Feathers and Thorne Series Books 1 - 3: The Complete Collection

Chapter Forty-One

Isabella

Carter shoves me toward the SUV on the curb, opening the door and pushing my chest down into the seat. He has me bent over like we’re in a bedroom, but instead, we’re damn near in the middle of New York traffic!

Carter Blackthorne doesn’t care, stepping against me so that his waist lines up perfectly against my bare, wet, vibrating sex. I plead that this is an excuse to take out the toy, but he doesn’t even reach for it. Instead, he strokes my bare ass before bringing his palm against it—hard.

I bite down on my tongue to keep from calling for more attention than there already could be on us right now. No matter the possibility of spectators, he runs his fingernails down my ass, most definitely leaving scratch marks in their wake.

“Get in the car and bend over.”

I hurry inside the back seat, making sure to do exactly as he says and as quickly as possible. I didn’t know a simple effort to please him would bring this much retaliation.

Why wouldn’t he want me to suck him off? I thought he would enjoy that.

Instead, he acts like I’ve committed treason!

Carter slams the door shut when he gets in, and suddenly I’m in his lap again, though my back is pressed perfectly into his chest now, my ass teetering on the tip of his crotch and the hardened erection that protrudes there.

“Take us to the club tonight,” Carter growls, his driver immediately pulling into downtown traffic. “And you, dove,” he whispers behind me, “you’re going to give me another orgasm before we get there, or you’re going to be punished.”

My breath hitches. The device hasn’t stopped vibrating, and I fear it won’t for a while.

He yanks my knees apart, spreading my legs apart so wide that I think the device might slide right out of my pussy. I ensure it stays there, no matter what, because if it doesn’t, I can only imagine what Carter will do to punish me.

“You keep your legs right there, Bella,” he snarls.

I nod vehemently, trying my best but feeling the cold vents of the air conditioner kiss at my soaking-wet sex. There’s no probable way I won’t have an orgasm soon, but Carter shifts slightly, and the vibrating stops at once.

His fist finds my scalp, and he pulls my head to rest back on his shoulder. “The rule still stands, dove.”

I realize shortly what he’s asking of me—or rather, what he is demanding. I wish I could argue, but I can’t even muster up the courage to ask for mercy.

He replaces his hands on my knees, spreading me so wide in his lap that I wonder if the driver can catch a glimpse of it in the mirror. Of course, Carter didn’t seem to care about the orgasm he pulled from me in the restaurant.

This isn’t as bad as that one had been. We’re no longer in front of Donovan, who Carter hardly said five words to in departure before he dragged me outside with the promise to punish me.

We’re not in the bathroom that was available for any guy who needed to go in the restaurant. The possibility of being seen is embarrassing enough… the possibility of being heard was a guarantee.

I rub my fingertips up my sensitive, throbbing clit, manually bringing myself to the point of orgasmic relief. Carter pulls my knees apart harder, and it becomes practically unbearable.

He only sneers into my scalp, frustrated that I haven’t followed through with his demand yet. The panic of the deadline before we get to the club and the pressure of having to orgasm right here, spread wonton in the back seat of his SUV, is all too much to ask of me tonight.

I try my hand at acting, something I’m not very good at, to begin with, but it may be my only saving grace tonight. I pant and moan and shiver in Carter’s lap, faking a lengthy, precious orgasm.

Carter releases my knees at last and curls his arms around my hips, leaving me to relax in his hold. He kisses my sweat-damp temple and pushes my hair away from my warm neck.

“Come closer,” he whispers into my cheek, kissing the spot methodically. I settle into his chest more, collapsing completely in his hold. “You know what I like about having you orgasm so much, Bella?”

“No, I don’t. What is it?”

He speaks softer, gentler than before. “It’s the way your fingers curl and your back arches, dove. I love seeing that so much that it makes it pretty clear when you’re having a good time in comparison to when you’re faking it.”

My heart stops beating for a minute. “Carter, what are you—”

“Don’t belittle me,” he snarls. “You think I don’t know a fake orgasm when I see one? You don’t think I can tell the difference between you coming and you lying? I’m insulted, dove.”

