Dark Xanadu by Sindra van Yssel Page A

with one hand still stroking her inside. She had no idea how many fingers he had in there anymore. However many it was, her sex had contracted to squeeze them tightly, over and over. She closed her eyes, feeling waves of pleasure wash over her even as he removed his fingers and lifted her up to move her to the couch.
    She rested in his arms, shuddering now and then, not speaking. He didn’t speak either. His fingers stroked through her hair. She felt so warm, so safe, and protected, even though she was with the very man who had just beaten her with his bare hand, and the hem of her dress was pulled up completely indecently. She would have felt self-conscious walking around without panties in a long skirt, and here hers was hiked to her waist, and she felt completely at home.
    When comfort had blended into sleep she didn’t know. She awoke at a knock on the door. A blanket had been thrown over her. He must have had one nearby, because he certainly hadn’t gotten up while she’d been there in his arms.
    “Crap.” He raised his voice. “Busy!”
    “We need you, Kent. Sorry.” It was Charles’ voice, carrying through the door. It made her wonder whether she’d made any noises loud enough to be heard outside.
    Kent sighed. “I’m sorry, Angela, I’ll try to be quick.”
    “Go ahead,” Angela said at the same time. “You need to take care of business first.”
    Kent pulled down her dress, and helped her to her feet. “You going to be okay?”
    She smiled at him. “Horny as hell again. But okay. Thank you for asking.”
    He went to the door and opened it.
     “Sorry for interrupting. We’ve got a bit of a situation here, Kent. I’ve separated the two parties. Genna’s talking to the Domme, Alicia, who wants Master Fred thrown out of the club. Her sub, Jean, has been told to be quiet, because she was screaming.”
    Kent nodded. “I’ll come. Angela, stay here.”
    Angela frowned, but nodded. Last week he wanted her to soak up every bit of knowledge she could. But something was different today. The way Brennan told her to go straight to the office, the way he didn’t come out to greet her, even though he wasn’t doing anything but pacing.
    Was he ashamed to be seen with her? She started to wonder if the dress made her look fat, but no, his eyes had lit up well enough when they saw her, and his passion couldn’t have been faked. Perhaps, worse, he had to keep her a secret from some other woman.
    Dammit.

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Seven
     
    Kent tried not to let his displeasure show. Charles knew what it meant to interrupt a scene, and wouldn’t have done so without good cause. It was one of the downsides to owning a place like Dark Xanadu.
    Charles was talking, and Kent really needed to be listening, and not thinking about what might have been. “Alicia and Jean were doing a scene, and it was pretty intense. Jean was physically fighting Alicia, and Alicia was trying to overpower her to get her legs cuffed into the bondage frame. Not actually sure Alicia could have done it, even if Jean’s hands weren’t already quite peacefully tied up top. It’s a good thing Brennan built that thing sturdy, because they would have broken it between the two of them. But in any case, Jean never used her safe word. On that, everyone agrees.”
    “So how does Fred come into it?” He knew who Alicia and Jean were, but he’d not really gotten to know them yet. Alicia was a blonde, a bit on the too thin side for his tastes, but she had muscles and liked to wear sleeveless outfits to show them off. Jean was a couple of inches taller, though, and probably forty pounds heavier, so yeah, if they were fighting with Jean completely free he wasn’t sure his bet would be on Alicia forcing Jean to do anything. He had talked to Fred at length one evening, and he was impressed. The man struck him as a kind Dom, and very much the protective sort.
    “Fred intervened. He didn’t touch either of them, just went over