Page 30 of A Dead Man’s Pulse (Trident Security Omega Team #1)

Chapter Sixteen

“ C ome on, you wimp. You’ve got a few more in you.”

Growling, he pushed upward against the weight and gravity.

Sweat coated his body, and his muscles screamed for him to stop, but like Dakota had said, he had a few more in him.

They had the place to themselves this morning after Angie and Kristen had finished their treadmill workouts while little JD had slept nearby in a playpen under the watchful eye of Beau.

They’d welcomed Dakota into their territory, and Kristen had given him a knowing wink.

He’d thought he’d been doing a good job of disguising his attraction to her, but apparently Devon’s wife didn’t miss a thing when it came to physical chemistry between two people.

He was also glad she hadn’t asked what had caused his freak out that night.

Trudy had warned him he might have an increase in his PTSD nightmares with his sessions with the two female Dommes, but she expected it to be temporary as his body and mind adjusted to the new meaning behind the whip.

He was due to undergo another whipping tomorrow morning.

They’d decided on once a week, so his body could recover.

In the meantime, he’d meet with one or the other Domme and train to be the one wielding the sadistic implement.

Taking a deep breath, he faltered on his last press when the scent of Dakota’s arousal assailed him.

Seeing him all pumped, hot, and sweaty was doing something for her, which in turn, did something for him.

His cock twitched in his shorts as he roared, putting all his energy and strength into one final lift.

Once he had it high above his head, Dakota grabbed the bar and helped him place it in its cradle. “Not bad, stud.”

His eyebrows shot upward as he rolled to a sitting position on the bench. “Stud?”

She circled around and handed him a towel to wipe his face with, before straddling his thighs, standing above him. “Yup. Stud. You have to know you have an incredible body and every woman with a pulse wags her tongue when you walk by.”

Barking out a disbelieving laugh, he tossed the towel onto his shoulder and grasped her hips, pulling her toward him.

He kissed the silky bare skin between her black sports bra and spandex shorts, eliciting a moan from her as she placed her hands on his shoulders for balance.

They really shouldn’t be doing this there where anyone could walk in on them, but he couldn’t help himself.

And it wasn’t as if they were breaking any rules by sleeping together.

In fact, he didn’t think anyone would be surprised if they found out.

She was an incredibly sexy woman, and he’d have to be dead not to want her.

However, a part of him wanted more than that, but he had nothing to offer her.

He was damaged goods and would never risk letting his guard down around her again.

Sex? Great . . . amazing, in fact . . . but sleeping together again was out of the question.

“Don’t move, baby. I’ve got you right where I want you,” he murmured against her skin. She tasted salty from her own exercise, as his lips and tongue brushed over her upper abdomen. Throwing caution to the wind, he brought a hand up between her legs and stroked her through the thin material.

Dakota’s hands tightened on his shoulders, but she held herself still, enjoying his ministrations. “Oh, God, Sir! That feels so good! Mmmmm .”

Lifting his head, he pulled down one side of her bra, exposing a gorgeous tit and its dusky rose peak. His mouth closed around the nipple, and he teased it with his tongue and teeth. Dakota moaned louder and her hips began to move in time with the fingers at her pussy.

Leaving that side of her bra tucked under her breast, he exposed the other one the same way, laving it with equal attention.

He slowed then stopped when he heard male voices out in the parking lot.

Pushing her back a step, he didn’t bother fixing her sports bra as he tugged her by the hand toward the women’s shower and changing room that had been added since women had been invading the Trident compound, grabbing his duffel bag on the way.

His cock was harder than granite, and he couldn’t wait to take her again.

Locking the door behind them, he strode over to the shower stall and turned on the water.

It was obvious a lot of thought had gone into the showers in both the men’s and women’s rooms, as they were large enough for three people and had benches built into them.

Logan doubted he and Dakota were the first ones to share a shower and some nookie in here.

“Strip, Koko. I hope you’re not in the mood for slow, because this is going to be hard and fast.” Slow sex was for the bedroom.

Adventurous sex was a whole different ballgame.

“Whatever you want, Master Bellhop,” she countered with a saucy grin, shoving her shorts to the floor.

