Surrounded [Running to Love 5] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) (7 page)

When she could breathe evenly again and relax her jaw, she turned her head to rest it on his thigh, gently holding his spent shaft between her lips. He stroked her hair, and she felt his total relaxation. They stayed like that for a long time, not speaking, just being, until he pulled away and reached down to encourage her back up onto his lap.

“I never thought to feel your mouth on me again, Jackie.” His quiet statement unnerved her, and her guilt awoke once more. She chose not to respond, but cuddled in closer and listened to the solid thump of his heart against her temple. Her own pulse seemed to synchronize with the beat. And then he set her away from him and stood.

“Time to open up. I’ll get your things from last night, and we can sit with the other members for a while.”

She stared at him. For some reason she thought they would spend more time in bed, and she had hoped for another spectacular orgasm. She pouted for real.

“That doesn’t work with me, darlin’. Nothing for you. Don’t think I didn’t know what you were up to a few minutes ago. Now, get cleaned up, and I’ll bring you your clothes. Or you can wear my shirt. I’m sure the other folks wouldn’t mind.”

She felt her temper flare and swallowed it back, throwing a smile his way instead of her empty coffee cup. She bent from the waist to pick up the abandoned shirt and made sure he got a good look at her ass before she stomped off to the bathroom.

“And, Jackie? Leave the plug in. I’ll take it out at your place.”

Her feet faltered at his words. He couldn’t mean for her to spend the rest of the afternoon and evening with that thing up her ass! Not sitting out in the lounge area with people! She turned and opened her mouth to sass him and refuse, only to see him standing in the middle of the room, tucked away again in his boxers, his lean torso belying his strength. His face gave nothing away, but she could swear his eyes glowed. Cat’s eyes. It made her hot, and she decided to pick her battles. If she was too uncomfortable, then it could always come out in awhile, and she thought she’d take care of herself in the bathroom.

“You don’t get to come by your hand, either.”

Shit.
She smiled again, as demurely as possible. “Of course.
Master
.” And then hustled into the bathroom and shut and locked the door.

He managed not to laugh until he let himself out into the hallway. All the rooms were soundproofed, although most of them were monitored, and he didn’t want Jackie to hear him. He should have dragged her ass to the couch and smacked it red for her cheeky insubordination, but he simply didn’t need all of that lifestyle anymore all the time. He needed her love, he needed her trust, and he needed her respect. He figured he had the former and the latter, and that she mostly trusted him. She likely didn’t yet fully trust
herself
or what they were embarking on. He still had some thinking to do on the subject, not quite so sure of himself anymore. If that made him vanilla, so be it. And what he had planned for later wouldn’t really be counted as vanilla. Besides, he felt lighter and younger than he’d felt yesterday, and she would be thinking that she’d pulled one over on him. Master. There was no room in this relationship for one Master. He was happy to be her Sir, but wasn’t above a little mindfuck.

He heard voices emanating from the room that had been utilized last night and put faces to them. Monica and Robert. They were on the cleaning roster for the week. He peered around the door, and yanked his head back. There wasn’t a lot of cleaning going on. There weren’t a lot of switches in the Club either, and Monica and Robert were the only married couple in that category. Alistair didn’t want to intrude, although he liked to observe, but he certainly didn’t want to be found wandering the halls in his boxers. He still ran the Club, and he still had his standards, although the loincloth-style towel last night probably had some tongues wagging. His smile returned as he tiptoed past the open door and successfully gained the member room. He’d finally identified the feeling. He was happy.

Ashley had picked his clothes up and laid them on the bed. He pulled his leathers on and thrust his arms through the sleeves of his shirt, although he’d evidently torn the buttons off in his hurry to yank it off last night. He found a couple of them but gave the rest up as a bad job. He gathered up Jackie’s little pile of clothes and scooped up her shoes and made his way back to her. He hadn’t missed her disappointment when he’d sent her to clean up after she’d serviced him so beautifully. Her unsatisfied arousal would make tonight all the sweeter. He froze in his tracks for a moment. He’d told her not to get herself off, but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t. Well, he would just have to go and check on her, and if she’d disobeyed him, then he’d deal with it. Alistair strode back to his quarters with a determined gait, eyes front, ignoring the open door of the room where Monica and Robert weren’t cleaning.

