Jackson's Sub [The Doms of Club Mystique 2] (Siren Publishing Allure) Page 19

  “Go get your own. The women are making sundaes in the kitchen.”

  “Did Addison find a can of spinach in the pantry?” Jackson asked.

  “She was grumbling because we don’t have any.”

  “Let’s go get a bowl before she finds something else disgusting to put in it,” Thor said.

  Cade and Jackson rushed for the door but Thor beat them to it and shouldered them out of his way. He was the first to enter the chaos in the kitchen. “What the hell?” he asked, but before he could say anything more, a scoop of strawberry ice cream hit him in the middle of his forehead and slid down the bridge of his nose. A dark squirt of chocolate syrup covered the front of his shirt, swept past him, and hit Jackson across the chest.

  Cade grabbed the doorframe, stopping his skid into the kitchen then used it to push himself back into the hallway as a stream of strawberry sauce landed on the tiles beside him. Thor and Jackson slid back into the hallway on a mixture of ice cream and sauce. They crouched down on the other side of the open door as what looked like a vanilla ice cream missile flew into the hallway, followed by feminine laughter.

  “We have Luc and Logan,” Cassie yelled. “We’re not releasing them until Luc apologizes to Logan.”

  “Sugar, don’t stuff that in…never mind. Bro, I told you to let me handle this,” Logan said.

  “Can you see the hostages?” Cade asked as he tried to see around the frame then ducked as another squirt of sauce came his way followed by a maraschino cherry.

  “They’re lying in front of the bar. Both are zip tied. Luc is gagged,” Thor told him. “The enemy is standing over them. They have a lot of ‘ammunition’ in their possession.”

  “Okay, I’ve had enough,” Jackson told them, standing up. “Jenna, I’m coming in and I’m keeping count. You do not want to make the situation worse.”

  “Okay, but I have to tell you I’m not in charge.”

  “I’m coming in with Jackson.” Cade stood up and nodded at Jackson, and they moved through the door, stepping to the side as soon as they entered.

  “I’ve got your back,” Thor told them as he moved into position.

  “Where’s Addison?” Cade asked.

  “She’s in the bathroom,” Cassie told him as she aimed a can of whipped cream at Luc. The furious muffled sounds he made increased as she began to depress the dispenser button. “Are you ready to apologize?”

  Thor stepped closer to her. “Cassandra, put down the whipped cream.”

  “Not until he agrees to apologize.”

  “I’m checking on Addison.” Cade worked his way around the perimeter of the kitchen to the laundry room on the other side. Not knowing what he would see behind the closed door, he approached it cautiously then heard the sound of gagging and pushed the door open. Addison looked up at him from her place on the floor. Tears tracked down her pale cheeks as her bottom lip trembled.

  “S–s–sick,” she choked out before gagging again.

  “I’ve got you, baby.” He crouched down next to her.

  “Is she okay?” Jackson yelled.

  Cade carefully picked her up, cuddling her to his chest as he carried her out of the half bath. “She will be after I get her cleaned up.”

  Thor examined Addison. “She doesn’t have any of this mess on her.”

  “She’s sick,” Cade told them as he carried her toward the hallway. “You guys handle this mess.”

  “We’ve got it,” Thor told him before joining Jackson at the center island. Both of them moved into a battle-ready stance, feet spread apart, arms by their sides.

  Jackson looked down at the top of Jenna’s sticky, nut-encrusted head. “Jenna, start talking.”

  Cassie stepped forward. “It’s my fault and I take full responsibility, Sir.”

  “Did I ask you a question?”

  “No, Sir.” Cassie kept her eyes down as she stepped back.

  “Jenna, now,” Jackson said as he took the ice cream scoop from her hand.

  “Well, er, Sir, we were minding our own business when they”—she waved at Luc and Logan who were still tied up on the floor and lying in a pool of goo—“came in and we heard Luc say Cassie was a gold digger then Logan called him a bastard and Luc sucker punched Logan.” Without thinking she reached out and grabbed Cassie’s sticky hand. The two of them exchanged nods before lowering their eyes again.

