Savannah's Sentinel (Mountain Mastery Book 2) Page 12

  The softness beneath her was a cool contrast to the heat blanketing her from above. But Savannah couldn’t seem to coax enough of her synapses to fire together to process the difference. Just gonna roll with it. Enjoy the cloud and float along and hope the warm blanket keeps me from rolling off and plunging to Earth. Damn that would suck. Too far to land on my feet. The warm blanket laughed, but for some reason that didn’t seem at all odd. I don’t think blankets are supposed to laugh, but then again, who can be sure? I’ll think about that later.

  “Open your eyes, pet. I want you to see who your pleasure belongs to.” The huskiness of Landon’s voice cut through the fog. Savannah thought the monumental effort required to open her eyes should earn her some sort of Congressional medal. “Yes, pet. You have most assuredly earned a reward. But yours is intimately linked to my own.” His eyes were so dark, the pupils so dilated only a narrow ring of blue encircled them.

  There was a flash of an emotion she couldn’t identify a split second before it was gone and nothing remained but desire. She’d barely had time to process what he’d said before she felt the hot tip of his cock slipping through the swollen folds of her labia. She’d never had sex without a barrier between her and her partner. And now? Now, she wasn’t sure she’d ever be able to give up the incredible intimacy of being skin to skin.

  When she tried to tilt her hips up, begging for more, Landon used his knees to spread her legs wider, robbing her of the leverage to move. He maintained the physical advantage long enough to whisper in her ear. “Don’t. You’re pleasure belongs to me. It’s mine to give when I feel you are ready to receive it.”

  Say what? Holy Hannah, I’m going to die if I don’t move.

  “You’re so fucking tight, pet. And scorching hot. Steam heated silk squeezing my cock. Testing my control. Pushing me harder than any woman ever has. Mine.” The words were electrifying…it didn’t matter that she was certain they were spoken in the heat of the moment. He was far more experienced, and he was playing a role, but it was still hard to discount the intensity she felt in his words and actions.

  When the head of his cock pressed against her cervix, Savannah didn’t try to mask her body’s reaction. Arching her back was pure instinct. Landon’s chest pressed against her own, pinning her to the bed. That hint of bondage ratcheted up her desire and sent a flood of moisture to her sex. “Fuck. You just liquefied around me, pet. You love being bound for my pleasure, don’t you?” Did she? How could she be submissive? She’d given up letting anyone else be in charge years ago. The one time she’d given in to her curiosity, she’d been shot down…by this man.

  He must have seen the uncertainty she was feeling because his eyes softened. “It’s not a sign of weakness to submit, Princess. The strongest women I know are the ones who find the greatest rewards when they hand over control to their Masters. That level of trust requires great strength. Let go. I’ll always catch you.” He’d sworn he would protect her, and she didn’t doubt he’d give his life for hers on a mission. But this was different. This was a leap of emotional faith…not her personal area of expertise. Indecision is a decision. Her father’s mantra replay in her mind, and for the first time, she truly understood what he meant.

  Taking a deep breath, she nodded.

  Landon had never been given a more precious gift. The competing emotions playing out in Savannah’s turbulent blue-green eyes had been some of the longest moments of his life. She’d been balanced on the very edge of trust, unsure if it was safe to risk her heart again. But the moment she’d let go was so sweet he’d felt a wave of relief wash over him. Knowing she trusted him with her body was hot, but watching her surrender even a small portion of her heart was the most valuable gift she could have given him.

  “Mine.” The simple declaration made her pussy spasm around him, shredding his control. Pulling back then pounding forward, Landon set a relentless pace. He wouldn’t come before she’d found another release—but it was going to be close. “Hands above your head, pet. Wrap your fingers around the spindles of the headboard. Don’t let go or I’ll stop.” The movement pushed her breasts closer, and he couldn’t ignore the invitation. Sucking first one tight bud and then the other into his mouth, he lashed each until Savannah squirmed beneath him. “If you let go of the spindles, I won’t let you come, pet. But if you behave, I’ll reward you. Would you like to come, Princess?”

  “Yes. Oh, God. Yes, please…Sir.” He’d have laughed at her quick-thinking save if he hadn’t been gritting his teeth to stall the release burning its way up his spine.

