Tickle His Fancy: Trident Security Book 6 (Trident Security Series) (14 page)

Fancy’s head was spinning. While she’d recognized Brody’s
alpha tendencies, she’d been shocked by his revelation. Once recovered, though,
it all fell into place for her. Was this why she felt so safe with him? Why she
felt cherished with everything he did for her, big or small?

The connection they seemed to have was stronger in some ways
than what she and Patrick had experienced between them. And part of her was
scared by that. She and her husband had been together five years before they
discovered the BDSM community, and they started from scratch together. But
Brody had been in the lifestyle for years. Could she be a proper submissive for
him? What if she screwed up? It had been so long since she’d played, she’d
forgotten many of the protocols. And what if their limit lists didn’t match up?
She knew there were many different types of play she’d never experienced, much
less learned about. And she was sure more play activities had become available
since she’d been in the lifestyle. Kink was an ever evolving world, pushing
limits to satisfy both a Dom and sub’s needs and desires. Before now, she
hadn’t realized how much she missed the lifestyle she’d been in so briefly.

“Hey, sweetness, are you okay?”

She hadn’t realized her eyes had closed, and she opened them
to see his face filled with concern. Smiling to reassure him everything was
fine, she said, “Yes. . .Master Brody.”

His relief was evident and then her use of his title seemed
to register as a grin spread across his face. “While I love all three of those
words falling from your pretty lips together, I want you to clarify what you’re
saying ‘yes’ to.”

Taking a deep breath—and a leap of faith—she looked him right
in the eye. “Yes, Master Brody, I would like to explore a D/s relationship with
you. I would like to negotiate a contract, and I would be honored to wear your
collar to The Covenant.”

It didn’t surprise her that he was a member of the private,
elite club which was so selective in its application process. While she had no
clue where the club was, she’d heard it mentioned among the subs at Spice when
she’d been there. It was supposedly the best, high-end club in Florida. But
none of that mattered to her; the only thing that
did
matter was she
would be there as Master Brody Evans’s submissive.

“You don’t know how much it pleases me for you to say that,
Fancy.”

With a hand splayed across the back of her head, he pulled
her in for a kiss, and not just any kiss, but the mother of all kisses.
Holy
cow!
She realized that before now he’d been holding back with all the other
kisses they’d shared. Their tongues dueled, but there was no doubt who was in
charge. Her blood was boiling, and her pussy was wet…with want…with need. The
hand at her head held her in place as he took as much as he gave her. His other
hand closed around her breast, squeezing and massaging the supple flesh.

Fancy whimpered when the kiss ended but was thrilled to see
Brody had been just as affected by it as she had. He was gulping for air as a
storm brewed in his eyes. A storm she desperately wanted to get caught up in.

“Sweetness, we can keep this vanilla right now since we
haven’t negotiated or gone through a limit list yet, but it’s your choice.
Vanilla, or will you let me spice it up? We can keep it simple and, of course,
you’ll have your safeword.”

While this was one of the things she would rather let him
take control of, without the negotiations and contract she had to be the one to
make the decision. Once everything was in place, if he thought she needed or
wanted to be topped, for whatever reason, he would take the lead and trust her
to use her safeword if anything felt wrong. She knew in her heart he would
honor her safeword and stop all play if she uttered it. And right there, she
had her answer.

“Spice, Sir.”

His charming grin returned, but this time, she saw the Dom
behind it and a shiver went down her spine. “Then spice it is. Thank you for
trusting me. The Covenant uses the same color system Spice does. Do you want
‘red’ as your safeword or would you like to choose something else.”

“Red is fine, Sir.”

“Good girl. You can also use ‘yellow’ to slow things down or
let me know you have questions.” He patted her hip. “To start, I want to go
into your bedroom, take off everything, and present next to the bed. I’ll
follow in a few minutes.”

Brody helped her stand and then just watched her walk on
trembling knees to the hallway leading to her bedroom. She glanced over her
shoulder at him, and another shiver went down her spine at his expression. It
was a combination of intense and playful, and she wondered which one would be
more prevalent during their scene.

