Tickle His Fancy: Trident Security Book 6 (Trident Security Series) (16 page)

Removing his hand, he set about spanking her again, landing a
few strikes right on her sit spots. He wanted to ensure she felt this for the
next few days, to remind her why she’d been punished. Her body was now his—to
care for, love, and cherish—and he wouldn’t tolerate any negative thinking
about her image or self-worth.

Crack.

“Tw-twenty-four, Sir”

Crack.

“Twenty-five, S-Sir.”

Fancy let out a huge sigh of relief in between her sobs and
tears before Brody helped her stand for a moment and then laid her down on the
bed. After removing his swim trunks, he spooned her, his chest to her back,
tucking her sore ass against his groin. There was no hiding his erection, and he
smiled when she gently wiggled her hips, despite her crying. Any doubts he may
have had about her reaction to a discipline spanking were completely gone.
She’d handled it well, and he hoped he’d purged those negative thoughts from
her mind. While Fancy was a confident, strong business woman, when she wasn’t
working, she needed to be under the care of a Dom—him, to be specific. He
wanted her to be just as strong and confident in her private, personal life and
would do anything to help her achieve that.

Brushing her hair to the side, he kissed the shell of her
ear. “Are you okay, sweetness?”

“
Mmm-hmm
. I just feel a little perverted since all I
want now is for you to make love to me.”

While he barked out a laugh, his heart soared at her choice
of words. She wanted him to
make love
to her. It was the first time
she’d used those two words, and he’d be damned if it was the last.

Brody’s cell phone chirped and he rolled over to grab it from
the night table, silencing it before the noise woke Fancy up. Looking at the
screen, he inwardly cursed. It was the alarm monitoring company Trident
Security used. The only properties Brody received alerts for were his place,
the Trident compound, his teammates’ homes, and Fancy’s shop.

Anytime one of the systems they’d installed throughout the
city and surrounding area went off, signaling a breach, an alert went to the
monitoring company. A tech there would contact the police to respond and then
the person or persons on the property’s notification list—usually the owner,
manager, or another key holder. But in Fancy’s case, he’d made her the backup
contact and she would only receive an alert if he or Corey didn’t respond
first—at least until the vandal was caught. He wanted to know what damage was
done before she found out, and then be the one to break the news to her—gently.

After seeing it was the alarm at the bakery, he glanced at
the time.
Two-in-the-fucking-blessed-morning.
He hated to rouse her, but
if she awakened to find him gone, she’d worry. He also didn’t want to tell her
where he was going, and he wouldn’t. Not until he figured out if it was a false
alarm or not.

Slipping out from under the covers, he quickly threw his
clothes back on, then squatted down next to the side of the bed Fancy was on.
Placing his hand on her hip, he gave it a little shake. “Fancy, baby, I need
you to wake up for a second.”

“
Mmmm
.” Her eyes blinked open, her voice filled with
sleep. “Br-Brody? What’s wrong? What time is it?”

“Just after 2:00. I have to run out. . .work
related.” It wasn’t exactly a lie—he just didn’t clarify whose work it was related
to. “I didn’t want you to wake and find me missing. It shouldn’t take long, and
I’ll be back in a little bit.” He gave her a sexy little grin. “Keep my side of
the bed warm for me.”

“’Kay” She snuggled down under the sheets as her eyes
fluttered closed once more.

Brody was confident she’d be asleep again before he reached
his truck. With his 9mm in a holster at the small of his back, he grabbed his
cell phone and keys. He then made sure the alarm was reset and the front door’s
dead bolt was re-engaged before he left Fancy alone in his house.

When he pulled into the bakery’s parking lot, there was a
patrol car and Corey Maguire’s truck at the far end. Two uniformed officers
were talking with the fireman under one of the overhead lights. As he parked
and got out of his vehicle, they turned their attention to him.

He didn’t recognize either of the cops. “Hey, Corey. What
happened? The monitoring company’s text said it was the back door alarm that
went off.”

“Yeah.” He extended a hand which Brody shook as the man
introduced him to the officers. “Brody Evans from Trident Security, this is
Matt Caulfield and Juan Rojas. I run into them a lot on the overnight shifts.”

He exchanged handshakes with the men. Caulfield appeared to
be in his early twenties, while Rojas had to be about fifteen or twenty years
older. However, both seemed fit and alert, and probably wouldn’t have any
trouble taking down a suspect. As a group, the four began to walk behind the
building as Rojas spoke. “Doesn’t look like they gained entry, but if you pull
on the door handle hard enough it rattles. Might have been enough to set it
off. The real damage is the graffiti.”

“Shit, again?” Brody’s anger began to spike. When he got
ahold of the little punk responsible, he’d shove the spray paint bottle up his
ass. The big, utility-green metal door had been a little loose on its hinges
when he and Boomer had inspected it before wiring it for the alarm. While it
had rattled, it had taken quite a bit of force to make it happen and would be
highly unlikely to have been an accident if it did set off the alarm.

