Chapter 24

She didn't stop until he was deep inside her. Until her spanked ass rested on his legs, her inner thighs hugging his hips.

Colette took shallow breaths. He was so deep inside her, filling her so full, that it almost felt like there wasn't room for her lungs to expand. Landon strained, the muscles in his arms and chest standing out. His powerful body restrained, but not by the straps, not really. It was her word, her request, that had him helpless on the bed.

All real BDSM players knew that the bottoms held all the real power in a scene. It was their choices, their trust, and their needs, that drove the interaction.

Right now, Colette felt powerful in a way she never had before.

"Ride my cock," Landon growled.

She obeyed, but it did nothing to diminish this delicious feeling of power.

Rising up on her knees, she watched him watch her. She still held her dress bunched up under her breasts, making sure he could see her pussy. Could watch as she sank down, taking him into her body.

His girth stretched her open, pressing against her inner walls, while his length filled her deeper than any man had before.

"That's right, be my good girl and fuck yourself on my cock." His voice was a low purr now instead of a growl, the words sexy and forbidden.

Colette's free hand cupped a breast, thumbing her nipple through her night dress.

"No, pull it down and show me."

She obeyed, tucking the neckline under her breasts. She gently gripped one nipple and twisted, the small movement causing a disproportionate thrill of pleasure to zing through her.

"Take off the dress," he commanded. "Then use both hands to play with your nipples."

The power dynamic was sliding, shifting back to what was, for them, the more comfortable and pleasurable dynamic of Landon in control.

Colette tossed the garment aside, cupping and squeezing her breasts as she rode him.

"I want you to twist your nipples. Good girl. Now twist them more. Is it starting to hurt?"

Colette nodded, words beyond her right now. Her focus was riding his cock and obeying his commands.

"Good, hold it there, don't let go of those pretty nipples until I give you permission."

She whimpered as pleasure at his words mounded atop the physical sensations of his cock deep inside her, and the sweet pain from her nipples.

"Now ride me harder," he commanded. "I want you bouncing on my cock, and while you do, hold on to your nipples. Just your nipples. I want you to feel the pull and burn as your tits bounce."

Colette shifted her knees, and then instead of rocking forward, pushed straight up, using her thigh muscles. Gravity carried her down, her ass reminding her of the earlier spanking when her bottom made fresh contact with his legs.

"Harder," he commanded, voice lashing.

Colette rose and fell, awkward for only a moment until she found a rhythm. She bounced on his cock, ass slapping against him each time, nipples burning as her bouncing tits pulled against the tender tips.

"Fuck yes, love. That's it. You look so fucking sexy right now."

Colette tipped her face to the ceiling, panting as she rode him hard and fast.

Because she wasn't looking at him, she was taken by surprise when he moved. Landon bent his knees, bridging his hips just enough to tip her forward. With a yelp of surprise Colette fell, catching herself with hands planted on the mattress by his ears.

Now they were eye to eye, and she could see the flecks of gold and copper in the brown so dark it often looked black.

She wanted to kiss him.

"Don't stop," he said softly. "And don't look away."

Colette rocked forward, then back. His knees were still slightly bent, tilting his hips so the angles worked and his cock slid in and out of her pussy.

"That's it, love." His accent did something to the vowel in the word "love" that she found unbearably sexy. "Do you think you can come like this?"

She nodded, because she was close. Every muscle in her abdomen and pelvis was tight, primed to release.

"Can you? Or do you need something touching your clit?"

"Please," she whispered. "Please touch me."

"No. I promised I wouldn't touch you."

"I changed my mind."

"Nope."

"Landon." Her growl wasn't nearly as rumbly or intimidating as his.

He flashed a quick smile, his eyes sparkling as his gaze slid down to her lips. She held her breath, wondering if he wanted to kiss her the way she wanted to kiss him.

He looked back at her eyes. "Reach down and spread your pussy lips. You should be able to get it so your clit rubs against me as you ride."

Shifting her weight to one arm, she reached between them. Her labia were already stretched given the girth of his cock, but she spread them wider, especially at the top, then ground her pelvis down, almost fusing their bodies together.

"Small movements," he ordered. "Little thrusts. Concentrate on your clit."