  “I see,” Jackson said before turning to Cassie. “Cassandra, did you attack Luc because he insulted you or because you felt he had sucker punched Logan?”

  Cassie laughed then glanced at Luc. “I have absolutely zero interest in Luc, although I might be interested in playing with Logan sometime. I attacked Luc because he blindsided Logan and it pissed me off.”

  “I see,” Jackson said before looking at Logan. “Is this true? Did Luc sucker punch you?”

  “No. I had already punched him as we were coming in the house,” Logan said. He looked at Cassie. “Sorry, sugar, I tried to tell you but you had already attacked Luc. I’m really impressed by your accuracy with a can of whipped cream though, sugar.”

  Next to him, Luc stared at Cassie, his eyes burning green flames.

  “Ah, oh,” Cassie mumbled.

  Luc swiveled on his butt until his back was to Thor. As soon as Thor cut the zip tie off his wrists Luc pulled the kitchen towel gag from his mouth. “Dibs on the playroom. Cassandra. Knees. Now.” He didn’t bother to check to see if she had obeyed him as he climbed to his feet. Instead he looked at Thor. “Are you going to interfere?”

  “No, just make sure she has a safeword and remember—safe, sane, and consensual.”

  Nodding, Luc looked down at Cassandra then buried his sticky fingers in her hair and pulled her head up. “What is your safeword?”

  “Luc.”

  A growl rumbled from Luc’s chest and he tightened his fingers in her hair. “Choose another one, sugar. You’re going to be screaming my name and begging me to let you come.”

  “Red,” Cassie said.

  Luc exchanged a glance with Logan then pulled his hand from her hair and snapped his fingers. “Get up. I’ll be back in one hour to get you. This kitchen, and you, better be spotless. Do you understand or would you like to use your safeword now?”

  “I understand, Sir.”

  Luc stripped, leaving his shoes, socks, jeans, and shirt in a pile on the floor before walking out of the kitchen buck naked. Logan copied him then trailed behind him, but not before giving Cassie a thumbs-up gesture and a smile.

  Jackson shook his head. He kicked his sticky shoes off, made sure his shirt wasn’t dripping goo, and then turned to Jenna. “Same for you, angel. I’m going to check on Addison, and then I’ll be back in one hour.”

  “I’ll go up with you,” Thor told him after kicking his shoes off. “I want to get cleaned up and check on Addison, too.”

  * * * *

  Jackson had transformed the gym into a playroom. Jenna didn’t know where he had gotten the mechanical bull but it took up most of the space at the end of the room. The mats the brothers used when they sparred or wrestled surrounded it, cushioning the floor in case of a fall. At either end of the body there was a large iron ring. Two more were placed on the base on either side.

  “Strip then get over here.” Jackson pointed to the floor at the side of the contraption.

  Swallowing nervously, Jenna obeyed him then took baby steps to his side.

  “Stop.” Jackson handed her two padded cuffs then patted his knee, indicating he wanted her foot. Balancing herself by placing one hand on the back of the bull, she lifted her right foot to his knee then watched as he wrapped a cuff around it. When he was done, he slid her foot away and she lifted her other foot and he placed the second cuff on that ankle.

  “Hold out your wrists.”

  She did and he placed the wrist cuffs around them then moved her into position and attached her ankles and wrists to the bull. “You can lean against it here,” he told her as he pushed her forward until her chest rested
against it. The position forced her up on her toes and that pushed her ass up and out. Hearing the slide of leather as it flipped out of belt loops, she knew what he was going to use on her poor bottom. She heard him kick off his boots and then the sound of his clothes dropping to the floor.

  Jackson leaned around her, his chest warm against her back as he smiled at her. He kissed her, nibbling at her lips then licking them. “Angel, don’t look so worried. We’re just playing here. Hell, I’ve always wanted to see Luc handcuffed and gagged.” Chuckling, he put the coiled belt on the back of the mechanical bull right next to a cloth-covered tray. He folded the cloth back and she saw a purple butt plug and a lube shooter. He picked up the lube shooter and stepped behind her. She felt him spread her butt cheeks apart then slide the shooter into her. She shivered as cold lube filled her and he chuckled and patted her ass.

