Dangerous Influence (The Harcourte Vampyre Society Book 5) Page 18

  Flynn allowed his fangs to peek out. It said it all. He was already turned on by her, and their night had yet to start.

  Jolie laughed. “You’re easy.”

  “Yes, I am, but for the record, this one isn’t fair. You’re every dominant man’s fantasy too,” he said, resting his palm against her the leather-clad ass.

  He stopped moving.

  “Wait a minute!”

  Jolie and Jacques both jumped.

  “What?” they said together.

  “Mother of God! You’re naked underneath.”

  “Well, of course I am, Flynn. Where would I put a bra in this?”

  Jacques laughed and circled her body.

  “I’m really jealous now.”

  Flynn rubbed his hands together lecherously.

  He was about to say something when they heard Mathew’s quite gait down the hall. All three gasped when he entered the room.

  “My God! Mathew! What happened to your hair?” asked Jolie, almost afraid to know the reason.

  “It was time for a change. It had to go.”

  The men stared at him. He’d shorn it so short, that it was beyond shocking. Jacques glanced over at his mate.

  ‘This is bad.’

  Flynn was aware.

  ‘He’s losing control.’ Flynn told him about the angry artwork.

  ‘We need to watch him.’

  ‘He’s a powder keg waiting to blow.’

  Jacques agreed.

  “I wanted to bring you something,” Mathew said, approaching Jolie.

  Immediately, both men moved toward her to flank her.

  Mathew didn't miss it.

  Neither did Jolie.

  “Here,” he said, holding it out to Flynn. “You once gave me your sunglasses, and I wanted to return the favor. Here’s a collar. It’s the one I used before Delina. I kept it as a reminder of my past. I don’t need it anymore. That time in my life is long gone.”

  “Mathew.”

  “It’s fine, Mistress. You don’t need to say anything. I understand. You need to take one of the masters, and you should. They’ll keep you safe.”

  Jolie wanted to weep.

  Instead, she moved toward him. When she hugged him, he stayed ramrod stiff. As she tried to offer him comfort, there was nothing but coldness in his gaze. It was directed at the two men behind her.

  Flynn didn't look away.

  ‘Yeah, this is going to be a huge problem.’

  ‘We’ll handle it.’

  “Have a safe night, Mistress. I need to finish a painting,” Mathew said.

  Then he walked away.

  Jolie turned. She wanted to be upset, but the looks on her mates’ faces said it all.

  “He’s slipping away, isn’t he?”

  They didn't respond. What could they possibly say? In their lives, they’d learned you couldn’t save everyone.

  “Baby,” Flynn began, moving toward her.

  “Let’s just go.”

  With that, she headed out of the room.

  “Good luck, Flynn,” Jacques said, patting him on the arm.

  Yeah, he was going to need it.

  * * * H a r c o u r t e * * *

  All the way there in the Hummer, she wouldn’t say a word. Finally, when they pulled into the parking lot, Flynn had to get her to focus.

  “Mulduk is going to kill us both. When I’m bound and helpless, he’s going to end my life.”

  She stared over, eyes wide.

  “Flynn!”

  “If you don’t put it on the back burner and focus, we’re screwed. I’m not one to guilt you, Jolie, but if you don’t put Mathew and his mess behind us, you’re going to die at my side. Jacques won’t survive if that happens.”

  She sighed.

  “You’re right.”

  “He’s not a wounded bird. He’s a century old vamp who is on the edge. You can’t fix him. Only Mathew can fix himself. He has to make a choice, and it’s coming.”

  She was aware.

  “I hate this.”

  “We all do, but we’ve done all we could. He attacked me, crossing the line. If we have to release him, so be it. Right now, you need to be focused on us, the three dead victims, and why the Tueur wants us dead. Am I clear?”

  He forced her to stare into his eyes.

  “You can do this.”

  “You should be the one in there dominating me. You’re stronger than I am, Flynn.”

  He kissed her. It was hot and wild. As his fangs scraped against her lips, hers did the same to his, filling their senses with the mingling of blood.

