Leather & Lace: Trident Security Book 1 (15 page)

She hesitated and he gave her a moment to come to terms with what she was about to let him do. He knew she would comply with his order but she was new to BDSM. This was her first punishment in the world of sexual play and it had to be her decision whether or not she wanted to take the final step forward. When she finally accepted this was what she wanted, she crawled over and lay across his thighs with her ass in the air.

He rubbed the pale flesh of her ass and squeezed her cheeks to warm them up. "The count is sixteen, Pet. I'm going to let you choose this one time. After the first eight, you can choose for me to give you the remainder now or your second option is to receive the other eight when we wake up in the morning, because you will be staying in my bed for the rest of the night. Is that clear?"

He could hear the nervousness in her voice when she responded, "Y-yes, Sir."

As soon as the words were out of her mouth, he lifted his hand and slapped it back down on one cheek.
Smack
. He was pleased when she yelped but didn't move. Her ivory skin turned pink and he held his hand to it for a moment to keep the heat in.
Smack
. This one landed on her other cheek. Again, she let out a little cry but remained in place. He knew after the sting registered it would begin to morph into something she wouldn't be able to explain at this point.

Smack
.
Smack
.
Smack
. These were a little harder and she squealed and began to squirm. His hand on the middle of her back kept her from going anywhere. He aimed the next three along the creases where her ass and thighs met.
Smack
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Smack
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Smack
. He paused as she began to sob and he smoothed his hand over her red buttocks, giving her a chance to get her breathing under control. Despite her cries, she'd managed to keep her hands in front of her with a tight grip on the comforter and it pleased him she resisted what would've been a natural response for a new sub to reach around and try to protect her flesh from his punishment. He dipped his fingers between her legs and she moaned when he found what he'd expected–she was very aroused. "That was eight, Pet. Should I continue or save them for the morning?"

Kristen was so confused. Her ass was on fire and all she could think about was how much she wanted him to thrust his cock deep inside her and fuck her. She was soaked. Even though tears were falling from her eyes, she wanted to get this over with and move on to the point when he would let her cum again. Waiting to receive the other eight until morning would only make her anxious all night. "I-I'll take them now, Sir, please."

"Very well, I'll make them quick."

The next ones were harder than before and although she was crying from the pain, she was also panting and getting wetter by the second from the heat which followed. When the last spank had been delivered, she breathed a sigh of relief. He let her rest as he caressed her tender skin. After her breathing was back under control and her tears were no longer falling he helped her up and she knelt next to him on the bed, not wanting to sit yet.

Devon brushed her damp hair from her face. "I'm proud of you, Pet. You did very well for your first spanking. Now the reasons for your punishment have been erased and we can move on to more enjoyable activities. I believe you asked me to teach you something."

Her tear-stained cheeks creased when she smiled at him. "I did, Sir. I asked you to teach me how to give you a blowjob."

He shifted his hips so he was reclining a little bit and shoved the elastic waistband of his sweatpants down over his aching cock. "I'll be more than happy to, Pet. Scoot down on the bed and pull my pants off the rest of the way." After she removed his clothes, he spread his legs to give her room. "On your knees between my legs, Pet. I want to see your red ass up in the air while you pleasure me. Get comfortable."

When she was in position, he fisted his cock hard and pointed it toward the ceiling. A drop of pre-cum oozed from its slit. "Lick it." He watched as she leaned forward and extended her tongue out to swipe the head. She savored his taste before licking him again and then again. Her inexperience was obvious but rather than turning him off, it made him harder. "Take your hand and wrap it around me." He removed his own hand as hers took its place. "Tighter, Pet. Aaaahh, yeah. Like that. Now take the head between your lips while pumping your hand up and down, slowly."

Shit! Her innocence would be the death of him. "That's it. Now take me into your mouth as far as you can. Watch your teeth." She took him in and out of her mouth, a little further in each time, her confidence growing with each pass. "Use your tongue on the way out. Fuck! You're a natural at this, babe. I'm not sure I'll last long."

Without being told she increased her pace and his eyes rolled back into his head. "Take your other hand and roll my balls in it, gently." He fisted his hand in her hair and thrust his hips up sending his dick to the back of her throat. She gagged, and then instinctively began to breathe through her nose. Without a doubt the woman was going to kill him with bliss.

