The Strength of the Pack (Suncoast Society #30)(83)

And she could bring Kenny and Laurel to work when she needed to. The other two people staffing the office full-time brought their kids in.

She wouldn’t be making as much as she had been working full-time, but with all three men working, and with Jesse’s income going back up once he finished his degree in a couple of years, they wouldn’t really need her income.

It was more to keep her from going stir-crazy.

Completely alone-alone together in the hotel room they’d rented, Nate had to go Master on her ass to order her out of bed when she’d wanted to stay behind and have another round of f*cking. Tilly, Landry, and Cris would all be at the club tonight and they were supposed to meet up with them there.

Outside of sex, Nate had been hesitant to play with Eva even though she was completely healed, afraid of hurting her.

Eva was coming close to going switchy on his ass in protest.

She wanted to play, and yes, she was hoping Tilly and her men could talk some sense into Nate.

The first part of their evening was spent catching up with friends and going out to the office to show off baby pictures on their phones.

Eva was standing there with Seth and Leah when Tilly came out and got her. “Your Master calls,” she teased.

“Did you talk to him?”

“Oh, I warned him that mouthy little slaves go feral if they aren’t taken in hand often enough.”

“That’s the damn truth,” Seth agreed, earning him a playful poke in the shoulder from Leah.

When Eva returned to the dungeon, she found Nate at the table he usually used, already setting up for their scene. He crooked a finger at her and called her over, snapping his fingers and pointing at the floor in front of him.

She dropped to her knees, loving it when he grabbed her hair and forced her head back. “Someone’s been wanting to play,” he said.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Tilly assures me I won’t break you if I do.” He smiled. “That means I guess I should make up for lost time.”

Oh, f*ck. “Yes, Sir.”

He leaned in. “Then someone better get naked and climb onto my table.”

He released her, helping her up. Yep, she felt subspace creeping in already. Once she was facedown on the table, Nate securely tied her to it, including blindfolding her.

She wasn’t sure what he had planned, but the fact that he’d tied her legs wide apart hopefully meant orgasms in her immediate future.

He started out with some violet wand play, and that quickly dropped her all the way into subspace. She wasn’t a masochist but he derived sadistic pleasure from watching her struggling to please him, so he didn’t have to deliver a lot of pain.

Just enough of it.

He combined the violet wand with doing sadistic reflexology on her feet, quickly turning her brain to mush as she was both turned on and horny as well as crying from the pain.

That’s when he apparently set aside the violet wand. “Such a good girl,” he whispered in her ear.

Then he bit her on the ass, hard, making her cry out before she heard the Hitachi switch on and he pressed it between her legs.

Her entire body arched, straining against the ropes as the orgasm slammed into her. He held a hand over her mouth, two fingers between her lips, to help muffle the sound as she surfed her way through the first and strongest round of pleasure. After a couple of minutes of that, he started pairing the sadistic reflexology with the Hitachi, combining searing—and both temporary and harmless—pain in her feet with pleasure coursing through her clit.

Damn, he was good.

By the time he finally stopped and she lay there limp and trembling, she was thoroughly wrung out.

He untied her and wrapped a blanket around her before helping her sit up.

His playful smirk only made her horny again, despite what she’d just endured. “Better?”

She nodded. “Yes, Sir. Thank you.”

“Oh, you thank me now,” he said. “Just wait until we get back to the room.”





Yes, Tilly had nailed it when she’d pulled him aside.

After having seen his wife almost die, it was difficult for him to bring himself to playing with her the way he used to. He wanted to cherish her, not torture her.

Although, yes, torturing her a little was fun.

And, okay, yes, after finishing with her on the table he was hard as granite and aching to be balls-deep inside her.

That would have to wait until they returned to the room.

Once they did get back to the hotel, he immediately put her on her knees, waiting, while he stripped and got the Hitachi ready. Then he stripped her, sitting her in front of him on the floor at the end of the bed.

She opened her mouth, eager to go down on him. He held her by the hair, making her wait for it, beg for it, even.

Only then did he ease his cock into her mouth all the way to the root, making her wait a moment before allowing her back up. He made her—well, he supposed since she was eager to do it that “made” technically wasn’t the right word—lick his balls and take her time worshipping his cock, all with her hands bound behind her with rope.

When he knew he was close to blowing his load, he got her up and bent her facedown over the bed, feet on the floor. Slamming his cock home inside her, he grabbed the Hitachi. “Good girl,” he said as he flicked it on and reached around her with one hand, pressing it to her clit.