The Plume: The First Anthology (35 page)

He ran one fingertip over the wet ribbon bound against her hungry puss, then rubbed her clitoris firmly. Louise would have moaned if she could have. As it was, she arched her back and moaned, the only sound she could make.

He stood up then and turned away, casting his jacket onto the couch with purpose. When he pivoted back to face her, he had a camera in his hand. Even from her vantage point, Louise could see that it was an expensive one. She watched as he framed a succession of shots of her and knew that he was serious about his photography.

So, he was an artist, too.

When he peeled off his clothes and strode back toward her, gloriously naked, Louise couldn't believe her luck. His body was sculpted to perfection, muscled but not too pumped. The darkness of his skin made his eyes look more brilliant. He crouched down beside her again, and she saw that he was hard and ready for her.

She wriggled again, beside herself with anticipation. He ran a finger down the length of the ribbon, from her shoulder to her sex, pausing to finger her nipple. "Should I leave my present until Christmas morning?" he mused, his tone as wicked as his expression. "Or should I treat myself to an early celebration? Speak to me, angel."

He untied the bow on her cheek, releasing the gag. Thick satin ribbon spilled against Louise's cheeks and she smiled at him once her mouth was freed. "Depends how good you've been this year."

He grinned, watching his fingers ease over her pubis. "Oh, I've been very naughty."

"Then why would you care about the rules?"

He laughed, surprised by her comment, and she felt his fingers through the satin. He was sliding them over her, teasing her with the promise of his touch.

"There are twelve days of Christmas," Louise said, feeling even more audacious than usual. She liked that he was looking at her and admiring her, but she wanted more. Now. "Why don't you bang me a different way on every one?"

His eyes sparkled. "Only once a day?"

Louise pretended to pout. "That wouldn't make my Christmas wish come true."

"We can't have that, can we?" Before Louise could reply, Rex put his finger under those two bands of ribbon and tugged them hard. One fell on either side of her clitoris, and both were taut. Her hard clit was sandwiched between the two smooth satin bands. The friction when Rex lifted his finger was nearly enough to send Louise to the moon. She moaned aloud then, and her hips bucked of their own volition.

"What a naughty angel you are," he murmured. "You'll have to be trained to behave." Louise saw him smile, wondered which of them would enjoy that more, then he bent to kiss her deeply.

His kiss was a bit rough, demanding, and yet persuasive too.

Louise knew that this holiday would be very merry indeed.

* * *

Joanna was sure they would never get to their destination. She halfway thought that Mike was teasing her, driving around in circles so they could both get more turned on by the delay.

"You don't want me after all," she finally accused. "We're just going to drive around all night."

"Impatient," Mike mused. "That calls for discipline."

"You can't do that when you're driving."

"True enough." The car accelerated then, and Joanna knew she had his attention.

She heard a garage door open and wondered exactly where they were. Mike parked the car, and she heard the garage door close, sealing them inside. He opened the back door of the car and she felt him looking at her. "Picture perfect," he murmured.

"But no pictures," Joanna felt the need to stipulate.

"Just memories for me – and the real thing. You." Mike lifted Joanna into his arms. It was cold in the garage but he was warm. He cradled her against his chest and kissed her deeply. Their kiss was sweet and deep, making her wiggle herself against him in anticipation. She felt him shut the car door with his hip, then start to walk.

"You're just keeping me from screaming," she whispered when he broke their kiss.

Mike laughed. "Maybe. It seems to be working."

"Let me guess – no one will hear me here."

"Or if they do, they won't care."

Joanna wondered whether they were back at the Plume and hoped it wasn't so. She just wanted to be with Mike.

He kissed her again and this time, she struggled in her bonds, letting him see how captive she was. She was getting wetter with every passing minute and ached for him to take her soon.

She couldn't decide whether she wanted to be spanked first or not.

Of course, the choice wasn't hers to make. The wave of futility redoubled, simultaneously weakening her and exciting her.

Joanna felt Mike climb steps, then click a remote. There was a current of air as evidently a door opened in front of them. The air was warm. He carried her through the door and down a corridor, then used another remote to open another door.

Joanna was sure this was a room. It sounded enclosed and it smelled like leather. The door closed audibly behind them, like it was locking shut. She thought of the Dungeon where Rex had kept her captive, hot and ready for he whenever he wanted her, and her mouth went dry.

Were they back there? Was Mike going to share her again? Joanna realized that she only wanted to be with him.

"Welcome to your present," Mike said, setting her down on her knees. The floor felt smooth and cushioned.

"Are we at the Dungeon that the Plume runs?"

"No, we're in your new dungeon. Never used this room anyway. I had the Plume's contractors fix it up." Mike chuckled. "And incidentally, I got the garage cleaned out so I can park in it again. Makes slave transport much more discrete."

Joanna caught her breath as Mike removed her hood. Her gaze danced over the room, which was upholstered all sides with black leather. There were sconces on the walls, four of them, the fixtures looked like they belonged in a dungeon. She liked the way they made flickering light, like torches. An array of paddles hung on one wall, along with handcuffs and a variety of ropes.

"Full soundproofing and venting," Mike said. "Padded leather walls with embedded d-rings." He tugged on one to show her how solid it was. "Adjacent bath, when I choose to let you use it, also soundproofed completely." He squatted before her, his eyes gleaming with triumph, and brushed his lips across hers. She melted when he cupped her cheek with his hand. "Like it?"

"Love it," Joanna admitted and it was true.

Mike continued in a whisper that was dark with threat, his gloved hands framing her face. "I can keep you captive here for as long as I want, and there will be nothing you can do about it."

"Every weekend?" Joanna asked, loving the idea.

"Maybe every night." Mike kissed her again. "Merry Christmas, sweetheart."

"It'll be a shame to have to go back to work on Monday," Joanna said when she had the chance. Mike had stepped away from her and she watched him shed his clothes. She tingled in anticipation of what would happen next.

He left the gloves on, just as she liked, then tugged on his black hood. Joanna's heart took off at a gallop when he turned and she saw the size of his erection. He reached for a leather paddle and she nearly fainted with pleasure.

"Who said anything about going back to work?"

Joanna panicked a little. "But I have to go back to work on Monday. I don't have any vacation booked and..."

"Actually, you do. I told them I was going to surprise you with a trip to the Caribbean. No one will be looking for you until early January." Mike's voice dropped low as she could see his eyes glinting through the holes in the mask. "Which gives me plenty of time to train you to my satisfaction."

"Yes, Mike," Joanna whispered, sounding as submissive as she could. Her heart was thundering. "I'm yours to command."

"Of course, you are." Mike spoke roughly then, just the way Joanna liked it. He put the paddle down beside her, then picked up her leather hood. He smoothed it over her head once more, running his hands over it so that she was aware that she had been sealed inside it. Being blindfolded heightened every other sense and filled her with even more anticipation.

He leaned his cheek against hers, his whisper carrying even through the leather. "If you're very good, I'll pick a restaurant with a coat room for brunch next Sunday."

That was a promise Joanna couldn't refuse.

THE PLUME:
The First Anthology

is also available in a print edition.

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DECEPTION

Fourth in the Plume Series

A March 2012 Release

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