Lucas: The Hunter Brothers Series (13 page)

CHAPTER 12

I
was visiting the club again. I had my ideas for the party, I’d had them for
days, but I was fascinated and I couldn’t help myself, drawn into the strange
and exciting world that Lucas Hunter occupied.
 
I had watched some scenes already, growing
increasingly used to the ideas that had seemed so alien only days ago.

The
people I had spoken to had been lovely, entertaining, welcoming and
normal
. I wasn’t sure what I expected,
but it hadn’t been what I’d got. Little by little my prejudices and judgements
were being stripped away, and I was discovering a whole new world where the
boundaries were different and the views were more open. It was intriguing and
intoxicating. Besides, I was actually getting paid to do this I smiled to
myself, moving to the back of a small crowd that had gathered at the edge of
one of the dungeon rooms, wondering what treat I’d be in for today.

 
My heart stopped dead at the powerful sight
unfolding in front of me. I knew I shouldn’t stay, it was voyeuristic in
entirely the wrong kind of way, but I couldn’t help myself. It was what I’d
thought about tirelessly and endlessly since I arrived, ducking down at the
back, trying to be as inconspicuous as I could.

I
was finding it difficult to blend in as the only woman who was fully clothed in
work attire, but I couldn’t walk away either. Every cell in my body was
screaming at me to stay put and watch this unfold.

There
was a girl with her back to the group, as naked as the day she was born, cuffed
to a cross on the wall, a long chestnut plait flowing down her back and a
beautifully bare-chested Lucas Hunter standing behind her, wielding a rather
large and menacing looking black flogger.

Her
skin was pale and I swallowed hard as he approached her, before he stepped back
and began his expert movements. I flinched at the sound of the first
connection, my gasp audible among the others gathered. Most were watching the
girl, but my eyes were trained firmly on Lucas. The muscles of his broad black were
flexing as he worked the leather falls across the girls buttocks and thighs,
looking controlled, powerful and utterly delicious, a soft sheen of sweat
glistening gently against his olive skin.

Watching
the others had been interesting, but this was captivating on a whole new level.
The swish of air and the snap of the leather sounded painful but the girl was
moaning softly, each stroke seemed to bring her pleasure and I couldn’t
understand it. Or maybe I could. Her skin grew gradually pinker as he moved his
arm in a figure of eight with the menacing looking implement and I was mesmerised.

The
vision of Lucas was like nothing I’d ever seen before, like a painting, an
image of perfection captured in a moment, and I imagined myself as the girl and
how it would feel for him to be doing that to me. He moved towards her, softly
brushing the long braided strand over one shoulder, and that gentle touch
jarred like a jealous punch in my gut. He whispered something in her ear,
turning suddenly to look at the crowd.

I’d
thought I was hidden, but through all those faces his eyes found me out, and as
our gazes locked, I froze. God, if that night in the office was embarrassing,
this was something else entirely. He’d known I’d been coming here, Zachary had
told him and I wondered momentarily if he knew I was coming today. The
slightest of smiles played on his mouth as his eyes pierced mine without an
ounce of humiliation. In contrast, my cheeks were blazing and I moved away
quickly, leaving the crowd with the sound of the flogger and the ecstatic
screams of the captured brunette still ringing in my ears.

I
knew I should think it was wrong, but I didn’t. Even my logical brain was
regretting walking away and there was no denying the arousal I felt as I’d
watched that scene unfold before me. I was amazed and intrigued, still trying
to steady my shaking legs as I retreated to one of the private rooms to catch
my breath and quiet my nerves. I knew from Zachary that this one was unoccupied
for the afternoon and my heart was pounding as I closed the door behind me.

If
my arousal was fuelled, my curiosity was even more so. I took my time, picking
up the various instruments used for punishments, touching them, stroking them,
wondering how they would feel against my skin. Up to now I’d only looked; explored
every part of the stately home, dreaming up ideas for the party, but seeing
Lucas today had ignited a fire that was proving more and more difficult to
extinguish.

I
pressed myself against the wood of the cross that dominated the far wall, right
next to the huge mahogany bed, a dark centrepiece that took up almost a fifth
of the entire room. The lighting was low as I faced the wall, feeling the
hardness through my flimsy blouse and wondering just how fearful or excited I
would be if I were chained here for real, waiting for Lucas Hunter to yield
that flogger, a cane or a whip.

It
was a heady feeling, a powerful thought. Allowing myself to be restrained and
played with by another human being. Consenting, but relinquishing control.
Zachary had explained the use of safe words and the power that came with total
submission, but I wasn’t sure I believed it.

It
seemed to me that the power lay in the hands of the Dominant, but from what I’d
seen and just heard, pleasure certainly
lay
with the
sub. I was just about to move away from the cross when I heard the footsteps
behind me and froze. I was so deep in thought I hadn’t even heard the door.

“You’re
here again,”
came
the low, deep voice, dripping with
sexuality and utterly unmistakeable.

“Yes,”
I replied as I turned slowly, leaning against the cross for support and staring
into the mesmerising eyes that pulled me immediately under their spell. My
stomach was somersaulting and I was so ecstatic he was here that my heart
danced a little beneath my blouse.

“Why?”
he asked, piercing my gaze so deeply that for a moment I couldn’t breathe. Chas
was right, he was one of the people that just
drags
the truth from you, and I knew my flimsy excuse of research for the party wouldn’t
be believed.

“It
fascinates me, Sir,” I said, deliberately rolling out the ‘Sir’ for effect. I
used it around the office, but I’d heard it used here and it had altogether
different connotations. I was playing with fire and I knew it. He tilted his
head, a small smile playing on the side of his mouth.

“Thank
you for your honesty, Jessica,” he said, striding closer.