"But I want to make you come," she whispered. "I want…I want to know you want me enough to lose control."

His expression softened, gaze moving over her face before returning to her eyes. "I think I would burn the world for you, if you asked."

His words sank into her soul even as she started to rock in small motions.

"I want to collar you and keep you naked in this room. I want you aching for me with every breath you take."

If only he knew that she already did. That since the moment she'd seen him back in Manchester, she'd ached to feel his touch. Finding out their kinks aligned had been a delight, but not really a surprise. Not after the way he'd handled her the night they first met years ago. There had been hints of dominance in the way he touched her.

"I want you safe and smiling. The idea of something happening to you makes it hard to breathe."

If she hadn't been balanced on the edge of orgasm, she would have said something back. Ideally a teasing comment designed to back them both away from the meaning barely hidden in what he'd just said. The past few weeks of Colette's life had been riddled with fear, but this was the most dangerous moment of all.

It was arousal that saved her from dwelling on his words. Nothing, not even his pseudo confirmation of his feelings for her, could distract her from her mission. Desire was a powerful force, and right now her bone deep need to feel him come inside her trumped everything else.

Colette's clit rubbed against the coarse hairs above his cock, the slight friction delicious. Pleasure built, stacked high and teetering, ready for release.

The tension of the moment stretched, almost unbearable. She wanted to come, she wanted this deep pressure to release and relax. For a moment she thought about asking permission, because that might be enough to push her over. Except this wasn't a scene, not really. He was issuing commands, but that was just who Landon was. Even in vanilla sex she was sure he gave orders.

This wasn't Thief and Master Landon, this was Colette and Landon.

Forward, back, forward, back. With each small thrust his thick cock filled her and her clit rubbed against him. Yet, she couldn't find her own release.

She closed her eyes, trying to concentrate and chase her orgasm, but it was his words that finally unlocked the orgasm.

"Come for me, love. You're safe. Let go. I need to feel you coming on my cock."

The mix of sweet and sexual was unexpected and perfect.

Colette sobbed as she fell, tumbling through a glittering darkness as her body trembled and heat swept through her. Her scalp prickled and her toes curled. It went on and on, and just when she thought it was done, Landon started to thrust up into her, pounding his cock into her orgasm-tight body.

That prolonged the pleasure, and she braced her hands against the headboard, holding herself in place for him.

Landon's groan triggered a fresh wave of pleasure, and she swore she could feel the heat of his release deep inside her. His grimace of pleasure as he came looked almost like pain, and she understood it.

Eventually, his hips fell back to the bed, his breathing heavy. For a moment Colette indulged herself, collapsing against his chest. She could feel his exhales on her hair, and his body was warm and hard under hers.

It would be so nice if he wrapped his arms around her. Even nicer to sleep beside him, his big body curled around hers.

But Landon didn't move, and after a few more breaths, Colette pushed herself up. She slid carefully off his semi-erect cock, then climbed off the bed.

The mattress rustled as he sat up while she shook out her night dress.

"Colette."

The softness in his tone made her want to scream.

"We both needed a release," she said. "And that's all this was."

"That's fucking bullshit, and you know it."

It was bullshit, and she did know it, because sometime in the past hour Colette had fallen hopelessly in love with him. Or maybe she'd already loved him, and what had happened tonight was the structural failure of her final defense of stubborn denial.

She loved him, and it changed nothing.

Colette pulled on the night dress, smoothing it down. She wanted to turn to him, to say something flippant that would reassert their previous dynamic.

She couldn't find the words. Or maybe there was nothing she could say that would undo the damage. Without another word, Colette slipped through the connecting door into her room.

Landon didn't follow her.

* * *

Colette looked back over her shoulder at the reflection of her ass in the mirror. The uniform she'd found tucked into her cubby today was an all-black corset and panties.

She was glad for the color—no need to double up to avoid wet spots.

What she was less thrilled about was the cut of the underwear. Rather than showing off the bottom of the butt cheek, these were cut high across the ass, almost like a thong, leaving most of her ass exposed. An ass that bore marks from last night's spanking. Anyone who looked at her would know she'd been thoroughly used.

The door to the supply room opened and Andrei walked in, followed closely by Rolf.

