Flight of Fancy (13 page)

“No problem.” Aidan lifted his hands and accepted the thorough pat-down with ease.

“He’s clean.” The guard motioned for Gavin to join them. “You too.”

Gavin waited for Aidan to nod before moving. He stood next to Aidan and put his hands in the air.

The guard gave him the same impersonal search. “They’re good to go.” He nodded to Aidan. “Enjoy your stay, Mr. Castle.”

Aidan tugged Gavin by the arm. “Thanks. I intend to.”

They walked to the front door, where a chatty young man welcomed them and led them through the grand mansion. Hardwood floors gave way to marble tile. Antiques and grand paintings lined the cream-colored walls, while overhead, crystal chandeliers and gilded wall sconces provided a dramatic and rich flair to the home.

“Built back in 1948 for an oil baron,” Chuck, their host, informed them. “Mr. Kerr purchased it a few years ago. It’s his favorite residence.”

Which was what they were counting on. Aidan’s sources had told him the book would be here and not back in Kerr’s New York penthouse. The job hinged on that book being here.

“Beautiful,” Aidan murmured.

Gavin said nothing, following quietly.

“Well, here’s your room. Get settled in. Your bags will be brought shortly. You can freshen up, but feel free to go downstairs at any time. There’s a minimap on the dresser. The party has already started.”

Chuck winked at Gavin, who caught the gesture out of the corner of his eyes. “Oh, he’s cute.”

“I know.” Aidan chuckled.

“Love that mouth. Collagen?” Chuck asked.

“Nope. Just pure sin.” Aidan smiled and pulled Gavin closer by the arm. “My boy only speaks when told, and I’m saving his tongue for more enjoyable pursuits later on.”

Chuck tittered. “Of course, Mr. Castle. We’ll see you downstairs, then.” He turned and opened the door just as another large man stood there holding two bags. “Perfect. Everything you need will be provided for you downstairs. Slaves are to be undressed at all times.”

“No problem.” Aidan nodded at Gavin to strip.

Gavin hadn’t realized they’d start right away, but he didn’t falter. He kept his gaze down as he removed his jacket and shirt, then started on his pants.

Chuck left while the large man put their bags on the bed. He lingered, his stare heavy on Gavin.

“Pretty, isn’t he?” Aidan said. He moved close and pinched Gavin’s nipple. “And sensitive.”

The guard chuckled. “Welcome to the fun, Mr. Castle. Mr. Kerr is looking forward to meeting you.” He left without closing the door behind him.

“All of it, boy. I want to see that pretty cock.”
“We’re likely being monitored. Don’t let down your guard.”

“I won’t.”
“Yes, Sir.” Hell. This was going to be a long two days.

When Aidan grinned and fished a set of clamps and a cock ring from his bag, Gavin inwardly groaned. His entire body flushed with embarrassment as he finished stripping and waited while Aidan put the clamps and cock ring on him.

“What a pretty pink you are,” Aidan murmured as he stroked Gavin’s cock.

As usual, Gavin grew stiff from just a whiff of the man. The feel of Aidan’s large hand around him, despite or perhaps because of the thought of being seen by others, enhanced his already large erection.

Aidan took off his jacket and shirt and donned a leather vest to go with his leather pants. After they both used the bathroom and freshened up following their long trip, Aidan stood and studied Gavin.

“Hmm. I think you’re missing something important.” He chuckled and fished in his bag. He withdrew something he hadn’t mentioned he’d be bringing.
A chain leash.

“I am not a dog.”

“You’re whatever the fuck I say you are, boy. Remember that.”

Gavin took a deep breath and accepted the twist of excitement and fear as Aidan approached.
“Yes, Sir.”

“Damn straight.”
Aidan fitted the chain to the loop on Gavin’s collar. “Damn, you look good.”

This was definitely the weekend from hell.

Chapter Eight

Aidan kept his eye and hand on Gavin’s leash. As he’d expected, they weren’t the only Dom and sub in the dungeon, though they were the tamest. And as anticipated, Kerr couldn’t take his lecherous gaze from Gavin’s fine cock.

“My, what a large boy.”

The man’s fingers itched to hold that pretty shaft, still tight and hard thanks to Aidan’s petting and Gavin’s cock ring. Aidan played his part, pretending to like showing off his sub to the others in the room. Introductions had been made. He recognized a few names among the scum sitting around. Most had men with them, but a few had women attached to chains, much like Gavin’s.

