14. Killian
Chapter 14
Killian
“ H ey, Kill, your girl is in the club.”
My head jerked up, fully distracted from the involved conversation I’d been having with Cullen about several accounts we’d neglected in the last couple of days. We were bickering about which team to engage for a surveillance gig at Majewski’s Car Dealership when Ian’s monotone voice informing me of Willa’s presence in the club garnered all of my attention.
I stared at the wall of surveillance monitors, my eyes quickly finding the one with Willa. What the fuck was she even doing up there? I thought she was safely tucked away in my room. It never occurred to me that she’d want to visit the club.
It didn’t take me long to realize I hated the idea of her up there, in that environment, without me. She was too fucking sexy, and that place was full of assholes waiting to take advantage of someone as innocent as Willa.
Unfortunately, she was up there and was currently standing at the bar talking to Martin Goddard. It seemed fairly harmless at first, but the first stirrings of anger started when he gave her one of his flirty smiles. I’d seen this slick asshole rope in woman after woman at the club with his smooth bullshit. Possessiveness hot, sharp, and annoying as fuck grabbed me by the throat. He better keep his motherfucking hands to himself.
My jaw tightened as I watched him come around the bar and start touching her. My fists tightened when I saw him cage her body against the bar, a sick, annoying sensation that felt a lot like jealousy crawled in my chest like snakes. What the fuck?
“Looks like your girl gets around, Kill,” Cullen snidely. I shot him a filthy look, then put my eyes back on the screen, reassured and alarmed by the expression on Willa’s face. She didn’t look happy to be trapped by Martin. She looked confused and fucking uncomfortable.
“Fuck this. I’ll be back,” I said, storming toward the door.
“Jealous asshole,” I heard Cullen holler, but ignored him. The only thing I had in mind right now was plowing my fist into Martin’s fucking face. He might not even know Willa was with me, but at the moment, I didn’t fucking care.
By the time I stormed up the stairs, I found Willa not only standing with Martin, but with fucking Cara.
Jesus Christ.
I walked up behind Willa and heard Cara mock Martin for going after someone I’d already fucked. Of course, she didn’t know for sure that I’d fucked Willa, but since I had, her referring to Martin taking my spot didn’t sit well in the least. Just as I walked up, I was proud and amused to hear Willa stand up for herself, implying that Cara was the problem.
She was correct there.
The minute Cara lifted her claw-like hands, I grabbed Willa and pulled her out of harm’s way.
I pinned my glare on Martin. He was the fucking manager for God’s sake. “What the fuck is going on here?”
Willa squirmed in my arms, but I gave her a squeeze to settle her down. “Well, Goddard? Why is one of the club employees attacking a guest?”
“Killian! You can’t be taking her side!” Cara whined.
“Sorry, Kill. Cara is a little possessive of us guys and she got a little overboard with your…friend.” I couldn’t stand Martin, but I especially hated how he was downplaying not only Cara’s behavior but my connection to Willa. My friend? Fuck him. She was wearing my bite marks all over her neck.
“Killian, you have to hear my side of things. That skank is not loyal to you. She was all over Martin. I defended you, I called her out and told her what she was doing was disgusting,” she asserted victoriously.
Willa stiffened. “Are you out of your mind? You crazy bitch, I can’t?—”
I slid my hand over Willa’s mouth and put my lips next to her ear. “Settle down, baby. I know what happened,” I said softly enough that only she could hear me and her body instantly relaxed against me. My dick twitched at her implied trust. “That doesn’t mean I’m not going to punish you for coming here without telling me,” I whispered equally softly, and felt her body tense up for much more pleasurable reasons.
I loved putting her on edge. I could practically hear the wheels turning in her head as she pondered what I’d do to punish her. My dick gave another twitch as I let several possibilities filter through my mind.
But I would have to deal with this stupid bullshit before any of that.
“Goddard, I want Cara fired. Now.”
Martin looked incredibly uncomfortable. “Look, Kill, I know she’s?—”
“What? Fired? Me? After what that whore tried to do with Martin?” Before I could reply, Cara walked up to me and ran her hands up my chest, which was a feat considering I had Willa pressed against my right side and my hand still over her mouth. “Killian, let’s go play. I’ll explain everything and you can forget this two-timing slut.”
Willa started making a racket under my hand and I gave her another squeeze. “Cara, the only thing I’m going to do is make sure you’re fired. Immediately. Goddard, see to it.”