The good-sized room now felt small, especially with Rolf looming by the door.

Colette faced them and pointed at her outfit. "This isn't a club-sub uniform."

"As a club sub, your uniform is whatever I give you," Andrei said with a wicked smile.

Colette narrowed her eyes. "You picked these?"

"I did. Those panties show your ass, and I wanted to see what was left after he spanked you." Andrei eyed the mirror, and she realized that though she faced him and Rolf, they could clearly see the reflection of her backside. "Hurts to sit?"

"That's not your place," Rolf said. "Landon is her Dom."

"I did her aftercare last night," Andrei countered. "At least the emotional part. I didn't get to do the physical."

Rolf frowned. "What do you mean?"

"You missed her throwing a butt plug at Landon's head. It was fantastic."

Rolf's attention shifted to her, and in the space of a breath he shifted from reserved and formal to intent but languid. His gaze raked her, eyes half-closed.

"You had to quit a scene?" Rolf walked towards her, and Colette fought the urge to step back.

"Yes."

"There was no aftercare?"

"Not exactly. I got cuddles from Andrei." And then I tied Landon to a bed and fucked him.

"Then she fucked Landon," Andrei said.

Colette narrowed her eyes at him. She hadn't been planning to admit that part.

Rolf paused, looking back over his shoulder at Andrei. "What?"

"After she had to safe word out of the scene, she went back and fucked Landon."

"Why do you know this?" Rolf demanded.

"Because I helped."

"You were in the room?" Poor Rolf sounded baffled.

"No. Next time, maybe." Andrei grinned.

"There won't be a next time," Colette declared.

Now Andrei snorted.

Colette swallowed the urge to insist that there wouldn't. That last night was both the night she admitted she loved Landon, if only to herself, and the night she ended anything intimate between them.

"You were spanked, received no aftercare from the Dom who spanked you, got limited aftercare from a different Dom, then went back and had sex with the first Dom?" Rolf spoke slowly, as if he couldn't believe what he was saying.

Colette smiled at Rolf, looking at him through her lashes. "It was a long night."

Rolf shook his head. "Turn around and bend over."

Colette stiffened at the command.

"Thief," Rolf's voice rumbled with command. "Show me your bottom."

"You're not my Dom," she shot back, though her stomach was tight.

"No, but I'm the Dom in residence right now, and the care and safety of the club subs is my responsibility and privilege. If you want to stay in the club, you'll do as I say."

Slowly, Colette obeyed, turning her back to Rolf and bending. She grabbed one of the cubby shelves, her muscles tight.

"I need more light, Andrei."

Colette felt exposed and irritated, but not afraid or embarrassed, as Andrei brought over one of the camping lanterns she'd been told were available in case a Dom needed more light.

She looked back over her shoulder as, in tandem, Rolf and Andrei bent to examine her ass, Andrei holding the lantern up with one hand.

Her lips twitched in amusement, and she wiggled her butt. Andrei looked up, smirking. Rolf made a tsking sound.

"Hold still or I'll tie you down."

"Promises, promises," she purred.

"Your skin is raw and you have a few bruises. Paddle?" Rolf asked.

"Just his hand."

Rolf looked up, eyes a little wide. "Quite a spanking."

It had been.

"I gave her an ice pack to sit on," Andrei said.

"No aloe or arnica?"

Andrei shook his head.

Rolf peered at her ass once more. "Get me the aloe. It's probably too late for the arnica to be of use, and if it was more sting than thud, aloe's better."

Usually hand spankings were all sting, but there'd been some thud to it too.

Andrei opened a drawer, then passed Rolf gloves and a pump bottle of aloe vera after sun cream. Rolf pulled on the gloves then squirted some of the lotion onto his palm before rubbing his hands together.

"I can do it," she said, now feeling awkward. The gloves gave this an oddly clinical feel.

Landon had worn gloves when he played with her rear entrance, but it hadn't felt like this.

"A sub should never lotion their own ass," Andrei said seriously.

"May I touch you?" Rolf's formal words only increased the awkward feeling. She nodded stiffly.

Two big hands pressed against her bottom, the lotion lovely and cool though the pressure made her wince.

Andrei came over to lean against the chest of drawers beside her, arms folded, legs crossed at the ankle.