He let himself into his place quietly. The door to the bathroom was still shut, and he walked over to it soundlessly to listen at it. He could hear water running and Jackie singing. She had always been an exuberant singer ever since he could remember, and fond memories colored right over the intervening years. He rapped softly, the water and the melody shut off simultaneously and then she opened the door. She held his toothbrush in one hand, the paste in the other, and he managed not to wince. They would share pretty much everything else, so he shouldn’t have a problem with her using his toothbrush, but it was a sticking point with him. He plucked it out of her fingers and walked in past her to pull open a drawer in the vanity, setting down her clothing as he did so.

“New toothbrush, floss, and women stuff in here, Jackie.”

“Women stuff?” Her tone had him looking. Her face was tight, and her lips set in a thin line. His heart lurched with glee at her jealous reaction, and he yanked her against him and kissed her lips soft again.

“I picked it up for you, darlin’, you and Ash.”

She relaxed against him, and he was again aware of how her lush, petite form fit so well in his arms. “Oh, well, okay. Thanks.” Her sheepish response had him kissing her again, and he stroked her ass with one hand, briefly pressing against the plug.

“Did you masturbate, Jackie?” She stiffened again, and he toyed with the base of the toy.

“No. I wanted to, but you said not to, so I didn’t.”

“Good girl. Now get dressed and we’ll get things organized out front.”

* * * *

She felt abandoned when ’Stair released her and left the bathroom, yet thrilled that she had pleased him. She stared after him and wanted to run to him and ask her to hold her in his arms again. How could he be so impervious? She was naked and had a plug in her ass, and she hadn’t touched herself, not even when she’d cleaned up and the impulse had been so strong just to spend a little time with the washcloth on her hot button. She hadn’t had enough of him, and this waiting was making her crazy. He was messing with her, and the mischievous imp inside hinted at all manner of things she might do to mess right back, except her bottom was still damn tender from his punishment last night.

Alistair was acting less the Dom than she remembered even during that insane time together when she was nineteen. Well, he hadn’t done any hard-core things, not like what she’d read about. He hadn’t been sadistic, hadn’t hurt her, although she’d been restrained and taught more about her anatomy than she probably would have learned in a lifetime. Until she and Ashley had met, orgasms didn’t compare to those she experienced with ’Stair, and she had thrown herself into lots of flings between him and Ash. And she liked being restrained, the choice taken away. Liked the erotic pain, too. But he had never pushed her too far, and he respected her boundaries. That might have changed if she had waited for him like she promised, probably not being pushed too far, but he likely would have pushed her boundaries. There was a broken boundary reposing in her bottom hole when she thought about it. She sighed. She loved him and trusted him with her sexuality. She accepted that there were some things he couldn’t or wouldn’t change for her, but she didn’t want him to. She wanted Alistair the way he was, although they were bound to butt heads from time to time. Makeup sex was great, so she could deal.

Her clothes from last night were fine. She hadn’t had time to wear them for very long, after all, and she had folded them tidily. She put them on and then dug in her little purse for some basic makeup, touching up around her eyes, adding some mascara and then a hint of lipstick. She pulled a few longer, fine blonde hairs out of ’Stair’s hairbrush to discard them, then quickly stuffed them back in. Let him find them there. It had taken ten minutes just to get her tangled mane into some semblance of order, and she still felt disheveled. That was his fault, his and Ashley’s, and she hadn’t missed his reaction to her using his toothbrush. She’d just sucked him off, he’d gone down on her last night and had his tongue halfway down her throat several times, but he balked at sharing his toothbrush? Please. Jackie quickly used a new one and then shoved it back in the packaging and into her purse. Let him wonder. She stifled a giggle and walked out to find him, moving in as seductive a manner as a woman with a hard object up her ass could pull off.

He was sitting on the couch, wearing his leathers, but now clad in a snow-white cotton shirt, one long leg negligently crossed on his knee at the ankle. He ironed as well as she did! Unless he had someone do his laundry for him. All the things she still needed to find out about him now kept adding up. He looked good enough to eat, and from the way he was looking at her, she did, too. She felt like the most beautiful, sexiest woman in the whole world, and the most fortunate one as well. She felt happy. There weren’t any other people in their intimate lives, just her, Ashley, and Alistair.