As soon as she reached her bedroom, she quickly removed her
dress, bra, and panties. Sinking to her knees next to the bed, she was in
position when Brody entered the room—Master Brody, that is. While there were a
lot of the protocols she’d forgotten, she remembered to keep her eyes cast
downward until directed otherwise. All she could see were his feet. He’d
removed his socks and shoes, but his jeans were still on. She hoped the golf
shirt he’d worn was also gone because she loved letting her eyes and hands roam
his muscular torso.

“Damn, you’re beautiful.”

She blushed at his words as he dropped a small black duffel
bag on the floor in front of her. It wasn’t hers so he had to have run out to
his truck to retrieve it. She knew a lot of Doms had a spare toy bag or two so
they were always prepared, and she was nervous to find out what was in his.

She didn’t have to wait long. “Open the bag, Fancy-girl.”

Pulling it closer, she did as ordered and waited for the next
command.

“I’m going to tell you to take out a few things. If any of
those things are scary to you or are on your hard limit list, then leave them
in the bag. If you’re okay with an item, then hand it to me. Understood?”

She hadn’t expected that but was grateful he was giving her a
choice about what they would be using during the scene. But then again, that
was the sign of a good Dom, which she already figured out he was. “Yes, Sir.”

“Excellent. Hand me the leather cuffs.”

She spotted them on top, right next to a black, six-tail
flogger.
What would it be like to be flogged by Brody
? Her ass tingled
at the thought. Grabbing the cuffs, she placed them in his waiting hand.

“There’s a bullet vibe in there, still in its package, let me
have it.”

It was nice to know what he’d be using on her had never
touched another woman—it was considerate of him and didn’t surprise her. Yes, an
item could be sterilized, but still. . .
eww
. She found the
sealed package and handed it to him.

“
Hmmm
. Decisions, decisions,” he teased her. “The
six-tail.”

Oh, fuck, yes!
Her hand closed around the leather
handle of the flogger, and she lifted it out of the bag. When Brody took it
from her, he placed the tip under her chin and raised her head until she was
looking into his face. The heat in his eyes warmed her and made the desire and
need in her core flare even higher. His bare chest had her yearning to lick
every inch of it.

“Thank you, sweetness.” He bent down and picked the bag up by
its handles, and moved it out of the way. “Up on the bed, on your knees, hands
behind your back.”

She complied with his instructions, her heart rate and
breathing accelerating with anticipation. Oh, how she’d missed this—handing the
reins over to her lover—all she had to do was follow his commands and feel. Her
mind could go blank as he sent her into subspace, and there was no doubt Brody
would send her there. Hell, if she was honest, she was halfway there already.

Brody stepped behind her beside the bed, and attached the
cuffs to each of her wrists. “Spread your legs a little. What’s your safeword,
Fancy-girl?”

“Red, Sir.”

After linking the cuffs together so her arms were restrained,
he ran a single finger up the length of her spine, sending a shiver through her
as goosebumps pebbled her skin. One hand closed around the nape of her neck
while the other supported one of her shoulders. “Put your head down on the
bed.”

With his help, she bent at the waist, then turned her head to
the side, so her cheek rested on the comforter. Her ass remained high, and she
felt herself grow wetter at the erotic pose. Brody ran his hand across her
backside, occasionally squeezing the flesh to bring her blood to the surface.
“Damn, you have the nicest ass I’ve ever seen.”

“Thank you, Sir.” She was sure he was exaggerating, but she
couldn’t help wiggle said ass in response.

His hand lifted, then smacked back down, causing her to yelp.
The laughter in his voice was unmistakable as he said, “Little brat.”

While the single spank stung a little, it only just increased
her need for more. His hand dipped between her legs and found the evidence of
her arousal. Fingers delved into her folds.

“
Mmmm
. I love that you waxed down there for me,
sweetness.”

She’d gone to the salon the day after they’d first slept
together. While it had been a little more painful than she’d remember, once the
initial soreness was gone, she loved how much more sensitive she was. And she
couldn’t wait to feel Brody’s mouth and tongue on her bare flesh.

