Captive Ride(29)

If this is a quiet night, I’m wondering what a mash is.

“This what you wanted to see?” A low voice rumbles next to my ear. Michigan’s big body is behind me, close but not touching. A whiff of tobacco, spearmints, and warm male musk surrounds me. It’s intoxicating.

I don’t answer him right away but instead take in the entire room again. The men around the room are transfixed by the women dancing. A fire could be raging where Michigan and I are standing and no one would move. I’ve never seen a woman exercise this kind of power or be the subject of this kind of desire and adoration. Even if it is momentary, what a heady feeling.

“I didn’t know what I wanted to see,” I reply with heartfelt honesty. “But this is amazing.”





Chapter Five





Michigan


When Annie turns up at the clubhouse wearing Easy’s cuff, my first instinct is to shove her out of the granary and drive her back to the parish home. Then I would find Easy and beat him into the ground. It occurs to me that the beating won’t be a sufficient deterrent. What if he decides to spring this shit again? Bringing some innocent to the granary wearing his claiming cuff? He’s a fucking fool. Time to teach him a lesson.

It’s Wednesday and the regular mash takes place on Friday but there’s always something going on at the granary and tonight there’s a show. I lead her upstairs to show her exactly what being with a Death Lord entails so that I won’t have to kick her out. She’ll run out on her own, full up with horror. But now I can’t take my eyes off her.

She’s not what I expected.

Oh, she’s red as a beet but transfixed by what’s taking place. And aroused. Her hand is touching her pleasure points. Her throat, the top of her chest. She rubs a finger across her chest, getting deeper and deeper, lower until her fingertip disappears below the cotton of her neckline.

It’s a path I want to trace with my own tongue.

And the need to punish anyone has evaporated, replaced with a lust.

I don’t know what is turning her on right now but there’s no doubt in my mind that if I reached between her legs, she’d be wet. How wet is gonna drive me mad.

I counsel myself to calm the fuck down. Just because a strip tease and sex show turns her on doesn’t mean she’s ready to be sandwiched between Easy and me for even one night.

No matter how many lectures I repeat in my head, my brain has no control over my body. The lure of Annie is too great. My feet move and I find myself standing behind her, looming really. This close I can see the rapid rise and fall of her small chest.

“This what you wanted to see?” I ask.

Her breathy, forthright response shakes me. If she’s not going to resist, then how can I? I plant a hand against the wall, high above her head to prevent myself from ripping off her clothes and giving everyone else in the room something new to stare at.

“Ever been to an amusement park, Annie?”

She nods and fixates her doe eyes on me. It’s a good thing I’ve braced myself because being the primary focus of her attention is staggering. As she runs her hot gaze over my face, takes in my chest and then fixates on my obvious erection, I mentally recite the alphabet backwards. If I don’t gain some control, I’ll come in my pants like an inexperienced teenager looking at nudes on the Internet for the first time.

Her tongue darts out to taste her upper lip. I don’t know much about innocents but I do know what she’s thinking. She’s wondering how I taste. The needy look in her eyes is screaming for me to throw her down on the floor and take her.This is what made Easy leave his cuff behind. I want to cuff her too—cuff her to my side and never allow her to leave.

“Sex done the right way is like the rides at a park. Good sex charges your adrenaline and makes you scream out loud. Did you scream on the roller coaster, Annie?”

“Never rode one,” she says and her gaze drops down to stare at my crotch again.

That gaze is as powerful as a direct touch and I jerk in response. “Seems like there are a lot of things that you haven’t done.”

“That’s why I’m wearing the cuff.” She raises her right wrist. I want to slap my own on her bare left wrist and then bind them together while I fuck her like an animal. “It’s why I’m here.”

Voice hoarse, I corral my thoughts. “You understand that putting on that cuff means more than just watching a few strippers dance. It means getting on the roller coaster and riding it until the conductor says you can get off.”

“Are you the conductor?”

“Easy or me.”

She reaches and presses a hand on my chest right over my heart.