The two officers shined their flashlights on the back brick
wall so he could assess the damage. Vile words had been spray painted in bright
yellow, and rage took over his preceding anger. Someone was calling Fancy—his
Fancy—a
bitch, whore, and cunt
. Brody’s hands clenched into fists.
“Fucking bastard. You better make sure you find this asshole first because I’m
going to tear him limb from limb.” He didn’t wait for a reply. “I take it you
didn’t go inside and check the camera feed.”

Corey shook his head, pulling his keys to the shop from his
jeans pocket. “No. It’s your system. I haven’t had a chance to play with it
yet, so we were waiting for you. I didn’t want to accidentally erase anything.”

“Let’s go in through the front, in case there are
fingerprints on this door.”

Within minutes, they were in Fancy’s office, and Brody was
rewinding the camera feed on the program he’d added to her computer, looking
for the asshole who dared to harass his woman. “There he is. Let me rewind it
to when he first shows up.”

The suspect’s actions ran backward at a rate of eight times
the normal speed until he disappeared into the wooded area behind the shop.
Brody hit play, and the four men watched as a person, presumably a male, but
they couldn’t be certain, walked into the frame. He’d used an umbrella to
shield his face and upper body from the security camera which he’d apparently
known was there. After spray painting the graffiti, the bastard had pulled on
the door handle a few times, probably hoping to gain entry and do more damage. Not
able to get in, the punk left the same way he’d come.

Corey let out an exasperated sigh. “Well, that was no fucking
help. The bastard even wore gloves so there won’t be any prints. I’m going to
kill this fucker.”

Shutting down the computer, Brody stood. “You and me both.”

The two officers followed him out the back as Corey went out
the front so he could relock that door. Caulfield and Rojas pulled out their
flashlights again, and the latter said, “We’ll take a walk through the trees
here and see if there’s any evidence that might have been left behind.”

Pulling one of his business cards from his wallet, Brody
handed it to the older officer. “Let me know if you come across anything. My
cell number is on the bottom. And thanks for coming out.”

“No problem. I’ll add the bakery to the patrol watch list, so
it’ll get a few drive-by inspections during each shift.”

“I appreciate it.” Brody shook their hands then left them to
their work. He met Corey by their side-by-side trucks. “I’m really not looking
forward to telling Fancy about this.”

“Want me to tell her?”

“Nah, she’s at my house, I’ll tell her. In the meantime, do
you know anyone who can get that garbage off the wall in the morning? I don’t
want her landlord pissed at her for something she’s not responsible for.”

The other man nodded. “We have a power washer at my stationhouse
that I can borrow. I don’t have to be at work until 1600 hours. I’ll go grab it
now so she doesn’t have to see it in the morning.”

“Thanks.” Brody pulled his driver’s door open and climbed in.
“Call me if you have any problems cleaning it up.”

Corey shrugged. “Don’t expect there to be any, but let me get
your number just in case.”

He rattled off the digits, and a few seconds later his cell
rang with Corey’s number appearing on the screen. “Got it. Thanks.”

“No problem. Night.”

Driving home, Brody dreaded telling Fancy what had happened.
He’d let her get a few more hours of sleep and tell her over coffee. Damn, he
wanted to kill the mother fucker who was doing this.

* * *

In the locker room of The Covenant, Fancy was nervous as she
changed into the fetish club wear she’d bought yesterday. She’d wanted to
surprise Brody, so he hadn’t seen the outfit yet, but he’d sent her to one of
the nicest fetish wear shops she’d ever seen—not that she’d seen many. He had
also insisted on paying for whatever she purchased. When she’d arrived at the
shop, she’d learned he’d called ahead and requested she not be allowed to see
the prices of anything she was interested in. Apparently, the two women who worked
there often received requests like that from Doms, and as they’d promised him,
she had no idea what anything had cost.

“Fancy, I’m so glad you’re here!”

She spun around to see Angie and another woman already
dressed in their club wear and suddenly wondered if she was overdressed. “Hi,
Angie. Thank goodness you’re here. It’s nice to see a familiar face because I’m
nervous as hell.”

The striking blonde grinned. “Actually, Brody sent us in here
to calm your nerves. He figured you could use some girlfriends to lean on. This
is Kat Maier, Boomer’s fiancée and sub.”

Dressed in a very, very, short, plaid schoolgirl skirt and an
adorable matching bra, the brunette extended her hand. “Hi, Fancy. It’s nice to
finally meet you. Bennie’s been raving about all the treats Brody’s been
getting from your shop. And Angie won’t tell us what the new cake design looks
like—she wants it to be a surprise, but said it looks awesome.”

