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  He played with both breasts and her body arched as she made the sweet sounds he loved. His lips and tongue went to her other nipple and his hands went to her ass. He massaged and played along the crevice never touching her precisely where she wanted, leaving her anticipating what would come next.

  He loved the play and the calculated skim of his hands over a subs body. The smell of arousal and bringing a woman to a fevered pitch turned him on. He took his time and mentally blocked out the growing crowd as Penny's cries became louder.

  Slowly he used a finger to delve along her feminine folds swirling in the growing wetness she provided. Her thighs tenses and her muscles flexed as his knowing fingers continued to explore. Her breathing grew harsher and his finger slowly slid inside her pussy ringing a strangled cry from her lips.

  He stopped the movement of his finger and stood to whisper in her ear, "Oh baby, slow down and control your body. Remember my rules." He kissed her again and began the slow movement of his finger while using his mouth on one of her nipples.

  Penny's entire body began to squirm and her hips bucked against his hand. He removed his fingers.

  "Shhh, my sweet, I want you yearning for release but you will hold back."

  He kissed slowly down her body ending at the juncture of her thighs and used two fingers to spread her labia so his tongue could lick across her clit.

  "Awe, I can't take it." Her cry was desperate.

  "Yes you can. Hold on." He demanded.

  "No master no, I can't." Penny went over the edge. Bran could feel her vaginal walls pulse against his finger and he allowed her orgasm to finish before backing away.

  "You my dear have been a naughty sub."

  "I'm sorry Sir." Her head was down and her breathing uneven.

  "We will try again, but first you will be punished."

  Brand removed a leather braided crop from the wall and Penny whimpered when he walked toward her. First, he ran the cow hide flap down the side of her face continuing over her body, down her chest, over her pelvic bone and between her legs. She let out another whimper as the tip passed over her highly sensitized pussy. Stepping back, he let the first strike land against the front of her thigh.

  "Augg." Her body jumped.

  "Don't lock your muscles or the pain is more intense." The second strike took her across the stomach. He used the crop in a steady rhythm along her torso but avoided her pussy and breasts. This was a penalty for not obeying his commands and not about pleasure. He wanted her to control her orgasm and hold back.

  "We are going to start again Penny but this time you will fight your release. It should be easier now that your sweet pussy has been satisfied. What do I want Penny?"

  "My pleasure sir."

  “Yes, Penny, I want all your pleasure and I don’t wish to share with the people watching.

  “Yes sir.”

  This time he began by kissing her red striped stomach and thighs using his moist tongue to ease the sting. If she disobeyed again her would turn her around and stripe her bottom and the backs of her thighs. He wanted her to fight her body no matter how far he pushed. The thought made his dick throb painfully.

  Penny held on for thirty minutes and he finally let up.

  "Oh my sweet you have been so good and your body is beautiful at this moment. Your pussy is swollen and dripping just waiting for me. Hang on a little longer and I will give your body what it needs."

  He removed Penny from the cross and carried her to the alcove set up behind the station. She sobbed in his arms her mind and body completely his. He kissed her forehead and cheek before settling on her mouth. From a side table he leaned over and picked up a sub blanket which he placed around her.

  Her trembling finally slowed as he massaged her arm and leg muscles to relieve the strain from the cross.

  "We’re going to my suite where I will lick your pussy until you go over the edge and then I will fuck you for hours."

  She was too overwhelmed to respond and he picked her up and began walking out of the club. Before he reached the exit doors which led to the elevators he felt eyes following him. He turned and looked into Willow’s cold glare. His gaze traveled to her breasts and he admired their perfection before moving slowly upwards. Anger, doubt, and an edge of desire showed on her face causing his mouth to quirk slightly. He pulled Penny tighter against his body and placed a soft kiss to the top of her head. He then looked back at Damian’s sister.

  “Does it make you feel strong when you beat a woman?”

  He inhaled sharply at her startling question but humor won out, "There seems to be something you don't understand about this lifestyle." He fought to keep his laughter under control. "Everything that takes place here is consensual. There is no difference in Lydia whipping a sub or me doing it. If you want to continue working at El Diablo you have a choice."

  "And what would that be?"

  "Hold a whip or submit."

  A giggle came from his chest where Penny's head lay buried.

  "You actually enjoy torturing women?" Disgust dripped from every fiber of her being.

  "I know I would love to take you over my knee and redden your bottom. It might be torture for you but it would definitely be pleasure for me. I’m sure Penny would enjoy your company in my bedroom if you care to join us?" Every bit of his dominant persuasive voice went into the words and his erection pressed tighter against his pants at the thought.

  Unfortunately, Willow didn’t wish to play and she practically ran in the opposite direction.

  He whispered in Penny’s ear, "I'm glad you enjoyed that. I'm sure I can find a suitable punishment for giggles."

  A slight giggle sounded again and Bran smiled. This was the world he needed to relieve the stress of his day to day life. Why did he stay away so long? And why did thoughts of the over made up Goth chick send his erection soaring?