  “Come for me, Savannah.” The command had barely left his lips when she screamed, and every muscle in her body tightened like a bow string. She swept him over the edge with her, and in a distant part of his mind, Landon heard his own guttural cry of pure sexual pleasure. He caught himself on his forearms before he crushed her beneath his much larger body, but he wasn’t going to be able to move until his muscles regained some of their strength.

  “I swear I’ll move as soon as I can, pet. But to be honest, I’m not sure my legs would hold me yet. We’re going to soak in the hot tub and then nap before our trip to the club tonight. I want you well-rested.” She would cope with everything he had planned better if she wasn’t fighting fatigue. The dark circles under her eyes had finally started to fade, and he didn’t want to see them reappear.

  When Savannah didn’t respond, he moved back just as her eyelids slid closed. Looks like resting isn’t going to be an issue.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Landon watched Savannah’s gaze dart around the room. Her mouth had dropped open as she tried valiantly to not stare at the people surrounding her. When she’d balked at the outfit he’d given her to wear, Landon had informed her he was being generous. Now she could see just how true his claim had been.

  They’d reviewed the rules on the way to the club, and she knew she wasn’t supposed to be gawking. But there was just so much to see. Face it…these people are definitely dressed to be noticed, so she probably thinks it would be rude to not accommodate them, right? As absurd as it is, it sounds like something she’d say.

  “Pet, you are going to find yourself over my knee before we’ve made it fully into the room if you don’t drop those wandering eyes to the floor.” He’d kept his tone even, and the warning was spoken quietly enough no one else would have heard the reprimand. She appeared grateful for his consideration. She’d read enough to know many Masters wouldn’t be so accommodating.

  “Sorry.” He was certain the apology had slipped out before she could call it back. He smiled to himself. She didn’t have permission to speak, either. Technically, she’d already made two mistakes, and they’d literally just stepped through the door. For a woman like Savannah, who took great pride in perfection, the glaring errors would be a huge annoyance.

  Landon stepped in front of her, and his large hands cupped her shoulders. “Look at me, pet.” When she tipped her face up to his, Savannah’s eyes widened in surprise. Had she expected him to be angry? Hell, he’d agreed with the Wests and the Ledeks when they’d told him to expect this reaction—he’d have been astonished if she hadn’t gazed around, her eyes overflowing with curiosity. “Don’t apologize unless I tell you it’s necessary. You are my sub, not a doormat. No one here is going to fault you for a few minor infractions. You’re new to the lifestyle, and mistakes are bound to happen. One of the reasons we’re here is to give you a chance to experience the environment.”

  What they weren’t telling her was everything she was seeing had been carefully choreographed. This had been Taz and Kent’s brainchild. The two men reasoned she should see as much as possible to prevent the wide-eyed wonder she’d just exhibited from becoming an issue during Marco Alvarez’s party. He’d watched her take in the people surrounding them and almost laughed out loud as her expression morphed from apprehension to astonishment.

  Their contact inside the Alvarez compound hadn’t been able to provide much information about the auctions, so they
’d decided to err on the side of the angels. Taz reminded them it would be better for Savannah to be at least somewhat desensitized to the debauchery she was likely to see. Landon’s sources insisted the auctions were more like upscale cocktail parties with naked men and women serving drinks, but he’d hope for the best and prepare for the worst.

  “You’ll be given time to look around, but I want to get you settled first. There is no reason to insult our kinky friends.” When she didn’t respond, he pressed a kiss to the tip of her nose. “Remember, the only person expecting you to be perfect is you.”

  He heard a soft gasp and turned to see Tally grinning up at him. She was practically bouncing on the balls of her feet with excitement. If he didn’t give her permission to speak, she’d blurt whatever it was out in a torrent, getting herself into trouble, so he took pity on her. “Spit it out, sweetheart. What has you so wound up this evening?”

  She gave her Dom a quick glance, and at his nod, she burst out with, “You, Master Landon. I never thought I’d live long enough to hear you say you weren’t expecting perfection from a sub.” She turned her attention to Savannah and grinned. “I’m so glad to meet you. Any woman who can soften up Master Landon has won my admiration. I’m Tally, by the way.”

