Binding Her to Him (Dupree Investigations Book 1) Page 5

  “Who told you about the club?” the detective asked.

  It was stupid to think it could be that easy, but some people just weren’t smart enough to keep their mouths shut.

  “I got the information from Ava’s friend, Sloane Wabash. She feared for her life, so I reassured her everything would be okay. But, she’s still pretty adamant someone will kill her, why we aren’t sure. Plus, one of my employees found out some information from one of our…sources.”

  “Let me get this straight, we have a scared shitless witness and a crappy nightclub to look into, plus some source you’re tight lipped about?” Kennedy turned her attention to Phoenix, pinning him with a glare of impatience. “Ava and Sloan go to this club and—”

  “It was a Spring Fling going away party,” Phoenix added. “Sloan had been home for Spring Break before heading back to New York for school. The source supports everything the friend said.” Ava’s parents suspected every one of their daughter’s friends in her abduction, including Sloan Wabash.

  “O-kay,” she said, giving him a perplexed look. “Why wasn’t she with Ava at the end of the night?”

  “According to Sloan, Ava met someone at the club and told her not to worry about it,” he answered. “Sloan had an early flight the next morning and trusted her friend was in good hands.” He closed the file in his hands, and narrowed his eyes. “Look, once she started talking, she didn’t stop.”

  “Must be your charming personality and ability to make females feel safe around you,” she quipped. “Anyway, back to the task at hand. The girl overdoses on a drug called Twilight, and we have an ex-boyfriend, who looks fishy as fuck, but has an airtight alibi.”

  “Pretty much,” Phoenix answered blowing out a breath of frustration. “Everything we have here points to an accidental overdose. Ava partied too hard and paid the price for it.” That answer didn’t sit right with Phoenix, but without another death, or some yellow brick road of clues pointing them in the right direction, there wasn’t anything neither he nor Kennedy could do.

  “Damn it,” Kennedy snapped.

  He sighed. “I wish we had more.”

  “There has to be something you’re not telling us.” Frustration filled her tone.

  “We have about as much as you,” he answered. “I wish the bread crumbs existed to find her killer. However, they don’t.”

  “So we’re going into this club as a couple to scope out the place?” she asked. He hated hearing the defeat in her voice.

  “I think we shouldn’t go in with a plan at all. We should have a little fun and see what turns up. If we’re fortunate enough to walk out with the drug, then we’re golden. If not; we figure this out another way. Either way, we get one shot,” he replied. When he suggested the plan to Argies, he knew the circumstances were less than optimal. However, until they caught a break in the case, which might not happen, this was all they had.

  “You’re right,” she said. “As much as I hate saying that.”

  Reaching for her, he caught himself and fisted his hands. “We’ll meet at my place tomorrow night at eight. Don’t be late. We have work to do, if you’re going to pose as my submissive.”

  Chapter Six

  Kennedy was impatient. Staring at her reflection in bathroom mirror, she sighed. She needed to relax. She needed to forget about the case for a couple of hours and just unwind.

  God how did everything get so out of control? “You’ve got to make this right, Le Roche,” she said to her reflection.

  Switching off the light in her bathroom, she walked back into her living room, grabbed her keys out of the bowl by the door and snatched a light coat off the hook before flipping off the light. Although she wasn’t ready to play with Phoenix, she knew she had a job to do and had promised to meet Phoenix at the club.

  On the drive over, she tried to think about her childhood. Her father wasn’t affectionate. It was her mother who showed her love. Birthdays and holidays were celebrated with her. She tucked her in after a bad dream…took care of her when she’d been sick. But, when she passed away, everything changed.

  Walking down the steps into the club, Kennedy stopped short when she saw a large man standing at the door. Shirtless, his arms were crossed over his broad chest, his vibrant tattoos stood out in contrast to his tanned flesh. Kennedy swallowed hard. Glancing up at the harsh planes of his face, she saw his lips were set in a grim line and his chocolate colored eyes held a hardness to them. Stepping out of the tunnel and into the main area, she watched his features soften and a wide smile spread across his lips.

  “Kennedy,” he greeted her, his gruff voice vibrated through her. “I’m York.”

