Capturing Callie (21 page)

Immediately she felt Gage move his fingers all around her clit, and she groaned an unintelligible sound of appreciation at the tiny electrical pulses that felt like they were trying to travel from one part of her body to the other but weren’t quite able to make the connection. She felt him pull the hood back and knew that her clit must be completely exposed to his view. “Beautiful, Callie. Your clit is all shiny and swollen, and it’s just begging for my attention. Take a deep breath for me, darlin’. Good girl—now another. There you go, perfect.”

Immediately she felt like he’d set her clit on fire. She screamed and thrashed her head back and forth. She heard a woman shouting, “No, no, it’s too much…Oh Heavenly God save me.” And she was grateful her mind caught up with her mouth before she finished the thought because she’d been sure she was going to die a horrible death at the hands of these sexual deviants.

Logan was back up at her ear, whispering, “Breathe through it, Callie. Listen to me, you can do this. It is going to be sweeter than you can even imagine if you will just ride it through for a few more seconds. Aha, I can tell by your reactions you are starting to feel it, aren’t you? Tell me the truth, sugar. You’ve ridden the wave to the other side haven’t you?”

“Oh God, Master Logan, it hurt so much…and I…I would have given up if you hadn’t helped me…you helped me get here and it hurts so good. But I need…I…” She hadn’t even gotten to finish because he put his fingers against her lips.

“Oh, sweet subbie, we know exactly what you need, and if you will just let us, we’ll take you right to heaven’s door.” She could hear the strain in his voice and wondered why none of them had asked her to pleasure them. Maybe they didn’t really think she was all that desirable, they were probably just doing this as a favor for Ian. Oh damn and wasn’t that just about the most humiliating thing she’d ever experienced. Suddenly she was shaking all over, and she heard her own sobs a second before she felt another pair of hands alongside her face. And the blindfold was pushed aside, and all she could see was Ian’s worried face.

“Pet, what’s happened? Talk to me.” She heard the desperation in Ian’s voice, and she was suddenly mortified by her own insecurities and neediness.

“I’m sorry…so sorry. But I have to know…none of the men has asked me to…well, you know, give them any satisfaction, and well, do they think I’m not desirable or damaged or something? Because if they are only doing this as a favor to you, I swear I’ll die of humiliation.”

Ian smiled at her and leaned down to her ear. “Oh, my precious pet, I assure you each man in this room finds you very desirable. Hell, my little gift from God, I’m the envy of every man on this fucking island. All of us have had to leave the room at times because we were just too close to losing control. No, my sweet girl, no one fucks that lovely pussy but Jace or I. And this is a reward, remember? So you get to just sit back and enjoy. Now, are you all right to continue?” He’d smoothed the hair back from her face in loving sweeps of his fingers.

“Yes, Master. Thank you for your patience. I lo…um, I am lucky that you…well, I’m grateful. Thank you.” She’d come so close to screwing everything up and further humiliating herself by letting him know how much she cared for him. She couldn’t imagine how painful it was going to be to have to leave when he tired of her.

“Very good, pet. Now, play nice, sweet sub, because I have broken one of my own cardinal rules by interrupting another Dom’s scene—something I’m sure I’ll be hearing about for years to come.”

Before he could pull away, she said, “Thank you…thank you for being my knight in shining armor…Master.”

She saw his smile as he pulled the blindfold back over her eyes. And she heard his muttered “minx” before she knew he’d moved away simply because she felt the loss clear to her soul.

“Well, let’s get something cleared up right now, shall we?” She felt her right hand being released and then her wrist rotated so that her palm was facing away from her body. And then suddenly her hand was pressed up against a very hard cock covered by leather that actually felt hot to the touch. “That is what you have done to every man in the room tonight, sugar. Make no mistake about how desirable you are. Remember, we are rewarding you, and we’re big boys, we’ll actually survive. Contrary to what every teenage boy in the world has told his date, we won’t die from denying our release.” He quickly secured her hand again, and before he’d even finished, Gage had started moving through her folds again with a firm touch that let her know that their little chat was over.

