Bowles, Jan - Tamed by the Dom [Guilty Pleasures 3] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic) (9 page)

“Son, are you propositioning an officer of the law?” Bunty drawled.

“Nothing of the kind.”

“Good, because if you were, I’d bust your balls.”

“I just want to know what it will take for you to leave me in peace.”

“Son, I’m coming up for retirement soon. My copybook is unblemished, apart from this here establishment lowering the tone of the neighborhood.” The Sheriff’s mouth twisted with distaste. “I want to leave my job with the respect and good wishes of the people of Fairfax. I want them to know I’ve done everything I can where your sorry ass is concerned.”

Colt breathed out. He figured the Sheriff wanted his head on a plate, just to appease the great and the good of Fairfax. “So, what do I have to do?”

“Close down.”

“That’s not gonna happen, Abe, and you know it. I’ve made sure I’ve done everything legal. There’s nothing you can do about Club Fusion. Just face facts, it’s here for good.”

“Then I’m gonna keep coming until I find something. People always slip up. There’s always something they overlook.”

“Abe, be careful what you say. You wouldn’t want me putting in a complaint for police harassment, would you?”

Sheriff Bunty stood and walked over to the door. “They’ll throw it out. I’m just doing my job. It’s what’s expected of me. If I find anything untoward, I’ll be here with a search warrant, guests or no guests. No need to get up, I’ll see myself out, Colt.”

Colt breathed out. Sheriff Bunty was not joking. He wanted to close his club down so he could retire with the blessings of Fairfax. He opened a drawer and pulled out a glass and a bottle of bourbon. He wouldn’t normally drink while on club duty, but the conversation had left a bitter taste in his mouth. He poured a good measure and put the bottle back in the drawer.

He swallowed a large shot. The fiery liquid quenched the anger that had built up inside him.

“That bad, huh?” Kat commented as she came into his office. She closed the door, then walked behind him and began massaging his tense shoulders. She certainly had a talent for it. Slowly the pressure ebbed as her fingers worked their magic on his taut muscles.

“The old bastard wants to close me down.”

“He can’t, can he?”

“I’ve made double sure I’ve done everything legal.”

“Then you’ve nothing to worry about.”

He smiled. “I guess you’re right, baby.” He pulled her onto his lap, and kissed her lips as he wrapped his arms possessively around her. “Thanks, you sure know how to calm a man.”

“Colt?”

“Yes?”

“You know you like the BDSM lifestyle.” Her fingers trailed over the sensitive flesh of his neck.

“Yes, baby. I’ve never hidden it from you, have I?”

Her lips pouted provocatively as she sought the right words to express what she wanted to say. “Well, I’ve been doing a lot of reading recently on the Internet, and it kinda intrigues me, too. I know we’d both get even more enjoyment from sex if I were to agree to be your submissive.”

Colt smiled at her. Kat wouldn’t quite look him in the eye. He guessed she was a little embarrassed of broaching the subject with him. Although he wanted that type of relationship with her more than anything, he didn’t think she was quite ready for it, yet. He clasped her chin with his finger and thumb and tilted her face, so she looked at him. Her lashes swept open as her gaze connected with his. Those beautiful hazel eyes melted his heart. God knows he wanted to possess her completely. For the past two months, he’d thought of little else. Now here she was offering her submission to him on a plate. So, why wait? Deep down he realized that the relationship would flounder if she didn’t want to embrace the BDSM lifestyle one hundred percent.

Kat was a headstrong woman, and although she’d been very open about her past since the day she’d told him about losing a child, he knew she didn’t quite trust him. He figured she thought he was exactly like all the other men she’d known. Just using her until something better came along. Well, that was not his style. He liked Kat.
Damn it, you know it’s more than that, Colt.

When the time came, he would relish her being his sub. Bringing Katrina Masters into line would be an extremely pleasurable experience. His cock hardened at the mere thought of it.

“So, what have you learned?” he asked eventually as he hitched her skirt higher on her thighs. The creamy smooth skin of her legs looked inviting as he caressed the soft flesh with small strokes of his fingers.