"Pet, I'm not going to last much longer. No matter what, I promise I'll get my cock in your sweet pussy tonight, but if you don't want me to cum down your throat, you better tell me now."

Refusing to stop, she tightened her grip on his shaft and balls and sucked him harder and faster. It was all the encouragement he needed and he roared as he came deep in her mouth. He felt her swallow several times and the movement of her throat extended his orgasm, forcing a long groan from his mouth. Despite his release, he was still hard. Reaching down, he surprised her by grabbing her under her arms and pulling her up until she was straddling his hips. He leaned over and grabbed one of the condoms he'd placed on the nightstand when he changed his pants earlier. She lifted up on her knees and he rolled it on before lining his cock up with her opening. As soon as his head was inside her she lowered herself all the way down onto him. She was so tight but her wetness eased his entry. He grabbed her hips and began to rock them up and down in time to his own. "Oh God, sweetheart. You feel so fucking good."

Kristen couldn't believe another orgasm was building up inside her. Never in her life had she known sex could be so incredible. This was what women bragged about and what she wrote in her books. She clenched around him and he groaned, so she did it again. His finger found her clit and when he pressed down, she screamed as waves of ecstasy flowed through her. Before she knew what was happening, Devon flipped them so he was now on top of her and he began to pump his hips feverishly. Holy crap! There was no way she could cum again. But he proved her wrong and this time she took him with her and as one, they flew over the edge.

Devon sat in his office waiting for 'Boomer' Michaelson to join him. The youngest member of the team had sent him a text telling him he was running about ten minutes late due to a flat tire on his jeep. There were files and paperwork on his desk which needed attention but Devon's mind was on the brunette who he woke up next to this morning. He couldn't remember the last time he spent an entire night in bed with a woman but it had been many years. Thinking back, it must've been while he'd been in the Navy and not in his own bed but one in a hotel. No other woman aside from Jenn, his mother, Aunt Marsha and the interior decorator had ever been in his apartment here in the complex. All his sexual encounters occurred at the club–until last night.

He'd awoken to Kristen's seductive hand grazing across his chest and abdomen before she began to explore lower. Instead of letting her know he was awake, he kept his eyes shut for a few moments enjoying her touch. She'd been about to wrap her soft hand around his hard dick when he surprised her by flipping her over to her stomach, grabbing a condom and sliding into her from behind. It had been quick and carnal and somehow not satisfying enough because he took her again a few minutes later in the shower, taking his time to soap up and touch every inch of her luscious body before making her scream at the top of her lungs. He wondered if Ian heard her in his own apartment below despite the soundproofing they'd installed in the walls and ceilings of the units. In one night and early morning he'd given her eight or nine orgasms–he'd lost count at some point–and found his own release four times, and yet he wished she was here in his office so he could fuck her silly on his desk. Kristen may be a lot of things but frigid was not one of them.

He couldn't get enough of his Ninja-girl librarian. The woman had so many different layers to her and he didn't think he would ever discover them all if he tried for the rest of his life. For some strange reason he couldn't explain, he hadn't removed her submissive collar after he'd dropped her off at her car this morning. He noticed she touched it often as if it grounded her and the thought pleased him more than it should.

She'd been so eager and responsive last night, it blew his mind. He couldn't remember a time when a woman's innocence had turned him on the way Kristen's did. He also couldn't recall ever being so at ease with a woman he had sex with. After she left The Covenant yesterday afternoon, he'd looked through her background check Marco had done several days earlier. He'd been surprised to see she hadn't sought alimony during her divorce even though her ass-monkey ex, Tom Rydell, made a good living as a stock broker and the goat-fucker would've deserved it if she had. Most women would've taken their revenge against a cheating husband out on his bank account. Kristen hadn't. In addition to being a Beta-reader herself for other authors, her own books earned her decent money and it's what she was able to live off of in comfort. She was making her own way in the world and was proud of it.

Devon had never found a woman to be so enticing beyond a basic sexual attraction and despite his thoughts, or maybe because of them, he couldn't wait to see her again tonight. They'd made plans for a late dinner at his place and even later dessert since he would be working until around seven. He would have to retrieve his toy bag from his locker at the club because he knew what her next lesson was going to involve.

He heard a knock on his door and lifted his head to see Boomer walk in and sit down in one of the leather chairs on the other side of his desk. "Hey Devil Dog, sorry I'm late. I must've run over a nail last night. Damn tire was flatter than a piece of road-kill this morning."

