should and shouldn’t be done. Don’t you?”
He stared at her. He was here on an assignment, but his assignment required that he be an active player. For that he needed a partner, a well connected one. She’d been here awhile and had made a lot of friends, if the waitress was right. The only problem was the one his sergeant had pointed out. Even though he ruled her out as his suspect because she was too inexperienced, she could definitely play with his head, distract him. He had enjoyed the company and demands of Mistresses, but she was a different animal from those he’d been with before. It was a fine line to walk.
He’d take it one night at a time. After all, he might blow it with her tonight and have to hook up with someone else. His gut clenched at the thought. He wanted this one. He wanted her.
“Yes, Mistress,” he said.
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Natural Law
Chapter 4
She didn’t know what to make of him. Tyler had counseled her to keep it light and easy her first night on her own, and here she was, in the deep end of the pool.
He followed her to the lower level, to the door of the room she’d reserved, a room with polished wood paneling and carved rafter beams, the trappings of a stable for a prize thoroughbred. The large stall area was mounted with a variety of stainless steel polished rings to cross tie at different heights and distances. On a sawhorse made of finished maple with antique hinges, a saddle had been mounted. Bridles, tethers, crops and buggy whips hung on a wall rack, as well as a few things she’d requested provisioned as extras that one wouldn’t normally find in a barn. “Stand there,” she pointed to the middle of the floor outside the stall and went to a control panel in the wall. “I’d like privacy for our first time together,” she said, watching his face.
No flicker of disappointment, or of relief. Based on his unassuming mode of dress, she suspected her prize was not an exhibitionist. However, that wasn’t to say he wouldn’t be turned on by being displayed at his Mistress’s command. He might be the type of sub that got turned on by whatever turned his Mistress on. Taking a deep breath with her back turned to him to calm her reaction to the thought, she still felt his intensity like hands running over her neck and shoulders, her bare back, the curves of her ass, the delicate skin of her inner thighs. She could imagine the press of his lips in those places, chaste, light kisses where his mouth would quiver with the restrained desire to open wide and devour her, one taste at a time.
Some subs—she liked to think of them as bottoms—didn’t care who the Mistress was, as long as they delivered the gratification the sub sought. But the subs for whom the desires of a specific Mistress were the gratification, those subs sought to serve in whatever manner commanded. Some were instinctively protective as well, as if they were reincarnations of palace guards for ancient queens. She thought of the look on Mac’s face when Powell had insulted her. The nasty comment had delivered a blow to her ego, but Mac’s reaction had kept it fully inflated.
She engaged the darkening feature of the ceiling glass so the club visitors could not watch them. She knew the staff security could still monitor them through the discreetly placed mirrors, but no one else would be privy to this evening’s entertainment.
“Mac. That’s your name.”
“Yes, Mistress. If it pleases you.”
“I’m having a hard time finding anything about you that doesn’t please me, Mac.
What’s your given name?”
He hesitated, those silver gray eyes shifting. “Mackenzie.” 21
Joey W. Hill
“Mackenzie. I like that.” She stayed at the wall, watching him, making no attempt to move closer. The air was getting still and warm.
“Take off your shirt, Mackenzie. And next time you come into this club to meet me, you’ll take it off at the door.”
Mac slipped the buttons of the shirt. Violet watched him, studying the
He stared at her. He was here on an assignment, but his assignment required that he be an active player. For that he needed a partner, a well connected one. She’d been here awhile and had made a lot of friends, if the waitress was right. The only problem was the one his sergeant had pointed out. Even though he ruled her out as his suspect because she was too inexperienced, she could definitely play with his head, distract him. He had enjoyed the company and demands of Mistresses, but she was a different animal from those he’d been with before. It was a fine line to walk.
He’d take it one night at a time. After all, he might blow it with her tonight and have to hook up with someone else. His gut clenched at the thought. He wanted this one. He wanted her.
“Yes, Mistress,” he said.
20
Natural Law
Chapter 4
She didn’t know what to make of him. Tyler had counseled her to keep it light and easy her first night on her own, and here she was, in the deep end of the pool.
He followed her to the lower level, to the door of the room she’d reserved, a room with polished wood paneling and carved rafter beams, the trappings of a stable for a prize thoroughbred. The large stall area was mounted with a variety of stainless steel polished rings to cross tie at different heights and distances. On a sawhorse made of finished maple with antique hinges, a saddle had been mounted. Bridles, tethers, crops and buggy whips hung on a wall rack, as well as a few things she’d requested provisioned as extras that one wouldn’t normally find in a barn. “Stand there,” she pointed to the middle of the floor outside the stall and went to a control panel in the wall. “I’d like privacy for our first time together,” she said, watching his face.
No flicker of disappointment, or of relief. Based on his unassuming mode of dress, she suspected her prize was not an exhibitionist. However, that wasn’t to say he wouldn’t be turned on by being displayed at his Mistress’s command. He might be the type of sub that got turned on by whatever turned his Mistress on. Taking a deep breath with her back turned to him to calm her reaction to the thought, she still felt his intensity like hands running over her neck and shoulders, her bare back, the curves of her ass, the delicate skin of her inner thighs. She could imagine the press of his lips in those places, chaste, light kisses where his mouth would quiver with the restrained desire to open wide and devour her, one taste at a time.
Some subs—she liked to think of them as bottoms—didn’t care who the Mistress was, as long as they delivered the gratification the sub sought. But the subs for whom the desires of a specific Mistress were the gratification, those subs sought to serve in whatever manner commanded. Some were instinctively protective as well, as if they were reincarnations of palace guards for ancient queens. She thought of the look on Mac’s face when Powell had insulted her. The nasty comment had delivered a blow to her ego, but Mac’s reaction had kept it fully inflated.
She engaged the darkening feature of the ceiling glass so the club visitors could not watch them. She knew the staff security could still monitor them through the discreetly placed mirrors, but no one else would be privy to this evening’s entertainment.
“Mac. That’s your name.”
“Yes, Mistress. If it pleases you.”
“I’m having a hard time finding anything about you that doesn’t please me, Mac.
What’s your given name?”
He hesitated, those silver gray eyes shifting. “Mackenzie.” 21
Joey W. Hill
“Mackenzie. I like that.” She stayed at the wall, watching him, making no attempt to move closer. The air was getting still and warm.
“Take off your shirt, Mackenzie. And next time you come into this club to meet me, you’ll take it off at the door.”
Mac slipped the buttons of the shirt. Violet watched him, studying the
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