Bound to Me Page 7

  Hell, just this past weekend he’d watched a scene, Jack and an unattached sub had been playing. And the way Kat had shuddered and responded to the command in his voice spoke volumes. Fuck. Damn. Shit. He thought she might be submissive, but had second guessed himself because he wanted that hot little body so much he’d been worried he was seeing signs that weren’t really there. Dom training 101, go with your instincts and trust your intuition… son of a bitch.

  “Sorry, Marcus, Jack is playing Neanderthal right now. Dammit, Jack, stop squeezing me.”

  Marcus had to grin. No, he wasn’t playing any kind of games. He was staking a claim loud and clear. From the look on Jack’s face the little sub was going to have a red ass by night’s end… fuck, just the thought he could be the one turning her red made him stifle a groan.

  “Jack can talk for himself, remember the lesson we had last night? I think we need a repeat.”

  “Jack, no!” Kat whispered.

  “Marcus, Jack Kincaid.” Jack held out his hand, making sure to tuck Kat under his arm away from the other man. “Thank you for making sure Kat’s car was repaired so quickly. If you’ll tell me the costs we’ll get out of your hair.”

  “No charge. Kat’s a good friend. She makes the best cookies in Kentucky. You just make me a batch of those chocolate chip ones and bring them over Sunday. We’ll call it even, cupcake.”

  Jack ground his teeth together at the endearment. Hell no, this bastard was going to take money and never look at Kat again.

  “Oh, Marcus, no. I have to pay you for the tires at least. Cookies for a year wouldn’t be enough to cover the costs of those things.”

  “Cupcake, your company and those cookies will be all I need.” Marcus couldn’t help needling Jack. Hell, the guy was getting off easy. He’d spend a good portion of the night with Kat draped over his lap, naked ass in the air. Marcus was going home to a coon dog with an attitude. Jack deserved a little grief.

  “You won’t be getting either, how much?” Jack bit out.

  “Don’t be silly, Jack. I made enough tonight to cover the tires. Why would you pay for them?” Kat sounded genuinely confused that he wanted to cover the cost of the tires. She had a lot to learn about their relationship, granted she was still under the delusion he was only taking a week.

  “Because it pleases me to take care of you.”

  Marcus wasn’t about to turn down Jack’s money, hell he was getting the girl so he could pay for the tires. “Come on over and I’ll ring you up.”

  “Jack, no. This is not what we agreed to. I said a week not… dammit… it’s Chase,” she said, looking down at her ringing cell phone. “I have to talk to him, Jack, don’t you dare pay for those tires. Marcus, no more cookies if you even think of giving in and letting him pay.” With her warning ringing in the air, she walked out the door to take her call in private.

  “I’m cutting my own throat letting you pay for those damn tires. I love that woman’s chocolate chip cookies.” Marcus eyed Jack across the counter.

  “Get used to disappointment. How much?” Jack wasn’t going to let the big bastard anywhere near Kat. He knew interest when he saw it.

  Marcus grinned, but it was nowhere near reaching his eyes. “Three-hundred even.”

  Jack slid him his credit card listened to the machine whir and spit out a receipt.

  “Just a warning. She’s a special lady. You hurt one hair on her head and I don’t give a shit who you are. I’ll make you wish your father had pulled out.”

  “I’d cut my own hand off rather than hurt her, she’s mine, you remember that and we’ll be just fine.”

  Marcus tilted his head. Jack nodded in return, pocketed his wallet and walked out the parking lot to find Kat pacing and still talking to Chase.

  “Stop laughing, Chase, you sound like a deranged hyena… No, it’s not funny… I told you that’s why I ignored her, I have a temper… I don’t care what Zeke says I’m not going to post anything to YouTube because I wasn’t recording it… You men are all alike, no, Zeke, no one took off their tops… Yes, Chase, I’ll be home later come over and you can help me look for positions online. I have to go, Marcus closes in a few minutes… No, I will not tell him he has an ass you dream about… No he doesn’t want me like that, geez, Chase get your mind out of the gutter, he only wants my cookies… dammit, Chase not those cookies… I’m hanging up apparently you’ve taken to drinking on the job.

