The Claiming of Sasha [Panther Cove 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (14 page)

“Thanks.”

“What say we all head on over to my house. Derek is fixing everyone lunch. We can discuss tactics.”

For the first time in Danny’s life, he felt part of a team. When they entered Hunter’s house, he told Derek all about the fight.

“Would you two be willing to stay around Delight for a while?”

Danny didn’t want to get into a discussion right now. “We’ll need to get back to Texas and see what we can work out.”

When Trace said nothing, he figured his brother was trying to figure things out for himself, which worked for him. Trace had sacrificed his whole life to pay their parents back for raising them. As much as he loved both of the Sanders, it was time he and his brother joined their own kind.

Derek placed the food in the middle of the table and everyone helped himself. It reminded him of the family dinners at his parents’ house, and while he missed his mom’s cooking, he knew his future was here. He hoped Trace wouldn’t get sentimental on him and want to leave before their scheduled flight.

Bantum grabbed a big, meaty sandwich. “Anyone up for a weight-lifting contest after lunch?”

All but Trace raised his hand. His brother was amazingly strong, and even though he didn’t train with weights as much as these guys, he bet he wouldn’t embarrass himself.

“Come on, Trace. It’ll be fun.”

“I need to take care of something in town, but you stay.”

He must have forgotten they only had one car. While he couldn’t think of what Trace needed to do, his brother seemed determined to have some time to himself.

Danny looked around. “Anyone heading into town sometime today?” He nodded to Trace. “We drove together.”

Hunter nodded. “I can give you a lift later.”

“Great.”

While he knew he’d never be able to compete against these muscular giants, he wanted to see just how far he needed to go in order to be their equal. He wasn’t sure when he’d join these men in their quest to save the world, but he was going to do everything in his power to make it happen someday.

* * * *

While Trace had been interested in seeing how he stacked up against these men, he had something important to take care of. As he was fighting Hercules, the need to be with Sasha nearly broke his concentration. He didn’t know what it was that drove him to her, but he had to smell her and touch her.

His first stop had to be to Tanya’s sex shop. Sasha had probably planned to go by the shop after work, but he had some ideas about what he wanted to do with his woman. Lube was a must, as was a large dildo to stretch her out. Since Sasha loved a bit of pain, he decided paddles would deliver the right amount of redness to her sweet ass and nipple clamps would drive her wild. Thinking about fucking her and making her his submissive had him harder than his tiger teeth.

Tanya’s Sex Shop was on Marchant Drive, two streets west of Willow. The front window had tasteful mannequins wearing pretty bras and panties. While he could guess Sasha’s size, he wasn’t sure if she’d be comfortable with him buying her underwear. He decided to stick to something that would give her immediate pleasure.

Inside, a pretty blonde wearing a low cut top and more makeup than he cared for was waiting on a couple. Given he was no stranger to this type of store, he didn’t need to embarrass Sasha by getting into a discussion with the owner over what she might like. He spotted the BDSM toys along the back wall, and he headed over there. He grabbed the lube and then studied his options, trying to think of what would please Sasha the most.

He closed his eyes for a moment to picture her in cuffs and all sorts of erotic positions. A most sensuous image came to mind, and he picked out the needed items. With his purchases in hand, he headed to the cash register. He passed an aisle that had blindfolds and velvet ties.
Perfect!
He smiled just thinking about how much he’d thought she’d appreciate being restrained while not being able to see. This was going to be the best lunchtime rendezvous he’d ever had.

He placed the gear on the counter, and the woman who he assumed was Tanya excused herself from the couple and came over.

“Find everything you need?” She winked, but he didn’t reciprocate.

“Yes, ma’am. I sure did. You have a real nice selection.” That got a blush out of her.

“I can tell some lady sure is going to get lucky.” She ran the items over a scanner.

“I’m hoping, ma’am.”

“Call me Tanya. You must not be from around here.”

“No, ma’am. I mean, Tanya.”

From the way she kept glancing at him, she was probably hoping he’d divulge Sasha’s name. That piece of information would stay locked inside him for now.

After she swiped his card, she bagged the items. “Have fun!”

Oh, he had no doubt he would.

When the bell above the door tingled, Sasha hurried to the front of the store. From the way her body vibrated, either Trace or Danny had come in. She prayed nothing bad had happened up at Panther Cove. Hercules and Casius were well trained men, and the Sanders brothers were naïve.

Yes!
It was Trace, and he was carrying a plastic bag with Tanya’s Sex Shop logo on the side. Her damned pussy heated up.

“I came for a little lunch.” He waved the bag.

She could only imagine what his definition of lunch was. “No one’s in the store.”

He looked around as if he wanted to see if she was telling the truth. He advanced. “Oh, yeah?”

Just looking at him had her body pulsing and her pussy dripping. She’d struggled all day to concentrate on serving her customers. All she could think of was making love with both men again. “You want to come into my back room?”

He grinned and her heart melted. “You want to put a sign on the front door saying you’re closed?”

She often would take an hour lunch break, and the people of Delight had come to expect her hours to be sporadic. She reached under the counter and withdrew the
Closed
sign. Bringing her keys with her, she brushed her shoulder against him as she sashayed past. That light touch sent tingles all over her body. Boy, did she have it bad.

Once she hung the sign, she locked the front door and turned around wondering what his plan entailed. Judging from the amount of items in his bag, she was in for an experience of a lifetime.

Keeping her gaze on Trace, she whizzed past him and motioned with her finger he should follow. While there wasn’t a bed or anything really comfortable in the office, if she cleared off her desk, they could make love there.