Personally, Aidan liked the sight of Gavin in his grip. The collar was hot all by itself, but the leash added to that primitive sense of ownership Aidan had been feeling since Jack had first assigned Gavin to him.

Gavin played his part well. He looked adorable and innocent around so many predators. His smooth skin, marred only by the bruises on his ass, gleamed with good health. His lips were rosy, and his hands by his sides remained loose, signaling trust in his Master.

“What does he do?” Kerr asked.

As if Gavin were a trick pony. “He’s a good little cocksucker. He excels with bondage, and he’s a wonder to watch when he comes. Lots of spunk in this one.”

Kerr licked his lips while he ignored his own slaves. Three of them sat around him, naked and scarred. All looked glassy-eyed, as if they’d been drugged. They’d been pleasuring various people in the dungeon while Kerr circulated.

Now that the man had found Aidan, he seemed in no hurry to move on.

“So you’re the businessman I’ve heard so much about,” Kerr drawled, his accent hard to place.

“Maybe.” Aidan gave Kerr a cool glance. He had to work hard to get through Kerr’s shields, but he managed. The bastard wanted Gavin—no surprise. He also liked what he saw in Aidan. That whole comparison to Vikings thing worked in Aidan’s favor, because Kerr had a thing for big blond men. Someone named Samson kept circulating through Kerr’s mind. Oh, right, Samson Ruelle, Kerr’s right-hand man.

The crime lord was smaller than Aidan had thought he’d be, but he resonated with a toughness that suggested their mission wouldn’t be as easy as he’d hoped. Flashes of the book didn’t appear anywhere near the lascivious needs of their host. Aidan would have to look for it,
moving
things around in Carl’s brain. That would take time and concentration he couldn’t spare, not here surrounded by so many untrustworthy souls. And not when he had Gavin to protect.

He’d have to bide his time until he could get Kerr alone.

“So you control western Canada and the waters. I could use a man like you for support.”

“And I could use a powerful connection like yours to get things into the country easier.” Aidan nodded. “I like your sense of style.”

Kerr grinned. He was a handsome man empowered with his own sense of infallibility. Half the things Aidan could see in his mind made him want to retch. Killing and hurting others was a huge turn-on for Kerr. Sadism ran rampant through his tastes, and the things he wanted to do to Gavin… Aidan seriously considered killing him after they retrieved the book. He’d been toying with Ian’s idea of getting rid of Kerr, but after seeing what the man did for pleasure, Aidan knew ridding the world of this piece of shit would be doing society a favor.

“And I like your sense of style as well.” Kerr smiled at Aidan, lingering over the leather vest that exposed his chest and the tight black pants that didn’t allow room to hide much. “Tyler,” he said to the large, quiet man who remained close but not too close. “Fetch Samson, would you?”

Tyler nodded and left.

“Please, Aidan, have a seat.” Kerr sat on a leather sofa and waited for Aidan to sit with him.

Aidan joined him and urged Gavin to sit on his knees on the floor between Aidan’s splayed legs. “Good boy.”

Gavin remained passive, and his thoughts were quiet, for which Aidan was thankful. Keeping his concentration on Kerr was hard enough, made even more difficult by his current position. On the couch against the far wall, they could see most of the activities going on around them. It was a sexual free-for-all while men masturbated their masters, naughty boys were whipped until they bled, and several others engaged in oral sex while they talked, as if getting a shoe shine during business hours. Condoms, lube, and dildos lay on every table, provided for everyone’s amusement. What a considerate host.

“Eroticism at its best, hmm?” Kerr palmed one of his slaves’ heads. “Jimmy, I want you to suck off your playmate while Billy fucks you.”

Aidan and Kerr watched while his slaves played with each other, fucking and sucking being a favorite pastime in Kerr’s underground dungeon. A shriek interrupted them, and Aidan glanced to his right to see a heavily muscled, masked man, wearing only a pair of pants, use a whip to bloody a man tied to a freestanding St. Andrew’s cross. Next to them another guy smacked a young man over a spanking bench.

“I have plenty of games we can play.” Kerr watched as his sexual slaves climbed toward orgasm. But they didn’t come, and he didn’t let them.

Aidan, for all his fascination with voyeurism and oral sex, had a hard time remaining unaffected by the blatant hedonism surrounding them. Yet he didn’t find Kerr sexually exciting in the least. His boys looked tired and almost scared, and Aidan felt a surprising empathy for them.

“Ah, there’s Samson. Okay, boys, come.”

