Chapter 10
CHAPTER 10
ARCHER
L anie had gone too far. Again.
Archer paced the length of his bedroom, his control fraying with every second that passed. His jaw clenched as he replayed the night in his head—her defiance, her refusal to listen, the way she’d lied to his face about seeing Molina.
That was the one that burned. She had hidden the truth from him, even knowing the risk. He thought she’d begun to trust him and to understand the importance of honesty in their dynamic. He scoffed to himself. Was she even aware they had a dynamic or what it was? She should have known that keeping secrets in a situation like this could get her or others killed.
And that? That was unacceptable. If she didn’t know what their dynamic was, she was about to find out. He stalked down the hall, opening the door to her room without knocking.
“Lanie, I need to speak to you in my room. Follow me.”
“Archer?”
“Now Lanie.”
He turned and strode back across the hall, gratified to hear the sound of her footsteps behind him. He opened the door and ushered her inside. When he closed the door, he found her standing near the bed, her green dress still molded to her curves like a second skin. She was watching him, her breathing uneven, her hands curled into the silk fabric at her sides.
She knew. She knew exactly what she’d done, but more importantly, she knew exactly what was coming. He had warned her, and he had warned her of the consequences. As he recalled, she’d earned herself a count of ten.
"You lied to me," he said, his voice dangerously low.
Lanie swallowed hard. "I...”
"Don’t." He stalked toward her, backing her up step by step until she hit the edge of the bed. He planted his hands on either side of her hips, caging her in. "You saw him. You knew he was there, and you didn’t tell me."
Her breath hitched. "I didn’t...”
"You did." His fingers traced her jaw, tipping her chin up. "And what happens when you lie to me, little one?"
A flush crept up her throat. "Archer...”
"Answer me."
Her lips parted, her pulse fluttering beneath his fingertips. He could see it now—the way her body softened, the way her pupils dilated, the way she responded to his authority even when she wanted to fight it.
"Punishment," she whispered.
"That’s right."
She exhaled shakily; her gaze darting away. "I was scared," she admitted. "I didn’t want you to lose control."
Archer stilled. For a moment, just a moment, something in his chest ached. She had been protecting him . But that didn’t change the fact that she had put herself in danger or that she had lied to him.
"You don’t get to make that call," he murmured. "You don’t get to decide what I can or can’t handle. You follow my rules, or you deal with the consequences. That is what you agreed to, isn’t it?"
Lanie swallowed hard, then nodded.
"Words, little one."
"Yes, Daddy."
"Good girl."
Archer’s fingers grazed her wrist, then he caught both hands in one of his own. "You’re going to learn tonight," he said softly, "that lying to me isn’t an option."
Her breath stuttered. "What—what are you going to do?"
Archer moved behind her, his hands skimming her waist before pushing her forward. She gasped as he guided her over the edge of the leather chaise in his bedroom, her hands bracing against the cool surface.
"You’re going to stay just like this," he murmured, his voice thick with authority. "And you’re going to take what I give you. I warned you once that punishment would always be given on the bare. Remove your dress and panties."
She shivered. "Archer...”
“Fifteen.”
Lanie pulled her dress up and over her head and wiggled out of her panties so that only her bra remained. She glanced over her shoulder. “Should I take off my bra, too? I’ve seen subs at the club get punished and they are almost always naked.”
Fuck. She was going to kill him, but he’d started now. Lanie needed to know she could count on his consistency and that he would do as he said.
“I’ll do it,” he said, kneeling on the chaise behind her.
Archer fisted her hair, drawing her back to him until he could reach around her to unfasten her lace bra, which closed at the front. He released the closure and removed her bra, never releasing his hold on her hair. The back of his hand passed over her nipple, causing it to peak. He dragged his hand back across one nipple to the other, as it too seemed to be begging for attention. He traced her areola with his finger before he gave it a short, sharp pinch.
Lanie gasped, but was it pain or pleasure? Had she not sunk into his touch, he might have thought the former. He tweaked the first peak and provoked a moan. “I believe, little one, that you respond well to leadership and discipline and we shall do well together.”