  Kat disconnected and looked skyward for guidance. Two strong arms reached around her pulling her into a familiar muscled chest. Kat turned in Jack’s embrace and breathed in his masculine scent and felt the maelstrom of emotions balling in her chest ease. Her breathing evened out until she was calm.

  Jack basked in the knowledge Kat had turned into the shelter of his arms for comfort. He’d felt her fast-beating heart and uneven breath when she’d cuddled up to him and was pleased when she calmed after a minute and seemed content leaning on him… progress indeed.

  “It seems the restaurant heard about what happened. The kitchen staff have been singing, “Ding Dong the Bitch is Dead,” for the last thirty minutes. Chase is giddy that I finally slugged her and Zeke is convinced there’s topless photos of us duking it out. Chase thinks she’ll try to get me back somehow.”

  Jack was a little worried about that himself. The brief time he’d spoken to the young woman she’d seemed to be slightly off. When he’d turned down her polite suggestion to, “let him take her up her ass in the bathroom,” she’d seem genuinely confused when he told her no. She’d then offered every other orifice she possessed.

  The look she’d given him had reminded him of a classmate that had invited Jack to a sleep over. He’d taken him up to his room and showed off his record collection and they’d vegged out playing games and doing regular boy stuff. Later that night the kid had dragged out a huge hamster cage and let Jack get one out and hold it. Jack had held and petted that thing for an hour. The boy had taken it from him and set it on this old stained box he had next to his bed and smiled widely as he placed the hamster in the box. Jack had expected the hamster to do a trick or something. Instead the kid took a hammer he had behind his back and whacked the poor thing’s head in.

  He’d been stunned and then angry at the boy, and he still remembered the look in the kid’s eyes, like he couldn’t believe Jack was mad over a hamster. Like that was somehow normal behavior. Jack had slugged him, grabbed his stuff, then emptied the cage of hamsters into his overnight bag and left the house. He’d told his parents what had happened. Within a week the boy and his family had moved out of their district. Jack’s dad told him they were getting the boy some help. Marla and that boy had the same deadness in their eyes. “I think Chase is right to worry. She didn’t seem like she was paddling with all her oars in the water.”

  “She was just a bully. I’m not worried. She’d be insane to try and get me back for a mess she caused. Besides, we were both fired.”

  Jack made a mental note to look into Marla’s history just as a precaution.

  “If you want to go ahead and go you can, thank you for the ride. I have to pay Marcus and grab my keys.”

  “I’ll follow you home, Marcus is paid and here are your keys.” Jack wanted to laugh at her open-mouthed astonishment.

  “You’ll tell me how much they were right now, Jack Kincaid!”

  Jack felt his cock go instantly hard, but damn that temper was going to keep her ass red. Might as well make her lose it completely since he wanted to see how she took a paddle. “How about you just pay me back in cookies and your company… cupcake.”

  Kat saw red, how dare he mock her. She’d busted her ass to make as much money as possible to pay for her own tires. Without thought, she hauled back and punched Jack as hard as she could in the stomach. “Dammit, your stomach is as hard as your head.”

  Jack grabbed the hand she was now cradling trying to see if she’d done any damage. “Katherine, stop pulling away from me now,” he thundered down at her bent head.


  Kat stopped and allowed Jack to look at her hand. Damn the man anyway. She’d agreed to a week with him. That didn’t mean he got pay for things. That made her feel like a whore and she was not a whore. “Jack, I can’t let you pay for those tires, it makes me feel like I’m whoring myself to you.”

  The words had barely left her mouth when she felt Jack’s hand land a resounding smack on her ass. Shit, that had hurt, a lot.

  “If you ever call yourself a whore I’ll have you over my knee no matter where we are. And it won’t be those sweet little pats I gave you last night. You won’t sit for a week. Do I make myself clear?”

