Crack the Whip (7 page)

“Mmm,” was all she said but heat blazed in her eyes. The whip always made her hot as hell.

“Yes, I know you like that. And I love to make your globes fiery hot with it.”

He picked up the whip and drew the thin strip through his fingers, almost like a caress. He trailed it across her ass, drawing an imaginary line along the crease where her ass met her thighs. Touching her pussy, he smiled at the moisture he found already gathered there. Oh, yes, he was sure his little sub was ready to beg for the first kiss of the lash.

Suddenly, even his boxer briefs were too constricting. He tugged them off one-handed and tossed them to the side.

Positioning himself at the foot of the table, Reece stood far enough away to allow the tail of the whip to strike properly.

He wrapped his fingers around his aching cock, raised his other hand and snapped the thin whip.

Crack!

The sound echoed in the room. India jerked even though he hadn’t touched her yet, simply cracked the whip in the air.

But the sound was arousing to her. And to him.

Crack!

This time he applied it to her flesh and the tail left a satisfyingly red stripe on India’s ass. One of those delicious little sounds he loved rolled from her throat, diffused by the fake cock in her mouth.

“Twenty again tonight,” he told her and chuckled. “I will count for you since your mouth is full.”

With each stroke her skin turned redder, her body twitched, and the little whimpers became one long moan. And Reece’s cock became so hard and engorged he wondered if he’d be able to hold off until he was ready for her to take him in her mouth.

When he reached twenty, he tossed the whip to the side and bent over to run his tongue along the heated flesh, stroking himself with the lightest touch. Already his balls felt as if bolts of lightning had struck them.

Katie, Katie, Katie. Keep watching.

Katie stood in the narrow passageway, staring through the tiny opening in the wall, her panties so wet she could actually catch the scent of her own arousal. She could hardly take her eyes away from Reece’s tall, lean body. Somehow, it looked even better than it had the first night she spied on him, each muscle clearly defined beneath the taut layer of skin.

She had such a strong sense that he knew she was watching. When his glance had swept over the spyhole, she’d felt the snap of the invisible connection they used to have.

He knows. He knows I’m here, and he’s showing me what
he wants to do to me.

Yes, Reece, I’m watching. And so hot I can hardly stand it.

He was using the single tail whip tonight, each
crack
reverberating through her body. She’d overheard him tell Clint one night that it was one of his favorites to use on his subs. That it had an earthiness about it that made him so hot and horny he was lucky he didn’t fuck himself blind. Each time he lifted his hand and smacked the tail of the whip across the buttocks of his sub, Katie jerked as if feeling it herself. She wished she was on that table. Wished she was the sub he was using the whip on.

Moisture soaked her panties and her nipples swelled almost to bursting. If only he knew.

From the first moment she’d walked into the clubs in Atlanta, the very eroticism of the BDSM had drawn her in a way she’d never thought possible. Over the years, she had given into the fascination and experimented, but never with clients of the clubs where she worked. She met people at munches she attended, but then on her computer researched and vetted them before allowing herself to be drawn into a relationship.

Her research had paid off, the information drawing her like a moth to a flame. She often worried that she was becoming a BDSM junkie. That it would interfere with her public persona, which was strong and self-assured. But that had never happened. The one time she’d sensed it creeping in, she was smart enough to walk away from the relationship.

She’d been with a total of four Doms, three of them very skilled. Her first master had trained her in the ways of a submissive, and she’d soaked it all up like a sponge. Most of her subsequent relationships had been fulfilling and emotionally satisfying.

Only the last one…he’d reminded her so much of Reece.

More than any of the others. So much so that she’d been fooled, finally wrenching herself away from the relationship with her inner self in shreds and tatters. She had never felt for any of them what she still felt for Reece Halliday, but deep inside she began to wonder if Reece would be that kind of Dom, so controlling that she became nothing but an extension of him. That fear hung around the edges of her mind, like a bee buzzing at a honeysuckle bush.