“But Logan needs to?—”
“Stop.” My one word halted his stupid comment. He was acting like he didn’t have the authority to fire Cara, but he did. She probably gave him blow jobs on the side, or something similar, to maintain her continued employment. I was going to handle this right now.
I took my hand off Willa’s mouth, but gave her a warning squeeze to stay quiet. I didn’t need her adding to the drama. I fired off a quick text to Logan to come to the bar and he arrived about a minute later, his bare chest covered with sweat, his hand clutching a crop.
“What’s going on?” he barked irritably, for obvious reasons. I looked down at Willa and found her eyes skating down Logan’s heavily tattooed, incredibly muscular body and felt my teeth clench. I reached down and pinched her ass where my cane mark was, causing her to yelp.
“What was that for?” she said, her golden brows drawn together in a frown.
“Looking.”
She rolled her eyes and I focused back on Logan. “We have a situation with Cara. She needs to go.”
Logan crossed his thick arms, his black eyes flickering to all parties as I outlined everything I’d seen, including fucking Martin hitting on Willa, though that wasn’t a firable offense. I just wanted that asshole to know I saw him.
By the end of my story, Logan was staring down at Cara while she stood there sulking and pouting like a misbehaving teenager, spitting excuse after excuse.
“Stop!” Logan roared. “You do not work in my club and treat my guests like this. Get out and never return, Cara. Your last check will be mailed to you.”
She gave a long meaningful look at Martin, as if this was the moment he was supposed to step in and save her, or stop Logan from firing her, but Martin could do fuck all. Logan owned the place.
“Sorry, Cara,” Martin murmured.
“You son of a bitch! We had a deal! You said I would be protected!”
Logan pinned his cold, dark gaze on Martin. “Is that so?”
Martin put his hands up. “Logan, I’m sorry. I...I slept with her, but she came onto me and I never promised her shit,” he said fervently, his eyes wide with fear as he protested his innocence.
It was a tough call because they were both known liars, but in this situation, Cara definitely had the worse reputation of the two. Apparently, Logan agreed.
“Martin, if I find out you let your dick make your decisions again, you’re out on your ass. Kill, can you get someone to escort Cara out?”
I nodded and signaled one of my guys, Jake, who was by the door and had been keeping an eye on the situation after I arrived. He walked over and I told him to escort Cara out of the building and into her car.
“Martin, how could you!” Cara screamed while Jake gently, but firmly, took her by the arm and attempted to steer her to the exit.
“Cara, go,” Martin said in a stern voice, giving her a steady look and for whatever reason, it seemed to work.
“Fine. I’m leaving.” She stared at Martin for a long moment before Jake finally got her out the door.
Martin gave another round of awkward apologies and before quickly making himself scarce and disappearing to some other part of the club.
Logan stared at Martin’s retreating back, his jaw clenched, then turned to me. “Sorry about that, Kill.”
“No problem. Just sorry to pull you away from whatever you were doing.” I was eager for him to return to his activities. I didn’t like the way Willa’s eyes skated over Logan’s hard, tattooed body.
“It’s fine. Just needed some stress release tonight. Enjoy the rest of your evening,” he said, walking back to whomever he’d been playing with.
“I can’t believe you had sex with that woman,” Willa said, shaking her head as she continued to stare at the door Cara had disappeared through.
Little brat. I gave her another pinch on the bottom that had her squeaking and whirling around. “Ow! What was that for? I mean, I’m not wrong, am I?”
I needed to get off this subject fast. I walked her back toward the bar, caging her in, just as Martin had. “That’s not important. What I want to know is how you ended up here.”
She crossed her arms over her chest and thrust her chin up, challenging me. God, she was fucking hot. Her sky-blue eyes snapping up to meet mine, blonde hair in long, messy waves down her back, the tight t-shirt clinging to her tits, her nipples now hard and poking through the thin material. I wanted to fucking consume her. My cock was hammering in my pants, urging me to lift that little skirt and take what I wanted.
“You just left me down in that room, bored out of my mind. What else was I supposed to do?” she said cheekily. My hand itched to spank all that fucking attitude right out of her. And I would.
“You come here looking for anyone in particular?” I asked, feeling a kick in my chest as I remembered watching Martin hit on her.
She gave me a small smile, like she’d guessed that I’d been jealous. She looked like a mischievous little fairy. “Hmm, maybe,” she said and gave a slow perusal around the room, as if looking for a partner.
