Part 4 (1/2)

”No Dom in this club will go after a collared sub,” Jack said. He'd worked here for years, and that rule had always been in place.

”She's not wearing a collar, at least not now.” Sally tapped her pen against her red lips. ”And there's something about her husband.”

”Yes,” Julian urged her on. He seemed very pleased with his little sub, as though she were figuring out a problem he already knew the answer to.

”I don't think he's a Dom.” She twirled her pen in her hand as she thought. ”He's playing at it, but if I had to guess, he's a sub, too.”

”Then he's an idiot.” Jack was done. ”If he walks into the dungeon with a gorgeous sub, he's going to lose her. The Doms here will sense weakness. h.e.l.l, the man already proved himself to be a dumba.s.s. He drives a motorcycle. That's a death trap. He lets his wife on that thing? He deserves to lose her. I'm going up to my room. I need to make a call.”

He stalked out of the office and into the waiting room. He was surprised to be a.s.saulted by boxes and sacks with the names of Dallas's most exclusive stores.

”I had them bring it up here,” Sally explained.

Julian stared at the bounty crowding out his waiting room. ”And why is all this not up in the Platinum Suite?”

Sally's smile was small and secretive. ”There's a aDo Not Disturb' sign on the door, sir.”

Julian laughed. ”Well, after giving her husband's credit card a good work-out, she should spend some time pleasing the man.”

Jack stared at the ridiculous indulgence around him. Who needed that many pairs of shoes? ”That man definitely isn't a Dom, Julian.

You're going to have trouble tonight. He has no control over his sub, if this is any indication. She's walking all over him.”

”She does seem to be making a statement, doesn't she?” Julian mused. ”Perhaps you could speak with him. You used to be excellent at teaching a Dom how to behave. He might just need a little advice 40 from someone who knows how to maintain control over his household.”

Jack nodded. This man obviously needed some help. ”Sure, if I have the time, I'll have a drink with him.”

”It's good to have your help, Jackson.” Julian's eyes look a little wistful. ”It's good to just see you again. We'll handle the Lucas Cameron situation.”

Jack nodded. He'd definitely handle it.

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Chapter Four.

Abby stared at herself critically in the bathroom mirror of the suite Sam had checked them into not an hour before. It was a ritual most women approaching forty performed on a regular basis. She snapped the front closure on her brand new La Perla bra and wished it had a little more support. It looked so beautiful in the shop. Sam's eyes had glazed over when he'd seen it. He'd s.n.a.t.c.hed up the emerald green bra and matching thong, saying it would look gorgeous against her fair skin. Now, she wasn't so sure. Her b.o.o.bs weren't what they used to be. She didn't even want to turn around and be confronted with the sight of her a.s.s in a thong.

It was hard getting old, she thought as she considered herself in the ornate mirror. The Club's suite was the most decadent room she'd ever been in. It came fully equipped for BDSM play with hooks in the ceiling and walls. The bathroom was bigger than most hotel rooms, and the mirror was something else. It took up one whole wall of the bathroom. Between the wall-sized mirror and the one over the sink, a woman could see herself from every angle. There was no getting away from it. She was going to be thirty-eight this year. She stared at the little lines around her eyes and thought about the strikingly beautiful woman who had shown them up to their suite. She'd been a lovely blonde and couldn't be older than twenty-five. Abby had a daughter approaching that age. Lexi was twenty-one. Though she hated herself for doing it, she'd watched Sam's reaction to Sally. She smiled. Abby doubted Sam would be able to pick her out of a crowd.

He'd paid very little attention to her despite her perfectly toned body.

Abby wondered if Jack had met the lovely Sally.

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”Now, see, I can feel your anxiety from the other room, gorgeous.” Sam came up behind her, and his hands curled around her shoulders.

She looked at the two of them in the full-length mirror. Sam was wearing jeans and a tight, white T-s.h.i.+rt that molded to his every muscle. He had a boy next door s.e.xiness about him that always got to her. Like Jack, he was five years younger than Abby. He hadn't even reached his prime, while she was on the other side of hers. It was one of the dirty little tricks Mother Nature played on the female of the species. Men got more attractive as they approached forty, and women just got older.

”Do I even want to know what you're thinking?” Sam let his hands find her curves. His mouth came down on her shoulder, dropping little kisses across her skin. Everywhere his mouth touched, she felt the skin come to life.

”Probably not.” He wouldn't understand. She didn't want to bring him down with her insecurities.

”Abigail,” Sam said, his voice going hard. ”Lean forward and press your hands against the mirror. Spread your legs.”

Abby looked at him. She wasn't offended by the change, merely curious. ”What are you playing at, Sam?”

He stepped back and gave her a dark look. His arms crossed his chest, and his sensual mouth became a flat line. ”I'm playing at being your Dom, and if you can't obey me, we won't be in that club tonight.

If you can't give me the same respect you give Jack, we might as well just have dinner in town and find a movie to watch. It isn't safe for you to go in there without protection.”

He was right about that. Abby leaned forward, pressing her hands against the cool gla.s.s of the mirror. Her curiosity about The Club grew every time Sam mentioned it. She figured she should be discouraged at Sam's words, but she just found herself more intrigued. She spread her legs wide. She knew what Sam wanted. It was something Jack enjoyed. Or used to, Abby thought, then let it

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drift out of her mind. She concentrated on finding her balance in the five-inch Jimmy Choos Sam had insisted she wear out of the store.

”That's more like it.” Sam's hands stroked along her thighs. ”I like this, Abby. I love how these shoes make your legs look a million miles long.” He gently snapped the back of her thong. ”And I love this little piece of string between the cheeks of your hot little a.s.s. It looks very s.e.xy on you.” He leaned over and placed a kiss on the small of her back. Because he was Sam, he couldn't just leave it there.

His tongue came out and traced a line just to the top of her a.s.s where her cheeks met.

Abby sighed as she felt the sweet stirrings of arousal. Her p.u.s.s.y was already soft and ripe. She needed this. She needed Sam. She moaned and pushed back against his hand when it cupped her p.u.s.s.y.

She stirred against him, wanting his fingers in her c.u.n.t. A sudden thought split through her growing need. ”Someone will be delivering those packages soon, Sam.” They'd gone a little crazy and bought far too much to cart back on the motorcycle. The stores hadn't minded s.h.i.+pping everything to Julian Lodge's building.

He got down on his knees in between her legs. Abby now saw why he was so insistent on the shoes. She was pet.i.te, but the shoes put her at the perfect height for his mouth to reach her p.u.s.s.y.