Protege(68)

A sharp brow lifted. “Are you a good girl?”

“Y-yes.”

“Spread your legs and show me that *.”

Collette stared at her, throat dry. Lea slowly unzipped the side of her dress and let it fall to the floor in a whoosh. Her foot kicked it out of the way. “Word of warning, Collette, when someone clearly more dominant than you tells you to do something, do it.”

Collette parted her legs and looked up, her eyes closing as she faced the ceiling. The scrape of the other woman’s trimmed nails teased her folds as Lea leaned into her, their breasts brushing against each other.

“I asked you to show me. Take your fingers and open yourself.”

She didn’t know if she was aroused or terrified, but her hands slowly went to her sex and parted her slit. Lea’s finger slipped deep in her *, twisting and zeroing in on her G-spot. A guttural moan slipped from Collette’s throat as her knees buckled.

“You’re soaking wet,” Lea whispered. “I wonder, is it because a woman’s touching you or because you’re that much of a slut for domination and I gave you an order?”

Her shoulders lowered at the term slut and Lea chuckled. “I’ll tell Jude to put in your paperwork that being called a slut doesn’t work for you.” Her finger withdrew. “My apologies. Shall we?”

Collette stared at her, fear freezing her muscles and making it impossible to move. Lea’s fingers intertwined with hers as she tugged her away from the wall. With staggering steps, she let the other woman drag her into the room.

The conversation stilled the moment the men noticed them. Three sets of hungry eyes stopped her progress completely. Lea’s hold disappeared as her posture shifted. Collette watched, thoroughly confused, as the woman went to Ezra’s side and kneeled at his feet.

“Collette,” Jude called, and she eagerly went to him—her sanctuary—she hoped.





Chapter Ten


Jude’s protective nature spiked the moment she entered with Lea, both women unclothed. Lea went to her husband, assumed a submissive pose, and waited while Collette hesitated. Sensing she was overwhelmed, he held out a hand for her. “Collette.”

Relief softened her expression as she hastily walked to him, her eyes not downcast but her gaze locked with his. She wore nothing but his bracelet and a pair of pewter heels. When she reached him, he kissed her cheek and whispered, “Good girl.” Her body lowered as she folded gracefully to her knees.

His cock thickened as pride inflated his ego. The other men took note of her beautiful submission, her devoted gift, the way she voluntarily placed herself in his service, not by force or pressure, but as the result of an emotional exchange they’d developed through lengthy conversations and careful communication. It was indeed a sublime privilege.

His hand swept over her hair and cupped her jaw, expressing how her devotion pleased him. She was an incredible woman, smart, clever, and brave. She was his sweet Georgia peach, soft and delicate, but also a touch tart. It was a pity such dedication was reserved for someone else and this gift would eventually be revoked. The thought made him want to stop time and gorge on her mind and body.

He held out a hand and her fingers trustingly slipped into his grip as he pulled her from the floor. His palms slid over her hips to her rear as he kissed her passionately, more intimately than he would usually allow, but he wanted to deliver a message to the others—she was his—on this night at least.

Her fists balled in his shirt as she hummed against his lips, her tongue eagerly meeting his. He squeezed the supple flesh of her ass, his cock throbbing and thickening as it pressed against her.

“Jude,” she whispered, voice breathless.

As his body responded to the familiar use of his name, thrilling at the closeness it represented, he had the unfortunate job of protecting himself. He tucked her hair behind her ear and whispered so only she could hear. “Tonight you will address me with a term of authority, Sir or . . .” It wasn’t right for him to request she address him as Master, not when this was temporary. It would mislead both of them. “Sir will be fine.”

Revoking her right to call him Jude definitely sent a message, but he wasn’t sure which one. Her eyes studied him and she slowly nodded, her mouth curving slightly as she whispered, “Mon Monsieur.” My Sir.

Heat filled him as she surprised him, pleasing him once more. That was his good girl, his peach. “Tu es ma bonne fille, ma pêche Géorgie.”

Her gaze softened with a smile as she brushed her face to his chest like a cat wanting to be petted and adored. And she would be.

Bracing himself, he held her loosely and gazed over her shoulder, meeting Ezra’s eyes. His friend gave his wife a command to stay and slowly approached. When Ezra crept behind Collette, she tensed, her eyes searching Jude’s. He nodded. Permission was granted, as this was a necessary experience in the completion of her application.

Ezra’s fingers slowly closed over her upper arms, holding her in place as he brushed a kiss to her shoulder. “I finally get to taste that peach of yours,” his friend whispered.

Collette’s eyes were large as she took a step back, watching Jude as her breasts rose with each heavy breath while another man slowly fondled her. Being that it was Ezra, he had a mild tolerance for what he was seeing; however, another large and suddenly raging part of him wanted to punish her and rip the other man’s hands from her body.