Still, watching him tonight, she knew she was willing to risk it because even after all this time and all that had happened,
he
was the one she wanted.

Whip me, Reece. Strap me to that table.

She watched him kiss the reddened skin, and she wanted it to be her skin his mouth was on. When he squeezed lube onto his forefinger, spread his sub’s buttocks and worked his way into her ass, she clenched her own cheeks, hungry for the feel of his finger there. One hand stole beneath the hem of her short dress and into her wet panties, seeking her aching clit.

Her fingers stroked her hot nub slowly as she watched Reece light a long red taper and hold it over India until the wax began to trickle down the sides. Then, like an artist painting on a canvas, he dripped it onto her back in lines matching the stripes on her buttocks, a careful zigzag. Katie was fascinated. None of her Masters had been into wax play, but she’d heard many subs rave about the sensation of the warm wax on their bodies and the heat it generated in their cunts.

She stopped caressing her body as Reece finished creating his design. She watched as his hand slipped between India’s thighs to her pussy. When he withdrew his fingers, they must have been wet because he took his time licking them, his swollen cock flexing in response. What he did next had Katie’s fingers moving again, faster, faster, stroking, pulling.

Separating the cheeks of India’s ass, he settled the candle in her anus, balancing it so it didn’t topple and burn her.

And then, and then…

And then he removed the fake penis from her mouth and slid his own between her lips. Restrained as she was, India didn’t have much room for movement, so Reece held her head between his large palms and fucked her mouth while the flame of the candle danced in the air.

Oh, my god!

Reece’s big body tensed, then jerked again and again as he spurted into his sub’s mouth. At that moment, Katie raked her nail across her clit and shoved two fingers into her wet channel as she brought herself to climax. When she was finished, she closed the privacy panel and leaned against the wall, breathing heavily, feeling the heat on her face.

I have to pull myself together.

Easier said than done. She needed a quick trip to her office right now to check herself, freshen her makeup…and maybe change into a dry pair of panties from the supply she always kept on hand. Carefully, she eased open the narrow door and covered the few steps to her office without encountering anyone. Locking herself in, she let out the breath she’d been holding.

She couldn’t keep spying on Reece, no matter how much of an obsession it was. She just couldn’t seem to stop herself.

If she didn’t pull herself together she might have to quit this job before she got fired.

Ever since her first foray into D/s Katie had wondered what things would have been like if she hadn’t run from the hotel room that day as if the demons of hell were chasing her. But she’d known nothing about the scene except for rumors, and the things Reece wanted to do had frightened her.

Big mistake.

She’d been able to keep her feelings at bay as long as so many miles separated them. Now she wanted him with an unaccustomed fierceness. Could she trust him not to swallow her up? Would she even have the chance? It was obvious he’d moved on with his life.

Only…why hadn’t he actually fucked his sub tonight?

Maybe he was still in the room with her, stimulating both of them, and he’d get around to it later. She tried to block the images out of her mind.

Get it together, Katie girl. He’s no longer available.

Giving herself ten minutes, she changed panties, checked her makeup, and ran a brush through her hair. Putting her public face in place, she opened the door, let out her breath…

And came face to face with Reece.

Having India suck him off had relieved the physical tension in Reece’s body but did nothing for the emotional strain. The only reason he’d been able to go through with the session at all as because he knew Katie was watching and he was performing for her. The entire time he’d been playing with his sub, he kept imagining Katie on the table. Her ass being whipped. Her back covered with the design in wax. And her pussy that he stroked and teased to bring her to climax.

Usually he used a selection of different toys, even applied the flogger after wielding the single tail whip to excite both himself and his sub again.

Tonight he did neither because, idiot that he was, he kept seeing Katie’s face. Felt her eyes on him. Did she know that she was the one he wanted? Was she still out there watching?

But a glance at the spy-hole showed him it was closed. Was she pleased with what she’d seen? Did it turn her on?

Damn.

