As she approached, Colt excused himself from the couple. Dressed in a T-shirt and jeans, he strode over to her. “What is it?” he asked, clearly concerned by her sudden appearance.
She breathed in his distinctive masculine scent. Just his close presence made her look forward to when they would fuck again. He made every night special. Holding on to his arm, Kat whispered close to his ear. “Sheriff Bunty’s in reception. He wanted to take a look around, but I told him he couldn’t do that without a search warrant. I hope I did the right thing.”
Colt squeezed her shoulder. “You’re a star. What the fuck does that old asshole want this time? Tell him I’ll be there in two minutes.”
* * * *
“Sheriff Bunty, nice of you to drop in,” Colt said as he came through to reception. His irritation with Bunty was mounting daily, but he wouldn’t show it. He held out his hand. “Come, through, to my office, it’s a little quieter than out here.” He glanced at Kat. “If anyone needs me, tell them I’m otherwise indisposed.”
He guided the lawman into the room, and then closed the door. “So what can I do for you, Abe?” he asked as they both sat down.
The Sheriff removed his hat and smoothed his fingers over what little hair he had left. “The townsfolk are getting mighty vocal on what you’re running here, Colt.”
Colt relaxed in his chair. He hoped he gave the impression of not giving a fuck. “Just tell me what I have to do to get you off my back, Sheriff.”
“Son, are you propositioning an officer of the law?” Bunty drawled.
“Nothing of the kind.”
“Good, because if you were, I’d bust your balls.”
“I just want to know what it will take for you to leave me in peace.”
“Son, I’m coming up for retirement soon. My copybook is unblemished, apart from this here establishment lowering the tone of the neighborhood.” The Sheriff’s mouth twisted with distaste. “I want to leave my job with the respect and good wishes of the people of Fairfax. I want them to know I’ve done everything I can where your sorry ass is concerned.”
Colt breathed out. He figured the Sheriff wanted his head on a plate, just to appease the great and the good of Fairfax. “So, what do I have to do?”
“Close down.”
“That’s not gonna happen, Abe, and you know it. I’ve made sure I’ve done everything legal. There’s nothing you can do about Club Fusion. Just face facts, it’s here for good.”
“Then I’m gonna keep coming until I find something. People always slip up. There’s always something they overlook.”
“Abe, be careful what you say. You wouldn’t want me putting in a complaint for police harassment, would you?”
Sheriff Bunty stood and walked over to the door. “They’ll throw it out. I’m just doing my job. It’s what’s expected of me. If I find anything untoward, I’ll be here with a search warrant, guests or no guests. No need to get up, I’ll see myself out, Colt.”
Colt breathed out. Sheriff Bunty was not joking. He wanted to close his club down so he could retire with the blessings of Fairfax. He opened a drawer and pulled out a glass and a bottle of bourbon. He wouldn’t normally drink while on club duty, but the conversation had left a bitter taste in his mouth. He poured a good measure and put the bottle back in the drawer.
He swallowed a large shot. The fiery liquid quenched the anger that had built up inside him.
“That bad, huh?” Kat commented as she came into his office. She closed the door, then walked behind him and began massaging his tense shoulders. She certainly had a talent for it. Slowly the pressure ebbed as her fingers worked their magic on his taut muscles.
“The old bastard wants to close me down.”
“He can’t, can he?”
“I’ve made double sure I’ve done everything legal.”
“Then you’ve nothing to worry about.”
He smiled. “I guess you’re right, baby.” He pulled her onto his lap, and kissed her lips as he wrapped his arms possessively around her. “Thanks, you sure know how to calm a man.”
“Colt?”
“Yes?”
“You know you like the BDSM lifestyle.” Her fingers trailed over the sensitive flesh of his neck.
“Yes, baby. I’ve never hidden it from you, have I?”
Her lips pouted provocatively as she sought the right words to express what she wanted to say. “Well, I’ve been doing a lot of reading recently on the Internet, and it kinda intrigues me, too. I know we’d both get even more enjoyment from sex if I were to agree to be your submissive.”