  Sweet little pats? Was he serious? That had hurt like hell… well for a minute. Until he’d… ok, not going there. “It’s a small town and people will talk. I don’t need everyone thinking I can be had for the price of tires.”

  “No one knows I bought your tires.”

  “Marcus knows.”

  “Marcus didn’t strike me as the kind to gossip with the gals over a cup of espresso. Besides Marcus doesn’t want to get on your bad side… any other side, yes.”

  “What’s that supposed to mean?”

  Jack fisted a hand in the fall of hair and pulled until she was looking at him. “It means he wants in that sweet little pussy I claimed last night.”

  “He does not! Marcus thinks of me as a friend. He’s been here a year or more and never lacks for a woman. He has a new woman every weekend and never once has he tried anything with me.”

  “Because he likes his women to be submissive, little Kat, and up until ten minutes ago he didn’t think that was your brand of kink. Trust me when I tell you he wanted you before, but now he really wants you. If you hadn’t been still shaken from the fight you’d have seen him practically drooling when I called you to me and you responded, quite beautifully if I may say so.”

  Kat blushed, thinking of Marcus knowing intimate things about her. She’d honestly never thought of him in that light. Yes, he was attractive, but when she thought of him she always thought in terms of who she could fix him up with.

  “Don’t be ashamed of your needs, Kat. Marcus might be an asshole, but he’s a good Dom. It would be a complete violation to all he believes. A sub is to be protected and cherished. I see him occasionally at a club we both belong to in Lexington. Just took me a minute to figure out where I’d seen him before. Man looks different outside of his leathers.” Jack could see that got her attention. Time to get her moving before she remembered why she was angry.

  “I’ll follow you to your apartment.”

  “But I want to know about the club! Those things, are they like the books I read? Oh my gosh, do people really walk around naked and do sexual acts in the middle of a crowded room?”

  Jack chuckled as he walked her to her car and opened the door. Such a curious, little Kat. “I don’t know, yes and yes.”

  Kat got behind the wheel of the car and sat complacent while Jack buckled her in. “Jack, you have to tell me what it’s like! Do you have pictures? Oh, oh what about videos?”

  Jack leaned in kissed her forehead. “I’ll tell you whatever you want, but first, let’s get you home and out of those clothes, you have blood on your blouse.”

  Kat looked down and saw the stains. “Gross, Marla blood. I do need a shower.” Suddenly remembering why she was mad, Kat waved a finger at Jack. “Don’t think I’ve forgotten about the tires.”

  Jack laughed all the way to his car… yep, ass in the air red as a ripe cherry… he did so love cherries.

  Chapter 7

  “Marla, you’re all worked up about nothing. So what, you lost a lousy job slinging food at some uppity restaurant. There’s eating places everywhere. Heck, I can get you on at Earl’s if you want. One of the bartenders quit.”

  Marla wanted to punch him in the face. He was such a fucking idiot. Why did he not get it? That stupid cunt had cost her not just the job, but now she was out all the extra money she made on the side. Those classy bastards paid a hell of a lot more for a stray piece of ass or to have their dicks sucked than the yokel locals at Earl’s. Shit, they complained about a bottle of beer being expensive.

  She needed to make cash, her dealer didn’t take checks and he sure as hell wasn’t going to take a credit card. God, she still couldn’t believe that bitch had punched her in the nose, now her face was puffy and both her eyes were turning black. She was supposed to be meeting a customer tonight for a freak fuck that would net her five-hundred dollars. She only took him on when she was dead broke because he was mean and making her hurt was a good time. He’d make her take it up the ass since her face was all fucked up. She hated taking him there, his dick was just too big and she bled for days the last time he’d done it. He was mean and big and he liked to make her hurt a little too much. Which was one of the reasons she kept dumbass Lonnie with her when she went for their sessions. Lonnie was dense as a fucking brick, but he was big and deterred the prick from hurting her too bad. She was waiting to hear they found some local woman raped and dead because the guy was that insane. The one time she’d struggled because he’d been reaming her too fucking hard without any lubricant, he’d gone crazy on her. Lonnie had kicked in the door and pulled the jerk off of her. He’d apologized all pretty and thrown in a kilo of pure for her troubles. Said that was one of his triggers, whatever the hell that meant, a woman struggling… wait. Holy shit, she’d just figured out how to get that stupid old cunt back for getting her fired and make a nice pay day for herself. Nobody fucked with Marla fucking Stinson and got away with it.

