Nate's Naughty Nymph [The Doms of Club Mystique 5] (Siren Publishing Classic) Read online

  Jack cleared his throat. “Son, I couldn’t help but overhear some of your conversations with Jake. I want you to know I’ll keep an eye on your boys. If trouble comes their way I’ll let you know.”

  “I appreciate that, Jack. The boys need all the protection they can get.”

  “That’s what Jake said. I’ll keep an eye on your boys and you keep an eye on my little filly. She’s reckless and difficult but worth the trouble for the right man.”

  “I’ll do my best to keep her out of trouble, Jack.”

  “That’s all a man can ask of himself.” Jack pulled a cigar from his pocket, lit it, and puffed a stream of smoke into the air.

  Nate waved the smoke away from him. “Good god, Jack, that’s the worst damn thing I’ve ever smelled.”

  Jack laughed. “Keeps the bugs, and unwanted guests, away, son.”

  “I’ll remember that if I ever need to keep people from snooping around.”

  Jack laughed then tossed a couple cigars to him.

  The door slammed as Nymph returned with a tray. Nate rose, took it from her and set it on the table.

  “Uncle Jack, you’re polluting my air.”

  Jack stubbed out the cigar. “Just a little after dinner puff or two before I have my dessert, then get.”

  * * * *

  Several hours later, Nate heard Nymph call his name. He called back to let her know he was in the bedroom. A moment later she appeared in the doorway and leaned against the frame. She smiled at him as she tied the belt on her pink satin robe. Her long, slender legs were covered in black thigh-high nylons. He could see the shadow of a garter belt and black bra through the thin material of the robe. The scent of the shower gel she’d used earlier drifted to him.

  “It’s been a long day. Are you tired, Nate?”

  He shook his head. “It’s time we talked about what we each expect from our relationship, Nymph.”

  The smile disappeared from her face. She moved to the chair across from him and curled up with a pillow hugged tightly to her chest.

  Nate flicked his eyes over her. The sight of her so unsure of herself bothered him. “First, I want you to know that I intend to stay with you for one year from today unless you ask me to leave.”

  A soft blush covered her cheeks. “I agree to stay with you for a year, too.”

  “We’ve discussed your limits and we’ve agreed to use red, yellow and green as safewords until you feel comfortable choosing your own safe word. Tell me what the different colors mean.”

  “Green means every things okay, yellow means I need a break or we need to talk, and red means stop.”

  “Good. Now, are there any changes you want to make to your limits at this time?”

  “None that I can think of right now.”

  “I’m going to push you on some of your soft limits, but you’re always in control and can use your safewords. I won’t ever push on your hard limits, although if you ever want to talk about them then we will. Understand?”

  “Yes, Sir. I know when to use my safewords.”

  Nate had no doubt at all that she would use her safewords, but he’d still watch her. Nymph was a tough one, but she wanted to please him, and he wanted to make sure that worked both ways. “A D/s relationship is based on trust, so no lying. That’s a deal breaker.”

  “I agree.”

  Nate smiled. He was beginning to believe that this just might work out. “I don’t want or need a slave. In fact I want you just the way you are, strong-willed and independent in your daily life but flirty and submissive in the bedroom, or anywhere else I want to fuck you. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, and I want you the same way. I want to be your equal in our daily life, but when it comes to our sex life I want you to be in control. I need you to be in control.”

  “I also expect you to be faithful to me. No outside intimate relationships. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Sir, and I expect the same thing. I know that some Doms share their subs with other Doms but I don’t ever want that.”

  Nate narrowed his eyes. Just the thought of another man touching her enraged him, and the fact she didn’t realize that made him question if they were ready for this next step.

  “I mean, I know you won’t let another man touch me. I just wanted you to know that I don’t want anyone but you. Ever.”

  Nate wished he’d had her sit on his lap for this talk. He wanted to have his hands on her, stroking and reassuring her. “I’ll never let another man touch you, Nymph.”

  Nymph smiled, started to speak, then bit her lip.

