On Her Master's Secret Service (Masters and Mercenaries #4)(62)

She needed the Dom, but with a twist. He’d tried to shelter her before, but now he knew she was more than a sweet thing to protect. She was a partner.

He smacked her ass with the flat of his hand. His Eve could take a hell of a lot more than what was about to happen here. He let his guilt slide away. They had a job to do, and he was suddenly looking forward to it because she was here with him.

“This is the heart of BDSM, the connection between Dom and submissive. She is here to serve me. Right now, it pleases me to discipline her.” He gave her five quick smacks, the sound cracking through the air. A pretty pink immediately flushed across her skin.

Every eye was on them and Sean moved in. He was quiet, moving with a negligent grace. His hands were quick, sliding in and out and moving on to the next man while every single one of them, including Chazz and Jesse, kept their eyes on Eve’s ass.

Another quick five slaps before he reached into his bag and pulled out a deerskin flogger. The falls were soft and supple, a work of art, alternating dark brown and flesh colors.

“What exactly is that, Master A?” The second of the men leaned across the table as though trying to get a better look at the toy in his hand. Sean took the time to lift the idiot’s wallet.

“This is a flogger.” He turned and brutally brought the implement down on Eve’s ass.

It was perfect because it made a harsh sound but the deerskin falls were buttery soft. He could strike her all day and she would just sigh at the massaging effect. But there was no way to mistake the men’s interest. They believed he was assaulting his slave, and it was doing something for them.

Over and over he brought the flogger down on her flesh, his wrists moving in a familiar pattern. He made a figure eight with his hand, carefully placing each blow though he knew damn well he wasn’t hurting her. Eve was very likely getting frustrated. His sweet sub liked more of a bite than he was giving her, but he needed her with him and not lost in subspace. He reached down, sliding his hand under the neck of her blouse to find her nipple. She wasn’t wearing a bra so it was easy to tweak her breast and make sure she stayed with him.

There would be time enough for her to slip into subspace later when he f*cked her hard. Yeah, he was going to do that and soon. He was done denying them both.

He worked her, going through the motions, the pattern familiar and comforting. This was just a warm up, but it was all he needed for this very vanilla crowd. Eve’s ass was a pretty pink, a nice sheen making the flesh slightly shiny. So f*cking hot.

His dick was throbbing, just begging him to move on. She was tied down, and he could have her any way he wanted. He could order her to open her mouth and she would. He could force his dick in and out, sliding and slipping against that hot tongue of hers. She would take his come. He was off the f*cking leash he’d been on for five years.

But he restrained himself because they were working.

He placed his hand on the globes of her ass. They were warm from the flogging. “This is the beginning of our scene. If we were actually performing, I would move her to a St. Andrew’s Cross. Of course, it would be necessary for my slave to wear a thong and nipple covers. We could run into trouble with public nudity.”

Chazz frowned, but his eyes were still on Eve’s ass. “We can be a private club and then she can be naked.”

Chazz was an idiot. Kristen had picked her club well. As far as his research had gone, Evans had clubs like this across the country, but she’d picked this one because Chazz was reckless. He was a small-time crook who’d made some big-time connections, but he didn’t have a brain in his head.

“If we’re a private club, how the hell are you going to effectively move our friends’ product?”

The Jersey boy shook his head as though trying to understand what he’d just said.

Asshole Narcoterrorist Number Two, however, seemed to understand immediately. “We need a crowded club. We need people to sell to, but I still don’t see how this is going to work. Why would we need some sex show?”

Number One concurred. “It was quite lovely, and I can see a whole industry attached to it. The Master could properly train our whores, but I don’t see how this helps us move product.”

Product being drugs. He was right. They were moving drugs through the clubs and funding their organizations.

“I, uhm, I think it’s just a unique idea,” Chazz said. “Mikey likes it. It was really his idea to go with the kinky theme.”

Alex smiled, showing just a little hint of teeth, a predatory expression. “Gentlemen, if you would please check your wallets.”

Quizzical expressions came across their faces and four sets of hands immediately went for their jacket pockets.

The Middle Eastern man frowned ferociously. “You bastard.” His expression cleared, his dark eyes rolling. “Ah. Very effective. Could I have my wallet back now?”

Sean stepped forward, placing the wallets back on the table. “Of course, gentlemen. I promise this was for show only.”

“Show?” Chazz was getting red in the face as he looked through his wallet.

Idiot. Alex placed a hand on Eve’s ass, loving the connection even as he stared down a group of hostiles, Chazz included. The terrorist group seemed to have caught on. They were talking quietly amongst themselves.

“Yeah, boss,” Jesse said with a nod, proving he was smarter than Chazz. “You know. It’s what you planned all along. You were going to show our guests the power of having a nightly show.”