Capturing Callie (22 page)

“Now, as far as renting a room, absolutely not.” When he saw disappointed acceptance in her expressive eyes, he wanted to kick himself for the way he’d phrased his words. “Pet, I’m sorry, that was very poorly worded on my part. Please forgive me.” When she looked up in surprise, he added, “Don’t look so shocked, love. Doms are people and we make mistakes, too. And good Doms who love their subs admit them and ask for forgiveness just like any other
normal
person.” He smiled at her shy nod, and he knew the second she realized he’d just told her that he loved her because her eyes went as wide as saucers and she stopped breathing. “Pet, please take a breath before you pass out on me.” When she’d taken a couple of deep, gulping breaths, he heard Jace’s snort of laughter to their side.

“Very good, pet, now, back to the living arrangements—you won’t be sleeping anywhere but right next to me, my sweet
Carlin
. You belong to me just as I belong to you. Master Jace will be our third for as long as he wants to be. You will be much too busy working and pleasing me to have much time to help Inez, but I’m sure she will appreciate any help you are able to provide. Now, as to your belongings, everything that was in your apartment is in storage in the basement of my office complex in the city. Jace coordinated that effort the day after you arrived. We were concerned about you losing what we knew was important to you, and from the moment I set eyes on you, I knew you’d never return to that awful place.” He watched as tears swamped her eyes and slowly slipped over the lids to race toward her chin. “Don’t cry, my precious pet, you have brought joy back into my life and I honestly didn’t think I’d ever find it again. If you agree to belong to me, I’ll spend the rest of my life making you glad you did.”

He wasn’t sure what to expect when she stood up, and his heart nearly melted when she curled up on his lap like a soft, warm kitten wanting the physical contact and reassurance that she was loved. He wrapped his arms around her and just held her for long minutes, listening as she tried to hold in the tears that just wouldn’t stop falling. She finally spoke in a whisper-soft voice, “You have no idea how long I’ve waited for you. You were just a dream for so many years that I still can scarcely believe you are real. And to be held in your arms…well, I haven’t been hugged for years…and I’d longed for this comfort.” He was speechless. How had the people who were supposed to love this woman unconditionally let her down in so many ways? Looking at his friend, he could see he was also shaken by her confession.

Ian continued to hold her close for a few moments and then drew her back so that he could see her face. Using his thumbs to wipe away her tears, he said, “Pet, you are a gift straight from heaven. Tomorrow morning, we’re going into the city to get you a few things, clothing, your belongings and the like. But right now, Master Jace and I want to make sweet love to you—but in truth, watching this evening’s events has taken a toll and it may turn out that we fuck you into the mattress before the sweet lovemaking part.” He was relieved to hear her giggle, it sounded like his words had lightened her mood, just as he’d hoped they would. “Up you go, sweet subbie, let’s get you inside before you get chilled. Our plans are better served where you are warm and comfortable.” He gave her a small swat and heard her hiss as he reawakened the lingering sting from her earlier punishment. He knew from past experience, she’d likely have some heavy-duty bruises for several days, and he made a mental note to make sure he was in the dressing rooms with her tomorrow so that the snoopy sales ladies typically found in high-end boutiques would be forced to keep their distance. None of them needed that type of publicity.

Putting those thoughts aside, he whispered in her ear, “I am sure you have learned your lesson about not accepting your Master’s phone calls, haven’t you, pet? But just as a reminder.” He gave her another small pat and laughed at her yelp as she jumped right into Jace’s arms.
Perfect!

Sitting at the kitchen bar watching Inez banter with Jace, Ian sipped his coffee and thought back on last night and smiled to himself. He and Jace had spent hours taking Callie to heights of pleasure he was sure she’d not forget anytime soon. There are moments in time when everything seems in universal perfect alignment and serendipity is on your side—and last night had been one of those occasions. Sinking into her wet velvet had been part ecstasy and part torture. Holding on to his control as Jace worked himself into her sweet little ass had taken herculean effort. They had managed to bring her to the brink several times before they let her ride the wave of pleasure over the edge of control and she’d taken them right along with her.