  Landon stepped to the side, shielding the two women’s exchange from the room. He knew Savannah would easily slip into professional mode. She wasn’t well-trained enough in club protocol to hold back. But she’d been schooled in the fine details of etiquette her entire life. He often forgot her parents’ social standing because she was nothing like the debutantes he’d been forced to mingle with for years.

  Savannah grasped Tally’s extended hand and smiled. “The pleasure is mine, Tally. I’m Savannah, by the way. I’d appreciate any tips you can give me. It’s always a challenge to fit into a new group.”

  Karl Tyson rolled his eyes heavenward. “Don’t encourage her, sweetness. She’ll spend the entire evening regaling you with stories.” Shifting his attention to Landon, he added, “Let’s get these two off to the side before we cause any more of a scene.” The two of them hustled their chatty subs to a corner sitting area where they could visit and watch the room without causing too much disruption.

  Once they settled the two women at their feet and admonished them to speak quietly, Karl asked, “What do you make of the fact Amy is being treated like a guest rather than a captive?” Karl’s question had been little more than a whisper, but when he felt Savannah stiffen against the side of his leg, he knew she hadn’t missed his friend’s inquiry. Shifting so he could lay his hand at the base of her neck, Landon gave her a reassuring squeeze then left his hand in place as a reassurance.

  “There have been rumors Marco’s father is pressuring him to marry and have children. It seems the old man wants to ensure his son has an heir. Perhaps Marco is humoring him, or he may actually be smitten with her.” If she is anything like her aunt, it’s easy to imagine Alvarez being completely captivated by her. He was relieved when Savannah relaxed and seemed to get caught up in her conversation with Tally.

  “I was expecting Kodi to greet us. Have you seen her?” Landon’s question brought a chuckle from behind him.

  Taz stepped into view and pointed toward the corner by the bar where Kodi stood facing the wall. Her short dress was tucked up into a scarf tied around her waist, exposing her very red ass to the room. “Our lovely wife thought her duties as hostess trumped my brother’s instructions to wait upstairs until one of us brought her down. She decided to come down on her own, and big brother wasn’t happy. Personally, I’d have rather fucked her on stage, but it wasn’t my call.”

  “I’ll just bet you would have. You know she still struggles to orgasm in public. Are you sure you aren’t a sadist?” Karl had been teasing, but Landon noted Savannah had once again gone stock still. Time to get her moving and give her something else to think about.

  “As much as I’d love to stay and chat about Taz’s perversions, I think I’ll show my lovely pet off a bit. The short dress she is wearing teased me all the way to the club. It’s time to repay the favor.” He’d seated her on a soft towel and made her spread her legs on the drive into the club, and the tantalizing scent of her sex had taunted him more with each passing mile. If he lived any farther up the mountain, he’d have had to pull over and push himself into her wet depths because the temptation had ramped up to the point there almost wasn’t enough blood flowing to his brain to drive safely.

  Landon looked on as Savannah tried to stand without flashing the room. Much to his amusement, she didn’t have much success. “Don’t bother. I doubt Master Landon will allow you to stay covered long anyway.” Tally’s sweet giggle warmed his heart, but for some reason, it didn’t make his cock throb the way it once had. However, Savannah’s tight smile caught his eye. She was the consummate professional, and he didn’t doubt for a minute she’d done her homework when she’d received the order to fly to Mountain Mastery. His previous relationship with the Tyson’s wouldn’t have escaped her attention.

  Before he could step away, he felt Tally’s hand on his forearm. “I’m sorry if I spoke out of turn. I didn’t mean to upset Savannah…I like her. And even more, I like how happy you look with her.”

  He could see the sincerity in her eyes and hated the fact she was worried. “Thanks, sweetness. Your friendship and support mean a lot to me. I’ll make sure she understands.” He was grateful Karl had stepped up and was distracting Savannah. Seeing his interaction with Tally would have only made matters worse.

  Pressing his hand against the small of her back, Landon moved Savannah through the crowd. He didn’t rush, giving her plenty of time to sneak peeks at anything catching her eye. Once they’d reached the bar, he settled her on a seat before moving around to help himself. Her eyes widened in surprise, and he grinned. “I have worked for Nate and Taz since they opened the club. It gave me a bird’s eye view and kept me off the streets.”