His hand froze on the zipper of his duffel bag where he’d thrown in two boxes of condoms earlier after stopping at a convenience store. He arched an eyebrow at her as she shed her bra. “Little brat, you’ll pay for that.”

“I sure as hell hope so, Sir.”

His gaze followed her as she sashayed into the shower, swaying her hips.

If ever a woman wanted to be spanked, it was her.

DeAngelis had gone through a demonstration, followed by a “hands-on” practice session, so to speak, in their training class.

While he’d spanked Dakota several times in class, with everyone else around, she’d been clothed.

This was the first time he’d be spanking her with the intent to give her what she was clearly telling him she needed.

Grabbing a condom from a box, he followed her into the shower, and tossed it on the tiled bench. “Hands against the wall and present that fine ass for me, Koko. My brat deserves a spanking before I fuck her silly.”

“If you insist, Sir.”

Once she was in position, the multi-shower heads pelting them both with water, he ran his hands over both ass cheeks, squeezing and rubbing like he’d been taught, to bring the blood to the surface.

It would help prevent bruising in addition to being erotic as hell.

One of these days, he was going to ask her about fucking her ass, but for today, her pussy would do just fine.

He couldn’t get enough of this woman. “Ready, Koko?”

“Oh, yes, Sir.”

He was about to start but remembered one more important question. “What’s your safeword, baby?”

“Red, Sir.” Her tone was one of approval, and it triggered something deep inside him. He was surprised how good it felt, knowing he’d done something that she’d praise him for, as subtle as it was.

“For a count of twenty.” Lifting his right hand, he smacked it against her flesh, and then held it there, letting the heat spread outward.

“One, Sir,” followed a loud moan from her pretty, little mouth, making him impossibly hard.

Logan moved his hand so he could see her skin.

He’d hit her hard enough for the area to turn a little pink, but that would change as he continued, each strike a little harder than the last. In class, he’d been learning how to read his submissive’s body to know when she could handle more or if he needed to back off.

He let the next smack land on her left ass cheek.

“Two, Sir.”

When he reached ten, Dakota was panting and moaning.

Her skin was a beautiful shade of red along her buttocks and sit spots, and he was having a hard time controlling himself.

He wanted nothing more than to impale her on his cock, but another thing he’d learned in class was to follow through with what he’d started, whether it was for punishment or pleasure.

His submissive was trusting him to know what she needed and to ensure she got it.

He’d get his physical satisfaction soon enough, but it meant more to him to give her what she wanted, what she craved.

But that didn’t mean he couldn’t tease her a little along the way.

His hand slid down between her legs, and he found her soaked, and not from the shower. Her body was reacting to his discipline and readying itself for when he would take her. He thrust two fingers in her tight channel, and she clenched her inner muscles around him. “Oh, God, yes! Please, Sir!”

“Not yet, Koko. You have ten more to go, and then I’m going to fuck you from behind, until you shatter around my cock.

I love how you scream my name when you come.

” Pulling his fingers from her core, he brought them to his mouth, licking her sweet cream from them.

“Delicious, baby. Ready for your next ten?”

“I’m green, Sir. Yes, I’m ready. Please!”

The sound of flesh impacting wet flesh bounced off the tiled walls as steam swirled around them.

He had no idea if anyone had come into the gym and could hear them, but he doubted it was anything they hadn’t heard before, especially with all the Doms and subs running around this place, and right now he didn’t care.

All that mattered was him giving Dakota what she needed before they both found their release.

“Nineteen, Sir!”

“Last one, Koko.” Before giving her the final slap, he reached down and grabbed the condom package, putting it between his teeth and ripping the foil open.

His other hand lifted and fell right over the crack of her ass which was now glowing a beautiful shade of red.

Quickly donning the latex barrier, he lined his cock up with her pussy.

“Fast and furious, baby. I’m not going to be able to hold back. Get ready.”

“Please! Yes!”

He pushed forward, her heat enveloping and scorching him. With a swift thrust, he was buried to the hilt. Her gasps and moans filled the air, and her tight walls were already starting to quiver around him. It wouldn’t take much to send her over the edge.