I gave a low growl and wrapped my arms around her, one of my hands sliding under her short skirt to cup her pussy, my finger sliding possessively over her dampening flesh. “This is mine. Nobody touches it but me. Not even you, unless I tell you to,” I whispered hotly in her ear, hearing her breathy gasp and feeling a gush of wetness on my hand. Oh, she liked when I controlled her. She liked it a fuck of a lot.
I carried her across the room to a more secluded little nook with a privacy screen that contained a few pieces of equipment. What I wanted was the spanking bench because that was exactly what my girl needed. To have her hot, sassy, misbehaving ass spanked.
“What are we doing over here?” she asked, her eyes scanning the equipment. Even though she’d asked the question, her expression indicated she knew exactly what we were doing.
I walked her against the wall in the darkened corner. I figured Willa wouldn’t appreciate being a spectacle for the entire room to observe. In fact, I found myself reluctant to share her with every motherfucker in the club, as well. I didn’t want those assholes to see her naked, to see her squirm and moan under my touch, to see her come. That was for me, and only me.
Unease rippled through me at the unfamiliar need to keep her to myself. I’d fucked any number of women in this club in front of anyone who happened to be around to witness it and had never cared. In fact, I had appreciated the audience because it had kept the sex from feeling too intimate. The thought of sharing Willa with other men, even just their gaze, had me seeing red, uncomfortable feelings of possessiveness and territoriality roaring through me. I knew this thing with Willa would probably blow over after we found Lily, but for this moment, while she was here, she belonged to me.
“Keep your hands at your sides,” I ordered, not bothering to answer her question. She knew.
I dipped my hand into her panties, thrusting two fingers inside her and started pulling and pinching her nipple. I wanted her horny, desperate, wild.
I slid my thumb over her clit and her eyes slid shut, her hips twisting manically to grab at the orgasm that I was holding resolutely out of her reach. Her hands remained submissively by her sides as she allowed me to play with and pleasure her body however I saw fit. Waves of power, hot, potent and intense rolled through me at her obedience.
“So good, Willa,” I whispered against her neck as I licked, sucked, and bit her soft skin, loving the sight of the small marks I left behind. I quickly unbuttoned her skirt and gravity did its thing as it dropped to the ground. Her panties followed quickly. “You’re being so good,” I praised, and she whimpered in response. I needed to get her ass on the bench, or I was going to fuck her against this wall.
“What are you going to do?” she repeated breathlessly.
“I’m going to spank you. You need it.”
“I need to be spanked?” she asked tartly, a little of her fire returning.
“Absolutely.”
“Why?”
I cocked my head at her, debating if she wanted to hear all the reasons why I was spanking her. She probably thought this was just a kinky little scene because I told her I was going to punish her, but it was about more than that. Her words from earlier still spun around in my head, accusing me of enjoying whipping her when she hadn’t deserved it. She knew it wasn’t true, that I wasn’t okay with hurting her in Lily’s place. My gut clenched when I remembered her reaction to the real pain I had undeservedly given her.
But the way she lashed out at me, it was as if she had forgotten the night before, bothered me. As if she’d forgotten how I’d swatted and pinched and spanked her and she came and came and came.
She needed to face who she was and what she craved.
I moved my lips close to her ear, my fingers stroking her needy little clit. “I told you I was going to punish you for not telling me you were coming up here. But more importantly, I’m doing it to demonstrate, once and for all, that you like a little pain during sex. In fact, based on what I’ve experienced with you, I suspect you might like quite a bit of pain.” I licked her ear and slid my tongue down her neck to sink my teeth into her shoulder. “I remember flogging your ass bright red, remember how wet your pussy got, how you moaned, how much you hated that you loved it. I remember it all and now I’m reminding you. Again.”
She was nearly incoherent now, just a jumble of moaning and broken words.
“Now, I’m going to spank this sexy ass, I’m going to make you come, and then I’m going to fuck you hard,” I whispered darkly in her ear, my hand reaching down to rub the area that I was about to be spank and the other sinking two fingers into her hot cunt. She was nearly shaking with arousal and anticipation.
I needed to start this right fucking now or I was going to come in my pants.
Firmly gripping the back of her neck, I bent her over the spanking bench. She snapped out of her daze, rearing up at the awkward, extremely revealing position the bench put her in. Her legs were straddling the padded center, spreading her pussy and ass. My cane mark was still very evident even after I’d applied lotion a couple of times. As much as I regretted how it got there, I still I fucking loved looking at it.