  He moaned.

  She crawled into his lap, pressing her leather clad body against his.

  They kissed.

  In the heat of the moment, they let hands wander, mouths plunder, and the issues around them fall away.

  When she pulled away, her fangs were still in his lip.

  “I’m so hard now, that tonight is going to be torture. Here I was worried I wouldn’t get turned on.”

  She ran her fingers down his stubbly cheek as she stared into his dark blue-black eyes.

  “Go in as a vampyre—not a human,” she whispered. “I need you tonight.”

  He would give her his heart from his chest if she asked. There was a time when he needed that human connection, and Jolie had played mortal for him.

  He could return the favor.

  As she sat in his lap, he motioned toward the collar in the cup holder. “Collar me, Mistress, and let’s get this game underway.”

  “Try and enjoy it,” she said, locking him into the padlocked leather.

  He laughed. “Touch me a lot. That is more than enough to get through this.”

  That she could do.

  “Flynn, I’m going to make you beg.”

  Oddly, he couldn’t wait.

  ∞ Chapter Fourteen ∞

  Club Obsession

  Jolie held her head high as she and Flynn strolled into the club. He stayed behind her, checking out her ass in between scanning the room.

  His fangs were out, and his eyes stayed the dark blue of their people. She was at ease with it. There was something less stressful about dominating another vampyre instead of a human.

  She knew she could pull it off.

  Once there, they were lead into Mulduk’s private area. He was waiting for her, but instead of a room with other women chained to the wall, it was empty.

  He was ready for the show to begin.

  As she strolled in, he licked his lips.

  “Well, Mulduk, this is your little show. What would you like us to do?”

  His greedy little eyes lit up. “Leave your slave here and dominate me, Jolie.”

  She went with her gut instinct. He was a little too excited, and she needed not only to dominate Flynn, but this vile vampyre too.

  “You’re not worthy,” she said, right before she struck him. He went flying into the wall so hard that Flynn actually jumped.

  ‘It’s okay, my love. He’s sick. I’m going to make sure he’s willing to play our game. Just stay calm. I’ve dealt with vampyres like him before.’

  Flynn relaxed. He had to trust her.

  This was about him being her property and slave, so he couldn’t show his true feelings. Flynn prayed that Jolie knew what she was doing.

  She crossed toward him. When he looked like he was going to approach her, Jolie was prepared to call Death.

  They were basically trapped there. His guardians were outside the door, and she didn't trust Mulduk.

  But he didn't act aggressively.

  She could continue.

  Running her finger down Mulduk’s bare chest, she watched him quiver. Oh, he wanted her hands all over him.

  That wasn’t going to happen.

  Well, not the way he wanted.

  Quickly, she gouged him with her claws. The scent of his blood filled the room, making her ill.

  Still, he didn't attack.

  Instead, he moaned, getting hard. She could see his er
ection through his leather pants.

  Yeah, she knew how she was going to play this. There would be one way to dominate him but never have to stoop to his vile level.

  Jolie was the prize he could never have.

  Perfect.

  Mulduk was no longer in charge.

  She was.

  “You want me to touch you, don’t you, Mulduk?”

  “Yesssss,” he hissed. “Use me. Send your slave away and make me bleed.”

  She laughed. “You’re not worthy, Mulduk. I have seen worms worth more,” she said, then struck him with all her vampyre strength.

  His skin split and then re-healed. From the engorged erection, pressing against his leather pants, she could see that she’d struck gold.

  This had been his plan.

  He wanted her hands all over him. Well, that wasn’t going to happen. She was going to make him suffer.

  “Mistress Jolie,” he whispered, dropping to his knees. “Please let me take his place. I’ll allow you to do anything you wish to me. Let me serve you.”

  “It’ll never happen, Mulduk. You told me to bring my own pet, and I did.”

  Jolie walked toward Flynn. “He’s incredibly sexy.”

  Mulduk hissed.

  “I’m very attracted to his tan flesh. Among our kind, he’s unique. My Flynn is one of a kind.”