“I’m tired of the chatter, sweetie. Time for some real playtime, relax every muscle in your delectable body and let’s race for the stars.” She knew she was quickly sliding right back into the headspace she’d been in, and there was no doubt it was because they had taken the time to calm her fears and her trust had notched up to a level she’d never dreamed she could experience. She did exactly what Gage had commanded and just gave herself over to them.

They had told her they were clipping the clit clamp’s chain to the one between her nipple clamps, and when Logan had told her to take a deep breath, she’d gasped as all three clamps tugged on each other. Her pussy had flooded with fresh syrup, and Gage had taken great pleasure in telling her how wonderful she tasted as he’d fucked her with his tongue. She was nearly delirious with the pleasures, and despite their demands that she hold back her release, she wasn’t sure how much longer she was going to be able to obey them. She was skating on a very fine edge and was so close to a point of no return she was panting like she’d run a marathon. “Oh, please, Master Logan, Master Gage…I can’t hold on much longer, it’s just too much…I don’t think I can do it.”

“You can and you will, focus, darling. Listen carefully to my instructions and do exactly as I tell you, can you do that for us, baby?” His soft tone didn’t fool her. His words weren’t a request by a long shot. Seemed the good ole boy act hid a much more demanding Dom than she had ever imagined.

“Yes, Sir, I’ll do exactly as you say…I, well, I want you all to be proud of me.” And then she added in a soft whisper she hoped none of them heard, “I don’t want to let my Master down, I love him.”

After Callie’s near meltdown, Ian had only stepped back a few inches. He’d been determined to monitor her every breath, so he’d been close enough to hear her words. Even though he’d been sure those were the words she had held back just a few minutes before, he was still stunned at her admission. And he was even more stunned by how pleased those few words made him. Christ, he hadn’t even realized how much he loved her until he’d seen the absolute trust in her eyes as he’d talked her through the fear earlier. He knew the damage her mother had done would surface again from time to time, but under his hand she’d begin to heal. Jace was already more protective of her than a pissed-off mama grizzly bear. What he wouldn’t give to be a fly on the wall when Jace got to confront Chrissy Reece in a few days.

His friends had given him shit-eating grins when they’d heard Callie’s words, and when they’d removed all three clamps at the same time and commanded her to come, her ear-piercing scream had covered Kalen’s words behind him. “Don’t fuck this up, boss. She’s a keeper, and there’s a long line of men, including me, who would be happy to take your place.” The harshness of his words was tempered by the slap on back he gave Ian as he walked from the room.

He and Jace watched as Logan and Gage unstrapped Callie from the table and treated her nipples and tender clit with a cooling gel before they wrapped her in a soft subbie blanket and cuddled her for several minutes. Their soft words of praise were met with her sweet smile. Jace spoke up quietly, “She’s amazing, thank you for allowing me to be a part of this. Capturing Callie that night on the dock was just about the luckiest we’ve been in…fuck, forever. You don’t plan on letting her go, do you?”

“Never.” Ian hadn’t been able to take his eyes off her. She was so amazing he couldn’t believe he’d actually found a woman who could break through the stone wall he’d built around his heart all those years ago. “Let’s take our little beauty upstairs and show her how proud we are of her. She deserves our very best tonight.” Moving forward, Ian scooped the tiny bundle off Logan’s and Gage’s laps.

“Be good to her, she’s earned every good thing you can give her, boss.” Logan’s affection for her was obvious. After Logan had returned home after his final mission, he’d been in a very dark place emotionally, so seeing him connect with Callie had pleased him. Ian was close to all the men he employed on the small island. They’d become a community and a family of sorts—looking out for one another and spending holidays together. Ian hoped that this was the beginning of Logan’s healing.

Jace had preceded them to the master suite and had the large tub filling already when Ian carried Callie in and set her on her feet. “Let’s get you unwrapped and into a nice warm tub, pet. Master Jace and I are going to get you all relaxed before we move on to your last reward.” His heart nearly caught in his throat at the look of complete trust he saw reflected in her eyes.

“Do you need anything, sweetness? I brought you a bottle of water, but if you’re hungry I can have Inez bring you up a snack.” Jace was watching her with a careful eye, and Ian knew his friend was almost as protective of her as he was.