“You can’t be serious. I can’t stay in this position,” she balked in embarrassment.
I leaned my body over hers, my chest pressing against her back. My fingers slid between her legs, two fingers twirling around her clit. “You look fucking gorgeous. Sexy beyond words.” I leaned behind her and slid my tongue inside her slit, causing her to jump slightly, then moan deeply, my fingers still twirling around her clit.
She wasn’t buckled in yet, but she didn’t get off the bench. She wanted this but was struggling to let herself have it, getting in her head and letting embarrassment and shame crowd out the excitement and pleasure. It was a common enough dilemma for a new submissive, but I’d never played with anyone who wasn’t experienced.
In the past, I made a point to only engage partners who were well versed in the same things I was. Yet, fate had thrown this sexy, gorgeous, adorable, innocent girl in my path and I could do nothing but gorge myself on everything that was her, even if I had to navigate her nervousness and lack of experience. Previously, I would have identified those two qualities to be an unequivocal turn off, but as I watched her overcome her fears, her insecurities, her doubts my arousal skyrocketed. I wanted her more.
“Will you let me have you, Willa? Control your body, control your pleasure? Will you trust me?”
I waited for several heartbeats feeling the tension still buzzing under her skin. Her consent was crucial to her accepting this part of herself. Slowly, miraculously, her body softened and relaxed against the bench. I heard and felt her take a deep breath, as if working up her nerve.
“Yes, Killian, I’ll trust you.”
I swear, I almost came at her words. I thrust my hand down between my legs and squeezed my stiff cock, trying to get myself back under control. Her trust and surrender were the most potent aphrodisiacs I’d ever encountered.
“You won’t regret it, baby. I’ll make you feel things you’ve never felt before.”
“I don’t doubt it,” she murmured.
I grabbed her hand to buckle it to the bench and she reared up again. “Wait. I don't want to be tied down.”
I was momentarily puzzled by her refusal and then realized she was thinking of when I first had her and shackled her to the bed in my room. My chest tightened with utter self-loathing and regret that she was having this reaction, but I was glad to have the opportunity to help her overcome it. By the end of the night, she would only think of ecstasy when she saw a restraint.
Instead of releasing her, as she may have expected, I kneeled next to her, rubbing my hand soothingly over the exposed skin of her hip. “The restraint is for your protection. You might feel the urge to move your hand back here, and I don’t want to hit it and injure you.” I tucked a loose strand of hair over her ear and rubbed her cheek with my thumb. “I…I understand why you’re having this reaction and I’m so incredibly sorry for it. While I understand your apprehension, I also think you might like being restrained under more…pleasurable circumstances. Are you willing to try?”
Her mouth tightened as if the word “yes” hovered on her lips and she was trying to swallow it back. I didn’t push, I didn’t force. I simply stroked her hair and waited.
“Okay,” she finally whispered. Elation and satisfaction jolted through me like a lightening storm as she gave me her trust. I wouldn’t fuck it up.
“Thank you, baby. I will also give you a safe word.”
“Safe word?”
“Yes. If, at any point, you want me to stop you just say the word ‘red’ and I’ll release you.”
Armed with the knowledge that she ultimately held the control and could stop this at any time, the last of the tension eased out of her body.
I slid my fingers between her legs, relieved to find her still wet and aroused. I gave her clit a little pinch and she jumped, then I pumped my fingers in and out of her pussy as she groaned. “Okay?”
“Okay,” she replied shakily, her hips trying to anticipate what my fingers were going to do in order to get off.
“Good girl,” I whispered, watching her move and squirm under my hand. “Christ, you’re so fucking sexy,” I grunted, my finger moving to tease her clit before removing it.
I finished buckling her in and stood back, admiring how fucking incredible she looked strapped to the bench, completely under my control. I debated using an implement, like a paddle or the flogger again, but in the end, I decided to simply use my hand.
I rubbed my hand over her exposed ass. “You ready, baby?”
She paused for a moment. “I think so.” Her voice is breathy and uncertain and sends more blood rushing to my cock. I had no idea her inexperience was going to end up being such a fucking turn on, but it was. Watching her push past her own inhibitions sent lust hammering through my system, turning my blood hot.
“Willa, are you ready?” I asked in a firmer, more dominant voice. She needed to consent fully.
“Yes.”
“Let’s begin.”