“I read that there’s a contract,” she giggled, “of course, that’s…” She stopped talking when he pulled one from a drawer and placed it on top of the desk. Kat just stared at it. He guessed she thought it was a myth. Well, he’d push her all the way to see if she was genuinely interested.

“Shall we write one now?” he asked casually.

Chapter Eleven

Colt handed her a pen. Her heart rate accelerated as she looked at the contract. She’d read all about them on the Internet, but somehow just seeing one in front of her made her knees go weak. “Stop sitting on my lap and stand up. It will make it easier to fill the form in.” When she did as he asked, he lifted her skirt and began lowering her panties, sliding them down her legs and off her body. “You just have to fill in the blank spaces.” He smoothed his hands over her hips, sending a delicious rush of adrenaline through her veins. “In the first space write my name, and in the second space write your name. Then read the first paragraph out loud to me.”

“Okay.” Kat couldn’t believe she was actually filling in the contract. What the hell was she getting herself into? She gasped as Colt stood behind her and pressed his hand against her pussy. Colt was so exciting. Every time he made love to her he added extra levels of sensuality. Surely being his sub would be wonderful, too?

Her voice faltered as she read out the document.
“I, Colt Donahue, hereinafter known as Master, do take into my care Katrina Masters, hereinafter referred to as sub. I promise to care for her and attend to all her needs. The sub promises to give their body unto the Master whenever they so desire. The Master may use the sub’s body as they see fit in all ways but those listed below.”

Every word she read filled her with growing excitement. What exactly would he do to her? Colt circled her clit with his fingers, and a moan tore from her lips. She knew her pussy was soaking wet. “The idea of being my sub turns you on, doesn’t it, Kat?” He slipped his fingers effortlessly inside her.

“Yes,” she whispered. She wanted him to possess her. To take her now over his desk.

“So what don’t you want me to do? I’m happy to negotiate.”

“Colt, I can’t think straight. What if someone comes in?”

He chuckled. “Kat, this is a sex club. I hardly think they’ll be worried. Besides, the door’s locked. If you don’t put any restrictions down that means I can do literally anything to you, so you really should think deeply about it. What didn’t you like reading about on the Internet?”

“I didn’t like the edgeplay. It would scare me.” The idea of being asphyxiated for sexual gratification was not to her taste. Thankfully, Colt was allowing her to choose how far they would go.

“Then put that in the box at the bottom, anything else?”

Her hand shook as she wrote on the contract. When she heard Colt unzip his jeans behind her, a pulse of pure need flooded her body. He pressed his hard cock against her bare ass. Already she felt as though the power had shifted between them. “Come on, baby, bend down, lean across the desk. I know you want me.”

Kat rocked her hips and pressed her bare ass back against him. A moan tore from her lips as he slid deep inside her wet pussy. He gripped her waist. She took deep breaths, trying to concentrate on writing the contract. “Anything else, baby?”

“I don’t want to be locked up in small spaces, I don’t want any needle or knife play, and I don’t want my feet tickled, either.” Her words all came out in a breathless rush as he began thrusting his huge cock inside her.

“Okay. Write them down in the box, and then choose a safeword. If that’s everything, sign on the dotted line at the bottom. Remember, the contract is for a minimum of six months.”

An exhilaration she’d never felt before filled her mind as she signed the document with a final flourish of the pen. There, it was done. She closed her eyes wondering if she would later regret her decision.

When she placed the pen on the desk, he pressed a finger to her clit. No, she could never regret anything with Colt. He’d made such a difference to her life already. She loved him. He worked his cock inside her over and over, building the pressure. “I’m going to enjoy mastering you,” he whispered in her ear as he thrust again. “I’m gonna do things to you that will have you begging for sexual release.”

“I don’t beg. I never have.”

“I know, baby, but you will. You belong to me now.”

She stretched further across the desk, bracing her hands along its edge and stared at the contract she’d made with Colt. There it was in black and white. Colt owned her body and soul. The thought sent ripples of pure pleasure pulsating deep inside her pussy.