  Jackson leaned around her again, gave her a little smacking kiss, and then picked up the plug. “Nice and easy, angel.”

  She felt the plug against her anus as he pressed it in and twisted it then pulled back, over and over, teasing her with it until the widest part was pressing against her.

  “Push back now, angel.”

  Jenna pushed back and moaned as the widest part slipped into her. She wiggled then moaned again as he tugged on it. Jackson patted her ass then reached around her and picked up the belt.

  He snapped the belt then said, “Ten, angel. Then we’re going to go riding.”

  Jenna relaxed her body and stuck her bottom out as she spread her legs a little wider.

  Jackson rubbed his hands over her ass then ran his fingers down the cleft before pressing on the end of the purple plug in her ass. “Oh, yes, I love this view,” he said as he lifted the belt then swung it down. The loud snapping sound sent a zing of pleasure to his cock, and it jerked in response as Jenna wiggled her ass, silently asking for more.

  He granted her request with a double snap to each rounded cheek, leaving behind a red line. A smile of satisfaction curved his lips when she pressed her breasts hard against the padding as she stretched her arms as far out to her sides as she could, the fingers on her hands spread taut with pleasure.

  “I need a count, angel.”

  “Five, Sir.” Her voice was a provocative purr, begging for more as she wiggled and raised her ass for him. Her inner thighs became slick as the scent of her arousal surrounded them.

  Pre-cum glistened on the head of Jackson’s cock as it thickened and lengthened. He gave her ass another double snap and saw her shiver of pleasure rapidly followed by a rash of goose bumps over her entire body.

  “Oh, oh, yes.” Jenna lifted onto her toes, every muscle in her body taut and waiting for the last lash. Her clit pulsed as the seconds ticked by, and she found herself holding her breath as she wiggled, needing that last touch to send her over. “Please, please, Sir.”

  She felt him step up behind her and run his hands over her, starting at her neck, then down her back, over her ass, and down her legs to her ankles. He removed the ankle restraints then stood up and rubbed her shoulders then kissed her neck, breathing in her scent.

  “Angel, you always smell so good. Like peaches.” He licked her neck. “It makes me want to eat you up.” He slid down, pushing her back from the bull as his shoulders took up the space. A second later she felt his lips on her pussy, then his tongue as it circled her clit then swiped right over it and slid down, separating the swollen, wet lips of her pussy. He lapped at her, making her squirm as she begged him to let her come. He built up the tension and need to come, over and over again, only to move away before she could explode.

  Finally, when she was rocking against him, out of control and begging to come, he stood. “Last two,” he said before picking up the belt and snapping it across the center of her ass before he reached over her to release her wrists. He jumped up onto the back of the padded back and pulled her up in front of him.

  “Hold on.” He lifted her, positioning his cock at her cunt then gently, inch by inch, lowered her.

  “Jackson, oh, Jackson.” Unable to do anything but feel, she rested back against him.

  Jackson reached over her shoulder and grabbed the saddle horn in front of them. “Gently now,” he said as he tightened his other arm around her and the mechanical bull began to rock beneath them. “Don’t come until I tell you to, angel.”

  Jenna moved with him as they rocked and swiveled. She held onto the arms he had wrapped around her waist and rested her head on his chest beneath his chin. She hooked her bare feet around his ankles and held on as the pleasure built. Waves of pleasure were rising as she tried to fight off the orgasm building between her legs.

  Jackson leaned forward, sliding deeper into her as the bull suddenly rose and flung her back against him. Screaming, she barely caught his roared order to come now. An explosion of pleasure began in her clit and spread outward, one wave rushing down her legs, curling her toes, as another raced through her belly up to her breasts. Her nipples hardened until they ached with the need to be touched.

  As if he read her mind, Jackson slowed the motion of the mechanical bull. “Pinch your nipples, hard, now.”

  She released his arm and cupped her breasts for a moment then closed her fingers around her nipples and squeezed, tugging on them, relieving and somehow building the ache at the same time. Her pulse sped up as she panted, pressing back into Jackson as he gripped her clit and began a squeeze, tug, release rhythm.