They’d lain in bed and talked for so long that both he and Jace had been ready for round two, and despite her obvious exhaustion, she’d readily agreed to what turned out to be a marathon session where she had given him a blow job that had nearly blown the top off of his head as Jace had fucked her pussy. He’d been able to tell the instant Jace had found her sweet spot because she’d screamed around his cock, and the vibrations had made him come instantly. Damn, she might be a little bit of a woman, but she was everything he’d dreamt of and more.

He heard a shuffle outside the door and looked up just in time to see Callie step around the corner. She was wearing one of his shirts with only the middle two buttons buttoned just as he’d commanded her the first night they’d met. The meaning of her gesture wasn’t lost on him, her acceptance of her submission often stole his breath. He reached out a hand to her and was pleased when she showed no hesitation in moving into his arms. “You take my breath away, pet. Your sleepy expression and tousled curls make you look like the sex kitten you are.” As she settled onto his lap and curled into his arms, his heart swelled with joy.

After she’d eaten, Jace had begun questioning her about her familiarity with the small handgun he’d gotten for her. Ian had laughed at Jace’s shock that Callie not only knew how to fire the weapon, but that she’d also taken it completely apart and put it back together with remarkable ease. When they’d pressed, she’d finally admitted that her uncle had been worried about her when she’d first moved in with them and this was the same gun she’d first learned to shoot.

Callie had been thrilled with the bracelet he’d given her and impressed with its safety features. Ian was proud of the pretty device he and Mitch had worked so hard on. The bracelet Callie was wearing was similar to the ones that the wives at ShadowDance all wore, but with a couple of upgrades. It not only allowed him GPS access to her at all times, it also had audio capabilities. If she was ever in trouble, all she had to do was press a recessed stone and it would transmit an audio feed directly to his security control centers on the island and at his offices on the mainland.

He and Jace had laughed at her wide-eyed appraisal. “Oh, a ‘Secret Spy Walkie-Talkie’ in a beautiful package. Hot damn, I never got anything this cool out of Cracker Jacks. This rocks.” While he’d loved her enthusiasm, he hoped like hell she didn’t ever need the pretty little device.

Callie looked absolutely stunning in the feminine sundress Daph had sent over for her. They were taking the boat over, and Ian would drive them to their destinations while Jace went to the offices and retrieved her belongings so they could be taken back to the island. He’d left Kalen and Gage to monitor things on the island, and Logan was accompanying them on their shopping expedition. What Ian hadn’t told Callie was that prior to her starting work, he was planning to take her to Ireland for a couple of weeks. His company jet was standing by, and they’d be leaving as soon as Jace returned.

They weren’t on high alert because Grant Westmore was currently in the midst of his confirmation hearings, so everyone had been of the opinion his father would lie low, not wanting to risk any type of exposure or publicity until things were wrapped up. They were still taking precautions, and Ian couldn’t shake the feeling that he was missing something as they entered the first place Daph had recommended. The place looked like a security nightmare if you asked him, lots of nooks and crannies and dressing rooms clear at the back of the damned place. But Callie’s shriek of delight as they’d walked in had been enough to distract him. She’d looked at him with such wide-eyed wonder that for just a second he’d gotten a glimpse of what she must have looked like as a child and what their daughter would look like, and that thought brought him up short. He had never considered himself parent material, but suddenly the idea wasn’t nearly so foreign sounding.

“This is a beautiful store, Ian, and I appreciate you bringing me here, but honestly, there isn’t going to be anything here I can afford.” The sadness that had replaced the joy was soul deep, and he wondered if she’d ever been able to buy something she loved without having to worry about its cost.