  “York,” she arched her brow. “Good to meet you. Is your official duty holding up doors?”

  “Cheeky, I like that about you Kennedy. Are you here to play tonight?”

  “Uh, well.” She fidgeted under the narrowing of his gaze. How was he able to do that to her? “Maybe? No. Fuck. Yes, Phoenix is waiting for me.” With one look, York made her feel like a misbehaving child.

  He laughed, visibly relaxing in front of her. “He’s in one of the rooms back that way.” He pointed in the direction of Vulture’s Row.

  “Great, thanks.”

  Kennedy walked down one hall then another. The place was like a maze. While moving through the cobblestone passageways, she tried to come up with what to say to Phoenix. Sure, she could work it all out in her head, but what she thought and what would really happen were two different things. Taking another right, she could hear the sound of leather striking flesh and sex. With the low light and deep throbbing bass of electronic music flowing through the speakers in the walls, she felt as though she’d been down the same path twice.

  “Master Jagger,” a submissive moaned from one of the rooms near Kennedy. The sound of wet flesh slapping together filtered through her senses as the girl whined. “Oh, right there. Harder. Oh fuck.” The submissive’s lust-filled voice skirted across Kennedy’s flesh.

  Peering into the room closest to her, Kennedy gasped. The girl was attached to a bench of some sort, her ass high in the air. Behind her, Jagger’s leathers hung loosely off his waist. His gloriously masculine flesh was covered in a sheen of sweat. With each thrust, the muscles in his back bunched and stood out in relief against the taut skin. Kennedy licked her lips. She’d never seen anything so excruciatingly arousing and thoroughly intriguing. She should turn away—not be so intrusive, but no matter what the rational side of her brain said, the fascinated voyeuristic side demanded she watch.

  “I could give you that, baby. And so much more.” Phoenix flexed his hips, grinding his steel hard rod into the cleft of her ass, startling her. “Just say the word.” Oh God how she wanted to just forget about everything, drop trou and bend over.

  “Phee, not now,” she whimpered, when the pad of his thumb slid across the underside of her breast then settled over her stiff peak.

  “Just a few minutes baby.” He nipped her neck letting his fingers trail farther down her body. “Watch Jagger and Felicia,” he commanded.

  Her will was his. She gave over to him in an instant, riveted to the scene unfolding before them. Both of Jagger’s large hands were holding Felicia’s hips, while his thrusts were long forceful strokes meant to keep her on edge. The palm of Phoenix’s hand pressed low against Kennedy’s belly, moving south ever so slightly. Her breath hitched, and she licked her lips. “Phee?”

  “Shh, just watch baby. I’ll take care of you.” With a flick of his wrist, her pants were open and his fingers were sliding between her wet folds. A rough groan passed his lips. “So hot and wet. I can’t wait to bury my dick deep inside you.” Running his thumb over her clit, Phoenix plunged two broad fingers into her tight channel. Kennedy squealed, trying to adjust to their invasion, but she only succeeded in pushing him deeper into her.

  “I can’t,” she cried, writhing against him. Electricity zinged through her body, setting her blood on fire and forcing her brain to shut down. The kno
t of pleasure in her belly grew in excruciating proportions with each swipe of his finger across the sensitive patch of tissue.

  “You can and you will.” Pulling back, he worked her engorged nub, flicking and tugging the little bead until she was right on edge and shuddering with each tweak of his fingers. “Feel how you tighten around me, baby? Your pussy is milking my fingers.” He kissed her temple and spoke again. “It’s my favorite part about being deep inside you. It’s like heaven. Keep watching them. I think Jagger is close.”

  Jagger leaned over his partner, his left hand squeezing her breast and pinching her nipple with each flex of his hip. The sounds they made were erotic and salacious—nasty to the point of being hot all over again. Kennedy shuddered in Phee’s arms. She felt her cunt clench, and a fresh wash of her juice coated his fingers. “Oh, fuck, Phee.” She clung to him. Her hands wrapped around his bicep to keep her upright.

