He exhaled a long slow breath, closed his eyes, and placed his head further back against the headrest. "You are such a contradiction of brat, enchantress, and woman. I shouldn't have snapped at you, but I can't help worrying even with that fucking son of a bitch behind bars."Her heart completely melted with the realization that part of his anger stemmed from seeing the man who attacked her. She leaned forward and placed gentle kisses on his cheeks, his chin, and along the ridge of his jaw.This time his sigh ended on a groan. "She needs a spanking."Matt chuckled. "No, she wants one. Big difference.""Is this our first fight?" She continued her tiny, wet kisses and yelped when Stephon pinched her none too gently on the ass.The driver stopped in front of the printing business. Stephon opened his door and moved out of the car then assisted Jewel. As she straightened, he picked her up over his shoulder. She heard Matt tell the driver they'd call him when they needed a ride back to the h
He called for a car, and watched her dress and gather a few of her personal items. They spoke little and both men watched her closely.Matt knew Stephon would never seriously hurt her. He had too much control of his inner demons, and when they got to be too much, he found relief in pain to his own body. Stephon needed to talk with her and place all his cards on the table, but Matt couldn't make him.They entered the suite and Stephon changed into workout clothes and left with little more than telling them he'd be a while. Jewel took a shower and Matt could only stand her crying for a few minutes before he joined her."Shh." He pulled her against his chest. "Talk to me."Her tears slowed. "I didn't mean to make him so angry." Her fingers bit into the skin of his back."He's not angry at you. Only himself.""But why?" She still didn't lift her head."He needs to talk to you about that. He would never harm you-redden your ass maybe, suffer through you squirming and sighing with a b
Her two weeks in California had flown by. She wasn't happy with the bank account, but enjoyed ordering and buying things for the guys. She did it subtly so they couldn't object, and she also set up a monthly donation to the Standing Stone Woman's Organization, which helped teen and single mothers get on their feet. She went to fundraisers with Angela and promised to help organize a small one to get her feet wet.She loved the guys in the band and they treated her like family. She gave them an open invitation to visit, but after the band's drummer, Lefty, interrupted an intimate play session in the gazebo, she decided to make a change. She baked three dozen muffins and waited for everyone to arrive on Sunday morning. They were barbequing that afternoon at Krispin and Angela's home next door, but the guys didn't miss her weekend morning treats.She left the room when they all sat at the table smothering her blueberry muffins with butter and drinking coffee. She returned with a large ye
It was a Thursday night and they'd only brought her to the club once. She dressed in a black lace silky confection that hugged her curves and ended slightly above her ass cheeks, which remained uncovered due to her black thong. A black robe covered her decently until they walked into the club and she handed it to a short, heavyset woman at the front desk dressed in leather and chains. The club wasn't as refined as Damian's exclusive domain, but the people were friendly and welcomed her. Matt slipped a temporary collar on her neck so there was no doubt that she belonged to them. Stephon wore black jeans and an untucked white shirt open halfway down his chest. Matt was in a leather vest showing the ink on his chest and arms. He wore blue jeans that hugged his ass and thighs.Stephon's appointment was with a two-hundred and fifty pound Native American man named Master Joseph. He didn't wear a shirt; his overly defined muscles rippled with every movement he made. Jewel hadn't met him the
PART SIXI looked up from my computer screen when Danny walked through the office door."Ms. Winters, there's someone here to see you who doesn't have an appointment." It was obvious he spoke for the benefit of the person waiting to see me. Danny then closed the door behind him, which was as surprising as the clipped, "Ms. Winters," when he normally called me Machala. I watched my assistant closely. "Do you have any intention of informing me who it is?"He gritted his teeth and said, "Mr. Luke Isaak."What the hell? I did everything I could to keep the shock from my face, but, as usual, Danny saw through it."I'd be happy to show him out, or call security, or kick his ass. Your call, Machala." The gleam in his eyes was pure evil.It almost had me laughing. Danny was five eight and weighed about one-forty. He had as much chance of kicking Luke's ass as I did. More than anything, I wanted to bury my head in my arms and refuse to see him. It had been six months since our final goo
It hadn't gone well.No fucking joke.I couldn't get out of the building quickly enough.The car pulled away and I was thankful I wasn't driving. She looked so fucking good. Good enough to eat, and I swear I smelled her pussy when I walked into the office. I hadn't wanted to admit how much I'd missed her scent, the musky aroma that was all her-subtle herb, light vanilla, and something I couldn't place. Her pussy. Fuck, I was crazy.I could almost taste it on my lips. Yes, I missed her taste too. If I was completely honest, I missed everything about her. That's why I let her go. I was the worst sort of sadist. Cruel; finding enjoyment in humiliation and pain. And never had I enjoyed it as much as I did with the woman I just left trembling in her office. She relished it too. It was her hidden mental struggle I couldn't fix, and maybe it was my own insecurities as a man that made it impossible for me to open the steel door she slammed in my face. It hurt because Machala taught me to f
Present day...My entire body trembled and Luke had noticed. Since the day I met him, little escaped his attention. So shook up by what just happened, I was unaware that Danny entered the room until he spoke."Are you okay, Machala?"He was my best friend and I owed him honesty. "No, Danny, I don't think I'm okay."His arms came around my shoulders, offering comfort as they always had. He didn't understand my sexual preferences, but he didn't judge them either. His girlfriend was a little bit of a thing and he treated her like a precious jewel. I didn't believe there was a man out there who could fulfill my craving for pain on one hand and treat me as Danny did Becky on the other.I managed to hold back tears, which made me realize things were slightly better than they were the first few months post-Luke Isaak. I gently shifted out of Danny's arms. "He asked me for a date.""And you told him no?" There was a touch of censure in Danny's words, but it didn't bother me because he'd
I was in the middle of a bitch beater when the shrill sound of my cell phone weaseled through the pounding of drums. I should have turned it down or off. I ignored it and continued. The wood in my hands rolled through my fingers. I flipped with my left playing backstick. Sweat rolled from my hairline down my face and dripped down my torso. This wasn't music-it was rage and drums were the only way, at the moment, that I could process the burn and clear it from my system.The phone stopped its noise for a few moments then started ringing again.Fuck.I rotated on my stool and picked up my cell after I saw the name on the caller ID."You owe me," said the familiar voice.A burst of laughter escaped. "A million times over. So what's new, Damian?"***An hour later, I was on the road with damp, just-washed hair, my toy bag in the trunk, and my heart thumping a heavier beat than my drum kit had earlier. Damian promised he would persuade Machala to accept a strange man coming to her ho