AccidentalVoyeur

  Accidental Voyeur

  Jennifer Kacey

  Members Only, Book Five

  It’s been years since Angel and Davis said “I do” but husband and wife are no longer their most important labels.

  He demands nothing short of her complete submission and she finds her place in the world. On her knees—at his feet.

  Now as members of The Library, a private BDSM club catering to the dark and decadent, they get to explore fantasies they never expected to have.

  Marriage. It was supposed to be everything. But for Angel and Davis, it is only the beginning.

  A Romantica® BDSM erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave

  Accidental Voyeur

  Jennifer Kacey

  Dedication

  To DD—This one belongs to you…

  Acknowledgements

  Nina—For loving my smutty stories and going to bat for me on the cover!

  It’s so AWESOME!

  Dawn—For showing me how much I needed to write a “pet”.

  Kellee—For the use of your name and a particular handle—made out of rope.

  Sara—To saving the world! One tiny article of clothing at a time…

  Chapter One

  Angel’s core pulsed with need even though it hadn’t been half a day since he’d taken her.

  Davis’ profile made her heart flutter and her pulse beat erratically between her thighs.

  It was always like that.

  Out of nowhere his dominance would hit her and take her to her knees.

  But he was always there to catch her…

  Or force her down if that was what he needed from her.

  She stood in the doorway of his home office, staring at him, frozen by his broody attention on the dual monitors sitting on his desk.

  Angel twirled her wedding ring around her finger, smiling faintly at the vanilla reminder of how far they’d come. Almost six years had passed since they had said “I do”. But they hadn’t found each other, not really, until a few months past their fourth anniversary.

  A night like any other, but somehow different from all the rest.

  His energy had nearly consumed her that night.

  She sucked in a startled breath, remembering just how things had changed between them. Some silly argument had triggered it, unleashing the dominance he’d always kept caged. An all-consuming desire to own her broke free and changed their relationship forever.

  The need to submit to him, to kneel at his feet and give her power over to him had been instantaneous.

  She hadn’t questioned it, hadn’t fought it tooth and nail like so many of her kinky friends had. For that and so much more she would be forever grateful.

  Their love had never been stronger. It had grown deeper every day since.

  Seeing him in his chair with his chin resting on the knuckles of the hand farthest from her, called to her. Partly due to the thick erection tenting his slacks but mostly because of the way his eyes narrowed at a new entry on some conversation taking place on his monitor. The need to go to him, to comfort him and to offer herself to him, nearly overwhelmed her. She couldn’t walk away from him any more than he could strip out of his dominance and leave it on the floor.

  They completed each other in ways she never knew to pray for.

  And he let her play…

  Sweet heaven above did he let her play.

  “Pet? You okay?”

  At his concerned tone she glanced up at his face again from where she’d been staring at the bamboo flooring by his boots. He ran a hand through his longish brown hair, tugging it away from his forehead and letting it fall across his brow when he released it.

  A smile tugged at her lips as she made her way, barefooted, across the smooth floor to stand beside him.

  “More than fine, Owner.” She bent to place a quick kiss on his lips but before she could move away he grabbed the back of her neck, holding her in place.

  He licked inside her mouth, expertly opening her lips to dive inside. His hand moved to her short blonde hair, fisting it and angling her head how he liked it, how he wanted it. He nipped her bottom lip, making her jump. A sigh slipped out past her lips as he licked the sting away.

  “Fuck, you taste good,” he growled against her mouth.

  She tipped her forehead against his and smiled again. “I love the way you kiss me.”

  “I love the way you take it. Moans and sighs and your fingernails digging into my arm.”

  She loosened her grip on his arm, biting her lip at how hard she’d latched on to him. He’d definitely wear her mark for an hour or two and she couldn’t help but feel more than a little smug that he was hers. For always.

  Davis kissed her again, lingering on her lips until she sighed into his mouth again.

  He pulled her onto his lap, tugging until her backside was snug against his cock. She wiggled against his erection until he growled. She couldn’t contain her shiver as he nipped her neck below her ear.

  No matter how many times he took her, claimed her, controlled her, it was just as hot, just as intense and wicked as it had been the first time.

  She blinked several times, forcing her eyes to focus on the screen in front of her.

  As she suspected, he had a chat program up. The kind where the participants could actually video chat if they wanted to but all he had up was the chat function. The last message had come from the woman he spoke with.

  I’m not certain. What will your wife think if I meet you at The Library and agree to being beneath your flogger and then beneath you?

  Yes, they were married but their relationship was a bit different than a lot out there.

  They weren’t poly per se because they didn’t love outside their relationship. But they fucked other people, individually and together. It was almost always better together but sometimes they needed time to play with someone else or several someone elses.

  Around a year ago they decided they liked the term non-monogamous.

  It definitely seemed to fit.

  They were equal, everywhere but in the bedroom or shower or office when the mood struck him.

  Then he owned her and he knew it.

  “Who are you talking to?”

  “Kellee. We met her at The Library a few weekends ago.”

