Chapter 7 #3
Angie gulped, but she grabbed the bottom of her sweater, pulled it over her head, and tossed it to the floor next to her.
Her nipples tightened under the sheer lace of her bra at his heated stare, and she felt a gush of her juices flood from her pussy, soaking her little thong.
Her eyes latched on to his as she reached behind her, releasing the catch at the top of her skirt and pulling down the zipper, feeling each tooth release from its mate.
When the garment fell to her feet in a puddle, she stepped to the side and kicked it over to join her top on the stage floor.
“You’re beautiful, sweetheart. Exquisite. Turn around slowly for me, all the way… holy fuck! I should fall to my knees to thank the Lord above for bestowing such beauty on your backside, Angel. I want to bite down on that little pink bow and rip those off you with my teeth.”
His words made her heart beat faster. She wasn’t used to a man being so vocal about her body. When she completed the rotation, he pointed the cross behind her. “Step back against the cross. Lift your arms and grab hold of the wrist restraints, then stay like that.”
She’d just taken hold of the second Velcro cuff when they both heard the upstairs double doors open and the sounds of men’s voices.
Angie was about to bring her hands down to cover herself or dive for her clothes when he stopped her.
“Uh-uh, Angel. Unless you want to use your safeword, stay the way you were. I’ve decided to push your limits a little more today.
The team and I need to have a meeting, and afterward, I’ll show you the rest of the compound.
Of course, I’ll let you get dressed again before we go outside. ”
Turning his head, he raised his voice so the others could hear him. “Stay upstairs for a count of thirty.”
The voices went quiet, and he looked at her again.
“You have twenty of those seconds to use your safeword. If you do, you can get dressed and sit on the couch over there for a few minutes until we’re done.
I won’t be mad or disappointed at all. If you don’t use your safeword, then my men and I will have our meeting while you give us something beautiful to look at.
No one will touch you or say anything that will make you uncomfortable.
They’ll admire your lovely body like I’m doing. ”
As Ian checked his watch, Angie’s mind raced. She’d never been undressed in front of more than one man before. While the thought made her nervous, it aroused her even more. She swallowed and made her decision known. “I’ll stay where I am, Sir.”
He smiled, and her heart squeezed, knowing she pleased him.
“Damn, she makes a pretty ornament. We should have all our meetings this way.”
Angie gasped, and her cheeks burned red, but she stayed where she was and didn’t utter a word.
She hadn’t realized how fast thirty seconds would be.
The five other members of his team, including her next-door neighbor, had come down the stairs and approached the two of them.
She wasn’t sure who had commented since they were all staring at her—not lewdly, but appreciatively—and it made her feel beautiful, sexy, and downright naughty.
There she was, in her underwear, looking like a dancer in a strip joint, and she wasn’t embarrassed.
Crap! She was an exhibitionist. How come she never knew that?
She saw Jake break away first, smiling and shaking his head, before sitting in a winged-back chair.
The rest all grinned or winked at her before sitting down until Ian was the only one still standing before her.
“You please me, Angel, very much.” She glowed under his praise.
“I’d like you to keep your arms up for now, but when it gets uncomfortable, just let me know. Understand?”
When she nodded, he shook his head with a frown. Oh yeah! “Yes, Sir. I understand.”
“Good girl. This will take about fifteen or twenty minutes, but I suspect you’ll tire before we finish. Don’t worry about interrupting since you’re already a delicious distraction.”
He turned and took the last seat facing her.
The men could see her easily from how they were all situated, except for Jake, whose back was to her.
She thought it odd he wasn’t looking at her like the others were, but it didn’t bother her.
In fact, she was getting wetter by the second and clenched her thighs together.
Devon had started whatever meeting they were having, but her eyes remained on Ian’s face. When he saw her squirm, he pointed at her feet and indicated with his hands that he wanted her to spread her legs wide.
Shit. The thong gave her limited coverage in her crotch, and they’d all be able to see most of her glistening pussy.
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath before spreading her legs and then looking at Ian again to see his approving nod.
She stood there in her underwear while the men had their meeting, all but ignoring her except for the occasional glance, grin, or wink.
Devon opened a file in his hand. “We’ve narrowed the new team of six down to fourteen candidates.
Eleven men and three women, all highly recommended by their superiors or, in some cases, their subordinates or protected assets.
Four are with the FBI with military backgrounds.
Seven are recently retired or are about to be from various Special Forces, one of whom was a P.O.W.
for a week in Afghanistan. Two are from SWAT teams—one in L.A. and the other from Chicago.