Shaking the other woman’s hand, Fancy smiled. “I’m glad you
like it, Angie. It’s one of my favorite cakes to do.”

Angie was dressed in a sheer, black teddy with matching
thong. The sub was obviously very comfortable in her skin and, with a body like
that, she should be. Kat was a little shorter than her friend. Actually, she
was the exact same height as Fancy at five foot five, but she was thinner.
Stop
thinking like that! Brody said he loves your curves, and you should, too! Do
you want another punishment when a pleasure spanking is so much more enjoyable?

The door at the top of the stairs opened, and they heard
several women chatting while heading down to the locker room. When they
entered, Fancy was relieved to see a variety of shapes and sizes among the four
women. One of them was wearing a bright purple wig and a huge smile. “O-M-G!
Is this Fancy?”

Startled that a stranger knew who she was, she looked to
Angie for help, and the woman introduced her. “Yes, this is Fancy, and she’s
nervous, so everyone rally around. Fancy Maguire, this is Shelby Christiansen.”
She pointed to the purple-haired woman and then to the next woman in line.
“Colleen McKinley, who is the office manager at Trident. And this is Mistress
Roxanne and Kayla London.”

Angie hadn’t needed to tell Fancy that the tall redhead was a
Domme, she’d known it as soon as their gazes met. Her eyes were kind, but Fancy
recognized the take-charge look and the way she carried herself as someone who
was so not a submissive. Mistress Roxanne smiled warmly and shook Fancy’s hand.
“It’s nice to meet you. The Trident subs have been chatty about the woman who
finally caught Master Brody’s heart. I always knew he had good taste.”

A blush stole over Fancy’s cheeks. The Domme’s wife was as
curvy as Fancy was, if not more, and Mistress Roxy apparently approved of
voluptuous women. Feeling better about her outfit and body, she finished
getting ready, as the others did the same. A few more women entered the locker
room and Fancy started to lose track of everyone’s names. There was Georgia,
Cassandra, Sasha, and another Domme, Mistress China.

Harper Williams walked in with two other women, and she
hugged Fancy after spotting her. “I had a feeling you were a submissive the
other night, but it wasn’t my place to ask. I’m so happy to see you here. We
have to go out again with just the girls.”

“That sounds like fun. Count me in.”

The chatter in the room began to relax her. In addition to
the nervousness she was experiencing about being here, she was still upset
about the vandalism at her shop. Corey and Brody had taken care of the latest
graffiti the other night and it had been gone when she’d arrived to open the
shop. While it was her business, she was grateful they had handled it this
time. Hopefully, the teens, or whoever it was, would be caught soon or
eventually get tired and stop harassing her.

Several of the women around her laughed at some joke she’d
missed. Fancy realized that aside from a few get-togethers with her female
employees, she hadn’t had an actual girls-night-out in a very long time. Well,
that was one more thing to add to her list of how to leave the past where it
belonged. She missed having girlfriends to go out with, even if it was just
shopping or having lunch. Looking forward to this next phase of her life more
than ever, she shut her locker door and took a deep breath before walking out to
the club floor where Brody was waiting for her.

* * *

Standing outside the women’s lounge, Brody acknowledged
several people who greeted him as they walked past his temporary, self-assigned
post. The sensual jazz music that was usually played over the club’s sound
system on Wednesday nights coursed through him and conjured up his own,
personal porn flick of Fancy in his mind. He was dying to see what she’d picked
out at the fetish wear shop, and was positive whatever it was she would rock
it—which in turn, would make him rock hard. Hell, he was already halfway there
just thinking about her in any fet wear. Thankfully, he was wearing his usual
comfortable, faded jeans, which he preferred over the leather pants many of the
Doms wore. Instead of a snug T-shirt, tonight he’d worn an open leather vest, a
brown one that matched his cowboy boots.

The door to the locker room opened, and Brody almost
swallowed his tongue. Fancy was wearing a tight blue corset with some black
floral design in it—paisley he thought they called it. The top pushed her
breasts in and up, making her tantalizing bosom even more attractive. The short
skirt of the outfit was soft, black leather with a tulle underlining that
flared it out a bit. He knew underneath she was bare, as he’d instructed her
not to wear any panties, and the knowledge had him cursing the fact they
couldn’t play tonight.

He held out his hand for her to take as she stepped toward
him. “You look stunning, sweetness. I have one thing to add, though, to make
sure the horny vultures stay away from you.” From his jeans pocket, he pulled
out the collar he’d purchased in the club shop yesterday and held it up for her
to see. The necklace had an intricate design with a thin, black, leather cord
threaded through the silver links. From the center, hung a black, onyx heart.
When she was ready, he’d have a one-of-a-kind collar designed for her at the
jewelry shop many of the local Doms went to. For now, he hoped she liked the
one he’d picked out.