“No, but thank you so much for offering…I’ll be fine, and it’s late, I don’t want to be a bother to Inez.” Callie’s words amazed Ian, he had always been disgusted at the way the women he’d dated before had treated his sweet housekeeper. The few who had even acknowledged her had been disrespectful at best. Ian remembered his father always reminding him that you could know the true measure of someone’s character by watching the way they treated their employees and the waitstaff in restaurants.

Ian reached up and stroked her cheek. “You are very sweet to consider her feelings, pet. But she honestly won’t mind bringing you something if you are hungry. My guess is that she already has it prepared, because she knew some of our plans for tonight and she was concerned that you hadn’t eaten much at dinner.” He smiled as she automatically lowered her eyes as a pink blush washed over her sweet face.

“I was a bit nervous. And well…in that case, I would love to have a bit of a snack. Thank you.” Ian watched as Jace strode from the room, eating up the distance with his long stride. No doubt he’d be back in less than a minute. Ian smiled to himself. The man was huge, but deep down he was one of the biggest teddy bears Ian knew.

* * * *

After they bathed and pampered Callie, they moved her out onto the deck. The stars were shining brightly and the weather was unseasonably warm. They’d placed candles all around, and they were going to drink a glass or two of wine while their hungry sub ate her chocolate-covered strawberries. Ian leaned back and watched as she found such joy in the simple things around her. She swore the strawberries were the best she’d ever had and that the evening was beyond perfect. She’d noticed the soft whispers of the breeze through the flower-covered vines growing up the wall and the way the lights from the shore danced across the water. She’d told them the lights looked like tiny fairies dancing on a vast stage lit by moonlight. When Ian had looked over at Jace, it was obvious he was just as captivated by her observations.

“You know, pet, you would be very good at writing the advertising for Club Isola. I’m also hoping you are interested in accepting the position as project manager for the resort.” He saw her eyes go wide, and a moment later he was scrambling to refill her wine glass when she started choking. “Well, I have to say, that wasn’t exactly the reaction I was hoping for,
Carlin
.”

She looked up at him with tear-filled eyes, and he wasn’t sure if it was from her coughing fit or from emotion. “Are you sure? You’d really want me to help you get the resort up and running? What would I do after? Oh, it doesn’t really matter I guess since I’m pretty sure I’m already unemployed. Wow, I was hoping to have enough stuff left in my apartment to sell when I get back so I’d be able to get a bus ticket to my aunt and uncle’s place in Kansas. But this would be better, oh so much better. Where would I work? Do you have plans drawn up already? Could I rent a room in your basement or something? I promise I’d pay you as soon as I get a check, and I could help out around here if Inez needs help. I mean, she won’t want me to cook, I can promise you that, but I’m good at cleaning and organizing things. Do you think that—” She stopped in midquestion when both men burst out laughing. “What?” She tried to sound indignant rather than defensive, but she wasn’t sure she’d succeeded.

Jace was the first to recover enough to respond. “Holy shit, sweetness, I don’t think I’ve ever met another person who can ask as many questions without coming up for air as you can, well maybe Kat Lamont, but she’s the only one. It’s amazing, really. Now, stop for just a bit and let your Master tell you exactly what he wants. Can you do that for us, sweetheart?”

Ian had to smile at her stunned expression. He hadn’t really wanted to go into all of it this evening, but her poetic observations had opened a door he just hadn’t been able to walk away from. Her voice was soft and filled with appreciation. “Yes, Sir. Thank you for saving me from myself…again. You and Master Logan have your work cut out for you keeping me out of trouble, you know.”
No fucking doubt about it, sweet sub.

When Callie’s attention turned to him, he simply smiled at her for a few seconds, letting her settle a bit so she’d actually
hear
what he was telling her. “Callie, I do indeed want you to take the position of project manager for the resort. The plans are drawn up already, but I would be open to reviewing them with you to see if you see anything that you feel needs to be changed. I also want you to review the advertising literature for Club Isola. The picture you just painted with your words was inspired, and I’d like to see the club’s advertising image go in that direction.” He stopped and just let her digest what he’d said so far. When she finally smiled, he knew she’d processed and was ready for more.