  “Lonnie, shut the fuck up. I’m not working at Earl’s with a bunch of cheap-ass rednecks. I need you to go with me out on Monroe later.”

  “That man is crazy, Marla. He hurt you bad last time I took you out there. He ain’t gonna want to do nothing anyway with your face all ugly like that.”

  “He’ll still do me, and that’s why I bring you with me so you can keep him from hurting me, dumbass.” Marla rolled her eyes and smacked Lonnie in the middle of his big chest. She couldn’t wait to get out of this hick-ass town. She was too good for any of these people.

  “He’s got money and I need it. Plus, I’m going to give him some information on a woman who likes to give it like he wants it, all rough and shit. Hell, she’ll even scream and cry and beg him not to fuck her, but on the inside she’s loving it.”

  “Well, I feel sorry for that dumb broad then, he’ll kill her before he’s done or rip her in two.”

  Marla smiled with malice. “We can only hope, Lonnie, we can only hope.”

  * * * *

  Lonnie knew he wasn’t the smartest man in town. His own mom said he must have been dropped on his head at the hospital, but he didn’t care for what Marla was doing tonight. She was his friend and he didn’t mind helping her out, but sometimes she got a look the devil was inside her and he didn’t like that look. He thought those drugs she did probably messed her up a little, but she swore she needed them or she’d go crazy. He even felt kind of guilty listening to what they were saying in the bedroom, but he wanted to know who Marla was telling Master Stone wanted to be raped. He didn’t think anyone deserved that, no matter how mad Marla was. He strained to hear the conversation.

  “I’m not staring at your face. Turn over. I’ll take your ass.”

  Marla barely kept herself from cringing, but obeyed Master Stone, as he liked to be called. Wouldn’t good old Barton curl up and die if they knew what their upstanding citizen did in the privacy of his home. “That’s fine, no bruises this time. You aren’t my only guy.”

  She heard him squirt the cold lube into his hand and extra on the crack of her ass. Thank God he was at least doing that. Last time he’d spit on her asshole and nearly split her in two. She closed her eyes and thought of all the pretty white lines she could buy with the cash he gave her.

  Master Stone gave no warning, simply parted her ass cheeks and shoved his dick in, hard. Marla grunted at the sudden pressure. Fucking asshole. That had hurt. When
she’d called him big she hadn’t been exaggerating in the least, she’d never seen a man as large as him and she’d fucked a lot of guys. She’d told Lonnie only to bust in if she screamed his name so he knew better than to come in if she simply cried out. Master Stone liked it when she screamed so she tried her hardest not to give him the satisfaction. He might think he was in charge of these little meetings, but she ran this shit. He continued to dig into her ass with hard strokes that pushed her up the bed. She could hear him breathing heavily behind her. He sounded like a fucking asthmatic pig, disgusting.

  He cupped her ass and pushed her ass cheeks together as much as he could to try and make her tighter. She felt his hand wandering down to her clit. God this was the part she hated. The big bastard couldn’t just fuck her and get off, he demanded she come. She was convinced he did it because he knew she despised the fact he could make her do it against her will. She was the one in control, she made the rules, and she took the money, but he got his rocks off by making her come and she hated him even more for that. It probably had to do with some of that weirdo BDSM bullshit he was into. Making the little woman submit to his will or some shit. He shoved two fingers up her dry pussy.

  “Tsk, Tsk, let’s make that cunt wet.”

  Marla gritted her teeth as he started to pump a finger up her while working her clit with his thumb, she felt herself getting wet. Fucking bastard.