  She was right on the pinnacle of one powerful orgasm. Slowly it built, churning deep inside her until she couldn’t think any longer. Her blood shot through her body, her heart pounded against her ribs. Kennedy wanted to close her eyes, but she couldn’t look away. There was no way she’d miss this.

  “Now baby, come on my fingers.” His teeth locked around the sensitive flesh of her neck and she shot off like a rocket. Her screams echoed off the cobblestone walls surrounding her and mingled with those from the submissive before her and Jagger’s shouts. Phee’s chest molded her back and his rough growl of satisfaction sent her tumbling again. “Damn baby,” he whispered turning her face. His lips covered hers in a demanding kiss.

  Melting against his body, she sank into him and gave over to him. Standing there, she flew in his arms as she came down from her climax. She hadn’t even heard Jagger move toward her. “Enjoy yourself, Kennedy?” Jagger quirked a brow and gave her a shit eating grin.

  Heat infused her cheeks and she looked away. “I was looking for…”

  “I see you found him,” Jagger teased, carrying the girl out of the room. “I’ll be back shortly.”

  Burying her face in the crook of Phoenix’s neck, she felt a chuckle bubble up in her chest. What a sight she must make. “Thank you,” she whispered.

  “Not a problem, Darlin’. How about you wait for Jagger and meet me in my room, in say fifteen minutes?” He wiggled his brows at her and slapped her ass before stepping away and disappearing down the hall, leaving her to figure out what the fuck just happened.

  ****

  Opening up the cabinets, Phoenix started pulling out the supplies he’d need for the evening. His erection bulged at the front of his pants, pressing painfully against the teeth of his zipper. Next time I’m wearing a pair of leathers that tie in front. This is fucking torture.

  After grabbing the small anal plug and the large rabbit vibrator out of the next cabinet, he walked over to his work table. He placed the items next to the lube, confident things would go better tonight.

  Phoenix moved over to the second cupboard and picked out the cat-o-nine tails, checking the tacks at the end. He set out the rest of his equipment, including one of the harshest sets of nipple clamps he had, then sat down in the oversized leather wingback chair. Slouched slightly, he crossed his ankles and folded his hands in his lap. The expression on his face took on the quality of being bored, when in fact he was anything but.

  Anticipation rushed through his body. He could still hear Kennedy take her pleasure as her cream coated his fingers. A grin tugged at his lips when the sound of footsteps and the echo of his best friend’s voice filled the cobblestone hall.

  A happiness he hadn’t felt in years bloomed and spread through the middle of his chest. God, he needed her so badly. He remembered the feeling of waking up in her arms when they were younger and sighed. It was better than warm summer days spent by the lake and hot southern nights tangled in sweat covered sheets.

  “So, are you ready for this?” Jagger asked, standing at the doorway of Phoenix’s room.

  “Honestly, no.” Kennedy’s voice sounded husky and a bit relaxed.

  “Well I’m sure Phoenix is going to do you right.” Tugging her into the room, Jagger stopped her just under the shackles attached to the room’s rafters. “She’s all yours, Phoenix.”

  Hell yes, she was.

  He pushed out of the chair and stepped toward her. So willing. So ripe for the picking. His little spitfire. Phoenix ran his finger down her cheek and smirked. “Isn’t she the most beautiful submissive you’ve ever seen?”

  “Yes, she is,” his friend agreed.

  Circling around her, he stopped to glance at Jagger. “She’s overdressed.” The look on Kennedy’s face was priceless. “Tell me, do you like to be watched? You certainly get off on being a naughty voyeur.” He toyed with her. Teased her. “I-I don’t know?” Phoenix watched a blush tinge her cheeks and her nipples pebble against her shirt. “I might like it a little bit, maybe.”

  “Good,” he ran the pad of his thumb over her cheek. “What about hard limits? I know you liked it when I flogged you. Is there anything you don’t like, baby?”

  “Knives, I don’t want any blood play.” Kennedy’s voice was stronger now, her gaze heavy with lust. He watched the pulse at her neck speed up with each second that ticked by.

  “Jagger, why don’t you help our little subbie undress?” Crossing his arms, Phoenix waited. He saw the brief flash of fear cloud Kennedy’s eyes, then her stubborn determination settled in. “That’s my girl. You know you’re safe here. Nothing will happen that you don’t want.”