She stiffened until he teased her nipple as he kissed her neck. “Archer,” she moaned, all fear forgotten.
“I’ll take care of you, little one. All you need to do is agree and submit.”
She nodded.
“Good girl,” he crooned. “Are you on birth control?”
“Yes, Daddy, and I just had my checkup and am clean.”
“I can say the same. Do you want me to fuck you, little one?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good, because there isn’t anything I’d rather do, but first we must see to your discipline.”
She nodded.
He released her hair and pressed on the nape of her neck, bending her over the back of the chaise. Her ass was perfection, firm and round. He ran his hand down her spine from her neck and caressed her ass. Lanie shivered. He wondered if anyone had ever known how to handle her. She might have a bit of the brat in her, but he had no intention of taming her.
Oh, he’d keep her safe and teach her to obey him, but he’d never wanted a perfect sub, but one that would challenge him in such a way that he would have reason to discipline her and then spend hours in bed forgiving her.
He slapped the curve of her ass—once lightly, and a second time with a bit more sting so that she hissed.
Another sharp slap landed across the curve of her ass, and she yelped, but with the next smack her spine softened and she relaxed. Her body might be softening with the administering of her discipline, but his cock was getting harder with every swat.
“Archer,” she moaned.
"What was that?" he asked, running his palm over the sting.
She sucked in a breath. "Daddy."
"That’s better."
He delivered the next smack with measure; more sound than force, but enough to jolt her hips forward. He followed with another and then another, watching as the flush bloomed over her skin.
By the eighth, she was writhing, and the smell of her arousal filled his nostrils.
By the tenth, she was moaning. He didn’t want her to count; he wanted her focused on the sensation. By accepting his discipline, she was accepting his dominance, and all that came with it. He delivered the last five smacks in a steady rhythm with a modicum of sting. He let his hand linger to hold in the heat and reveled in the feel of her warmed and pinked flesh.
Sweet Lanie—she responded so honestly, with no attempt at subterfuge or guile. He sat on the chase behind her and pulled her into his lap, not giving a damn that her arousal would stain his trousers. That’s what dry cleaners were for.
He laid her head on his shoulder. She shuddered, and whispered, “Oh God, Sir, please.” She tried to get up from his lap, but Archer wasn’t having it. “I’m going to mess up your trousers.”
“A stain I shall wear proudly,” Archer chuckled darkly. "Not God, little one." His fingers trailed between her thighs, finding her already slick labia. "But keep begging, and I might give you what you want."
She whimpered.
"Tell me what you’ve learned," he murmured, teasing her with slow, torturous strokes.
"I—I won’t lie to you again."
He pressed his thumb against her clit, circling just enough to make her gasp. "And?"
Her body trembled beneath his hands. "And I’ll listen," she panted.
"Damn right you will."
Her breath hitched as he slid two fingers inside her, pumping slowly, deliberately, and then pressing down on her clit as he did so. She arched into his touch.
"Please," she whimpered.
Archer grinned. "Please, what, little one?"
"Please let me come."
He chuckled. "Not yet."
He dragged it out, pushing her to the edge again and again, until her body was trembling so hard she could barely breathe.
"Archer, please," she begged. "I can’t...”
"You can."
"Please, Daddy."
Archer exhaled roughly, gripping her hips. "Now," he growled.
Lanie called his name as she came, her body trembling before it stiffened and then relaxed as she sighed and collapsed against him. He helped her off his lap and onto her knees between his spread legs. She looked up and licked her lips as he opened his fly and freed his cock.
“Open your mouth, Lanie. You’re going to suck my cock.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Her lips parted, and he thrust his cock between them, aiming for the back of her throat. She didn’t resist or gag. Instead, she swirled her tongue around his cock. Archer groaned. In the future he’d spend a weekend teaching her exactly what he wanted when she gave him a blow job; he’d also teach her what it was to be brought to the edge with no release. But at this moment, all he knew was his own need. She’d responded beautifully to her spanking. They would do well together.
He wondered why it was that Lanie called to something deeper in him. He might not know the answer, but he knew it was true. She was smart, sweet, and funny. She was so innocently sexy that he’d had to handle himself every night since he’d met her. No more.