  “Come now, sugar.” He spoke against her neck, his breath hot on her skin, sending a shiver down her spine just before a spasm of pleasure flared.

  “Oh, yes, Jackson.” She trembled and thought she was screaming then realized she had barely breathed his name into the air around them.

  The mechanical bull slowed, rocking and gently turning before stopping. Jackson pushed her torso down and rested his chest on her back, pressing his forehead against the back of her neck as his hot breath swept over her damp skin in rapid puffs.

  “You good, angel?”

  “Yes, oh, yes,” she told him as she pressed back into him. If she had the breath, she would have told him she loved riding with him. Feeling his fingers close around her clit again, she froze. Exhausted, she knew there was no way she was going to be able to come again. His fingers rubbed over her clit, circling it before he caught it between two of them and pinched it hard, rolling it between his fingers.

  “Come now.”

  Surprised, she shook then moaned as her body obeyed his order, and she felt him pulse inside her before she heard his soft chuckle.

  “You’re going to sleep good tonight, angel.” He laughed when he realized she was already asleep.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Two days later, Jenna, Addison, and Cassie were gathered in the newly rearranged sitting area of Addison’s bedroom. Jenna and Cassie sat on the chairs Addison had placed in front of the glass wall that overlooked the backyard. Chins propped in palms, they stared out the window. Addison reclined on the rug between them, her bare feet up on the seat of the third chair she had added so they would each have one.

  “We could go swimming,” Jenna suggested.

  “Now that Cade knows I’m pregnant he says no swimming between eleven in the morning and four in the afternoon.”

  Sighing, Jenna went back to staring at the yard. “Your roses need fertilizing.”

  “Yes, I know. Cade has banned me from using chemicals of any kind,” Addison told her, frowning at her unpolished toenails. “He even read the chemical contents on my nail polish remover.” She held up one dainty hand and a slender foot, showing them her bare, buffed nails.

  Laughing, Jenna pointed toward her. “That’ll teach you to get crazy in the back of a limo.”

  Shrugging, Addison smiled. “It was special circumstances. I’d just returned to Cade after being kidnapped by Mendez. In all the excitement we forgot I’d missed my doctor’s appointment to renew my birth control shot.” Addison rubbed her tummy then added, speaking to her belly, �
�No, offense. Mommy and Daddy love you very much.”

  Smiling, Cassie said, “Lucky girl. All your dreams are coming true.”

  Curious, Addison asked her, “Are you ever going to tell us what happened the other night in the playroom?”

  Cassie’s smile disappeared. “Just imagine what it would be like to be trapped in dungeon with a pissed-off Cade or Jackson, and a playful Cade or Jackson at the same time.”

  Addison giggled. “Double trouble.”

  “Yum! Double pain and pleasure. You lucky girl,” Jenna told her with a grin. “So, as best friends you’re supposed to tell us everything. Well, almost everything.”

  Glancing toward them, Cassie said, “I’ve never had really close friends before but, well, for some reason I feel really comfortable with both of you.”

  Addison rapidly jumped up, swayed for a moment, and then dropped onto her butt.

  A second later Jenna was bending over her, pushing her head down to her knees. “Just take some deep breaths and keep your head down.”

  Moaning, Addison mumbled, her words muffled, “I hate this part. Barfing all the time is bad, but this dizziness sucks. I can’t stand up too fast or twirl around.”

  “You have to remember not to jump around like that now. And, yes, your kind of exercise is out.”

  “You can still belly dance, Addison. In fact it can be a really good exercise for pregnant women,” Cassie reminded her.

  A few seconds later Addison slowly sat up. “That’s better.” She took several deep breaths then slowly stood and moved to the coffee table and sat down on it, facing Cassie. “Okay, now. Never, ever tell Cade, or any of his brothers, about little things like this dizzy spell. Or other things. For instance, Cade doesn’t know I’ve been a gymnast since I was a kid. He would think it’s too dangerous and put it on his ban list. And, yes, he does have a list, a really long list. Jenna knows I helped a friend set up a gymnastic school in Rendezvous in an old warehouse. I go there after hours while she’s doing paperwork to exercise. Cade doesn’t know and he doesn’t need to know. Right, Jenna?”