  Chapter Three

  Penny was gone when he woke up in the morning. He told her she could stay but she said she wanted to get back to her home. He understood. The deal was for one night. That was another reason BDSM appealed to him; if you wanted a lasting D/s relationship you could find one. If you liked to play the field, there were always enthusiastic takers. Though he knew she was over twenty-one Penny probably continued to live with her rich parents and they didn’t need to know their baby girl liked kinky sex.

  He decided to visit the gym before breakfast. He grabbed a banana from the fruit bowl before heading out the door. It was five thirty a.m. on a Sunday morning and the gym was silent. He hit the weights and put his body through the grind. It felt good to stretch his muscles after a full night of sex. Sweat dripped down his chest and soaked his t-shirt. Finally he moved to the treadmill and set it at a steady heart pumping pace.

  "Are you following me?"

  He looked over and saw Willow, clearly disgruntled, standing beside the adjoining treadmill. She was wearing baggie black sweatpants and a short black top that showed off her belly button ring. He wondered if she owned another color of clothing.

  He couldn’t help his grin, "I believe I was here first and the thought of you following me is downright scary but if you show a little nipple I’ll probably get over it."

  "So you can attach a torture device to it?"

  His grin stayed in place, "I think you’re too afraid to admit that the idea turns you on."

  "Argh, you must be kidding. You are the most egotistical ass I've ever been unfortunate enough to meet."

  He hit the button and his treadmill stopped. He was hot, sweaty, and aroused. He was also tired of playing this game.

  She backed up as he moved forward. She wasn’t as dominant as she liked to act.

  "What do you think you're doing?"

  "I'm planning to paddle your ass and give you something to complain about."

  "This is a public place and you'll be arrested if you even try."

  "By whom?"

  She glanced around and he saw the calculating look on her face. A split second later she ran f
or the door.

  Once outside the gym, she gained speed down the long hallway. He managed to grab her before she reached the elevator and bring her around facing him. He used his body to push her back into the wall and then he grabbed her hands forcing them above her head. She was breathing hard and he saw desire spark in her eyes. Damian’s little sister was submissive and without tons of black makeup, she was sexy as hell. He didn’t hesitate. His mouth crushed hers. He expected a knee to his groin or a loud scream but what he got was one long leg wrapping around his waist and an aching cry when her pelvis ground into his erection. She had a tongue ring and the sexy feel of it drove him wild.

  The kiss grew in intensity and his hand went down to the bottom of her cropped top and slid beneath the material. She was wearing a sport’s bra and his fingers delved underneath and closed around her soft breast. Her pierced nipple was hard and erect. Thank god his sweatpants allowed his erection to grow unencumbered. He pressed his cock against her pussy. Even covered he could feel her wetness seep into the material of his pants.

  The elevator door beside them binged. Bran released her mouth but rested his forehead against the top of her head as her leg slid to the floor. There was no way he was releasing her at this point no matter who came through the doors.

  Damian walked out of the elevator his displeasure apparent. "There I was, on a Sunday morning, in the process of tying my wife’s hands to the headboard and having very appropriate sex with the woman I married. The phone rings at a crucial moment, and my security staff tells me two very inappropriate hotel guests are getting hot and heavy in the hallway outside the main gym. Now here I am and I find my sister playing hot lip Lucy with my best friend while entertaining the guards monitoring the security feed."

  Bran looked into Damian’s lethal stare; the same stare that gave him the reputation as a down and dirty fighter when they were in college.

  "I couldn’t help myself and she needed a spanking.”

  Willow pushed out of his arms. "Why you..."

  "That's enough sister mine. I think the two of you need to find a private room and get whatever this is out of your system. You've been caught on the security tapes and I'm sure Mr. Uptight here would rather not have this video on the evening news."

  Bran laughed. "I don't know about that, my mother would have apoplexy."

  "You bastard, you forced me."

  Bran burst out laughing and then fought for control in order to speak, "Your pussy ground into my cock and your tongue snaked down my throat. I think the cameras will tell the real story if you care to go watch. You can rub my cock while we enjoy vanilla porn."

  Willow turned on her heel and tried to walk away. Bran’s large hand on the back of her neck stopped her. He brought her backward to his body and not caring if her brother was standing there he whispered hotly into her ear, “You’re wet. I can smell you. We will finish this and I will fuck you so hard you won’t be walking away for a few days.”

  She turned and lifted her hand but he grabbed it in a tight hold. “I owe you a spanking across my knee but I can change that to a whip if it rocks your boat.”

  “If the rock is tied around your neck and you fall overboard my pussy will cream from here to next Sunday.” She turned and entered the elevator without a backward glance.

  “Well Romeo you sure know how to attract the chicks. I don’t think my sister is sub enough for you.”

  “I’m not sure she’s sub enough for anyone but I plan to find out. God she pierced her nipples and they drive me wild. I wonder what other body ornaments she has hidden.”

  “You did not just tell me that. I’m her brother for god sake.”

  “Go back to your room and finish tying up your wife. I’m heading to my room for a cold shower.”

  Chapter Four

  After his shower, Bran couldn't help but check phone and email messages. He had several voicemails from his mother along with one from his secretary telling him to stop checking his messages. She went on to say that nothing had fallen apart while he was gone.

