I yanked my tie off and tossed it onto the couch, a low growl sounding from my chest as I glared at the computer screen in front of me.
One of the girls at the club had just been reported dead. The dominant in the scene with her was currently in custody. According to witnesses, he had ignored her safe word when he tried introducing knife play. Gemma was supposed to have made it known that I explicitly banned knife play, but either she didn’t, or people weren’t getting the goddamn memo.
I wanted to fucking destroy something. Yet again, my fucking club was in the spotlight.
Snatching my phone from my desk, I called the guard that got information to Darren. He was on my payroll, playing a dangerous game with the government. But he was one of the most loyal men I’d ever known.
“Deek,” he rumbled when he answered.
“Need you to let Darren know he’s got a job,” I told him, looking at my watch. “Guy should be coming two days from now. I want the hit completed by midnight in three days’ time. I’ll pull the necessary strings to get him where Darren’s at. Adrian will send the info.”
“Clear,” he grunted.
I hung up the call and jerked back from my desk. Standing up, I logged out of my computer before I stormed out of the office, slamming the door behind me before I locked it.
I needed a session, and I really hoped Emmaline was up for it.
She was asleep when I walked into the room. I halted for a moment, running my eyes over her beautiful face. How the fuck did I get so lucky to be able to claim someone as magnificent as her?
Men like me didn’t deserve women like her, but fuck if I wouldn’t cherish her while I had her.
I moved towards the bed and gently lifted her from the mattress. Her eyelids slowly fluttered open. “James?” she huskily asked, the sound of her sleepy voice making my cock strain in my slacks for her. “What’s wrong?”
“I need a session,” I told her. “You up for that?”
She instantly nodded, her lips pressing to my jaw. I groaned, my fingers digging into her thigh and side. I carried her from our room and down the hall to my playroom. As soon as I set her on her feet, she made quick work of her clothes, tossing them into the hamper just as I had taught her. I was barely out of my slacks when she dropped to her knees on the floor in her submissive position, her eyes locked on me.
Fuck, she was such a good girl.
I took off the rest of my clothes and held my hand out for hers. “Up,” I ordered.
“Yes, sir.” She placed her hand in mine and rose from the floor. I led her over to the bed, but instead of having her lay on it, I grabbed her wrists and cuffed them in the leather cuffs already attached to the top railing of the bed. Her breath hitched in her throat, her skin flushing beneath my gaze.
“It’s going to be a hard session, little one. Are you sure your body is ready for this?” I asked her. “There’s no tenderness at your surgery site?”
“No, sir,” she answered. “I’m fine, sir,” she promised.
“What’s your safe word?” I asked her as I walked over to the dresser in the room and grabbed a blindfold, walking back over to her with it.
“Purple, sir.”
“What are you going to say if you begin to hurt or if you’ve reached your limit?” I asked her.
“Purple sir,” she breathlessly answered as I tied the blindfold around her head.
“Good girl.” I lightly kissed her, nipping at her bottom lip before I grabbed a vibrator and nudged her legs apart. “I want you fucking soaked for me before I slid inside of you,” I growled. I grabbed her hair, yanking her head back, exposing her neck. She moaned. I turned the vibrator on, brushing it over her nipples. She whimpered, her hands gripping the chains to her cuffs.
“You like that, don’t you?” I hummed as I brushed it over her other nipple.
“Sir,” she whined.
I nudged her legs further apart, watching as she winced when it put strain on her surgery wound since she had to stretch for her feet to still be on the floor. I quickly pushed her legs back together and grabbed a very low stool. “Just allow me to lead you,” I told her.
I lifted her up and placed her foot on the stool. I grabbed the other pair to the stool and did the same to her other foot. She breathed a sigh of relief. “Thank you, sir.”
I pressed a kiss to the side of her left breast in response. “This is meant to be pleasuring for you, too, little one,” I reminded her. “Don’t let me catch you hiding pain from me again. This is your only warning.”
“Yes, sir.”
I slid the vibrator over her clit. She cried out, her legs instinctively moving to close, but I growled out a warning. “I’ll spank your pretty ass red if you dare move your legs,” I warned her.
She whimpered, her chest rapidly rising and falling as I slowly rubbed the vibrator over and around her clit in slow circles. She was coming over and over, but I didn’t stop. I knew it overstimulated her, but I also knew that she could take it.
“S-sir,” she stuttered. “I can’t – oh, fuck,” she cried.
Not wanting to push her to the point that she felt she needed to use her safe word, I tossed the vibrator onto the bed and lifted her up, sliding deep inside of her with ease. I moaned, my fingers digging into the soft flesh of her thighs.
She was so fucking wet.
Those sexy ass sounds I loved so much fell from her lips once I was seated deep inside of her. Her walls were still pulsing from her last orgasm, and not wanting it to fade, I began to fuck her hard and fast, taking her body and claiming it as mine like a fucking savage – like a man possessed.
I needed this. I needed to be inside of her. I needed the stability this woman gave me.
“Sir, I can’t take anymore,” she panted. Her walls were constantly pulsing around my cock, never stopping, almost seeming to suck me inside of her. “Oh, God.” Her chest heaved, sweat trickling down from her hairline.
“Little bit longer, little one,” I rasped. “Take it like the good girl you are.”
A couple of minutes later, I finally came. I shouted her name, unable to pull out of her in time. Muttering a soft curse under my breath, I made a mental note to buy her a plan B pill. I knew she was on birth control, but I didn’t want to take any chances.