* * * *

She sat on one hip, curled in a corner of a love seat on the back wall of the lounge area. She sipped on a diet soda. Alistair didn’t allow alcohol when “events” were planned, apparently even events that were going to take place off-site. She really didn’t drink anyhow, aside from the occasional glass of wine, having learned the value of waking with a clear head and settled stomach a long time ago. People drifted in and out, some getting real drinks from the bar, some ordering soft drinks or some grabbing bottled water. Music ebbed and flowed from hidden speakers. It felt like the lobby of a high-end hotel, and she kind of drifted, alone yet not lonely, quite content where Alistair had settled her. He came back from time to time to refresh her soda and offer her some choice tidbits from the fruit and cheese plates that circulated. It was like a low-key party. Couples and threesomes sat together and conversed in low tones, laughter sometimes rippling or roaring, depending upon the utterer’s gender.

There had been several speculative looks sent in her direction at first, and then warm, knowledgeable smiles crossed pretty much every countenance. Alistair seemed to grow a few inches taller before her very eyes, and she swore his chest puffed up. It was delightful to feel his pride and possessiveness, and she gave him little speaking glances or shifted in pretense of discomfort on the plug when he bent a look back on her. She was flirting, and he didn’t really know quite what to do in response, she just knew it. He was pretty much a “strip and get over my lap,” “spread your legs,” or “strip and get on your knees” kind of guy, given his sexual proclivities, and she loved seeing him slightly off-balance.

Her arousal was building slowly and inexorably, honed by the atmosphere, the ever-present fullness in her ass, and ’Stair’s proximity. She occasionally looked at her watch, counting the hours and minutes until the Club closed, knowing that Ash would soon be getting off shift and heading home to await them. She wondered if she would have some surprises waiting even as she sent up a fervent prayer that Ashley was safe. It was a worry being a cop’s significant other, and she did her best not to think about it too often. Alistair would be such a support to her in that regard, too. He’d keep her from thinking crazy, worried thoughts, or at least distract her.

She wondered if Jace and Rowan had headed back to their town or if they were staying another night. She and Ashley had chosen a swanky hotel and booked a room for them to stay over after what she suspected had been a special evening for them, right down the hall from where she had had hers. She’d forgotten about them the minute ’Stair had touched her, but doubted they’d spared her a thought either. Her best friend Rowan had found her real man, and she had had her own wishes granted. Maybe Alistair would give some thought to renaming the Club. It had been host to a lot of Peyton Place-like adventures over the past year or so, according to Ashley.

Her lips twitched at suggesting some silly names to Alistair and looked up to see him watching her over the shoulders of a couple he was conversing with. The heat in his eyes made her stomach drop and her arousal spike higher. It was going to be a long wait until midnight, and if she hadn’t promised him that she wouldn’t touch herself, she’d be finding the restroom right about now. Instead, she gave him the same look right back and ran the tip of her tongue over her bottom lip and nearly laughed out loud when his eyes narrowed. Oh, she was so going to be in for it later. She couldn’t wait.

He was going to burst right out of his leathers if she didn’t stop that, stop those things she was doing. He swore he could hear them creak and kept clearing his throat to cover any possible sound. It was ridiculous. People knew what everyone did here, in some variation or another. They did it themselves, and there were very sexually aware and venturesome men and women in this very room. He had no need to hide his arousal, except he really wanted to keep it private, special, for Jackie. But she was teasing him, flirting with him, and he seemed to have forgotten how to respond, if he’d ever known. He wondered how she’d deal with it if he took her right over the arm of that love seat she was squirming on, right in front of the members. There had never been a scene or any overt sexual acts in this area. He was a law-abiding citizen. Those were reserved for the back of the Club, but damned if he didn’t feel like breaking his own rules. She was like an electrical charge surging through his bloodstream, and he only had himself to thank. He had insisted on waiting, prolonging the agony, holding off until later, and now he had to live with it. Well, he actually didn’t. He could do her here, drag her back to a room, whatever, and he knew she would welcome it, but he would wait. Ashley would be home by now, and the Club would close in an hour. He gritted his teeth and tried to attend to what Jorge and Alysha were saying and asking him. He had no memory of anything they’d shared and as his eyes met Jorge’s he realized the other man’s were full of unsuppressed mirth. Shit. He gave it up as a bad job and shrugged. These people were as close to being his friends as anyone, and they had clearly put two and two together and come up with three.