone. “I shouldn’t be more than an hour.” He began dialing the Sheriff’s number as Kat left the office. He knew she was worried, but that was part of his enjoyment. He could achieve wonders in a sub’s mind by stretching their anticipation of what was to come. It wasn’t just about control and sex. It was about the mindfuck, too.

A familiar voice answered the telephone on the third ring.
“Sheriff Bunty’s office.”

“Hi, Abe, it’s Colt. We need to talk.”

“Look, son, I’m not gonna change my mind. I have probable cause. As soon as I’ve sorted the necessary paperwork, I’m applying for a search warrant. With the information I now have, it’s just a matter of time before Club Fusion closes its doors once and for all.”

Colt touched the package that Kat had given him. He smiled. “Are you sure about that, Abe? I have something here you might be interested in. I’m guessing you’d rather not have it made public knowledge.”

“Are you still trying to coerce an officer of the law, Colt?”

“Does the name Marlene Masters mean anything to you, Sheriff?”

The silence on the end of the line spoke volumes. Colt smiled as the Sheriff hurriedly said,
“I’ll be there in ten minutes.”

Chapter Thirteen

True to his word, Sheriff Bunty’s cruiser turned up ten minutes later. This time, instead of going to greet him on the steps, Colt let the lawman come to the front door himself. As he stepped from the car and strode across the yard, Colt could see the worried look on his face. He certainly looked different than earlier in the day when he’d been strutting around like a show-bred schnauzer.

As he pushed the front door open, Colt met him in reception. “Come into the office, Abe. This won’t take too long.”

Bunty followed, clutching his hat nervously in his hands. “I’m presuming any information you’ve got comes from Marlene’s daughter Kat, and as such, it ain’t worth a hill of beans. You an’ that floozy of yours ain’t got nothing on me. Besides, I’ve been looking into Kat’s past, and she sure isn’t an angel. Katrina Masters is hardly a law-abiding citizen. She’s got previous. If I recall rightly, she has several convictions for minor misdemeanors. She was also charged with being drunk and disorderly in Pasadena, twice. If she’s the best you got, Colt, you got jack shit.”

Colt nodded, feeling sick to his stomach. “I see you’ve been doing a little digging, Abe.” Bunty had run a check on Kat just to cover his own back. Well, he might have unearthed some minor wrongdoings, but it made fuck all difference to the information he had on the potbellied lawman.

He casually picked up the bundle of letters neatly wrapped with a large pink bow that she’d given him and pulled one at random from the pile. He opened it up and began reading.
“Marlene, you fucking prick tease. I saw you in Church on Sunday and I know you had no panties on. You deliberately hitched your skirt up so only I could see. You need a lesson you won’t forget in a hurry, girl, and I’m the guy to give it to you. When I come over tonight I’m going to rip off your clothes and fuck you over the nearest
—
”

“Enough, enough.” The Sheriff took a large handkerchief from his pocket and began dabbing his heated face. “Goddamn it, I told Marlene to destroy those fucking letters. She said she’d thrown them on the fire.” He pressed the crumpled linen square to his perspiring neck.

Colt lifted the bundle of letters from his desk. “Looks like she kept them all. Just shows you what love letters mean to a woman. Kat found them under the floorboards when she was clearing out the house. They clearly show you were having sexual relations with her mother, for a good ten years or more. They sure make interesting reading, don’t you agree?” He drew in a breath and tut-tutted. “And you with a wife and kids, too. By the way, Abe, how is your good lady wife Maisy these days, and your sons, Zach and Brandon? I went to school with those guys, and we were good friends back then, still keep in touch even today.”

“It’s not what you think, Colt. Marlene and I shared a real love affair when we were both much younger. I adored her. We spoke at length about me leaving Maisy and starting a new life together away from Fairfax. But like you said, I had kids to think about.”

“I’m not trying to destroy your life, Abe. Underneath all your piety, I think you’re a pretty regular sort of guy. I just want you to leave me alone, and stop busting my balls over the club. You know as well as I do that everything is legal and aboveboard here.”

Sheriff Bunty ran his fingers through the smattering of gray hair on his scalp. He looked irritated and deflated at the same time. “What about those lowlifes who turned up the other day, Colt? I can’t just ignore them.”

“I’m glad you brought that up. Kat borrowed some money from the wrong people, that’s all. They have nothing to do with Club Fusion. They’ve not invested in the club, and they’re not on the payroll. They have fuck all to do with anything. I never even knew who they were until you told me.” Colt took a deep breath. “Listen, Abe, what I propose is this. You don’t bring the information you have about these guys to the attention of the judge, and I won’t bring the attention of these letters to your good wife and those nosey journalists at the Fairfax Gazette. What do you say, Sheriff? Neither of us really want to hurt each other, do we? Besides, if you hurt me, you hurt Kat, and she’s Marlene’s daughter, the woman you loved.”

The Sheriff scratched his head. “I guess you’re speaking sense, Colt, and if you like, in memory of Kat’s dear mother, who recently passed away, I’m sure I could find a way to help. I’ve always been a fair man.”

“I know, Abe.” Colt moved across to his safe and opened it. In full view of the Sheriff, he placed the letters inside and then spun the dial. “I think you can safely say these letters have well and truly disappeared for good.”

“It’s all been a misunderstanding, Colt. You let me know when these guys come calling again. I’ll kick their sorry asses over the state line. But I’m telling you now, they’re the type that won’t take kindly to being shortchanged.”

“I fully intend to pay them every last cent, Abe. I just want them to go and never come back.”