  Kennedy gasped when Jagger’s fingers skimmed her sides as he worked her shirt over her head. Her full round breasts were incased in white lace and sheer material, leaving nothing to the imagination. Jagger cupped her tits, bunching them together before squeezing them hard. Her pink nipples stood at attention against the fabric, and Phoenix’s mouth watered with each pluck of his best friend’s fingers. “Damn her breasts are the perfect hand full,” Jagger said. Unclasping her bra, he let the straps slide down her shoulders and past her hands.

  “You like his attention, baby?” Kennedy nodded and he groaned. “I knew it. Your nipples are so hard right now. They’re beautiful. Just like you.”

  Her jeans were next. Jagger took his time running his finger along the waist of her pants, then dipping into them. Kennedy’s breath quickened. Her body trembled. Phoenix watched as Jagger undid the buttons and pulled the zipper down. He held his breath waiting to see if her panties would match her bra or if they would be a different color. Pulling the jeans open, Jagger exposed a matching pair of panties. Phoenix could see her wetness gathering on the sheer covering. Taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes and counted to ten, trying to rein in his self-control. At that moment, all he wanted to do was throw her on the bed across the room, and rut inside her until his cum filled her up and she was screaming his name.

  “Damn she’s hot,” Jagger’s soft growl had him opening his eyes. There on the floor in front of him was his girl. Her panties were gone, and she was in the perfect submissive pose. Her thighs were spread in invitation. Her hands were resting palm up on her legs, and her head was bowed.

  “Fuck that’s hot. I could eat you up,” he grunted crouching in front of her. Tipping her chin up, he pressed his lips to hers. A possessive growl filled his chest as he deepened the kiss. “Why don’t you take a seat, Jagger. I think Kennedy and I will take it from here and give you a little show.”

  After helping Kennedy up, he guided her over to the shackles hanging from the cross beam a few feet above her head. Phoenix lowered the beam, allowing the cuffs to brush her fingers then returned to his spot beside her. Fucking perfect.

  Lifting her arms above her head, his fingers skimmed over her soft skin, reveling in the natural response she had to his touch. Her blue eyes darkened with desire when he wrapped the shackles around each wrist, closing them in place. With a push of a button, he retracted the cross beam. Phoenix let her hang there, the tips of her toes brushing the floor
as she swayed. Then he took a step closer to her, palming her breast in his hand, plumping it and testing its weight. His thumb and forefinger pinched the tight bead until she cried out.

  “Phee, please,” she whispered.

  “Try again, baby. Who am I?” Pressing a kiss to her neck, he made his way up and across her jaw to her full lips. Swiping his tongue against the seam, he nibbled, drawing out the submissive he knew lurked just below the surface.

  “Please, Sir,” she murmured arching her body to him.

  “Please, what, Kennedy?” He could feel the slight tremble work through her with each word he spoke. “Please stop? Please let you come? Please fuck you?”

  She licked her lips and closed her eyes. “Everything,” Kennedy sighed.

  “In due time, sweetheart.” Phee dove in. His tongue tangled with hers, and he moaned. It was sweet, sensual and seductive. He slanted his mouth over hers, trying to drag her deeper into him.

  She was drowning, submerged in a tidal wave of pleasure that Kennedy knew only Phoenix could give her. Moaning, she tried her damnedest to get closer to him. But shackled like she was, it was almost impossible. She whined when she couldn’t mold herself against him. “Phee. I get it okay. Now touch me.”

  Though the man looked like he could break her in half, Jagger had been infinitely careful with her. He had primed her already raging libido into a tumultuous inferno. Her skin was ultrasensitive to each touch. Even the light breeze from the air condition caressed her body and did nothing to calm the tidal wave of sensations coursing through her.

  “Patience, Kennedy. I want you to burn for me. I want to erase your first memory of being here. I want this to be good.”

  The words, ‘hurry up,’ were right on the tip of her tongue. Phoenix deliberately took his time, using his contact to keep her right on edge. “Yes, Sir,” she relented.