Hands on Justice [The Service Club 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) (6 page)

Cade leaned closer. “Just as it is implied and understood among the women that they will obey their men at all costs or they will be punished.”

Heat sliced through Justice’s slit, her ass cheeks tingling as she thought of the punishments Cade and Grant might deliver for her disobedience. “Are the women punished at the meetings?”

“Sometimes.” Cade dug his fork into his stuffed potato, pausing before he took the bite. “But not always. More often than not, the men choose to do that in private, especially if they know their woman prefers an audience. It’s not really punishment if she enjoys it, now is it?”

Justice swallowed hard and lowered her gaze to her plate. She cut into her steak, unable to look at either of them as she struggled to push her demonic thoughts back in their cage. “How often does the club meet?”

“There isn’t a regular schedule,” Grant answered. “We used to get together most weekends and those of us who can still do. Some work twenty-four on and forty-eight off. Others are out of the country for extended periods of time. Very few of us, if any, have a nine-to-five job. With our varying schedules, it’s rare that everybody shows up at the same time.”

“How many men are in the club?”

Cade chuckled. “Hell, we don’t have a clue. I’d say it’s a safe bet to assume one out of every four or five men you know in this area with a job like ours is involved.”

Justice froze in mid-chew. “Seriously?” Could there really be that many men in Horn Hill secretly, or damn near secretly, living the BDSM lifestyle?

“You look surprised, darlin’.” Amusement laced Cade’s voice.

“That would be because I’m shocked.”

“Our lifestyle isn’t something we publicize,” Grant told her. “Our careers put us in the public eye enough.”

“Which is why you don’t publicize it because most people in town still view that kind of life as sinful.”

“Folks around here are getting more accepting. It’s not like Randy and Gavin hide their relationship with Georgia,” Cade pointed out. “Ben and Justin don’t hide their relationship with Marissa either. Then there’s the Rylon brothers and Mustang, and those are just the couples in our generation.”

Justice thought about that, remembering Thomas Waverly’s mother and a handful of other older couples whose lives had thrown Miracle-Gro on the county grapevine through the years.

“There will always be people who snub their noses at the way we choose to live,” Grant said.

“Like Parker Ferrell.” Though her words were a statement to Grant’s comment, she looked at Cade, knowing about the friction between him and the county sheriff.

Cade put down his fork, and she was surprised to see he had polished off his steak and vegetables and nearly half his stuffed potato. She had barely eaten a fourth of her own food. Not that it didn’t taste divine. It simply wasn’t what her taste buds had in mind.

Cade stretched an arm along the back of the booth behind her. “Ferrell’s problem is he has designs on something I have.”

“And that would be?”

Sheer confidence and power pumped off of Cade as he gazed at her, his eyes twinkling. “You.”

* * * *

Cade waited for her to argue, immensely pleased when she didn’t utter a sound. She stared at him, her gaze dancing over his face, emotions and insecurities mixing an almost unreadable concoction in their blue depths. He flicked a glance at her plate.

“You didn’t eat much, darlin’.”

“I’m not hungry.”

No, she was on edge, attempting to resist even as she surrendered. He and Grant had planned it this way, giving her subtle pushes one minute and backing off the next until they sensed she was ready for a harder shove.

Cade studied her, noting the breathiness in those three little words, the fire raging in her eyes, the scent of her arousal that drifted from her pussy to taunt him. The steak on her plate wouldn’t do anything to curb her appetite, but he had another one that would.

“Yes, you are.” He pulled the tablecloth into his lap to cover his groin, unfastened his jeans, and freed his cock. “Slide under the table and eat what you really want.”

Justice blinked at him. Her attention darted around the nearly empty restaurant. He knew there were only four other tables occupied, each of them on the other side of the room. He also knew Austin Roscoe and Tyler Moses were sitting at one of those tables.

“Here? Now?” The tremble in her voice came from as much excitement as trepidation. Cade sensed that, saw it in her angelic face.

“Remember what I told you in the truck? Whatever we say, whatever we do, whatever we
tell you to do
is at our discretion. I’m telling you to get under the table and suck me off, darlin’.”

“What if someone sees me?”

Do you really care?
He knew deep down she didn’t. She simply hadn’t come to terms with letting that part of her free yet.

“No one can see anything beneath these tablecloths.” It was one of the reasons he had chosen this restaurant. “If anyone notices you’re gone, they’ll think you went to the ladies’ room.” Austin and Tyler would know better, but he decided to save that bit of information for later. “You can get me off quick or take as long as you want. I’ll leave that choice to you this time.”

Okay, so that was probably playing too dirty. He knew how to prolong his ejaculations. He could keep her under that table with that sexy-as-sin mouth wrapped around his ridged cock for hours.

Justice puffed out a hard breath and shook her head. “I can’t believe I’m doing this,” she whispered and slithered beneath the table.

Cade started to grin as he met Grant’s approving gaze. His lips tightened and he found himself struggling to breathe as her slender fingers fisted his pulsing shaft. She flicked the tip of her satiny tongue over his engorged cockhead and dipped it into the slit. It took every ounce of control he possessed to keep his hips planted on the seat of the booth.

Her grip tightened on the base of his shaft as her lips closed around the crest of his cock and every shred of his focus plummeted to his dick. She dragged her tongue beneath his foreskin before following the pulsing vein in the underside of his cock as she swallowed his length.

He felt her pause, the only part of his shaft not inside her mouth still fisted in her tight little hand. Then she released that hand and took the rest, easing his length deeper into her mouth until it slid down her throat.

Holy mother of blow jobs!
He didn’t want to know where the woman learned to suck dick. He balled his hands into fists, fighting like hell to keep a straight face as her head slowly started to bob. The suction she created with her mouth increased as she pulled back, her teeth lightly grazing his shaft as she swallowed his length once more, and his balls drew up painfully in their sac.