  “When you weren’t out saving the world or adding zeroes to your bank account?” He’d have been insulted if another woman had made the same comment, but with Savannah, everything was different. For one thing, she was just as guilty in both areas as he was.

  “Says the woman who hasn’t taken a break from saving the world in two years. And we won’t even start on the bank account comment.” He grinned at her and saw her shoulders tense. Savannah didn’t like being reminded she came from a moneyed background, but he wasn’t going to let her get the upper hand in the discussion.

  Her frustration had started with Tally’s comment, and he was determined to keep it from snowballing. There was no reason for her to be jealous of Tally. He suspected she was more annoyed by her own response than she’d been with Tally’s familiarity. “Tally is a trusted friend, and I hope the two of you will become friends, also. She is feisty and smart as a whip…you have a lot in common.” And adding Kodi to the mix would be more than any of their Doms could handle. She didn’t respond, but he hadn’t expected her to.

  Handing her a small bottle of water, Landon shook his head when she only took a small sip. “Drink it all, Princess. You need to stay hydrated. I have big plans for you.” When he waggled his eyebrows at her, she shook her head in mock disgust but drank the water down in a few fast gulps. He led her across the room and smiled when she stopped in front of the small stage where a sub was bound to a St. Andrew’s cross. Pulling her against his chest, Landon wrapped his arms around her. One hand played with her unbound breasts, easily slipping into the low-cut front of her dress; the other slid beneath the sky-high hem with unerring accuracy.

  When she gasped, he chuckled. “This is why I didn’t allow you to wear the bra and panties you lobbied for.”

  “Going out without underwear is scandalous. I shudder to think what the women in polite society would think.” She was using sarcasm as a defense, and he gave one erect nipple a sharp pinch as a reprimand.

  “Remember your place, slave. You should be grateful you are wearing anything at
all. I’m sure you have noticed many of your peers are wearing much less.” When she squirmed against him, he growled in her ear, “Careful, pet. I’m already riding the edge of control. If you don’t want me to bend you over and fuck you right here, you’d better stop teasing me.”

  He pushed his finger into her and smiled at the sudden rush of moisture in response to his threat to take her in the middle of the room. “Your words sound so perfectly proper, but your body craves sin.” She tried to shake her head, but with the side of his face pressed against her cheek, the motion was muted. “Don’t deny yourself because you’ve been programmed to pigeonhole sex, Princess. If you think all those up-tight old biddies in your mother’s social circle aren’t getting their own kink on, think again.”

  Adding another finger, Landon began the slow push and retreat he was certain would frustrate her. Her folds were so slick her honey was dripping off his fingers. “Watch Master Rafe send her over with the next lash of his whip. He knows exactly how much she can take—how much she needs to reach sub-space.”

  “It looks so barbaric…so painful.” He doubted Savannah realized she’d spoken aloud or that he could hear the longing in her voice.

  “Pleasure and pain are two sides of the same coin, pet. He’s led her to the place where the two become confused. Master Rafe isn’t her Master, yet he can sense exactly what she needs. How do you think he does that, pet?” As an agent, Savannah was well-trained in reading body language; she knew all the signs Master Rafe was monitoring.

  “She strains toward the lash, not away from it. I can see the steady stream of moisture trickling down the insides of her thighs. Her moans deepen after every stripe is laid, and her eyes are glazed with desire.” Savannah was becoming entangled in the sexual snare of the scene, and Landon was going to capitalize on it.

  “I want you to come when she does, pet. Give me your pleasure.” He felt her shudder against him, and for a few seconds, he thought she might come before Rafe sent the little sub over the edge. As if his friend had heard him, Rafe dropped the whip and stepped up to the woman and spoke. The words had been loud enough for only her to hear and had obviously been the permission she’d been waiting for. Her scream bounced off the concrete and brick outer walls of the old warehouse the Ledeks had revamped into a top tier sex club. Savannah’s soft moan as she trembled in his arms was the only outward sign she’d orgasmed in his arms, and he found himself pleased he hadn’t had to share the moment with those surrounding them.