"How was it?"

She turned her head to look at him. "Are you asking me to describe what it was like to fuck Landon?"

"Yes. Since it was my idea, I think I should get details."

"You could always fuck him yourself."

"Maybe. Tell me, was he a good boy for you once you had him tied down?"

Rolf's hands, which had been working the lotion into her ass and upper thighs, stilled. "What?"

"She tied Landon to the bed, so he wouldn't touch her," Andrei explained.

"Are you a switch?" Rolf demanded, squeezing her knee to let her know he was talking to her.

"No," Colette said.

"You shouldn't restrain someone unless you know what you're doing," he scolded.

Colette swallowed, his stern words hitting her just right. "You're right. But he wasn't really restrained."

"Loop straps," Andrei added.

"I…do not understand your relationship with Landon," Rolf said slowly.

"That's okay, they don't understand it either." Andrei patted her shoulder companionably.

"And you do?" Colette countered.

"Yes. You're in love, but neither wants to admit it, because it's doomed. You don't really trust each other, and at the end of the day, you're a criminal and he's an agent of the law."

Colette stared down at her own hands, Andrei's accurate, barefaced summary like a punch to the stomach.

"Andrei." Rolf's voice was thick with warning.

"So how was the sex?" Andrei asked her, ignoring Rolf.

Colette didn't want to think about what it had been like to have Landon deep inside her. Not while Rolf's hands rubbed over her ass and thighs, his thumbs occasionally coming close to brushing her pussy.

"I probably should have taken your offer of fingers," she sighed.

"That bad, or that good?"

"That good." She sucked in air as Rolf's hands slid up her thighs, thumbs nearly skimming the gusset of the panties. "Let's talk about something else."

Andrei laughed, but it wasn't cruel amusement.

Rolf patted her calf. "There. That will help your skin."

Andrei's arm slid under her, bracing against her waist to help her stand. Colette turned to face the two agents. This entire interlude had been odd, but needed. She felt better—both more emotionally steady, and her backside no longer felt sunburned.

Rolf and Andrei loomed over her, but rather than threatening, it was oddly protective.

"If you don't want to work tonight, you don't have to," Rolf said.

Colette shook her head. "Sitting alone in my room with my thoughts isn't a better option."

"Then you stay by my side tonight." Andrei looked down at her with an intensity and heat that she felt like physical pressure against her shoulders and chest. "My collar, a leash, and no one will come near you."

Colette replied with a flippant. "That would make it hard to serve drinks and bring blankets."

"Do you need a collar?" Rolf asked.

Yes. Landon's collar.

"I…don't know." She shook her head. "I needed it that first night."

Andrei started pulling open drawers.

"You're sure you're not a switch? Maybe you could be a Domme for the night," Rolf said.

She shook her head. She'd actually played a leather-clad, boot-wearing, whip-wielding Mistress a few times as part of a heist, but had been careful to never actually scene as a Domme. She didn't think she'd be able to maintain the act here at Club Alibi, not when surrounded by scenes that would bring her need to submit roaring to life.

Andrei turned to her, now holding a thick black collar.

If his mention of a leash hadn't told her what kind of Dom he was, the collar he chose would have been a good hint. A wide band of padded black leather was studded with a variety of D-ring anchor points. It didn't buckle closed—instead there were slots in the leather that fitted over a stiff metal loop. A small pad lock was then hooked through the loop.

That collar was a stark statement of ownership and control. Andrei stepped towards her, and Colette retreated instinctively, shaking her head.

Andrei dropped his hand to his side, watching her.

"I know it's stupid," she whispered. "Because he's an asshole, but I can't wear any collar but his."

Rolf nodded. "It's okay, Colette, we can?—"

The sound of a door banging open cut his words short.

"Peterson. Leonard," Landon called out, voice muffled by the closed door.

It took her a minute to remember those were Rolf's and Andrei's last names.

"Where are you?" Landon shouted, his voice closer than it had been. "We've got a fucking problem."

Rolf and Andrei both started for the door. Colette followed them. Andrei gently pushed her to one side so she was hidden behind the door as Rolf opened it.

"Stay here," Andrei breathed, before stepping out into the hall and pulling the door closed behind himself.