Glancing at the small clock inside a brass anchor which sat on his desk, Devon noted the time. "No problem, man. Shit happens. We still have a few minutes before we have to leave for the airport to meet up with King Rajeemh and his lovely offspring."

He'd said the last three words with sarcasm and an eye roll. King Rajeemh was the ruler of the small North African country of Timasur, near Mali. The man owned several homes around the world but the nearby gulf-front Clearwater Beach mansion was one of his favorites. He and his family visited several times a year and used Trident Security to assist his personal bodyguards while they were there. For royalty, the king was a laid-back man and kind to anyone in his employ as long as they didn't insult or betray him. His son, Prince Raji, the heir to the throne, was exactly like him. But his daughter, Princess Tahira, however, was a completely different story.

The exotically beautiful twenty-three year old was a spoiled brat, plain and simple. She treated her minions as if they were bugs on the bottom of her shoe–unless she wanted something from them. She also had a thing for American men and had unsuccessfully propositioned every man at Trident along with the contract employees the company used when they needed extra man-power. And damn, could she pout and get revenge when she didn't get what she wanted.

Last time she was in Florida, it was Brody who she'd blatantly hit on when her father's back was turned. After Brody shot her down for the third time one morning, she proceeded to drag him and the rest of her security detail to every shoe store within a fifty mile radius and spent five hours trying on every single pair she liked–not once, not twice but three times, asking the former SEAL his opinion on each pair, as if Brody knew the difference between a pump and kitten heel. Devon didn't know the difference either but later the same night, Brody had gone on a half hour rampage bitching about the little princess and her fetish, so they'd all gotten an unwanted lesson on women's shoes. They'd finally begged Shelby to scene with him to shut him up, not that the sub minded.

"Why am I stuck on this assignment again?" Boomer had been complaining for the past two days since they found out the royal party was making a last minute change in their itinerary after a visit to New York where King Rajeemh had been attending a conference at the U.N.

"Because it's your turn in the princess rotation."

"And why is it you and Ian are not in the rotation again?"

Devon smirked, "Because we sign your paychecks, ass-hat."

The younger man frowned. "I knew there was some fucked-up bullshit reason. Can you just shoot me now and put me out of my impending misery? You know how much I hate shopping unless it's for a new gun or toy for the club." Devon chuckled before Boomer's frown turned into an evil grin as if a thought had suddenly occurred to him.

"So, speaking of the club..." Uh-oh. "Tell me about this..." He snapped his fingers a few times. "Um, what did Egghead call it? Oh yeah...a date. That's it. Tell me about this date you went on last night. I heard she was smokin' and kicked some serious ass in the locker room." Boomer had apparently shown up at The Covenant after Devon had dragged Kristen out of there.

"You went on a date?"

Both men's eyes whipped to the open office door and saw Paula Leighton standing there and Boomer turned back around so the woman couldn't see him and mouthed the word 'sorry.' The thirty year old office manager had been working for them for the last three months after Mrs. Kemple retired to be closer to her newborn triplet grandchildren in Miami. The older woman had worked for them since the beginning of Trident and was a surrogate mother of sorts to all of them. She'd been a godsend when Jenn first came to live with Ian, giving the younger girl an understanding and sympathetic female shoulder to lean on and taking her shopping for things she would need for her college dorm room. They'd thrown Mrs. Kemple a big party at a local restaurant and given her a handsome severance check when she left them after training Paula and the gray-haired woman was deeply missed.

Efficiency wasn't Paula's problem. The problem was she was overly nosy about their personal lives and tried to insert herself into them. She also made it not-so-subtly known she wouldn't mind going out with any of the men she saw every day in the office, but it appeared her hopes hung on Marco. In a way, Devon felt sorry for her because she tried too hard to fit in and as a result it made it much more apparent that she didn't. The men tried to be subtle yet let her know they weren't interested in her other than as the woman who ran their office. Even if any of them were attracted to her, none of them were stupid enough to get involved with a company employee. If things didn't change, Devon would have to have a talk with Ian about letting her go and looking for a replacement. He didn't want to answer her prying question and posed one of his own. "Paula, what are you doing here on a Saturday?" It was a testament to where his mind had been earlier when he realized he never heard the alert on his phone which sounded when the interior gate was opened, not only when Boomer drove up but also when Paula had arrived.