  One of the reasons he hired Jenny Mack was to infuriate his mother but it was the best move he ever made. Jenny weighed three hundred plus pounds, was smart as a whip, and refused to put up with anyone's shit including his. She most definitely didn't fit the corporate world's administrative assistant stereotype but she was perfect for him. She kept his schedule tight but made sure he was eating and exercising. To top it off the woman could cook and she took better care of him than his long parade of nannies ever had.

  He deleted his mother's messages only hearing the angry tone of her voice and not the words. He then called Jen.

  "What would I do without you?" He greeted.

  "You would turn into a frog, waist away to nothing, murder your mother, and lose your fortune. Have I mentioned a raise recently?"

  "For putting up with Mrs. Sterling you deserve one."

  "I'm hoping you find the real Mrs. Sterling on your trip. One who can handle your mother, carry a teacup in one hand and an AK-47 in the other."

  Jen knew about his fascination with weapons. He possessed a private collection that was the envy of the Unites States’ Secretary of Defense.

  "Hmm, I hadn’t thought of the tea cup angle."

  "While you’re at it, get some relief for your blue balls. I’m tired of your crabby mood."

  He laughed. "I wasn't aware you inspected my balls before I left."

  "If that cold bitch you were engaged to was putting out, your dick would have frozen off, and you would be in the hospital getting it reattached."

  "This is exactly why I hired you. You not only keep my office running smoothly but you keep my personal life under control."

  "We'll talk about my raise when you get back but for now stop calling and checking your messages."

  "Understood. Are you sure you’re not available for a week of vivacious fornication and carefree copulation?"

  "I'm fanning myself over such big bad words but I'm not sure if it's a hot flash or the beginnings of my first female ejaculation."

  "Goodbye Jenny."

  Her boisterous laugh sounded and then the line went dead.

  He called the hotel lobby, "Could you connect me to Ms. Willow Collins’ room please?"

  The phone rang and Willow answered. "This is Bran. I'm heading to the firing range for some target shooting and thought you might like a chance to fire a few rounds. No sex, no D/s, just a place to let off some steam."

  "Is this for real?"

  "Can you shoot?"

  "When are you leaving?"

  "Thirty minutes."

  "I'll meet you in the lobby."

  She was waiting when he got there. Her camouflage green toned shirt was tight and showed off her breasts. Safety pins adorned her black cargo pants. She now had a large gold barbell above her eyebrow with various gold hoops displayed on various parts of her face. A pair of huge black military boots added another three inches to her height. She had toned down her makeup but that was the only concession she made to their outing.

  "Are we preparing for war?" Humor laced his voice.

  "With you in the mix, I thought it best."

  "Then let's get out of here."

  They walked outside the main lobby and Carl; Damian's driver, waited beside a limousine. "Good morning Mr. Sterling, Miss Collins." He nodded his head and held the door as they entered the back of the luxurious vehicle.

  They didn't speak on the drive to the range but he noticed her furtive glances at his body. He decided to let her look her fill. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes. If Goth chick wanted to look he would give her the chance.

  They went to Top Gun, one of Houston's most popular indoor shooting ranges. Bless Jenny for giving him the idea. He needed to blow off some sexual frustration and there was nothing like the cold grip of a firearm in his hands to focus his energy.

  When they arrived, he told Willow to pick a handgun.

  She looked at the clerk, "Do you have a Glock 35 .40 cal
iber available?"

  "Yes ma'am we do, I'll get you set up."

  Bran turned and watched as she admired the guns in the glass case beneath her sparkling gold fingernails. "Is there a reason you want that particular model?"

  "Yes, it's used for competition shooting and I like the feel. I have one back home with a custom grip but that’s because Damian spoils me."

  "You can shoot?"

  "Do you care to make a wager?"

  "I never wager on the unknown. I'm quite conservative."

  Her laughter was deep and sexy. He felt his cock stir beneath his jeans.

  "I must see if the use of nipple clamps is in the definition of conservative."

  "You are too stuck on nipple clamps and I don’t understand. Isn’t having them pierced a lifelong clamp?"

  "No, I don't usually notice them but my nipples are always hard."

  She was doing this on purpose but he was willing to play along.

  "There's hard and then there's a pair of nipples slick with saliva and begging to be sucked."

  "I could say the same thing about your cock but I won't."

  The cock in question jerked. He knew when to cut and run. If they were in private he would win this match but not here. He gave her a wicked smile.

  They made their way to a private shooting lane.

  Damian loaded his .45 caliber rounds into two magazines. His gun of choice was a Kimber Pro TLE II. It was lightweight but packed a nice punch. He liked the look and feel of the Kimber.

  They both put on eye and ear protection provided by the range.

  Willow looked like she knew what she was doing and had no trouble loading her magazines. They stood in side by side cubicles and emptied their first rounds at fifteen feet. They lay down their weapons after the last shot and pressed the button bringing the targets in close. His were a tight grouping of shots to the head while hers were to the body primarily in the chest though one went high and into the neck.

  "Now that we're warmed up are you ready for the twenty five?"

  "Bring it on business man."