Abby looked up at her husband as the door closed behind Lucas. Jack was so big and handsome, and what he was doing for his brother was beyond kind. He was everything she could have wanted in a mate. “It’s a good thing you’re doing for Lucas.”

Jack’s green eyes gleamed in the early morning light. His eyes went straight to the diamonds at her throat. She could see the possessive satisfaction he took in the sight. “It might be the dumbest thing I’ve ever done. That boy is going to be a handful. The other hands will eat him alive if he shows up in that makeup he wore yesterday.”

He was a bit behind the times. “It’s called metrosexual. It’s very trendy.”

“Not in Willow Fork it isn’t, and certainly not at the ranch.” Jack was standing perfectly still, but Abby realized he had something on his mind. She thought she knew what it was. Her body heated up just thinking about it.

“I have a feeling we can get him looking a little more masculine,” Abby allowed. “After all, he looks so much like you. Once we get his hair cut and put him in a pair of jeans and a T-shirt, he’ll look the part.”

“He looks like me?” Jack didn’t sound so sure. He obviously didn’t study himself the way she studied him. There was no doubt Lucas was a close relation.

“On the surface. He looks like a boyish version of you.” She pointedly ogled her husband. “You’re the man version, baby.”

“I’m the Dom version, Abigail.” His expression changed, and he seemed to grow even larger. He stood straighter. Abby instinctively dropped to her knees. “Very good,” Jack praised her in deep, silky tones. “When you’re wearing that collar and we’re in private or downstairs in the club, you will behave properly. Is that understood?”

“Yes, Jack.” She concentrated on keeping her breathing even. It was hard work since every cell in her body was humming in anticipation. It had been far too long since she’d been dominated by this man, and she’d missed it sorely.

She kept her head lowered submissively in an attempt to prove she could behave that way when it was necessary. She heard him move toward her. His boots came into view.

His hand tangled gently in her hair. “I am an indulgent man, my love. I get the feeling you’re going to want to come back here to play from time to time. When we are in this club, you will remember at all times who your Master is. I don’t use that term in our everyday life, but I will use it here. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Jack.”

He nudged her head up to look him in the eyes. “I am never to find you in the club again without me. That rule is not negotiable.” He didn’t wait for a reply. It wasn’t needed. She knew an inescapable dictate when it was handed to her. “Abby, we’re alone and you’re wearing my collar. What is wrong with this picture?”

As quickly as she could, she tossed off the tank top and pajama bottoms she was wearing. Yesterday she would have worried about sagging boobs and those five pounds that never seemed to come off. Today, all that mattered was obeying Jack. She sighed as she shimmied out of her cute boy-short panties. It would be the last time she would see them. She handed them to Jack, who shook his head as he held them.

“Such a naughty girl,” he commented. “Give me your hands, Abigail, wrists together.”

She held her hands out, pushing her wrists together as he asked. He quickly twisted the panties around and about her wrists until she was tightly bound by her own undies. He hauled her up. She was barely on her feet before Jack led her to the center of the room. She looked up and saw a hook extending from the ceiling. Julian’s rooms came fully equipped for bondage play. Jack pulled it down, adjusting it to her height, and then hooked her wrists over it. She could still touch the ground but just barely. It kept her slightly off balance and completely at his mercy.

“That’s nice,” Jack commented as he walked around her bound body. His hands traced her waist and buttocks. “You look pretty like that. You’re going to look like this tonight.”

She opened her mouth to speak.

He gave her butt a squeeze. “No, darlin’. We’re practicing. When we’re in the dungeon, you don’t speak unless I give you explicit permission. If you don’t like the rules, then we can leave this afternoon. I really am all right with that.”

The whole not-talking thing was going to be frustrating. Jack grinned as she struggled to stay silent. She would do it, though. She would do it because she’d embarrassed Jack. She’d made him look bad in a place he enjoyed. She would also do it because she was so curious about that dungeon she thought she would burst. After a moment, she calmed down and made sure her face was serene.

“Much better. If you have a problem being naked in the dungeon, then we’ll leave. No? I didn’t think so.” He ran his hand down her spine, making her shiver with anticipation. “This is my plaything. I want to show it off.”

He chuckled as he began to strip out of his clothes. She watched with avid eyes as his big, hard body was exposed. He folded every piece, and she forced herself to stay quiet. She wanted to tell him to hurry the hell up. She was getting wet merely watching him. He was broader than Sam, his shoulders and arms corded with heavy muscles. His big chest tapered into a lean waist. When he stood in front of her completely naked, she had to admit she loved the indention where his hips met his powerful legs. She loved to run her hands over the little valley where muscle flowed into muscle.

He was one gorgeous slab of cowboy.

“You do wonders for my ego, darlin’. You look like you could eat me up. What’s this Sam told me about you not appreciating this incredible body?” He ran his large hands along the curve of her waist and up to her breasts. “Who does this body belong to?”

“You, Jack,” she replied. His direct question gave her permission to speak.

“Why do I love this body?” She could feel the warmth of his mouth over her right nipple.

“Because it’s beautiful.” She sighed as he flicked his tongue over her turgid nipple. She knew the answer he wanted. When he played with her like this, she felt beautiful.