* * * *

After a long bath, Kat wandered around the bedroom in her red silk gown. She looked at her surroundings, and she was glad that the Gothic decoration had been replaced by a soft pastel shade of pale green. The soothing color relaxed her because every so often her heart would race in anticipation of what Colt was about to do to her. She picked up her watch from the dresser. It had been over an hour, and Colt still hadn’t showed up. Maybe he couldn’t get Sheriff Bunty to change his mind. If that were the case then he wouldn’t be in a very good mood.

Kat stared at her reflection in the mirror. She’d brushed her hair into a thick, glossy black mane. It was the style Colt preferred, and at the moment, she’d do everything she could to redeem herself in his eyes. She’d shaved her pussy, too, making it silky smooth in an effort to please him. Kat pinched her pale cheeks, wondering if she should have put more makeup on.

When the door to the bedroom opened, she spun quickly around. He smiled as he took in her appearance. “Don’t look so worried. I don’t bite all the time.”

Kat breathed a sigh of relief. It looked like he was in a better mood. “How did it go with Sheriff Bunty?” she asked nervously, afraid of his answer.

“Good, very good, little sub. He’s gonna leave Club Fusion well alone from now on. It’s about time, too, because he’s been busting my hump for the past year.” He gently feathered the back of his hand against her cheek. “You have prepared yourself well. Now, while I have a shower, I want you to set the scene. A few candles and an ice bucket should do it.”

Kat smiled. “Sounds romantic, Colt.”

His vivid blue eyes held hers as he grazed a thumb over her lips. “Only the very best for you.”

“What wine should I bring?”

Colt smiled as though she were a small child. “You choose.”

Glad for something to do, Kat filled a silver bucket with water and ice. Choosing a good Chardonnay and two glasses, she then brought everything up to the bedroom on a tray. To finish setting the scene, she dimmed the lights, letting the flickering flames of the candles cast their eerie shadows around the bedroom. She’d just finished when Colt came through from the bathroom. Wearing just a towel tied around his waist, he came over to her.

He held out his hand. “Give me your robe, and then lie on the bed.”

Kat slipped the red silk gown from her body and handed it to him. His gaze devoured her from head to toe as she did as he commanded. The satin of the bedspread felt delicious against the naked flesh of her back and ass. Colt followed and straddled her torso, his weight pinning her down. Already she could feel her breathing increase as she gazed into his eyes. He leaned over to the bedside cabinet and withdrew several silk ties from a drawer.

“I noticed the leather restraints I used in the punishment room chafed your wrists, so today I’m going to be very kind to my little sub. I’ll use these instead.”

“There’s no need to tie me up, Colt.”

He pinched her nipple hard, making her wince. “Don’t answer me back. One thing you should remember. A sub never questions her Master.”

She swallowed at the intensity in his gaze. “Sorry, Master. It won’t happen again.”

“Good, I will overlook it this time.” Colt took hold of her arms and held them over her head. He stretched them apart, anchoring them to the wrought iron bedstead with the silk ties. Next, he placed two pillows under her butt, raising her pussy so her back was arched. He then secured her ankles to the base of the bedstead with two more silk ties, spreading her legs wide open.

“This is perfect,” he murmured, grazing his hand past her freshly shaved pussy lips. A moan tore from her as he slipped a finger into her vagina. “And wet, too. Looks like I’ve found your kink. You like being tied up and vulnerable, don’t you?”

Kat panted in short sharp gasps. “Yes, but it scares me, too, Master.”

“It’s all about trust, Kat. The fact that I have complete control turns you on.” Colt moved from the bed and walked over to the dresser. He opened the drawer and pulled out a package. As he came back and sat on the edge of the bed, he said, “I’ve bought you a present.” He held up the box. “I’ll open it for you. What do you say to your Master?”

“Thank you.”

“That’s not good enough.” He bent down and nipped hard at her nipple with his teeth.

Fighting the sudden sharp jolt of pain, her words came out in a rush. “Thank you, Master, for looking after me so well.”

“That’s better, you’re learning.”

With her breathing getting out of control, Kat watched him open the package. Her gaze took in his masculine body, highlighted by the flickering candlelight. He looked so broad and powerful next to her. She could see her breasts heaving with excitement and the soft mound of her baby-smooth pussy raised up with the pillows and spread open for his enjoyment. God help her, she wanted him to dominate her and bring his hedonistic delights to pleasure her body.

He removed a glass object from the box. At first she thought it was an ornament of some kind because it refracted in the light with glorious iridescent colors of purple and gold. It was only when she looked more closely that she realized what it truly was.

Colt held up the phallic sex toy in his hand. “This is made of hand-blown glass. I’ve had it shipped in from Switzerland.” He gently touched his fingers against her cheek. “Those cheap and nasty vibrators are not for you, baby. I wanted something far more sophisticated for my sub.”

Kat writhed at the sight of the bulbous glass head and long shaft of the dildo. Would Colt really use it on her?

He smiled. “There’s someone very skilled making these delicious beauties.” He held it closer for her inspection. “They’re so attractive to look at, some people have them on display.”

“I’ve no doubt.” She looked him straight in the eye. “I don’t need it. You’re all I need.”

“I decide what you need. This is the second time you’ve questioned me, don’t let there be a third.”

“I’m sorry, Master, I’m forgetting myself.”

“Don’t worry, baby, I’ll make sure you receive the full benefits of its design.” Colt reached over to the ice bucket on the bedside stand and discarded the bottle of Chardonnay, placing it on the floor. He held up the refracting piece of glass and then plunged it deep into the ice bucket leaving it submerged in the icy water. “You see, Kat, this beauty will remain cold for a long time. Just think how it will feel in twenty minutes time when I slide it deep inside your wet pussy.”

The idea made her struggle against her restraints. “No, Colt, I don’t want it.”

He cupped her chin and made her look at him as her breathing accelerated. “Are you going to use your safeword?”