Colt smiled at her. Kat wouldn’t quite look him in the eye. He guessed she was a little embarrassed of broaching the subject with him. Although he wanted that type of relationship with her more than anything, he didn’t think she was quite ready for it, yet. He clasped her chin with his finger and thumb and tilted her face, so she looked at him. Her lashes swept open as her gaze connected with his. Those beautiful hazel eyes melted his heart. God knows he wanted to possess her completely. For the past two months, he’d thought of little else. Now here she was offering her submission to him on a plate. So, why wait? Deep down he realized that the relationship would flounder if she didn’t want to embrace the BDSM lifestyle one hundred percent.
Kat was a headstrong woman, and although she’d been very open about her past since the day she’d told him about losing a child, he knew she didn’t quite trust him. He figured she thought he was exactly like all the other men she’d known. Just using her until something better came along. Well, that was not his style. He liked Kat. Damn it, you know it’s more than that, Colt.
When the time came, he would relish her being his sub. Bringing Katrina Masters into line would be an extremely pleasurable experience. His cock hardened at the mere thought of it.
“So, what have you learned?” he asked eventually as he hitched her skirt higher on her thighs. The creamy smooth skin of her legs looked inviting as he caressed the soft flesh with small strokes of his fingers.
“I read that there’s a contract,” she giggled, “of course, that’s…” She stopped talking when he pulled one from a drawer and placed it on top of the desk. Kat just stared at it. He guessed she thought it was a myth. Well, he’d push her all the way to see if she was genuinely interested.
“Shall we write one now?” he asked casually.
Chapter Eleven
Colt handed her a pen. Her heart rate accelerated as she looked at the contract. She’d read all about them on the Internet, but somehow just seeing one in front of her made her knees go weak. “Stop sitting on my lap and stand up. It will make it easier to fill the form in.” When she did as he asked, he lifted her skirt and began lowering her panties, sliding them down her legs and off her body. “You just have to fill in the blank spaces.” He smoothed his hands over her hips, sending a delicious rush of adrenaline through her veins. “In the first space write my name, and in the second space write your name. Then read the first paragraph out loud to me.”
“Okay.” Kat couldn’t believe she was actually filling in the contract. What the hell was she getting herself into? She gasped as Colt stood behind her and pressed his hand against her pussy. Colt was so exciting. Every time he made love to her he added extra levels of sensuality. Surely being his sub would be wonderful, too?
Her voice faltered as she read out the document. “I, Colt Donahue, hereinafter known as Master, do take into my care Katrina Masters, hereinafter referred to as sub. I promise to care for her and attend to all her needs. The sub promises to give their body unto the Master whenever they so desire. The Master may use the sub’s body as they see fit in all ways but those listed below.”
Every word she read filled her with growing excitement. What exactly would he do to her? Colt circled her clit with his fingers, and a moan tore from her lips. She knew her pussy was soaking wet. “The idea of being my sub turns you on, doesn’t it, Kat?” He slipped his fingers effortlessly inside her.
“Yes,” she whispered. She wanted him to possess her. To take her now over his desk.
“So what don’t you want me to do? I’m happy to negotiate.”
“Colt, I can’t think straight. What if someone comes in?”
He chuckled. “Kat, this is a sex club. I hardly think they’ll be worried. Besides, the door’s locked. If you don’t put any restrictions down that means I can do literally anything to you, so you really should think deeply about it. What didn’t you like reading about on the Internet?”
“I didn’t like the edgeplay. It would scare me.” The idea of being asphyxiated for sexual gratification was not to her taste. Thankfully, Colt was allowing her to choose how far they would go.
“Then put that in the box at the bottom, anything else?”
Her hand shook as she wrote on the contract. When she heard Colt unzip his jeans behind her, a pulse of pure need flooded her body. He pressed his hard cock against her bare ass. Already she felt as though the power had shifted between them. “Come on, baby, bend down, lean across the desk. I know you want me.”