Capturing Callie (11 page)
Callie groaned and then spoke the words he’d been hoping to hear. “It feels delicious. I know it shouldn’t, that good girls don’t show everyone their privates, but it just feels so hot when I know you are controlling who sees me.”
He was sure he’d never had a submissive give him a more perfect answer, and what little blood had been left in his brain raced south to join the rest. He quickly maneuvered the floating frame into shallow water and pushed his cock deep in one thrust. He felt her rippling heat surround and squeeze him, and he worried the entire scene was going to end in a thirty-second pounding if he didn’t rein himself in quickly.
Deliberately distracting himself with accounting figures was helping, but her softly whispered pleas of need were quickly swamping his control. Pulling from her body in a slow withdrawal intended to let her feel every vein and ridge of his cock, he watched as her body involuntarily arched upward. God, she was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. Even without being able to see her eyes, he knew they were dilated with need and would be seeking his as she rose closer and closer to release.
Just as he knew she was reaching a point where she wouldn’t be able to call back the climax, he set a fast pace, fucking her with a desperation that was totally unfamiliar to him. “Come for me, Callie. Come now.” Her muscles tightened around him with an almost viselike grip, and her scream was immediate. He managed several more thrusts before he followed her over the edge of a canyon of release so deep he wasn’t sure he was going to be able to remain standing. Locking his knees and gripping the floating cross was the only thing that kept him from drowning in the pleasure and the sun-warmed, salty water of the bay. Whether or not she knew it, the beautiful pixie lying before him had just stolen his heart and soul.
* * * *
Walking up to the well-shrouded entrance of Club Isola, Callie was completely enchanted by the beautifully carved figures surrounding ornately decorated doors that were easily ten feet tall. She felt as if she were being led into some ancient mystical tomb. Grecian planters filled with trailing vines and small white flowers softened the look just enough to keep it from being overly intimidating. The dress Ian had given her to wear tonight reminded her of the sheers her mother used to hang over their windows when she’d been a child, except that the dress was a soft shade of violet that complemented her eyes and accented the light kiss of the sun her skin had gotten this afternoon on the beach. She loved the jeweled sandals he’d given her and was hesitant to relinquish them once they’d entered the reception area of the club.
A vibrant woman with skin the color of dark caramel and dancing dark eyes greeted them, and Callie felt herself immediately drawn to her. Ian had introduced her to Dee and explained that she and her husband, Mike, were among the few people that lived on the island full-time. Dee had assured her that she would personally watch over her new shoes, so she had slowly handed them over. She knew it was ridiculous to have become so attached to them, but it had been so long since she’d had anything new and pretty that it had seemed like she was having them snatched from her when she’d been told to hand them over.
Ian pulled her to the side and brushed her hair back over her shoulder and stared in to her eyes before asking, “Tell me what that was about, pet. I’ve never seen a sub so sad to hand over a pair of shoes. Help me understand what was going through your mind.” She could see that he was truly troubled by her reaction, and she hated knowing she was risking ruining their evening because she liked a pair of shoes.
She took a deep breath and decided that total honesty was her only option. “It’s just that…well, it’s been such a long time since I had anything new and they are so pretty and I really like them….and well, the last time I had a new pair of shoes, Chrissy decided she wanted them and I didn’t have enough backbone to say no.” She hated feeling like a whining child, but she knew he would have seen through anything other than the truth.
Ian’s expression softened, and his eyes didn’t reflect the pity she had dreaded seeing. Instead, all she saw was compassion. “Your honesty pleases me very much, pet. And while it saddens me that you have waited so long for pretty things, it humbles me to know I’ve provided you with something you like enough that you are concerned about losing it. The fact is, most of the women I meet, both here and in my various business associations, are spoiled beyond belief. So knowing that you find satisfaction in a small gift speaks very highly about who you are. Thank you for letting me see that very important piece of you.” His words sent warmth clear to her soul, and she found herself leaning her cheek into his palm, losing herself in the pleasure of knowing she’d pleased him.
Entering the main lounge area of the club, Callie was amazed at how enormous the room was. It was in fact a large natural stone cavern, and the glow of the wall lighting highlighted the layers of vibrant color lacing the stone walls. The bar at the left reminded her of the ones she’d seen in old movies, all dark wood and sparkling glasses hanging from overhead racks. The dark-skinned man behind the bar was huge. He had to stand at least six and a half feet tall, and his chest was massive. The leather vest he wore drew attention to arms that rippled with muscles, and she wondered for just a moment if his enormous hands could wrap themselves completely around a basketball. As she and Ian approached, the man looked up, and she felt herself freeze in place. She’d have had to live on another planet to not recognize the face looking at her as if she were something to snack on. Mike Tate had been a star in the NFL for years, and his decision to retire had stunned the sports world.
Ian had gently tugged her hand and leaned toward her and said, “He’s big, but he’s really a teddy bear, although Dee might swear otherwise on occasion. Come along, I want to introduce you.” When they’d gotten close to the bar, Ian had lifted her and set her very bare ass on the barstool and smiled at her quick gasp when the cool leather met her warm skin. He leaned forward and kissed the end of her nose then smiled. “I love hearing that startled gasp as you become aware your warm little pussy is bared for your Master.” Then he turned to the man who stood watching their interaction. “Mike, I’d like you to meet Callie Reece, Callie this is Mike Tate, humbly known as Dee’s loving husband and Dom.”
Mike Tate reached forward when she extended her hand, and she watched as his swamped hers. “It is a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Tate. And while I am sure claiming Dee as your own is a worthy accomplishment, I assure you, I’m well aware that it is not your only claim to fame. And I will take great pleasure in letting my fellow Monday night football friends know I’ve gotten to meet you in person.”