  “You have permission to speak as long as we’re negotiating our contract.”

  She smiled. “I think I might be an exhibitionist.”

  “The idea of other people watching me fuck you arouses you, huh?”

  “Yes.” She blushed and smiled. “A lot.”

  “Good. I like the idea of other men watching me fuck you and knowing they’ll never get to touch you.” He chuckled when she drew in a deep breath and her eyes darkened. ”

  “There are several rules I expect you to follow. We’ve already discussed what you will call me when we’re playing. Right?” He kept a smile from forming when she nodded and her eyes darkened even more.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “When we’re playing or in a club I expect you to remain quiet unless I give you permission to speak. Do you understand?”

  “No, I don’t understand why you don’t want me to talk.”

  Nate leaned toward her, his complete focus on her. “Do you have a problem with silence?”

  “No, Sir.”

  “Do you have a problem obeying my rules?”

  “No, Sir.” She smiled. “I understand now.”

  “I’ll teach the other rules to you over the next two weeks by correcting your behavior the first time without punishment. If you do it again, then you’ll receive a punishment. Three swats for each infraction. Do you agree?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Nate placed his elbows on his knees. He stared at her then smiled. “I won’t tolerate misbehavior so I expect you to behave. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Is there anything else you want to talk about at this time?”

  Nymph hugged the pillow tighter. “About our D/s relationship or about our entire relationship?”

  Nate laughed. Trust Nymph to bring up a touchy subject at this time. “Do you really want to discuss that right now?”

  “Yes.”

  “I spoke to Dirk McCabe this morning. He and Sabre want both of us to work for them.”

  Nymph squealed, jumped up and slid onto his lap. Her arms flew around his neck. “We’re going to be so good together. In and out of the bedroom.” She leaned back, smiled at him, then slid forward and kissed him.

  Nate kissed her back. He gently gathered her hair in one hand then tipped her head back. “I’m going after Rolando Mendez. If he even gets a hint that I’m alive he’ll go after my sons. I won’t let that happen.”

  “I’ll help you keep them safe.”

  Nate slid his lips over hers. Without removing them he said, “I want you to stand up and strip.”

  Nymph slid from his lap and backed away from him. When there was about five feet between them she untied the belt of her robe. It fell open, revealing several inches of creamy skin from her neck to her bare mound. She grasped the open edges and shrugged the robe from her shoulders. It slipped slowly down her body and formed a pool at her feet.

  Nate settled back in the chair, his body relaxed, hands open on the arms of the chair. Nymph unclipped her bra and shrugged it from her shoulders. She slid her hands over her breasts then down her body to the garter belt. A moment later it joined the bra on the floor. With a sexy little wiggle, she turned and placed her foot on the ottoman and slowly rolled the hose down her leg and off her foot. She repeated the action on her other leg before she turned to face him.

  “Now, move your feet shoulder-width apart and place your
hands behind your head. I want those eyes lowered, pet.”

  She lowered her eyes and moved into position.

  Nate stood up and circled her. He ran his hand down her back. She shivered, and goose bumps appeared on her shoulders. He placed his lips against the side of her neck. “Did I tell you I like to play games?”

  “No, Sir.”

  Nate kept his hand on her waist as he circled her. “Keep your eyes down until I tell you to look at me.” He ran his hands over her breasts, cupping them, and then closing his fingers around her nipples. He pinched then rolled the hard nubs while he watched the pulse in her neck beat faster. He leaned forward and ran his stubble-roughened cheek over her neck, before nuzzling the soft spot below her ear. “I want to dress you up like a prim librarian then mess you up and spank your ass.” He bit her lobe. “Do you know what I want to do after your ass is red?”

  “You want to fuck me, Sir?”

  Nate nibbled his way down to her breasts, where he rubbed his cheeks over her nipples. Nymph sucked in a deep breath and began to raise her hands, then dropped them. “Good girl.” He sucked on her nipple while he slid his fingers between her legs and stroked her. “Look at me.” When she raised her eyes, he showed her his wet fingers then licked them clean. “You’re as sweet as honey.”