“Because it is so fuckable I can’t help but shove my dick in it,” he swore before sucking the tip of her breast into his mouth. He wrapped his arms around her waist, lifting her up slightly so he could suckle with ease. His tongue whirled around the nipple. She reveled in the warmth of his mouth. He pulled strongly at one and then the other breast, giving her the bare edge of his teeth. “If you didn’t have some punishment coming this evening, I’d put you in clamps. I bought some clamps with pretty emeralds on them. I like dressing up my plaything.”

Bondage Barbie. That was her.

He toyed with her nipples, pinching them lightly and making her moan. “I’ll put the clamps on you, and then I’ll shove a vibrator up that hot pussy of yours. I’ll tie you up while Sam and I watch a football game. The vibe is on a remote, of course. We’ll make you come so many times you’ll forget what it was like not to. You’ll beg me to let you go, but I’ll keep it up. You better hope the game doesn’t go into overtime, baby. That’s what’s waiting for you the next time you decide to insult something I love. Am I clear, Abigail?”

She nodded. “Yes, Jack.”

It came out as a breathy moan because he was doing a damn fine job of torturing her now. His hand slid down her body and teased her clit. He rubbed in and around the desperate nub, but managed to avoid brushing across it. One stroke and she was pretty sure she’d come, but Jack knew how to make her crazy.

His green eyes were sleepy with desire as he started to gently push a single finger in and out of her pussy. It wasn’t anywhere close to enough. It was just enough to tantalize, to make her want to scream for more.

“Was there something you wanted, my pretty sub?” Jack asked.

“Please make me come.”

His eyebrow shot up.

“Jack,” she quickly corrected. He didn’t like Master or Sir. He wanted to hear his name on her lips. “Please make me come, Jack.”

“Well, since you asked so sweetly.” Jack sank to his knees.

He pulled her legs around his shoulders. She was completely at his mercy. The bonds overhead held her up, but all of her grounding came from the man she was wrapped around. Her feet dangled behind his back. His breath was warm on her pussy.

“Please, Jack,” she begged, because he was taking his time.

There was a sharp slap to her ass. “I didn’t ask you a question.”

She closed her mouth. She had a bad feeling that if she fought him, he might stop what he was doing. She’d pushed him hard over the last twenty-four hours. She’d spent twenty-thousand dollars on clothes, shoes, and lingerie, a good portion of which was currently sitting on the streets of downtown Dallas. She decided not to argue with him.

“Good girl,” he said after a moment of compliance.

He let his tongue slide through the juices flowing out of her pussy. She bit back a moan, not entirely sure how silent he wanted her. His hands caressed the spot he’d smacked, and he held her in place while his tongue plundered in and out. She let her head fall back as he fucked her with his tongue. The slow build started low in her pussy, radiating outward. She wanted so badly to push against him, to force him to flick at her clitoris. It was right there. She was right on the cusp of coming. Then his hand came forward, and his thumb swiped firmly across her pulsing clit. The orgasm bloomed outward, exploding through her. There was no holding back her scream as she fell over the precipice.

Before she could come down from the orgasm, Jack was lifting her up and off the hook. He did nothing to unbind her hands. He merely arranged her over the arm of the sofa.

“Spread your legs,” he ordered. His voice was rough and gravelly. He was on the edge, and she was thrilled to be the one who put him there.

She complied, breathing heavily into the cushions of the sofa. Her whole body was pulsing and languid. She felt like she was flowing rather than moving. Jack moved in behind her, spreading her legs further.

He held her as he thrust in. She buried her face in the pillows to mask her groan. He was so big from this angle. He felt so good filling her roughly with his cock. She heard him grunting as he pounded into her.

“Never again, Abigail,” he swore as he shoved his way into her pussy. “I will never again find you in a place like that without me. You will never get on the back of a damn motorcycle, and you will wear your fucking wedding ring.”

“Yes, Jack,” she managed as the pleasure built again.

He’d positioned her so that every thrust of his cock brought her clit in contact with the side of the couch. It was almost too much. She couldn’t control it. She cried out into the pillows as she felt her body explode with sensation.

“Oh, yeah, baby. Oh, fuck that’s beautiful.” He pulled at her hips. She felt him grind against her, giving her every ounce he had. He held himself tightly against her as though he was unwilling to give up the connection, but after a moment, he pulled his cock out. He hauled her up and into his arms and made his way back to the bedroom.

A laugh welled from deep inside her as he tossed her on the bed. He was back on top of her in an instant. This was what she needed. This was the man she’d missed so damn much. She got the feeling she wouldn’t be sight-seeing today. She held her bound hands up questioningly.

Jack gently pushed her hands over her head and into the hook at the top of the headboard.

“I like you like this,” he said, trailing a hand down her torso. “I might keep you like this today.” He fingered the material that kept her hands bound for his pleasure. “And maybe I should relent a little on the underwear. They make awfully good bindings.”

Her whole body softened as he covered her again, skin sliding over skin. She was in for a rough day and looked forward to the experience.

 

* * * *

 

Slater turned the volume on the television down and picked up his phone.