Ian was staring at her with something between shock and awe, and Mike Tate leaned his head back and roared in laughter. “Well, Nixie, I don’t believe I have ever seen the boss speechless before.” The man patted Ian on the shoulder with the bear paw at the end of his arm and said, “It’s okay, boss-man, it’s always the ones you least expect.”
Callie knew she wasn’t supposed to speak without permission, but she couldn’t stop the words. “You called me a water sprite, why?” And now the big man was a speechless as Ian had been a moment earlier.
“Holy shit, Ian—she’s a natural sub, beautiful, a football fan, and knows her mythical literature. Christ, man, you’d better marry her quick—she’s fucking perfect. And I called you a water sprite because I was on perimeter this afternoon, which means I check all the beaches on the island.” He waited for a few beats until he saw realization in her eyes and then he laughed again. “You are beautiful, sweetness, so you should not be embarrassed that your Master was sharing a glimpse of that beauty with those of us who happened to be lucky enough to wander close.” Then turning to Ian, he added, “And, boss-man, it looks like your latest invention is a resounding success. Better get the patents going on that ASAP.” With that, he turned to his other customers and left Callie staring after him.
Ian swiveled her stool so she was turned to face him, and she was relieved that he was smiling. “Well, my pet, it seems you have made quite an impression on yet another of my friends. I must say, it is easy to see why your coworkers speak so highly of you. I’ve also read your internship reports, and I’d like to talk with you about those in the next few days. But for now, let’s take a walk around and see what you think of Club Isola.”
Walking through the main areas of Club Isola reminded Callie just how
in over her head
she really was. Ian drew people like a magnet, and it was easy to see how respected he was among the club’s members. And Callie was particularly aware of how amazing he was. When she’d walked down the stairs this evening and seen him waiting for her at the bottom, she’d felt a myriad of desire, longing, and lust. His black slacks, shirt, and shoes were both sophisticated and powerful without being overstated. He appeared both professional and dominant, not to mention truly drool-worthy.
As they walked through the room, Ian greeted everyone and introduced her to many of the most prominent figures in and around Washington’s political scene. Suddenly it made perfect sense that her boss would be working for Senator Westmore. She didn’t doubt for a minute that the senator would like nothing more than to know exactly who the patrons of Club Isola were. He’d be able to leverage the information against them, it was common knowledge that information was power and in the wrong hands it was lethal.
She watched as people seemed to gravitate toward Ian and how he easily brought out the best in the people he interacted with. It utterly charmed her to see how well liked he was. The uncollared subs were all vying for his attention, and she sensed his attention had just painted a very large target on her back. For just a second, she wondered if any of them would report her whereabouts to Senator Westmore. And would the good senator be able to buy Ian off as he had everyone else she’d ever gotten close to? Callie had no idea what she had done that brought Ian’s full attention to her, but he stopped suddenly and faced her. Tipping her chin up so that he could look directly into her eyes, he asked, “What was that thought,
Carlin
?”
“Oh…nothing of any significance, really. You have an amazing club, you know? How you managed to incorporate elegance, and the natural feeling of a cave is pure genius.” She started to squirm when he didn’t respond, but continued to just watch her. She knew she hadn’t answered honestly, but she was so tired of being afraid, and she wanted to just enjoy the evening. She only had a month with Ian, and she didn’t want to waste any of that time thinking about what she had to return to in just a few weeks. Her hope that lying low until Grant Westmore’s career was secure would be enough to remove the target was probably pure folly, but it was really the only sliver of hope she had left.
* * * *
Ian had always been keenly attuned to any submissive he was training, but his connection to Callie was particularly powerful. He’d felt the anxiety wash through her as if it had been ice moving through her entire body. He knew she was trying to hide it and just enjoy her evening, and while he appreciated the effort on one level, as her Dom he had no intention of letting her conceal something that was obviously so troubling.
He hadn’t done a demonstration in the club in months for several reasons. As the owner of Club Isola, the pressure on him and the sub he used was always tremendous. And everything else in the club tended to come to a complete standstill because everyone crowded around to watch. He turned to Jace and simply nodded. Watching as Callie’s eyes became worried and watchful, he leaned forward and kissed her on the forehead before saying, “Come,” and then grasping her tiny hand, he led her to the small stage.
He left her standing at the bottom of the stairs and moved to speak with Jace before returning for her. He wanted Jace to alert the rest of the security team that he wanted them watching the crowd, not the scene. His internal alarms were blaring that there was someone among tonight’s players who would be forwarding information to Senator Westmore. All electronic equipment was banned from inside the club, but it wasn’t inconceivable that someone would try to take a picture to send later. The rules of membership clearly stated that you were immediately banned for life if it became known that you had used any type of device while inside the club. But if anyone was caught trying to take a picture of Callie, he’d personally see to it that being banned from the most exclusive BDSM club on the east coast was the least of their worries.
He had planned to do a small demonstration tonight, but Callie had given him the perfect reason to step things up a bit. Returning to his very nervous sub, Ian lightly touched her check before speaking. “I had already planned to do a scene with you tonight, it isn’t something I do often, and you’ll quickly see why that is. But our focus is now changed a bit. I’m going to put on a mic so that I can also use this as a teaching tool because there are several new Doms here tonight. But remember, I will always protect your privacy and when the time comes, I’ll switch it off, because what you have to say belongs only to me.”
What Ian hadn’t told her was that it was the sadness he’d seen linger in her expression after he’d asked about her thoughts that had caused him to change the focus of his scene. Everyone in her life had betrayed her—well, everyone save one family in Kansas, so it was easy to see why trust was such an issue for her. He could have punished her for not answering honestly, but that wouldn’t have done anything to promote the trust he’d been talking to her about all day. Ian clipped the small mic to his shirt but didn’t activate it. “Are you ready, pet?”