  The Library was a private BDSM sex club owned by the Kennedy twins and their submissive Cyn. A safe place for people like them to go to explore all of the deliciously depraved things they wanted to indulge in.

  Quite a few other like-minded individuals, couples and multi-partnered groups frequented the club as well.

  “The name doesn’t ring any bells.”

  He reached around her, moving the mouse. After he clicked on a picture icon, the thumbnail morphed into a full-size head shot.

  “Pretty smile, mid-length brown hair. She’s bright and sexy as fuck. Very cute, younger by a few years—innocent.”

  The kind of little lamb she liked to corrupt, and Davis had definitely snagged Kellee’s interest. The fact that Kellee already knew he was married and made sure to ask about it made Angel’s smile widen. Playing with people who knew where they stood going in made things a hell of a lot simpler.

  Their dynamic worked because they were completely open and honest about everything they did outside of their relationship. Imagination almost always made things worse, especially when it came to sex, but they found what worked for them and stuck with it.

  “Oh, I do remember her. She used to play with Scott and Kyle off and on before they found Haleigh.” Scott and Kyle were other members of the club who also owned Inkfluence, a local tattoo shop, and had recently found a woman to complete them both.

  Angel couldn’t help but smile at their good fortune. They were amazing guys and she was ecstatic tha
t Haleigh had stumbled upon them and turned their worlds upside-down.

  “That’s her.” David nodded, drawing her attention back to his screen. He minimized Kellee’s profile picture and brought up the chat screen again. “Read this part here and tell me what you think?”

  At his prompting she stood to get close enough to the screen so she could make out the small text. The fact that her skirt was so short it barely covered her ass may have had something to do with it too. She was horny and not above pushing a few of her Owner’s buttons to get a bit of attention before they headed out to run errands.

  She placed her palms on his desk so she didn’t fall over trying to see the screen. It was a sunny day in Arcadia, Kansas, and his office nearly glowed with the full afternoon sun, forcing her to lean a bit farther than normal.

  Tilting her pelvis to where he could hopefully see that she’d been to the spa and had her pussy waxed, of course had nothing to do with it.

  Of course.

  Her mind blanked out and her ability to read fritzed as well when his hand skated up her inner thigh. His rough fingertips smoothed up her skin and he cupped her naked mound.

  “No panties, Wife? You know what that does to me.”

  “Well, you know how we were talking about our carbon footprint and all that the other day at work?” She took a deep breath, trying to calm her libido. She failed miserably.

  He slid his fingers along the smooth lips of her pussy, coaxing more of the sweet wetness from her core and rendering her all but mute. “You were saying?”

  “Umm…”

  He chuckled and the dominance living just beneath his flesh slipped free, filling the air around them with something decadent and dangerous. “Carbon footprint.”

  “Mmm,” she hummed and he chuckled again. “I decided to help cut down on our carbon footprint at home.”

  “By not wearing panties? How is this going to help save the planet?” He slid a finger inside her sex and then another one, filling her, stretching her core with his thick fingers until his knuckles pushed against the lips of her wet cunt.

  “Mmhmm. Less laundry. Lower, you know, exhaust or something…” She thought she should pat herself on the back for finishing her thought—mostly—but she decided holding on to his desk with both hands was much, much safer.

  He teased the pucker of her ass with his thumb while fucking her firmly with his fingers.

  “I love how wet you get for me. Fucking sexy.”

  “It’s you, Sir. You’re the reason I’ve had to start drinking more water. You just l-ook at me and I get wet.” She stuttered in the middle when he added another finger. Even without seeing his face she knew he wore a look of determination. One of the many reasons she loved him so much. “You turn me on more every day. I’m slick and ready for you all the time. All. The. Time.”

  A tiny growl slipped free as he removed his fingers and she shivered, knowing his control had slipped another notch closer to full-on take.

  The small wheels on his chair squeaked a bit when he rolled behind her. He lifted her skirt, exposing her ass. He didn’t rip it off, didn’t drag it off of her and throw it to the side. Didn’t even say a word as he slowly revealed her entire backside to his hungry gaze.

  Because he knew she liked it.

  Knew she loved it, feeling used, feeling dirtied in her clothes when he was done with her.

  Hot hands gripped the flesh of her ass, spreading her wide. Tremors worked up her spine, making her jerk and arch when he did nothing more than stare at her.

  Her asshole twitched and another muffled growl split the air around them.

  Her eyelids fell closed as he pulled her farther apart, licking from her clit all the way to the sensitive entrance to her rear.

  “You’re my fuckhole, aren’t you? Mine to do with as I please. Mine to fuck and take and use.”

  “Yes-s,” she stuttered out. “Always ready for you.”

  He spit on her ass. Sensations piled up inside her and blocked everything else out as he worked his thumb inside her rear and she moaned. Unable to hold her up any longer her arms gave out, her elbows hitting his desk with a smack.

  The primal growl filling the space behind her was her only warning but it sounded far-off, distant, threatening in the most delicious way she could imagine.