“He hasn’t left the club.” Jeremy’s voice was hushed, as though he was afraid someone might be listening in.

At least he had that much. He sat down on the edge of the bed housekeeping had made up not an hour before as he considered what was happening in the hotel across town. “Have you seen him this morning?”

He wasn’t exactly sure how the drugs he’d had Jeremy put in Lucas’s drink last night worked. He was pretty sure they wouldn’t kill him, but he could always hope. No one would question an overdose.

“I took room service up to the room he’s staying in. I didn’t see him, but I heard Barnes’s submissives talking about him. They didn’t seem terribly concerned. Apparently he was sleeping it off,” Jeremy explained. His voice was so quiet. Slater had to listen intently.

He turned off the television in his room. He’d been watching C-Span, but this was far more important to Slater’s future than anything Congress was doing.

He’d come across Jeremy Walker last night after watching the disgusting display Barnes had put on with his wife in the club. Slater had been shocked, but he couldn’t turn away. He’d noticed Lucas’s reaction. The pervert had been fascinated by the scene before him. Lucas had eyed the blond man first and then the female. He’d practically drooled over his brother’s wife as she was displayed in that vulgar fashion. The look on Lucas’s face had hardened Slater’s resolve. Lucas was going to ruin everything. It was merely a matter of time. Cameron was running on family values. How could he do that with not one, but two perverted bisexual sons?

Barnes could be counted on to keep his mouth shut, but Lucas? No way. No how.

Jeremy Walker had stood out in the crowd. He’d been just as disgusted, though Slater believed it was for different reasons. Young Jeremy hadn’t actually watched the cowboy spank his wife and put her on display. Slater noticed the slender man staring at Julian Lodge and the odd woman who sat at his feet. The blonde had clung to Lodge, and he’d shown her great affection. It hadn’t gone over well with Jeremy. There was jealousy in his eyes. Slater had known immediately he could use the boy to his own purposes. Slater had worked long enough in politics to know a stooge when he saw one.

Jeremy had supplied the “roofie,” as he called it. He’d explained that it would make Lucas very malleable. Lucas would be vulnerable under the influence of the drug. Slater might have misled Jeremy into thinking that he was of the same persuasion as he and Lucas. He might have inferred to Jeremy that he wanted Lucas sexually. It was distasteful but necessary. He’d slipped Jeremy enough money to play his part. He was supposed to get Lucas to drink the drugged rum and coke and then talk him up a bit. It had worked brilliantly. It hadn’t taken long before Lucas was heavily under the influence of the drug. Jeremy agreed to get Lucas downstairs and into Slater’s car. The young man had no idea Slater had been taking pictures with his cell phone. It clearly established Jeremy as the villain of the piece. When Lucas’s body was found, it would go one of two ways. Either they would assume the troubled young man had simply come to the bad end he so richly deserved or they would find the drugs in his system. At that point, Slater would come forward with his photos. He would admit he had been worried about his boss’s son and followed him. He’d tried to convince him not to go with the stranger, but Lucas never listened to sound advice.

Jeremy Walker was the perfect patsy. If only that fucker Barnes hadn’t shown up.

In the back of his mind, he’d rather hoped Barnes had decided to follow through on his threat from the previous night. Apparently, he had no such luck.

“Do you have any idea what Barnes intends to do with Lucas?” Slater asked.

“A little, sir,” Jeremy replied politely. Slater had found that Jeremy was polite, but the look in his eyes gave him away. “I overheard my Master speaking with Master Barnes earlier this morning. He’s been busy. He said something about taking Lucas with him to the ranch he owns. My Master sounded pleased with this. I do not believe Master Barnes intends to harm his brother. I know that they are staying at The Club tonight. Master Barnes will publically punish his slaves. They deserve it.”

Slater was glad they were speaking over the phone so he didn’t have to hide his distaste. The way these people behaved disgusted him. It could never get out that the senator had a membership. It would ruin his wholesome image. Naturally Lucas knew about that now, too. “So I’ll get another chance with Lucas?”

Jeremy sounded eager. “Oh, yes. I’ll help you if you help me. I’ll make sure it works this time. Master Barnes will be involved in his scene. No one will notice you slipping away with your treat.”

Jeremy had turned out to be a young man of flexible morality. He didn’t seem to think anything of drugging a potentially difficult lover. He did, however, want reciprocity. Slater had promised to dig up dirt on one Sally Hanover. He had no intention of wasting time doing it, but he had to string the young man along. Jeremy wanted Julian Lodge all to himself, it seemed.

“Yes,” Slater promised in smooth tones. “I have a private investigator working on it even as we speak. If he can’t come up with something, I’m sure we can make something up.”

“Good. I hate that bitch. The sooner she’s gone, the happier my Master will be with me.”

Slater wasn’t sure. The “master” seemed pretty pleased with the blonde the night before. It didn’t matter. All that mattered was the accident Lucas was going to have this evening. After tonight, Slater could put this mess behind him and concentrate on the upcoming campaign.

A candidate in mourning was a sympathetic man. After he hung up with Jeremy, Slater began writing a powerful eulogy for one Lucas Cameron.