The last one is from the Secret Service and has experience with high-level targets. He was the one who personally, and single-handedly, I might add, prevented the kidnapping of the House Speaker’s young daughter on a family vacation to Jamaica last year. I’m sure everyone remembers the incident.”
Three low-level and over-zealous members of Al Qaeda tried to take the twelve-year-old girl from the hotel her family was staying at.
Two other Secret Service agents were shot to death, and if it wasn’t for Special Agent Cain Foster, the child might have been beheaded at some point for a videotaped jihad.
Ian took over, his gaze flicking to her every few moments to ensure she was okay.
“We’d like to try and get at least one of the three women on the team if we can, but not at the expense of passing over a better-qualified asset.
Having a woman on-call for an op, if needed, keeps us from tracking one down through our contractors.
We are considering hiring one of the women for reasons other than the Omega team, which is what the second team will be called. ”
Boomer snorted. “As long as they know they’re not the Alpha team, which is what I just decided our team will be called.” The group of men chuckled at the pun since they were all alpha-male Doms at the club and had never needed a team name for themselves.
“What’s the extra position?” Jake asked.
Devon grinned like a guy with a new toy. “Chopper pilot.”
“Holy shit, we’re getting a helicopter?” It was Boomer’s turn to sound like a kid in a toy store… or a Dom in a sex toy store because he looked like he was ready to blow a load, and it wasn’t because there was a woman in sexy lingerie standing less than ten feet away from him.
Ian nodded. “Yup, I’ve got a line on one, and I’m hoping we can work out a deal by the end of the month.
As you know, we purchased the ten acres north of the compound last month, and that’s where the helipad will be built.
Polo, I know you have plenty of flight time, and we’ll use you as backup, but I don’t want an empty spot on the team if you have to stay behind with the bird on an op. ”
Marco nodded his head. “Fine with me. I’ll take it up and do some training with the new pilot in case I need to take over in an emergency.”
“Good idea.” Ian paused when he glanced over at Angie. “Excuse me a second,” he said to his team as he stood and approached the stage. “Are your arms tired, Angel?”
Her arms were uncomfortable, but she did her best to keep them up. She shook her head, not wanting to disappoint him. “No, Sir, not really.”
His eyes narrowed, his expression stern. “You’re squirming, and I can tell you're uncomfortable by looking at your face. Would you like to try answering the question again, this time honestly and not with what you think I want to hear?”
Damn, she should have told him the truth the first time he asked. “Um, sorry, Sir. Yes, my arms are tired.”
“The apology better be for not telling me the truth and not because you’re sorry your arms got tired in that position.
You lasted longer than I expected. You may bring your arms down.
” He walked a few feet away and returned with a wooden, straight-back chair, spun it around, and placed it on the stage so if she sat on it properly, she’d be facing the cross behind her.
“Straddle the chair, Angel, and rest your hands on your thighs.”
Angie didn’t know what shocked her more, the position he wanted her in so they’d all have a view of her crotch through the narrow slats of the chair or the fact she obeyed him without hesitation. After she’d done as instructed, he told her to spread her knees wider.
When satisfied, he returned to his chair and continued his meeting while she sat there, her juices dripping from her slit.
She didn’t want to look down, but she was certain she was making a puddle on the seat under her pussy.
Her walls clenched with the need for a cock to fill her.
And not just any cock. Her sex wanted only one…
Ian’s. She was so high on lust that she was tempted to interrupt their meeting and beg him to fuck her right there in front of everyone, and of course, that thought inflamed her desire even further.
Less than ten minutes later, Ian got to his feet and addressed his men.
“Read the candidates’ files, and give Devon or me any recommendations or concerns.
We’ll be starting the interviews next week, and I want you each to meet as many of them as your caseloads allow.
If there are no questions… get lost and enjoy the rest of your Sunday.
I’m taking the rest of the afternoon off to spend time with my beautiful sub. ”
Grins and winks were sent her way again as the men all said goodbye to her, and then she was alone with Ian.
Sexually frustrated beyond anything she’d ever known, she groaned when he picked up her clothes, shook them out, and handed them to her.
She’d forgotten they couldn’t have sex or anything close to it while they were in the club.
As she scrambled to get dressed, she hoped his house was nearby.
If it weren’t, she would force him to do what he said earlier and have him fuck her over the hood of her car while Murray, and anybody else who was around, watched.