Archer fisted her hair, moving her mouth up and down his cock. The sight of it disappearing into the sweet recesses of her mouth was almost enough to undo him. She sucked and licked his cock like it was her favorite lollipop. As he thrust into her mouth, her tongue caressed the sensitive vein along the underside of his cock in the most delicious way. He’d withdraw until just the head brushed her lips before driving back in.
He pulled out without warning, stood and scooped her up, taking her to his bed and laying her on it. She spread her legs, the evidence of her previous orgasm glistening at the opening of her pussy. In due time, his cum would drip from her pussy as well.
“Please, Daddy, will you fuck me now?”
He chuckled. She was too sexy and too bratty for words, and God help him, he couldn’t resist her. He moved over her body, settling himself between her legs, grasping her hips with his thumbs resting on her hipbones and his hands cupping her buttocks. She groaned. Good; there was still some sting. Come morning, her ass wouldn’t be the only thing that ached from this night.
Lining his cock up with her entrance, he began to push himself in. Her pussy was tight and hot, and he was large and needy. She closed her eyes and moaned.
“No, little one, look at me. I want to see you take my cock for the first time, and I want to see you come when I fuck you.”
Lanie opened her eyes wide as he continued to work his way inside her until his balls rested against her. God, she felt good. He gave her some time to adjust to his size. He drew back slowly and slid back in, more easily this time. She wrapped her legs around his waist and clung to him. Her pussy clamped down on him, trying not to let him withdraw.
“Please, Daddy,” she begged.
If she kept that up, he’d never last to really assuage his need, but then there’d be time enough for that as well. They could hole up here in the house and he’d fuck her over and over again, making her come until she begged him to come… and he would.
Holding her still, he began to pound into her. Again and again, he pulled back and thrust in, angling his body so that he gave her more of his weight. He realized he was losing control when he wanted to give into the ruthlessness of his need. He fucked her relentlessly, reveling in her response. He could feel the familiar sizzle at the base of his spine as his cock began to swell and twitch.
Laine writhed beneath him as her inner walls spasmed around him, and her breath sped up. The moans became whimpers as her orgasm approached. She stiffened in anticipation, and she began to pant. Then suddenly, as he gave a final, savage thrust, she fell over the edge, and she screamed in ecstasy, her pussy clamping down on him as he began pumping his seed into her, greedily milking his cock. He savored every bit of pleasure he could take from her as he held her in his arms.
Lanie was curled in his bed, her breathing soft and even, when Archer’s phone buzzed. He grabbed it, slipping carefully out of bed and moving slowly so as not to disturb her as he stepped into the hallway. He’d already had her a second time, devouring her pussy and making her scream again before pulling her onto his cock and fucking her hard while she clung to him and called his name.
"Talk," he said into the phone, keeping his voice low.
Reyna’s voice came through, sharp and urgent. "We have a problem."
Archer’s jaw clenched. "What kind?"
"The kind that means Lanie isn’t just being watched."
His blood went cold.
"We confirmed it," Reyna continued. "Someone inside Club Southside is feeding information to Molina. Someone close. They knew exactly where she was going to be tonight."
Archer’s fingers tightened around the phone.
"Tell me you have a name," he growled.
Reyna hesitated.
"Not yet," she admitted. "But we’re close. And Archer...”
"What?"
A beat. Then: "Lanie was supposed to be taken tonight."
The room tilted. Archer exhaled slowly, fighting the fury clawing up his throat. Not happening. Not ever.
He glanced back into the bedroom, watching Lanie’s sleeping form beneath his sheets.
She had no idea. No idea how close she had come to being stolen away from him forever.
Archer turned back to the hallway, his voice cold, steady.
"Find the traitor," he ordered. "Because if I do? There won’t be anything left of them."
He ended the call, slipping back into the bedroom. Lanie shifted, murmuring his name in her sleep, her fingers curling in the sheets like she was reaching for him.
Archer settled beside her, running a slow hand down her back. He wasn’t losing her. Not to Molina. Not to anyone.
And whoever had betrayed them? Tried to steal her away from him? They were already dead.