As they made a mess over themselves, a giant of a man, who surprisingly reminded Aidan of himself, approached. He had blond hair and blue eyes that missed nothing. And like Kerr, his thoughts were contained.

“Samson, this is Aidan Castle, our friend with Canadian ties. Aidan, my number one adviser, Samson Ruelle.”

Samson nodded, and Aidan caught a flare of interest.

“Samson. A pleasure.”

Samson looked down at Gavin. “Pretty pet you have there, Mr. Castle.”

“Call me Aidan.” Aidan gave him a pleasant smile. “I’m impressed with everything your boss has accomplished over the years. I’m just happy to be invited.”

Kerr considered him over steepled fingers. “Funny we haven’t met before now.”

Aidan didn’t need to be a mind reader to sense Kerr’s subtle suspicion. “I’ve kept a low profile while many of my competitors have been busted. You probably heard about the large smuggling ring that went down a month ago. Fucking DEA in upper Washington blew up a lot of good business.”

Kerr nodded. “Yes. I lost a few sources, thanks to meddling cops. I hadn’t heard of your involvement in the matter, though.”

“Exactly.” Aidan waited.

“But your exploits speak for themselves. The money you wired is good, and the guns you had dropped at my private wharf look to be just what I need.”

Thank God for Jack and his contacts.

Kerr stared at him for a moment. “Meeting new friends is always a treat. So what do you and your slave like to do for fun? Anything we’d care to see? You did seem eager to participate in the party. Or was that just an angle to talk business?”

Aidan knew to answer yes would get his ass thrown out in a heartbeat. Kerr had plenty of resources at his disposal. He picked and chose whom he worked with, and he liked men with common interests. His clear lust made him easy to read, at least, when it came to sex. Kerr expected a show, as did Samson.

Doubt weighed on his and Gavin’s ability to be convincing.

Pay or play time. Samson had taken root next to his boss and wouldn’t be moving anytime soon. The spent submissives by Carl’s feet didn’t receive more than his nod to go away. Kerr’s attention centered on him and Gavin, who thankfully remained mute and ready to obey at the drop of a hat. Perhaps Aidan could prod about the book while Kerr was distracted. The idea had merit.

“My boy and I like to fuck for an audience. He’s particularly good at sucking me off.” The thought of it had Aidan needing release. “What about you, Mr. Kerr?”

“Oh, call me Carl.”

“Carl.” Aidan ran a hand through Gavin’s soft hair. “What are your kinks?”

“I like to watch.” Carl’s wink and look at Gavin told Aidan what the man wanted. “Looks like our friendship is starting off on the right foot.”

Aidan shoved a hard thought into Carl’s mind, searching for
Chronicles
.

Carl rubbed his forehead.

“Boy, unzip me,” Aidan ordered Gavin and tugged on the collar. He felt Samson’s interest as well, but he kept his focus on Carl
. “Gavin, I need to look into his mind for the book. Distract him for me. He wants to watch.”

Gavin timidly turned around, still on his knees, and moved to Aidan’s zipper. “Yes, Sir.”
“God, I hope I can do this.”
“Thank you, Sir.”

“
You can. You like this. Forget about them and focus on me and my pleasure. Make your Master come, baby.”

“What nice manners,” Carl murmured. “Don’t you think, Samson?”

The bruiser nodded, but his hot gaze didn’t stray from Aidan’s face.

Aidan lifted his hips while Gavin pulled down his trousers. The tight fit hadn’t done much to conceal his growing erection, but now he was hard and out for all to see. Hard for Gavin’s clever fingers and talented mouth.

“You’re a big one yourself,” Samson said and licked his lips, his gaze now focused on Aidan’s cock.

“Yeah. I like sex, and I like games. This party is just what I needed.” He tugged on the chain in his fist. “Suck me, boy.”

He spread his legs wider, totally turned on by Gavin and the fact others watched
his
boy pleasuring
him
. They saw Gavin as Aidan saw him, the chain wrapped around Aidan’s fist as Gavin put his lips over the head of his cock and sucked.

“What a nice mouth.” Carl sat up and leaned closer, his erection visible. “Samson, some ease.”

Samson blinked, and Aidan caught the notion the bigger man didn’t normally pleasure the boss in that way. Then Samson’s thoughts turned mercenary. He intended to get Carl off while tempting Aidan at the same time. Eventually he’d make his move on Kerr and steal the business. A man as big and tough as Aidan’s planted background suggested was a partner Samson could use.