His hand disappeared and she heard him open the vibe package,
and it wasn’t long before the adult toy was humming. It took every ounce of
strength not to clench her legs together because she knew she was going to jump
the second the vibe touched her where she expected he was about to put it. She
hadn’t been wrong.

* * *

Cupping the small vibe in his palm, Brody put it between her
legs and held it to her exposed pussy as she nearly flew off the bed. The only
things that had kept her in place were the position she was in, her hands being
restrained, and his other hand on her hip. “Easy, baby. It’s been a long time
for you, so I’m not going to demand you stay still, but do your best.”

“Y-yes, Sir.”

Damn, he’d never get tired of hearing that from her mouth.
Shifting his hand, he gripped the humming vibe and put the tip in her vagina.
He grinned when she let out a loud moan.

“There’s more where that came from,” he said as he pushed it
all the way in her channel. “Don’t lose it.”

He squeezed her ass cheeks a few more times, making sure
there was enough blood flow near the surface to keep her from bruising. This
was going to be a pleasure flogging so his strikes were going to be hard enough
for a bite of pain, but light enough that she wouldn’t feel any lasting effects
in the morning. Picking up the flogger, he took a step away from the bed to
give himself some room. Her ass looked delectable, and he couldn’t wait until
he prepped her with a progressive set of anal plugs so she could eventually
take him there.

“Ready, sweetness?”

“Yes, Sir.”

Brody flicked his wrist and let the six leather tails land
softly on her right ass cheek, followed by another flick to her left. Slowly he
let the strikes increase in velocity and intensity. A pink blush appeared on
the skin of her buttocks and upper thighs. He paused. “Color, sweetness?”

“Green, Sir. I’m good.”

“Yes, you are.”

Peppering her flesh, he slowed his pace once more, but now he
really let her feel the sting as the knots at the end of the leather strands
landed harder. Again, it was just enough for the pain to morph into pleasure.
Her breathing increased as she moaned louder.

One last strike on her sit spot and he dropped the flogger to
the floor. His hands went to his waist, and he quickly shed his jeans. Grabbing
a condom, he anticipated the day he could take her bareback—something he’d
never done in his life, but if he had his way, it would be that way forever
with his Fancy. After rolling on the latex, he held her steady with one hand
and using the fingers of the other, he removed the vibe, tapping it a few times
on her clit.

“Oh!
Ohhhhhhhhh
!”

Clutching her hips, he pulled her to the edge of the bed and
lined his rigid cock up with her slit. She was soaked, and he wasted no time
entering her. The torturous drag of her tight walls had him seeing stars.

“Please, Sir! Faster!”

He slammed into her, his pelvis slapping against her ass.
“We’re going to have to have a talk about topping from the bottom, Fancy-girl,
but it will have to wait until later. Right now, I agree with you.”

Pumping his hips, he fucked her fast and hard. Her gasps and
pleadings urging him on. When the pressure in his scrotum was about to peak, he
reached around and found her clit with his fingers, stroking it with fervor.
Fancy screamed as an intense orgasm took hold. Her walls pulsated around him,
sending him over the edge a few thrusts of his pelvis later. Shouting his own
release, he did his best to draw hers out as long as possible while his legs
threatened to buckle and drop him on his ass.

His hands fell to the mattress on either side of her torso,
supporting his weight, while his lungs heaved for oxygen. As soon as he was
able, he unhooked the clasp keeping her bound wrists together and massaged her
arms and shoulders. The only sound in the room was their combined heavy
breathing. When his legs continued to protest his position, he reluctantly
pulled from her body and quickly discarded the filled condom.

Rolling onto her back, Fancy watched him through heavy
eyelids. As much as he wanted to lay down beside her, he had some aftercare to
do first. Entering the master bath, he retrieved a wet washcloth and a dry
towel to clean her with. He returned to find she had turned her body so her
head was resting on the pillows on her side of the bed.
Huh
. He liked
the sound of that. She owned that side of his bed, just like she owned his
heart.