  Flynn didn't mind Jolie’s body caressing his. He didn't move, but stayed at attention for her. She was the boss tonight.

  “Strip for me, Pet.”

  Flynn took off his shirt and let it drop. He then toed off his leather boots, but kept the pants. Jolie was in his head, giving him step by step instructions.

  Then he recalled what Mathew had said.

  He dropped to his knees without her even asking.

  Jolie’s heart flipped.

  As she stood behind him, her hand came to rest on Flynn’s tan chest. Mulduk watched her every move. Slowly, Jolie slid her fingers across Flynn’s pectoral muscle. The blood beaded and began to drip.

  Flynn leaned back into her body as she sent him visuals of them making love. It was so hot, that he nearly moaned.

  Flynn got hard.

  Jolie knew when Mulduk realized that her choice in ‘slaves’ was getting off at her touch.

  “Please use me!” he begged.

  Jolie sent Flynn a visual. She wanted to sit. Immediately, he went to his hands and knees, forming his body into a bench. She straddled his hips, until she was in position to sit.

  Flynn loved the feel of her pressed to his back. She was bare beneath the skirt, and that wetness was kissing his bare flesh.

  ‘When we get out of here, I’m going to fuck you,’ he warned silently. ‘I won’t be playing pet—you will be.’

  ‘Yes, please. Make me pay for teasing you.’

  Flynn intended to do just that.

  He couldn’t wait to head home.

  Mulduk whimpered in need, and it caught both of their attention.

  He was breathing heavily, and Jolie knew the games were about to begin. “You’re not touching me, Mulduk. I prefer my slaves more…. trained,” she said, running her fingers through Flynn’s black hair. When he didn't expect it, she yanked his head back, pulling a hiss from him lips.

  “Besides, look at him. He’s strong, he’s tan, and he makes you look like nothing.”

  “Mistress…” pleaded Mulduk. He wanted to move closer, but he knew he couldn’t.

  “No thank you. I have all that I want. My pet is trained. Aren’t you, Flynn?”

  “Yes, my Mistress.”

  “I don’t like slaves who beg,” Jolie admitted. When she moved from Flynn’s body, he was checking out the leather boots.

  Mulduk closed his mouth.

  Without warning, Jolie’s hand crashed down across Flynn’s leather clad ass. She continued to send him visuals.

  ‘How comfortable are you with this. I’m going to need to control him. I don’t want to touch him too much. He makes my skin crawl.’

  ‘You aren’t touching him, Jolie. I’ll lose my mind.’

  ‘I’ll keep it to a minimum, my love.’

  ‘Then take it as far as you need to,’ Flynn offered. If it kept her away from the deviant vampyre, he didn't mind.

  ‘Will you mind him watching you pleasure me?’

  There was laughter in her mind.

  She got the point.

  Flynn was hers to use.

  “Now, where is our area to play, Mulduk?”

  Mulduk headed toward a darkened corner of his private quarters and flicked on the lights.

  “Here is your stage, Mistress,” he said, waving his arms at all the torturous tables and devices.

  “This will work just fine,” she said, beckoning to Flynn, who remained on his knees.

  Slowly, he moved toward her, and she couldn’t help but see him as some big, sexy, sleek cat. His muscles rippled, and he was powerful, even in submission.

  When Flynn stood, she shook her head.

  “And here I just said how well trained you are. Did I ask you to stand, Flynn? You’ve forgotten your etiquette.”

  He dropped to his knees.

  Jolie headed toward the one wall and pulled off a riding crop. She flicked it in her hand.

  Flynn didn't even flinch.

  ‘Can I use this on you?’ she asked.

  ‘Yes, but whatever you use on me, is going to appear in our bedroom at some point. I’d choose wisely.’

  Jolie wanted to flush.

  It appeared that Flynn was going to utilize this to his advantage, and she didn't mind at all.

  “This will do just fine,” she admitted, as Flynn approached on his knees.

  “Flynn, strip all the way down for me.”

  “May I stand, Mistress?”

  “Yes.”