“Pet, do you remember the rules of this relationship? Your well-being is my responsibility—and that includes buying you clothing and any other material goods that I’m inclined to purchase. And you are supposed to
please
me, and right now it would please me greatly if you would let me worry about the financial aspects of the things I might purchase for you.” He smiled at her and was rewarded with a pink blush that let him know she had understood exactly what other purchases he’d been thinking about. As the older sales clerk approached, he turned and explained the types of things he was interested in seeing Callie try on.

He’d stood at the door of the mirror-lined dressing room watching Callie try on dozens of different outfits, some he accepted, and others he rejected before she even put them on. He’s always had excellent taste in women’s clothing, and he was going to relish dressing his petite sub. His cock was rock hard, and his fingers itching to free her from the lacy thong and bra he’d reluctantly allowed her to wear this morning. He finally reached behind him and locked the door. The sound echoed in the small room, and he smiled when he saw her eyes widen. “Come to me, pet. I need to sink into your softness. Watching you get into and out of all this clothing has made me hard enough to pound nails.”

Callie didn’t hesitate to walk into his embrace, and he immediately crashed his lips over hers in a kiss that was pure need. She opened her lips immediately and plunged her tongue into his mouth, giving as good as she got. Reaching around her, he easily tore the thong from her body and tossed the remnants into the corner. “Lean back and let me get that offending garment off of you, it hides what belongs to me.” When she leaned back, he snapped the front clasp of her bra apart with a jerk, sending pieces of plastic scattering across the polished wooden floors.

While kissing her with a feeling of desperate urgency that he didn’t fully understand, he managed to free his raging cock. He lifted her effortlessly, and when she wrapped her legs around him, he thrust his hips up and plunged into her hot, silken depths. “Oh, my sweet pet, you were so hot and wet—so ready for my possession. You feel amazing.” After he managed to regain a small fraction of his control, he turned so that her bare back met the cool glass of the mirror. He slid her knees over his elbows and set a pounding pace. “Hang on, love, this is going to be hard and fast, and I want to take you with me. Come now, my love.” He crashed his mouth over hers and caught her scream of release, and within moments they were both breathless. When he pulled back and looked into her dazed eyes, he smiled. “I just might have to rethink my previous opinion of shopping. Let’s get ourselves together and get out of here. I think we’ve left Logan out front long enough—he probably has dates lined up through next Christmas. I’ll go make our purchases and arrange for them to be delivered. Come on out when you are ready.”

After righting his clothing, he made his way down the short hall and to the front of the small store. Just as he’d finished his business, his phone rang and he decided to take the call from Daphne and thank her for sending them to such a great dress shop. While he was talking with her, his phone vibrated several times with incoming calls, but he was discussing an upcoming contract and that deadline was looming, so he continued speaking with Daphne until he heard his ever-efficient administrative assistant speaking with someone to the side. “What do you mean Jace can’t get through, of course he can’t because I’m on the phone…What? Oh shit, why didn’t you say so. Ian, Callie is trouble in the dressing room.” That’s all he heard before the entire store erupted into utter chaos.

Ian had glanced toward the door just in time to see Logan pocket his phone and take off running toward the dressing rooms. The big man was mowing a wide path, sending garment racks and people tumbling out of his way. The sound of shattering glass filled the store and people began to panic. Many were trying to get to the front, and they were making it difficult to maneuver around them so both he and Logan could get down the narrow hall. Logan reached the door just as they heard a gunshot, and Ian was sure his heart had stopped.
No!

* * * *

The door reopened just seconds after Ian had left the dressing room, so Callie had been sure he’d forgotten something and hadn’t bothered to turn around before asking, “Did you forget something, Master?”

“Master? Oh shit, you are kinky
and
a slut? Now that’s rich, isn’t it? God, you are one royal pain in the ass.” Callie spun around to see Nanette Westmore standing across from her. While pretending to cover herself, Callie pressed the small button on the bracelet Ian had given her this morning. At the time she wasn’t really frightened because it was obvious the woman didn’t have a weapon, but he and Jace had insisted she should press the button anytime she was uncertain of her surroundings. And she sure as hell wasn’t pleased to find herself face-to-face with Senator Westmore’s wife.