The back room didn’t have much more than a few file cabinets, a desk, and a chair. The storage room was larger but the rows of shelving containing her inventory afforded little space.

“I can clear off—”

Trace whipped her around and sealed the rest of her comment with a kiss. He held her so tight, his cock almost painfully pressed against her belly. His desperation excited her beyond her wildest dreams. Here was a man who knew what he wanted and seemed determined to get it. He put her pleasure first, which made her fall in love with him even more.

Love?

Trace pulled away. “You okay?”

She returned her focus on him. “Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

How could she have forgotten? “Yes, Master.”

He smiled, and her body returned to a heightened state again. “I bought some goodies for us that I hope you’ll like.”

She sealed her lips, not sure if he wanted her to talk, but she did raise her brows in question. When he opened the bag and pulled out the blindfold her breath caught. No one had ever tried to block her vision. The thought of not knowing what was coming next made her pussy cream even more. She nodded.

“I have lots of treats, but I need you to agree to what I’m going to do. Do you trust me?”

The caring way he asked meant the world to her. “Yes, Master.”

“Good. I want to make this an afternoon you’ll never forget.”

She had a million questions to ask him about his willingness to stay in Delight, but if he said he was leaving and never coming back, the mood would be broken.

“Turn around.”

She happily obliged. He lifted the hair from her neck and gently tied the cloth over her eyes. She reached up to adjust it.

“No touching. In fact, do nothing. Just feel.”

The feeling part would be easy. The doing nothing would push her limits. Already her body was reacting to being so close to him. The fact he wasn’t totally her kind made her response more intense.

“One more thing. If at any time you want me to stop, just lift your right leg.”

“Why can’t I just say a safe word?”

“I’m not sure you’ll be able to speak.”

Her mind whirred with all the possibilities. Would he gag her? The thought of losing all control caused tingles to race up her spine. “Okay.”

Once more he rotated her. “We need to get you out of these clothes.”

She thought he’d lift her sweater off, but she sensed he moved away. A click sounded, and a few seconds later the scent of heat filled the air. She smiled. His light footsteps returned.

“I didn’t want you to get cold.”

Shifters, she knew, adapted well to all temperatures. At least panther shifters did. The fact Danny and he came into her store looking for warmer clothes implied tiger shifters might be different.

His hand touched her hips, and he lifted her sweater over her head. From the way pens scraped across the metal desk, he’d tossed her top on the desk.

“Now for one of my favorite parts.” Instead of unbuttoning her shirt, he leaned over and licked her neck and inhaled. “Fuck, but you smell good. If my cock weren’t bursting to get out, I’d stay here and just enjoy you.” He nibbled on her earlobe, and she leaned into him.

When he dragged his hands down her shoulders, her groan escaped. That must have been the response he was looking for because he undid her blouse and took it off in seconds. Since it was lightweight, she had no idea if he’d dropped it or tossed it next to her sweater.

She wanted to touch him and experience his bulging muscles, but he’d told her not to move. She couldn’t help wonder, though, what kind of erotic punishment he’d dole out if she did grab his cock, lean over, and tear off his pants.

“What are you smiling about?”

The question gave her permission to speak. “I was thinking about attacking you and ripping off your clothes.”
Damn
. She kept forgetting to add the master part. Maybe she wasn’t cut out to be a submissive. “Master.”

His laugh morphed her insides, and joy spread through every part of her body. “I might just have to let you try.” He tapped her nose. “You won’t get far though.”

“And if I’m bad? How will you punish me, Master?”

He pulled her so close there was no distance between their bodies. “You’ll just have to wait and see, but I will let you know regardless of your behavior, I plan on giving you a red ass so I can stretch you out.”

Those words seeped into her, bringing a broad grin.

“I can tell, slave, that you are looking forward to that.”

She nodded, though she was tempted to make the spanking come quicker by saying something sassy.

“Kick off those boots.” His command came out gruff, but perhaps he got off trying to be the tough guy.

She obeyed, of course, and flicked them toward the desk. Tripping over them wouldn’t be good.

Sounds of his zipper lowering and the clunk of his boots on the floor told her he was getting naked. She wiggled her hips from joy. His shoes scooted across the floor, but he dropped his pants next to her feet.

He must have gotten on his knees because his face pressed against her belly. His tongue traced a path across her stomach, and her juices gushed. The man was the epitome of eroticism. He undid the top button on her jeans and then unzipped them. His fingers grabbed hold of her pants and panties and, in one tug, lowered them to her knees. She lifted one leg to step out of them, when he clamped onto her thigh.

“I did not give you permission to move.”

He stood, undid her bra, and removed it rather unceremoniously. Something crinkled, and the next thing she knew, he’d stepped behind her and drew her wrists behind her. Faster than she could blink, he’d secured her hands.

“I hadn’t wanted to tie you down, but you left me no choice. Obey, and I will go easy on you.” He lightly nipped her shoulder then moved in front of her.

She so wanted to ask how he’d react if she dropped to her knees and licked him. To hell with it. He’d be leaving soon, and she wanted him really badly. Though her legs were constricted by her jeans, she acted on instinct and shot to the floor. Even though she was blindfolded and bound, she could tell where his cock was. If he really didn’t want her to lick him, he would have moved out of the way.

She opened her mouth to consume him, when he grabbed a handful of hair. “What do you think you’re doing, slave?”

“I can’t help myself, Master. I need your cock.”

“Oh, you will get more than my cock.” The chair legs squeaked, and then he held onto both of her shoulders and lifted her to a stand. “Step out of your pants. I need full access to you.”