  Immediately, he was on his feet, and his hands were working the laces on his leather pants.

  Jolie knew this would be one of the hardest parts for him. Nudity bothered Flynn more than it would a vampyre. He was so much better, but there was always that worry that it would freak him out.

  Apparently, that wasn’t the case.

  When he pulled his leather pants down, she was surprised. He didn't even bat an eyelash.

  Mulduk ogled her pet.

  “Isn’t he amazing?” she asked, walking around Flynn as her fingers trailed across his flesh. When she stroked him, he didn't even move.

  Her mate was in control.

  She wasn’t.

  Jolie wanted to jump him.

  Mulduk said nothing, but his face showed the displeasure. He was pissed that she wasn’t focused on him.

  Jolie flicked her wrist and the crop made contact with Flynn’s ass, leaving an angry red welt.

  If it turned him off, Flynn didn't let it show. In fact, he was completely erect and Jolie knew that what was to come would make him that much wilder.

  They were going to need to burn off this energy when they were alone.

  Apparently, he was in her mind.

  ‘We will, and you’ll be the one screaming for me.’

  Jolie wanted to blush. She loved those moments more than anything.

  “Down on all fours, Flynn. NOW!” She snapped her wrist again, striking him once more with the crop.

  He obeyed, not even flinching. Jolie wasn’t hurting him. After each strike, she lovingly stroked the red mark.

  “I want you to count for me, Flynn,” Jolie demanded, as she placed one foot on his lower back so she could get a better angle for the lashes.

  In her head, she was sharing the visuals with Flynn as she saw them. He kept trying to look up her very tight skirt.

  She didn't stop him.

  ‘God, that’s hot,’ he admitted silently. ‘I want your legs, still in those boots, wrapped around my hips as I bury myself in you.’

  ‘Maybe we should bring this crop home,’ Jolie teased. The visuals he sent back made it hard to breathe.

  He didn't argue, and that shot her blood pres
sure through the roof.

  She struck him with the crop.

  “One.”

  Again

  “Two.”

  Again, she struck him harder as the marks began crisscrossing over his flesh.

  “Three.”

  Jolie continued to strike Flynn until she got to ten. After the tenth strike, she glanced over at Mulduk who was going glassy eyed at what was going on in front of him.

  She turned her focus back to Flynn. “To the wall.”

  Mulduk moved.

  She struck him. “Not you! My pet.”

  Flynn crawled to the wall and waited for her next command. He could feel her approaching, and he relaxed knowing she wouldn’t harm him. Jolie was taking it easier on him. Gone were the memories of what Bella had done to him.

  This was different.

  He kind of got why Jolie liked it.

  That kiss of pain brought so much pleasure. She was doing a damn good job of turning him on.

  Oh, and Mulduk too.

  With each strike, that Flynn took, Mulduk whimpered in need. Jolie was working the room.

  “Up,” she turned him around and made him face Mulduk as she strapped his arms above his head.

  ‘Jolie, keep them loose in case he makes a move on you. I want to be able to slip out.’

  ‘Yes my love. You look sexy naked and bound. I could get used to this.’

  ‘Nice try. You’re the one going to be in this position later. As for that crop, you need to bring it with you.’

  Her heart skipped.

  ‘Is this boring you?’

  ‘I’m hard, wild, and need you. I’ve never thought I could get to this state with a vampyre watching, but you’re making me crazy.’

  Jolie took his face in her hands and went up on her tiptoes. Her mouth found his, and she kissed him like it was the last one they’d share.

  She moaned.

  Flynn moaned.

  Mulduk begged.

  It was exactly what she wanted.

  Jolie, despite Flynn’s warning, allowed him to move closer. “Crawl, Mulduk.”

  He did as she asked.

  When he got too close, accidentally touching Flynn’s leg, she used the riding crop to strike him.

  He moaned.

  Flynn tried to stay calm.

  “I don’t allow anyone to touch what’s mine, Mulduk,” she said, running her hands up Flynn’s body. “If you come in contact with his body again, we’re leaving.”