Red Handed(56)
Gracie stomped down the hall from the stairs and got in Cassandra’s face. “What about hurting her?”
“Drop dead, Gracie.” Cassandra shoved Gracie backward. “I’m sick of you treating me like something you scraped off the bottom of your shoe. You’re not the goddamn queen, and I’m sick of you acting like it.” She waved at Danielle. “I’ll catch up with you later.”
It was sweet of Gracie to stick up for her. She was like an ankle-biting Chihuahua going after a Doberman pinscher.
Danielle threw her arms around Gracie’s shoulders and led her down the hall. “She wasn’t really threatening me. When I was upset last night, Cassandra gave me some advice. Of course, immediately after, she convinced me to negotiate a scene with Logan and then tried to get me in trouble with Cole.”
“Sounds like something she’d do. Whatever advice she gave you, I hope you did the opposite, because that girl only thinks about herself. The fact that he’s falling for you hard has got to be eating her up inside.” Gracie began walking down the steps.
Danielle hurried behind her. “Falling for me. Why do you think that? Did he say anything to you?”
Laugher spilled from Gracie’s lips. “Master Cole’s different around you. He’s more . . . attached. I’ve lived with him for years, and never has he spent so much time with one slave. I’ve got my money on you two.”
At the bottom of the stairs, she pulled Gracie in close to whisper into her ear. “I can’t tell you everything, but I will say, he broke his rule with me. Several times.”
“You mean you and him . . . ?” Gracie’s eyebrows rose. “That’s huge. And speaking of huge, you are so frickin’ lucky.” She spread her hands a foot a part from each other. “I bet he needs magnum-sized, am I right?”
Her stomach twisted, and nausea hit.
“Danielle? Are you okay?” Gracie asked.
Her mind raced. “Yes, I just remembered something. No big deal.”
In all the chaos, she’d forgotten her birth control pills in Arizona.
One would think that would’ve been the first thing on her mind when she discovered she’d be infiltrating a sex club, but Tasha’s kidnapping had driven all rational thought from her head. She counted back and figured she had only missed a handful of pills.
It would be fine. She’d simply make sure they used condoms in the future.
“Danielle,” Cole said from behind her.
Breathless, she flipped around. “Good morning.” Noticing the trainees watching their interaction, she added, “Master.”
He leaned in as if he was going to kiss her but stopped before he made contact, sliding a glance at the trainees. “It is. I never got to show you how your pictures turned out. Since you have a few minutes before class begins, why don’t we go to my office and I’ll show you now?”
As the folds of her sex dampened, she shoved her concerns about the lack of condoms to the back of her mind. It had only been six hours since he was inside of her, and she could still feel him. Yet as sore as she was, she couldn’t wait for him to fill her with his cock once again.
The trainees whispered to each other as Cole led her by the hand through the kitchen. She shrugged it off. Between having her shout out his name last night and this display of ownership, Cole obviously wanted everyone to know she belonged to him.
He brought her to his office and closed the door behind them. Then he crossed the room and reclined in his chair behind his desk, looking devilishly pleased with himself. “Pull up your skirt and sit on my lap.”
Her jaw dropped, and heat climbed her nape. “But I’ll get your pants wet.”
He patted his leg. “They’ll dry. But I’ll have your pussy’s scent on me all day to keep me company while I go downtown to see my banker.”
She glided to him, slowly lifting her skirt and revealing her bare skin underneath. “People are talking about us.” With her skirt around her waist, she settled sideways on his lap. “Cassandra mentioned something, and Gracie—”
He covered her lips with two of his fingers. “You’re not my dirty little secret. I want everyone to know. For as long as you are here, you belong to me and no one else. No hands-on training for you unless I’m present.”
She thought about arguing with him, but it wasn’t worth it. She didn’t want to play with anyone other than Cole, even if it was pretend. Besides, she really didn’t need to learn much more, as she wouldn’t be in the lifestyle once she got her stepmother home safe.
His hand covered the mouse, and he clicked on the screen, bringing up dozens of pictures. Most of them were limited to a single body part. Similar to the ones on the dungeon wall, they were in black and white with a pop of color. But instead of coloring an object such as a flogger, he’d used the wax. The mounds of her breasts were tipped with nipples the color of raspberries. The folds of her sex—her labia, her vulva, even the pearl of her clitoris—were colored pink and looked like the petals of a rose. He’d performed magic, turning her body into a work of art.