Rebecca Joyce (2 page)

“Oh fuck, baby, you feel so good. That’s it. Tighten your hole for me. Make me come for you,” he moaned, thrusting harder and harder.

“Fuck my ass, lover. Fuck it deep. Yeah, you like fucking my tight ass, don’t you? You love sticking your dick in another man’s ass. Come for me. Show me how much you love my ass!” the blond yelled, writhing beneath him as he grabbed his lover’s hips, pounding as his balls tightened and spewed his juice into him.

* * * *

Opening his eyes, his heart raced. His breathing was labored, and his cock was begging.

“Shit!” he shouted, turning and sitting on the side of his bed.

He couldn’t get that night out of his fucking head, and it was beginning to mess with him.

He had to find a way to let it go. There was nothing he could do to change what had happened. He gave into a moment of lust, and now it was like a drug he couldn’t kick.

He had gotten a taste of the forbidden, and he craved more.

Unable to sleep and get the release he so desperately needed, he rose from the bed and quickly dressed. If he couldn’t have what he most desperately wanted, then by God, he would have the next best thing.

Grabbing his keys, he locked up his house and headed to the only place this late at night that could service his needs.

He headed to the Pleasure Cave.

Celestial, Montana…

“Charlotte!” he shouted, barreling through the front door. Storming down the long hallway, he headed straight for her. He was going to kick her ass. She had done it again, and he would bet this month’s paycheck she forgot because she was too busy playing on her damn computers.

A creature of habit, Charlotte Brooks was nothing more than a computer junkie, sitting at that stupid desk for hours, which he built for her, just so she could peck away on that damn keyboard doing whatever it was that she did.

They had met over eight months ago and hit it off immediately. She was looking for a place to crash, and he was looking for a roommate.

They became instant friends.

Charlotte was unlike any woman he had ever met. Spunky and outspoken, she lived life in the moment. She was kind of quiet at times, didn’t like strangers, and was methodical when it came to her space. Like most people, Charlotte had her quirks, which only added to her personality. She was hands down one of the smartest people he knew. Brains and beauty, Charlotte was the whole package.

Minus her inability to show up for work on time!

Banging on her bedroom door, he yelled, “Damn it, Charlotte, I know you’re in there!”

He could hear the pecking of keys behind the silence.

Wait until I get my hands on her.

She needed a good spanking, big time!

“Charlotte, open this damn door.” He continued to pound until the sounds of several dead bolts, chains, and clicks were heard.

Oh, and she was completely neurotic!

The door cracked open, and a pair of caramel-brown eyes sparkled at him. “Yezz, my lord and master?”

“You’re late! Apollo said if your ass isn’t at work in five minutes he is going to fire you, again!” he scolded her.

“Oh please,” she said, opening her bedroom wide and allowing him to enter. “That moron has his head so far up Fairy’s ass, I’m surprised his dick hasn’t started sprouting daisies. He won’t fire me. Besides, what’s the big urgency anyway? Is there some moon colliding with Uranus or something?” she said, rolling her eyes.

“Har har har. Not Funny! You know Apollo gets jumpy when his horoscope predicts doom.”

“Oh heaven forbid!” she gasped in mocking horror. “Seriously, Jordan, I don’t know why you stay here in this crazy town. These people are crazier than bat shit after a Sunday feeding frenzy.”

“Says the girl who thinks the FBI, CIA, and Interpol are gonna come knocking on her door at any minute.”

“Hey!” she said, affronted. “That is a legitimate claim.”

“Whatever. Get dressed, Charlotte. Apollo is waiting, and you’re gonna have to make up the time you missed. Amber and Dawn are still in Vegas with Helios’s at the Starlight Convention.”

“Oh yes, the infamous, cosmic bondage convention. Tell me again why I wasn’t allowed to go?” she asked, throwing the Rainbow Room standard tank on with some skinny jeans.

“Because the last time you went, you started a fucking fight! Haven’t you ever heard of ‘make love not war’? Seriously, I am surprised Helios didn’t chain your fine ass to the cross and whip your butt red. He is still angry with you.”

“Ha! That brute can try it, but I guarantee he won’t come within five feet of me, not after what happened last time.”

“What makes you say that?”

“Because after that fight I so-called started, which I didn’t, I had Helios’s bound and gagged for the next two hours while I spanked, sucked and…”

Holding his hand up, Jordan grimaced. “Enough! TMI. Besides, I am waiting for the day someone comes along and tames you. You need a good dominant.”

“What I need is to get the hell out of here. This town is fucking loco,” she replied, rolling her eyes. Jordan loved Charlotte, but sometimes, he wanted nothing more than to gag her, bind her, and fuck her ass until she screamed. Of course he kept that information to himself because if she ever got wind that he played both sides of the team, she would hightail it out of his life faster than a NASCAR on opening day at the Daytona 500.

“Charlotte, hurry up!” Jordan shouted as she fiddled with her short, blonde, spiky hair.

Teasing him as she donned her sneakers, he watched as she shut down all five of her computers, grabbed her backpack, and headed toward the front door.

She could try the patience God gave a saint!

Now, if he could only figure out what she did on those damn computers?

* * * *

Charlotte Brooks was nothing more than an Internet junkie, and she didn’t give a damn what anyone else thought. Raised in a loving home, her whole life had been tea parties, ballet classes, and swim meets. She did what she was told, went to the perfect school, dated the right guys, and got the best grades just to make her parents proud. But when the time came to leave for that exclusive top-of-the-line-college, well, Charlotte told her parents to fuck off!

It wasn’t that she didn’t love them, because she did, but when she turned eighteen and the time came to leave the nest, she didn’t want mommy and daddy dearest telling her what to do.

So after a massive argument, and cries and silence, she packed her bags and left.