  He jostled her a bit as he shoved to his feet.

  It didn’t take three seconds for him to swipe everything but his monitors off his desk with his meaty forearm. Papers and office supplies clattered onto the hardwood, making her gasp.

  “You’re going to come for me.”

  He stood her up, tugging off her Hello Kitty shirt and her bra in less time than it took her to suck in a trembling breath.

  He shoved her chest down onto his desk and she eeked at the cold as her nipple rings clicked against the surface. Her shoulder hit a button on the side of his monitor closest to her, making it go blank.

  The chilly bite of the polished glass surface shot along her skin and up through her pierced nipples as her hips convulsed. He pushed the material of her skirt onto her back again, kicking her legs wider until she perched on her tiptoes. He forced her to grab the far edge of his desk to keep her balance.

  “You dirty little whore. Your pussy’s so wet it’s leaking onto your thighs.” He gathered some of her wetness and spread it around the lips of her sex. Rubbing, sliding in her slick juice until she bit her lip from wanting to come already. “Do you want me to fuck you? Are you already on the verge of begging for me to take you?”

  “God, yes. Please fuck me,” exploded out of her mouth. “Use me. I want to be what you need.”

  At least two of his fingers filled her pussy and she gasped at the exquisite feeling of him fucking her with any part of himself.

  But it wasn’t enough.

  Not nearly enough.

  Until he fucked her ass she wouldn’t be satisfied and he knew it.

  He always knew what she needed.

  “Not yet, wife of mine. I want something from you first.”

  He grabbed her arms, twisting them behind her back until he latched both of her crossed wrists in one of his big hands.

  His fingers filled her pussy again and she moaned when he licked her ass, thrusting his tongue in her ultrasensitive back entrance.

  Her hot breath condensed on the cold surface of the glass and the reflection of his office swam in the smooth plane of his desk as her vision blurred.

  “You didn’t come last night?” He asked it like it was a question but it wasn’t. Not when he already knew the answer. When he told her not to come, she listened no matter how badly she wanted an orgasm.

  “No.”

  His hand came down on her ass so fast she’d wear the handprint on her cheek for a week.

  He worked his slick digits back inside her wet sheath as he snarled in her ear. “No, what?”

  Her hands made little fists as she fought to keep from coming all over his hand right then. “No, Sir. No, Sir. I didn’t come last night. You told me not to.”

  “Good girl.”

  Those two little words were just as effective as the slap to her rear had been. Her need to orgasm nearly overwhelmed her.

  “You know what I want. I’m not stopping until you give it to me.”

  Until that moment she really hadn’t known what he wanted other than her orgasm, which she would gladly give to him anytime he wanted. But he rotated his wrist, pushing down on her G-spot in a rhythm she had no ability to fight.

  He knew exactly how to get her off, to take every ounce of control away from her and make her squirt all over as she came.

  They’d only ever done it in the shower before, since he made such a mess of her.

  “But, Sir, the floor. I can’t—”

  He spanked her ass on the other side and she whimpered, her legs starting to shake from being strained up on her toes.

  “Give. It. To. Me.”

  He bit her hot ass, curving his fingers inside her pussy again, manipu
lating her G-spot using the hard surface of the desk above her mound to his advantage. He caged her in, trapping her, owning her as he’d vowed to do when he collared her almost two years prior.

  His grip on her wrists tightened and he bit her again, causing her heart to race against her ribs. Her orgasm built in her pelvis so fast she could do nothing but give him what he demanded.

  “Can I come, Sir? Please let me come—”

  “Mine,” he barked, and that was all she needed.

  Sweet, sticky liquid squirted from beneath his fingers, coating her legs as she came with a wail. Her hips convulsed and a tremor shot down to her feet as she curled her toes against the wet floor.

  She bit her bottom lip, pulling her eyebrows down into a V. He worked his fingers inside her as if he spoke to her in Morse code. Short and long pulses as he licked across her asshole again.

  “Another. Give me another and then I’ll fuck you. I’ll fuck your ass so deep you won’t sit for a week without thinking about me.”

  He prodded her G-spot with his single-minded focus and another orgasm grew inside her, threatening to pull her under when it detonated. The muscles in her ass and thighs contracted, matching the pattern of her erratic heartbeat. She frantically grabbed his hand, which still held her wrists in place, trying to find something to anchor her mind in the maelstrom of physical sensation.

  It was always like this.

  He knew every button to push. Could play her body as if it were a finely tuned instrument and he had perfect pitch.

  She shivered on a panting breath and then his thumb brushed across her clit.

  “Fuck.”

  He circled her clit, running it through her wetness as he stretched her pussy lips with his other fingers. “I’m gonna make you lick up every drop of the whore juice on the floor and my boots. Such a dirty slut I married.”

  Sharp exhales puffed out of her as she climbed higher and higher toward another release.

  “And after I fuck your ass you’re going to clean my dick off. You’re going to get me hard again and I’ll make you choke on my cock until I come down your filthy throat.”