She kept to that same maddening tempo, drawing on his cock, consuming every inch, feasting on his entire length with a skill that buried his sanity. The pressure in his balls spread, tingling through his shaft, putting him on the edge of begging her to increase her pace. If he’d had her alone, he would’ve forced her to go faster, to fuck him with her mouth. Instead, he battled the urge, knowing he had made his first mistake with this woman by allowing her this bit of control.

No woman had brought him this close to coming so quickly since he was frigging fifteen. More, once he had learned to direct his ejaculations, no woman had ever broken his concentration. No woman had ever taken that control from him.

Justice did. Her wicked lips and vixen mouth injected him with a narcotic that seized command of his mind, his body, his very soul, and he found himself powerless to stop it. The tingling in his shaft morphed to a pulsating sensation he couldn’t have stopped if he had wanted to. The ejaculation tore through him, spewed out of him, and he barely managed to cut off the growl that rumbled in his throat.

* * * *

Justice smiled around Cade’s cock as his hot juices filled her mouth. She swallowed, loving the salty-sweet taste of his cum as it slid thickly down her throat. It surprised her that it happened so quickly. He might have given her permission to make him come as quickly or as slowly as she wanted, but she had fully expected him to draw it out anyway. She wanted to believe he simply hadn’t been able to hold out any longer, that she had pleasured him to the point that he had lost control.

Yeah, right. Tough as nails, pure alpha cowboy and hard-nosed defender Cade Mason out of control?
The idea was almost laughable.

She wouldn’t have laughed even if they had been someplace alone because she hadn’t been done. She considered seeing if she could get his cock hard again as she cleaned the remainder of his cum from his cockhead. Sucking him off had brought her to the edge of her own release. Her pussy burned, her clit so engorged it throbbed painfully. Thick juices slickened her inner thighs. She had been about to finger herself while she feasted on his cock when she had tasted the first drops of his semen on her tongue.

Slowly, she eased back, letting Cade’s cock fall from between her lips, and opened eyes she hadn’t realized she had closed. She couldn’t see much in the darkness beneath the table, but as she turned her head and started to wiggle back where she would be able to slide into her spot in the booth once more, she spotted Grant’s lap. Her attention landed on the bulge in his slacks, and her smile widened.

She scooted on her knees, stifling a giggle when he jolted as she skimmed her palms over his thighs on a direct course for his zipper. He didn’t stop her as she freed the button of his slacks, slid the zipper down, and delved a hand inside.

Hmm, no briefs, boxers, or tighty-whities. Isn’t that interesting?

Of the two men, she would’ve expected Cade to be the one to prefer going commando, not Grant. Instead, Cade had worn tight-fitting boxer briefs with a flap over the groin he had used to slip his cock free for her feasting.

She curled her fingers around Grant’s shaft, stuck out her tongue, and licked his length from base to tip. She didn’t need her sense of sight to note the differences in the men’s cocks. Cade’s had been thick and an impressive length. Grant’s was a bit thinner, but at least two to three inches longer.

She gulped as she dragged the tip of her tongue over his engorged cockhead, wondering if she would be able to swallow every inch as she had done with Cade. Hunger rumbled in her belly, her mouth watering with the desire to try. She closed her lips around his girth and sank her head down, taking a deep breath as his shaft penetrated her mouth, pushed against the back of her throat, and tormented her gag reflexes.

Dammit, something I’ll have to work on.

Refusing to be disheartened, she tightened her lips around his shaft, sucking hard as she pulled back. She let his cock nearly fall from her lips before she caught it with her tongue, applying a pressure with her lips and the tip of her tongue to the sensitive flesh on the underside just beneath the foreskin. His cock jumped in her mouth, and she knew she had found his pleasure point, the one spot she could tease that would drive him straight over the edge.

She fixated on that most sensitive spot, gliding her tongue around it and then pressing the pad of her tongue against it as she worked his shaft with her fisted hand. She felt his legs start to quiver on either side of her body and increased her rhythm. Inspired to see just how much she could make him squirm, she reached between his legs with her free hand, found his balls still enclosed in his slacks, and palmed them. She rolled his balls in her hand, gliding her other hand up and down his shaft while she continued her pressured licks to his pleasure spot.

She could have sworn she heard him growl as hot spurts of semen jetted from his cockhead to fill her mouth, bathing her tongue and shooting down her throat. She waited until the spasms in his cock subsided, until she drank the last drop of his cum, before she eased back and scooted away.

“Is it safe to come up?” she asked, her voice barely an audible whisper to her own ears.

Cade heard her, though, and a chuckle laced his tone when he answered, “Maybe.”

A dart of alarm shot through her. “What do you mean, maybe?”

“No one is watching, if that’s what you want to know.”

She slithered up, imagining she looked like a cobra coming out of a jar, twisting as she reached the seat and settled herself once again between Cade and Grant. She blinked, the dim light of the candles and overhead bulbs a surprisingly bright contrast to the darkness beneath the table. Her gaze instantly swept the dining room. The waitress stood on the opposite side taking the order of a couple who had obviously just arrived. She noted another table that had been previously occupied was now empty. Everyone else appeared to be engrossed in conversation as they ate.

She took a deep breath, her nerves settling as she realized that no one had noticed her departure or the fact that she had now returned to the booth. Cade brought a hand to her face and dragged the pad of his thumb beneath her bottom lip.

“You missed a spot.” The deep, dark timbre to his voice sent whips of heat slashing through her already flaming pussy. He wiped his thumb on a napkin, his gaze steadily holding hers.

Justice licked her lips, tasting the salty-sweet remnants of Grant’s cum on her mouth. “Why did you say maybe?”