Of course she told her parents where she was going. She wasn’t that vindictive, but damn it, she was going to go to college where she wanted. Looking back over the last four years, she probably should have listened to them.

At first everything was great. She made plenty of friends and managed to pass her classes. Hell, even her parents calmed down and accepted her choice, but the moment the FBI barged into her dorm room and confiscated all of her computers, her life went to shit.

After being arrested, expelled, and after a lengthy trial and spending eighteen months in jail for Internet hacking, well, her loving parents weren’t so loving anymore. That was why she packed her bags for the last time and left, only this time she kept her destination a secret. Of course, looking at the inside of the Rainbow Room, she wasn’t sure anyone would believe her even if she told the truth.

There were only two words to describe the Rainbow Room. Sodom and Gomorrah!

Every form of debauchery known to man happened in this club. Men fucking women, women fucking women, men on men, and the orgies, the orgies were, well, they were just orgies! Add in the freaks, Goths, geeks, snobs, earthies, and tree huggers, and well, it was a full-on sex room where fantasies and wishes came to life.

The Rainbow Room was run by none other than Celestial’s own mayor, Apollo Louis Humperdinck. That name still made her giggle after eight months, but since he was her boss and he managed to keep his roaming hands off her ass, she tolerated the Greek god.

Apollo was a vision. She still couldn’t believe the man batted for both teams, but hell, who was she to chastise? She had had her share of girl-on-girl action, too. Like any other hot-blooded teenager, college was the place to experience everything. It was fun and eye-opening, but it wasn’t for her. Charlotte preferred a stiff cock to a vagina any day.

Throwing her bag behind the bar, she grabbed her apron and tray and ducked around some tables, trying to avoid Apollo’s wrath.

“You’re late!” the strong, booming voice shouted from across the club.

Shit!

Smiling sweetly, Charlotte turned. “Hey, handsome. You look mighty fine in—what the hell are you wearing?” she asked, confused.

Charlotte thought she had seen it all, but this took the cake.

“It’s Tarzan and Jane night. What’s wrong with it? Is my cloth too big? Should I have worn a smaller piece?” Apollo asked, looking down and touching the small patch of cloth that covered nothing, not even his bulging cock.

“Dude, that cloth gets any smaller and you might as well be wearing a Band-Aid.” Charlotte stared.

Apollo grinned. “I like the way you think, Charlotte.” And with that she watched as Apollo ripped off the small cloth and threw it on the bar.

Holy fuck. That is one big cock!

Charlotte had seen her fair share of dicks working in the Rainbow Room, but damn, Apollo’s cock could give John Holmes a run for his money. Just looking at his long piece of meat made her pussy clinch and her juices flood her panties.

“You know, Charlotte,”—Apollo began stroking his shaft, leering at her seductively—“whenever you’re ready to make up for the missed time at work, I am more than willing to put Mr. Apollo in your fine ass.”

“Paalease. Your dick ain’t that big,” she lied, turning away to start her shift.

* * * *

Braxton Connelly sat across from Gabriel Sexton, ignoring everything the man said. It was their weekly security brief, and he wanted to be anywhere but here.

As the sheriff of Treasure Cove, he should be used to the rigorous diatribe of the owner of the town’s only BDSM club, but today, Gabriel’s voice was grating his nerves.

It had been a month since his last trip into Celestial, and if his aching cock strained anymore against his pants, he was afraid he would have a permanent zipper tattoo.

“Braxton!” Gabriel shouted. “Am I boring you today?”

“Actually, yes,” Braxton growled, getting to his feet. Immediately his cock thanked him.

Fuck, he needed to do something about this craving. It wasn’t going away.

Walking toward the window, he looked out into the bright morning sunshine. Straight ahead past the town lay his torment. He wondered what his sexy blond was doing right at this minute. Was he sleeping, working, jogging?

Fuck. Don’t think about him jogging!

Damn it!
Rubbing his achy cock, Braxton tried to think of anything but him. Even after last night’s scene in the dungeon, Braxton couldn’t get his warm, inviting hole out of his mind. He had fucked Violet senseless, had her screaming as her pussy washed his cock in her juices, but that was still not enough.

For as long as he could remember, Braxton knew he liked both sexes, but being the high school star quarterback, and then an upstanding member of the community, he never gave into his other desires. Oh, he toyed around with the idea, read several books, and even bought himself an extensive video library to keep his dick happy, but all that paled when he gave into lust.

Since then, his heightened state of arousal was causing him to lose his grip on reality. On the brink of insanity, Braxton knew he was either going to have to come clean and admit not only to himself what he truly was, or he was going to live a life of regret and solitude. Because after that explosive, eye-opening night, Braxton came to the conclusion he refused to have one without the other.

He wanted both.

“Braxton, how long are you going to deny what you are?” Gabriel softly said, breaking the tension in the room.

Sighing, Braxton leaned his head against the cold glass window, his heavy breathing clouding the town below. Just once he would love to be able to talk to someone about this, someone who could understand and sympathize with his plight. Making the decision to lay everything on the line, he turned to look at one of his best friends.

Just then, Gabriel’s phone rang.

Braxton watched as he answered, getting to his feet. “What! When? Hang on.” Turning to Braxton, Gabriel said quietly, “It’s Janie. She’s here at the club.”

“Damn it! What the hell is she doing here?” Braxton asked, forgetting his own troubles.

“She’s where! Shit, I am on my way. Don’t let Jason start until I get there. Yes, I will get them the message. Thanks, Justice,” Gabriel said, hanging up the phone.

Braxton waited while his best friend gathered his thoughts. After making a few quick calls, Gabriel finally turned to him and smiled. “I need a favor, old friend.”

The look upon his devious face had the hairs standing erect on the back of his neck. Doing Gabriel a favor meant his life was about to become more complicated.