  He dropped back into the chair. “Knees now.”

  Nymph gracefully sank to the floor and spread her knees, giving him a clear view of her pussy. She adjusted her posture until her back was straight, shoulders back, and her hands rested, palms–up, on her thighs. A soft blush of arousal covered her cheeks and chest. Nate found himself fascinated with the movement of her gently rounded tummy as it rose and fell with her breaths.

  “Your obedience pleases me. You have a beautiful body. Full and lush with soft curves and an ass my hands ache to spank.” Nate leaned back and watched her for several minutes. Nymph remained still, waiting patiently for his next command. For his pleasure, he thought. He waited a couple more minutes, letting the anticipation build before he said, “Come here, Nymph.”

  She rose but kept her eyes down. He tugged her toward him and she draped herself over his knees as if she’d been there many times before. He ran his hands over the plump globes of her ass. “This is going to be an erotic spanking for your pleasure and mine. We’re going to start slow and easy. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “No wiggling to slow me down or speed me up. I want you to be still. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Nate swatted her on the plumpest part of her ass and heard her draw in a breath. He swatted her again, then again. At first she held herself stiffly, but eventually he felt her relax. After six more swats he stroked his hand over her butt, spread her legs farther apart, and breathed in her scent of arousal. Before he continued he stroked his fingers between her legs. They came away coated with her moisture. “How are you doing, pet?”

  “It hurts and feels good, too. I like it, Sir.”

  Nate slid his fingers into her pussy and stroked the sensitive walls of her vagina. She moaned but managed to remain still until he began a thrusting motion. As soon as she wiggled, the thrusting stopped. He withdrew his fingers, licked them clean, and began another series of swats. This time he slapped her ass harder and varied the rhythm. The swats covered her flesh from the plumpest part of her ass down to the backs of her thighs.

  “Do you know why I removed my fingers from your pussy?”

  “Yes, Sir, because I moved.”

  “Are you going to move again?”

  “No, Sir.”

  Nate slipped his fingers into her again and pumped them in and out. He made sure to run his fingertips over her G-spot. Nymph moaned, then began to wiggle, but stopped herself. He rewarded her by stroking a finger over her clit. “Good girl. Be still now, baby, and let me play with your pussy.”

  He varied the strokes around her clit, before he strummed his fingers directly over it. When he thrust two fingers into her, Nymph tightened around them and moaned with pleasure. “Don’t come, pet.”

  “Nate, please.”

  “If you come then we’ll have to start over.” He pumped his fingers in and out of her. Her cunt tightened and made a wet sound as he withdrew them. “I love that sound, pet. I love it even more when it’s my cock making it.” He slid them back in and pumped them a few more times before withdrawing them. He swatted her ass a couple more times. “On your knees, pet.”

  Nymph hesitated for only a moment before she slid from his lap and knelt in front of him. Nate rose, toed off his boots, stripped off his shirt, and then unbuttoned his jeans and kicked them aside. A callused finger beneath her chin tipped her face up. “I want you to lick your lips then suck my cock. Let’s see if you can make me shake, baby.”

  Nymph nodded, licked her lips, and leaned forward. She ran her tongue over and around the head then down the shaft, leaving behind a wet trail. After several moments she closed her lips around the head and curled her tongue around it before she slid her mouth down the shaft. It bumped the back of her throat. She moaned with pleasure, closed her hands around the base of his dick and slid them up as she slid her lips to the head.

  He groaned. “Damn, that feels good.” He buried his hands in her soft blonde curls and resisted the urge to pump his cock into her mouth. Nymph licked and sucked on the tip, then licked the slit. Nate decided he couldn’t take any more without exploding. He pulled her up and bent her over the arm of the chair. She spread her legs wide. He ran his hands over her back, then grasped her waist and thrust into her.

  “Oh, god, that feels so good, Sir.”