If he didn’t cut this out he’d drive himself nuts. When he was dressed, he stood in the center of the room, trying to figure out what to do next. He could get a drink at the bar, as alcohol was allowed if a member wasn’t playing and he was definitely through for the night. But wherever he went he was sure to run into Katie. And then what?

Acknowledge he knew she’d watched? Pretend he didn’t know? Ignore it?

He’d told Clint he planned to make his move, see if they could recapture what they once had, but he was much more nervous about that than he wanted to admit. Even to himself.

Especially after knowing Katie had seen everything he did with India. Maybe he’d hide in Clint’s office for a while so he could put an acceptable plan together. Checking the room and himself one last time, he left and headed down the hallway to check on the lounge, first. He couldn’t have said what made him detour to the area where the offices were, but before he could reverse course, one of the doors opened and Katie stepped into his path.

He hadn’t felt this tongue-tied since he was a kid in high school asking her out for the first time. They stared at each other, tension crackling in the air, and the heat factor so high he wasn’t sure even air conditioning would be much help.

She recovered first. “Were you looking for me?”

Was that a hint of laughter in her eyes? A knowing look?

He cleared his throat. “As a matter of fact, I was. Do you have time for a cup of coffee? Maybe things will be a little easier between us this time.”

Smooth, Halliday. Real smooth.

But he looked in her eyes again and what he saw encouraged him. That
was
interest, right?

“Coffee would be nice. Just let me check on a few things first, and I’ll meet you in the lounge.”

By the time she joined him at the table, he’d rehearsed what he wanted to say at least ten times and forgotten everything. He rose when she approached, sitting when she did and pouring coffee for her. Silence descended while they stared at each other.

Get moving, asshole.

“I think maybe we got off on the wrong foot the other night,” he said, watching her reaction. “I want to apologize for my attitude.”

Her eyes widened. “Apologize? Reece Halliday apologizing?” A smile played at the corner of her lips.

“Okay, okay.” His voice was gruff. “So maybe I could have been a little less…” He searched for a word. “Arrogant?” Yes.

It was a smile. “Conceited? Egotistical?”

The smile widened. Maybe this wouldn’t be quite as impossible as he thought. God, he hoped not.

He nodded solemnly. “All that. So should I get on my knees?”

Now she actually laughed, and it seemed to break the tension between them. “I think this is the wrong place to ask me that. Let’s just talk and see how it goes.”

“Fair enough.” He swallowed his sigh of relief. He wanted to tell her he knew she’d been at the spyhole, but the words just wouldn’t come. “Clint tells me you’re doing a great job,”

he said at last, a lame opening gambit.

She smiled. “Thank you. He makes it very easy for me.

And the club is set up to exclude troublemakers.”

Reece nodded. “Before we opened Rawhide we designed the process for memberships and guest passes to eliminate the very possibility.”

“It’s a nice club, Reece.” She sipped her coffee. “I enjoy working here.”

Silence hovered between them.

“How have you…”

“Have you…”

They both spoke at once, grinned half-embarrassed.

“You first,” he told her.

“I just wanted to ask how you’ve been all these years,”

she said. “You look well.”

I’ve been missing you like crazy and not even realizing it.

He studied her for a long moment. “And you look more gorgeous than ever.”

He was rewarded by the blush that crept up her cheeks.

Then her lips curved into a tiny smile and her teeth caught at her lower lip in a gesture all too familiar. Despite the fact he’d ejaculated copious amounts less than fifteen minutes earlier, his cock hardened at once and strained against his fly.

“Thank you.” She picked up her cup again.

Nothing ventured, nothing gained.

“Katie,” he said. “I’d like it if we could get past this awkwardness. I know it’s there. So do you. When we…broke up…there were a lot of bad feelings between us.” He held up his hand when she opened her mouth to object. “All on me. I freely admit it. But I’d like to correct that.”
Would she tell him
now that she’d been watching him? No, that wasn’t her style.

Or was it? God, he was so fucking confused.

She set her cup down carefully in the saucer and looked directly at him. “Exactly how do you plan to go about it?”