“Oh, Colt…that’s…” Her whole body arched taut like a bowstring, and whimpers of sexual gratification fell from her lips. As she succumbed to the most powerful orgasm ever, she heard Colt’s deep voice groan as he too climaxed inside her.

When they finally caught their breath he withdrew from her, and then adjusted her clothing, pulling her dress down over her hips. He kissed her cheek. “Thank you, baby.”

Kat handed him the pen. “You’ve got to sign it, too.”

He took the pen from her grasp and immediately signed the document. When he was finished, he placed the contract in the safe and then turned back to her. He stroked a hand down her face and rubbed his thumb over her lips. His gaze burned into hers, leaving her breathless with its intensity.

“Expect to make good on your promise, one day, very soon, Kat.”

* * * *

Colt finished his paperwork and began clearing his desk. He felt in a really good mood. Takings were increasing month on month. Last weekend had been his best yet. Club Fusion was getting a reputation for all the right reasons. Word of mouth from satisfied customers was bringing more and more business through the doors.

It was too late to deposit the takings at the bank, so he put them in the safe. Just as he was about to secure it, he noticed the contract he’d made with Kat. Colt picked up the document and glanced at it. He hadn’t yet enforced the agreement. Somehow, he still felt she wasn’t ready. If he pushed too far, too fast, she might actually withdraw from him or even leave. He’d much rather wait and choose the right moment to begin her training in earnest. That way their Ds relationship would get off to the perfect start.

Once the safe was locked, his attention was drawn to the sound of a large black sedan arriving outside. No sooner had the car drawn up than Kat ran outside to meet it. He watched her get in the back and close the door. Colt scratched his head. This was the third time he’d seen it here. He folded his arms across his chest and waited. Two minutes later, Kat emerged from the car and began walking back toward the club. It certainly looked odd. He realized how little he knew about her. Always guarded, she’d told him the bare minimum about her life before coming to work here.

Intrigued by what he’d seen, he walked out into the reception area as she came through the front door. “Who was that?” he asked.

Kat shrugged. “Nobody important.” She made to walk away, but he held onto her arm.

“I asked who it was,” he said again, this time barely keeping the impatience from his voice.

Her eyes widened momentarily, he guessed she was surprised by his tone. “Oh, they’re just some people I know. It’s all to do with Momma leaving her estate to the cats’ charity.”

“I see.” He squeezed her arm a little tighter. “You can confide in me if you feel the need to discuss things. I know you’ve had a hard time coming to terms with your mother’s death and the fact that she left you without a cent to your name.”

“I’m sorry, Colt. I’ll try to be more open in future.”

He was just about to speak when the sound of a second car drawing up outside filtered through the half open door. He looked out the window. “Fuck, that is all I need.” Sheriff Bunty’s cruiser turned slowly in the drive and parked outside. With a smile he didn’t feel, Colt went to greet him.

“What can I do for you this time, Abe?”

“It’s the company you’re keeping, Colt. I just ran a plate check on your visitors, and wowee, those Oklahoma plates sure turned up a hornet’s nest.”

Colt frowned. “What visitors, Abe?”

“Oh, I see, playing dumb, are we? I’m talking about the visitors that were here less than ten minutes ago. These guys sure ain’t no Boy Scouts.” Sheriff Bunty lifted his hat from his head before shielding his eyes from the sun. “Now, let me run this past you, Colt, and you tell me if any of it sounds familiar.” Colt noticed that Sheriff Bunty smiled smugly as he spoke. “How about this for starters? Wayne Thomas Rowley, aged thirty-five, spent most of his adult life behind bars. Mainly on account he’s partial to manslaughter and actual bodily harm. He has this annoying habit of throwing acid in the faces of young ladies he doesn’t much care for. And then there’s his friend.” He looked briefly at his notebook. “Dwight McCoy, aged forty-two.” He chuckled to himself. “Yeah, this guy’s a real sweetheart, too. He’s just recently come out of San Quentin after serving a fourteen-year stretch for armed robbery. This lowlife even has form as a juvenile going right back to when he was just twelve.”