  “Don’t come until I tell you to.” He pulled her back to meet his deep thrusts and she rose up onto her toes so he could go deeper. His pelvis slapped against her ass with each stroke.

  She chanted his name, a desperate plea in her voice. “Please, Sir, please.”

  He pressed into her then made quick, sharp jabs against her as he slid his fingers over her clit. “Not yet, Nymph.”

  “Please, please—”

  He pulled back then thrust deep and hard as he stroked her clit. “Now, baby, come now.”

  Nymph moaned his name as the orgasm swept through her.

  Nate stroked her clit until she came again, tightening around him. His orgasm rushed through him, filling her with his cum. He wrapped his arms around her, lifted her, and collapsed into the chair with her on his lap.

  She rested against him while their breathing and heartbeats slowed. After several minutes she wrapped her arms around him. “I’ve waited so long for you, Sir. I didn’t think I’d ever find you again after you left me in Colombia.”

  Nate curled his hand over her head protectively. “I’ll never betray your trust, Nymph.”

  She kissed his jaw, stood up, and held out her hand. “Will you share my bed, please?”

  Nate smiled then took her hand, and a feeling of being home at last filled him.

  Chapter Five

  Two weeks later Nate helped Nymph into a chair at a softly lit table in the main room of Club Elysium. He settled into the chair beside her. She tugged on the scandalously short black skirt he’d set out for her to wear. After a moment she gave up on the skirt and fiddled with the sheer white blouse that refused to stay buttoned. The neckline stretched open, revealing the inside curve of her bare breasts. Her nipples poked at the material, their color a rosy red through the thin cloth. She wiggled and felt the cool leather of the chair beneath her bare thighs. Frowning, she leaned toward Nate as she adjusted the black frame glasses on her nose. They slipped down again and she left them perched on the tip of her nose. “How does a man who owns a security agency also end up owning a BDSM club?”

  Nate grinned. “Dirk and his brother Sabre are Doms. They wanted a safe place to play so they built it.”

  “Clever, but I thought the club would be darker.” She glanced around again, worried her lip for a moment, and then said, “And sort of sleazy.”

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sp; Nate threw his head back and laughed, then squeezed her hand, and laughed again. “Don’t let them hear you say that. This club is their pride and joy.”

  “Too late,” a man said as he approached their table. “McLeod, prepare to die.”

  The gravelly voice drew Nymph’s attention. The fine hairs on the back of her neck stood up when she focused on the man stalking toward them. He was as tall and broad as Nate, but he had long dark hair. Two slender braids with bone-colored beads at their ends swung back and forth on either side of his seriously gorgeous face. Light, lime-green eyes zeroed in on her. She swallowed and adrenaline flooded her body. Her brain screamed a warning, urging her to get up and run. Instead she stood and placed herself between the barbarian and Nate.

  He kept coming until he was inches away from her. She punched him, hard, and knew from the pain in her fist that the blow should have stopped him. He grasped her wrists, and in less than a second had her twisted around with her back to his chest. His arms wrapped around her chest, pinning her arms to her sides. As he straightened up her feet left the floor and dangled in the air.

  “Your sub needs to be disciplined.”

  Nymph’s bangs slid into her eyes, obstructing her view of Nate. She huffed a breath upward. They lifted away for a second then settled back into place over her eyes. Nate sprawled back in his chair, his thumbs hooked in the waistband of his jeans, and grinned.

  A warm nose ran up the side of her neck then back down.

  “She smells good.” A growl rumbled in her ear. “Good enough to eat.”

  “Oh, god,” she said as the heat of a blush covered her cheeks. “Nate?”

  Nate chuckled. “Nymph, meet Dirk McCabe. Dirk, put my sub down and join us.”

  Nymph grabbed the brawny arms crossed over her chest and held on. Dirk hauled her over to Nate and dropped her on his lap before he grabbed a chair on the other side of the table. He straddled it then slid a package across the table in their direction.

  “Jake and Katherine were here a couple weeks ago. He said to give you that when you showed up.” He examined Nymph then asked Nate, “Naughty double agent?”