“Have
you been approached to participate?” he asked as I nodded. It had happened
twice, the approaches subtle and civilised, but I hadn’t been interested. “And
have you done so?”

“No”
I said quietly, still held by those beautiful blue eyes, eclipsed by dark pools
of black as I leaned back against the wall.

The
atmosphere was heady and electric and I knew it was wrong, but I was enjoying
the attentions of Lucas Hunter far too much right now to stop.

“Why?”

I
swallowed hard. This wasn’t an easy question and I couldn’t tell him the truth
or could I? No. He was still my boss. I wanted him, but it wasn’t the only reason,
and the others I could voice and still hold my head up high in work tomorrow.
Part of me was embarrassed but a bigger part wasn’t.
He
had given me this party to organise in the first place, for
his
friend at a club that
he
was a member of. Why should
I
be bashful?

“I
like to watch, I’m not sure I’m ready to do,” I said as he smiled at me,
nodding.

“Would
you like me to introduce you to someone who can initiate you gently into the
pleasures you desire, to do the things that fascinate you so much, Jessica?” he
asked, frowning deeply and assessing me closely.

“No,”
I snapped too quickly, betraying my hurt at the question as I gazed at the
floor under the intense penetration of his eyes that were searching for still
more truths. I needed to justify myself, but I couldn’t and he wasn’t leaving
it there.

“Why?”
he asked again as I glanced back up, flushing under his gaze. He wouldn’t make
me say it out loud.

“I
think you know, Sir,” I all but whispered, watching him as he moved forward
until he was centimetres away from me, my body arching towards him just as it
had that night in the office.

“Good,”
he said as a flurry of butterflies erupted from my churning stomach and I
swallowed hard, taking in his soft firm lips before melting into those eyes.

I
still had one question of my own. If he kept this up my brain would be mush,
floating in the thrill of his touch, mesmerised by the movement of those soft
wet lips as I met his gaze. The spark I felt that first night on the decking
had intensified to such a point it was impossible to control. It was certainly
impossible to hide, and from the blazing look that filled his eyes with a
predatory lust, he was enjoying my response.

“The
girl in the dungeon, was that Morgan?” I asked, needing to know if I could
really open up here, or just enjoy this delirious excitement for the moment of
madness that it was. I wasn’t sure I’d have the resolve to turn him down either
way if he wanted me, but it wouldn’t sit right.

“No.
I don’t currently have a submissive, Jessica. I’ve recently found myself unable
to give anyone the attention and time they deserve,” he said, holding my gaze
as my heart erupted in my chest and my stomach tightened with a deep need and I
was desperate to ask why. Could it be because of me? The small chance that
Lucas might feel a connection to me like I did to him filled my veins with pure
adrenaline, shooting through me like some kind of drug as I tried to steady my
breathing and hold my nerve.

“Who
was she?” I asked as he smiled gently.

“Her
name is Miss Black and she is one of the Dommes here. She asked me to scene
with her to demonstrate technique to the newer members. It was a technical
demonstration rather than a sexual one. Ordinarily, she is the one wielding the
whip,” he laughed gently as my eyes flashed in a mixture of shock and relief.

He
was demonstrating to the crowd, not in a relationship with his partner. Hope
surged through my veins and I knew I was failing to conceal my excitement at
his answer.

Electricity
shot through my skin as he cupped my face in his hands and I could feel the
heat, the passion and the pent up desire that crackled between us. He needed
this as much as I did and I was desperate.

I
exhaled too loudly as he stepped away, utterly betraying my need and wanting to
feel him back here, standing before me with my face in his hands. I needed him
to touch me, hold me, kiss me, fuck me...all the things we couldn’t do and my
body was on fire for it.

“May
I?” he asked, reaching out for my hand and pulling me away from the wall,
circling me, like a predator stalking its prey as I held my breath, unsure what
was coming next. “Zac told me you were reticent last time, Jessica, yet you’ve
come here again. I think you need to understand some of what it can feel like to
be a sub,” he said softly, moving in front of me and tipping my chin to meet
his gaze. “For research purposes of course,” he continued, to counter any
argument before I’d even made it.

My
heart was hammering in my chest as I licked my dry lips and gazed back at him,
finding myself nodding without thinking. He moved behind me, pulling my arms so
my wrists were together, tying them quickly as I gasped.

Before
I even knew what was happening he was facing me again, a small curve playing at
the side of his mouth as I stared up at him. “How does that feel, Jessica?” he
asked, piercing me with those intense blue eyes. It felt hot, his proximity was
intoxicating, his low words in the dimly lit room fuelling my arousal to fever
pitch.

He
was circling me again and already I felt captured and connected to him in a way
I’d never felt before. I’d connected with Jake, but this was different. This
wasn’t love and friendship cultivated over years. This was raw, physical and sexual.
I watched the strong, perfect muscular body of the man I desired so much, and
Lucas Hunter was a man in every sense of the word.

He
was assertive, strong and powerful, my desire to please him as natural as his
commanding presence. I couldn’t explain its origin or why him or why now. All I
knew was that it was there, burning like a need that couldn’t be avoided or
ignored.

I
felt it alone in my bed at night, just as I felt it now. I wasn’t about to
voice that yet, although my flushing body was no doubt conveying it through its
own autonomic display. “I feel a bit vulnerable,” I said, watching the
expression of satisfaction flood his features.

“And?”
he asked firmly.

“A
bit anxious,” I said and I knew from the way his eyes were devouring mine that
he still wanted more.

“And?”
he asked again, circling behind me as I took a deep breath, goose bumps flaring
across my skin as I felt his breath on the back of my neck and he ran firm
hands up my arms.

I
couldn’t answer. I could do little else but breathe right now I was so turned
on.