The woman waved her hand as if her unexpected presence was no big deal. "Oh, I forgot my wallet in my desk yesterday after I paid some bills during lunch so I swung by to pick it up. I was going to use the restroom before I left. So, who did you go out with last night?"

Standing, Devon picked up his shoulder holster and put it on before placing his SIG Sauer 9mm semi-automatic in it.

"No one you would know." His response was vague on purpose. He grabbed his keys and cell phone off his desk before retrieving the light-weight sports coat, which would conceal his weapon in public, from where it was lying over the arm of his couch a short distance away. They didn't need to leave for another ten minutes or so but he didn't want to give Paula a chance to ask any more questions. "Come on, Boomer. Don't want to keep the princess waiting." Passing the woman on his way out he added, "Have a nice weekend Paula."

* * *

"Okay, sweet cheeks, lunch orders are in, mimosas are at hand. Start dishing the dirt."

Kristen rolled her eyes at Will and realized she was playing with the leather collar which was still around her neck. She forgot to take it off this morning and didn't want to now. Devon hadn't told her to take it off and it didn't feel right to do so without his permission. "I have no idea what you're talking about.

"Don't be coy, Kristen, or I'll have Roxy spank your ass."

They all snorted and giggled at Kayla's comment and Roxy added, "I don't know, honey, I think she might like it too much." The four of them laughed even harder, drawing a few stares from the Saturday brunch crowd at The Gallery. The place was a combination art gallery-restaurant the others introduced her to which served great food and displayed paintings from local artists on the walls which were for sale. Some of the painters showed a lot of talent and every time they'd gone there to eat, sold paintings had been replaced by new ones. There was one painting which caught Kristen's eye when they'd first sat down and after taking a better look at it, she realized it was similar to the art in the lobby of The Covenant and she wondered if they'd been done by the same artist. She'd have to ask Devon tonight over dinner.

Kristen looked at her friends and cousin, and was grateful for her new life in Florida. Two months after they got married, Tom had transferred to the New York City office of his company so they'd moved to New Jersey, across the Hudson River from Manhattan. At first, she'd been happy to follow her new husband anywhere, but it wasn’t long before she became lonely. Her best friend from high school, who'd also been her maid of honor, had made a permanent move to Arizona after graduating from ASU and Kristen's friends from high school and college were scattered all over the states with new careers and new families. Her parents and step-parents had their own jobs and lives to keep them busy. Most of their neighbors in Ridgewood, New Jersey had been two-income families who worked Monday to Friday nine-to-five or later so she hadn't bonded with any of them past the point of generic conversations. She'd thrown herself into her writing and her human contact soon consisted of only her husband when he was home, her family and best friend over the phone and her editor and Beta-readers online, with a few get-togethers with Tom's associates thrown in for good measure.

Now she had face to face friends again and it felt wonderful. "Okay, what do you want to hear about first? Dinner, the club or after?"

Roxy called out "the club" while the other two demanded she tell them about "after."

She giggled and took another sip. "I'll tell you what–it's easier to go through everything in order." Her table mates groaned before she lowered her voice as to not be overheard by other patrons. "Okay, I'll do this part quick. I was thirteen minutes late meeting him and he promised to spank me for each minute I was late. Dinner was great. I had the veal piccata and he had the steak pizzaiola. Good conversation, no turn-offs, lots of turn-ons, one minor faux pas on my part where it sounded like I was asking him his financial status. He didn't seem to mind. Lots of flirting and he fed me a bite of his dinner. I let him drive me over to the club in his car. Nervous chit-chat and we arrived safely."

Her companions laughed at her rushed, stunted recap of the first part of her date. She took a dramatic breath and then a sip of her champagne with orange juice. "Okay, moving on to the good stuff. When we got to the club, he opened my car door for me like a perfect gentleman and then kissed me senseless. And yes, the man can kiss."

She paused as the waitress dropped off their bruschetta appetizer. "The club was absolutely amazing. It looks so different at night with the mood lighting and all."

Roxy spoke up, "And I'm sure having a bunch of nearly naked people walking around had something to do with the different atmosphere."

Kristen winced then nodded because that part had been awkward. "Yeah, it freaked me out at first. I was being introduced to all these people, some with all their private parts showing and I didn't know where to look."