“I’m sorry,” I whisper, unable to talk my way around this anymore.

“You’re not,” he purrs, his voice more relaxed now than before. “But you will be very soon.”

I surrender, just trying to focus on the comfort of being held in his lap rather than the utter fear that embeds my every fiber. I can’t let my nerves get the best of me more than they already have.

It’s clear I’m not very good at making decisions when I’m under Carter’s sexual spells. He’s too good at tormenting me, at playing with my mind, that he has weaponized sex to overbear my rationale.

The SUV stops at last, and Carter barges out the door, flinging me over his shoulder like I’m a rag doll.

I try to push and slide out of his grip, but he refuses to let me move an inch, his hand adjusting the rim of my dress so that it covers my ass perfectly.

The Blackthorne Lifestyle Club is a noisy, dark place with velvet walls. I was here once to criticize Carter but being back here now only makes me regret ever coming after him in the first place.

If I had stood him up, ignored the groceries, and just found a job somewhere in a cubicle, then I wouldn’t be in this predicament at all.

He pushes his way into the room where I found him before, and when he sets me down, he adds an extra shove against my hip, sending me into the soft cloud of a couch.

Carter locks the door and hangs his coat up on the hook on the wall.

He rolls up the long, clean sleeves of his dress shirt, and exposing his muscular arms to my view makes my stomach knot into a million little braided twists.

“Carter,” I plead, sinking into the couch as he comes to stand over me. “I’m sorry about the bathroom, and I’m sorry about faking it… I didn’t want to, Carter, but I—”

“You don’t call me that,” he says in a grumbling snarl. “Correct yourself.”

My voice is nothing but a little whimper now, but I speak through it anyway.

“Sir.”

“Good girl,” he hums through his pursed lips. “Now spread your legs for me.”

I oblige instantly, parting my knees and allowing him to stalk between them. I brace for something, for anything, but Carter only plucks the toy out of my sex and tosses it aside.

Instant relief pours through me, and I wonder if this means the rest of the night will be met with a little bit of mercy, but I should know better. Carter pulls me from the couch in a single motion and rips the zipper down my dress.

The fabric puddles at my feet, and I’m thankful that the room is warm for this kind of entertainment.

I hiccup in shock, Carter coming around my side with a thick leather strap that he clips around my throat like a collar. I quickly realize that’s exactly what it is because he shows the dainty metal chain that connects to the strap he has secured over my neck.

He yanks me forward by my throat, and I fall into his expectant arms. He grins with pride in the control he has over me now.

If there was ever any disparity over who is in control, I think it’s been made clear now who has the leash.

And who has the collar.

“You know, I should belt your ass over what you did tonight,” Carter snaps. “First, you tried to storm away from me in front of company. Then you denied eating after I instructed you to. I take you to the privacy of a stall, so I can talk some sense into you, and you try to suck my cock without permission.

“Then you fake an orgasm in my lap, dove.”

I stammer under the pressure of his weighted aura over me. “You’re right,” I hiss.

His lips curl into a salacious grin. “What was that, Bella?”

“You’re right, sir. I… I deserve punishment f-for everything. I was… was wrong.”

He hums gently, stepping back while he ends up sitting on the couch, leaving a hard hold on the chain that links to my collar. His eyes drink down the sight of me in total admiration.

Before meeting Carter, I never thought much of my naked body. Now, after having this magnificent man stare at me in complete awe, it’s hard not to blush and feel a little special.

He grips the chain tighter, wrapping it around his knuckles and shortening it. “On your knees, dove. You’re going to give me what I want.”

I hiccup, resting on my knees now and staring through the gateway of his thighs, his burgeoning erection damn near ripping out of his pants by now.

“What do you want, sir?”

His smile widens. “I want you to suck me dry tonight.”

I bite my lip but accept the punishment. It’s better than being whipped by his belt, but I’m not exactly thrilled with the trajectory of tonight. I could have settled this in the bathroom stall at the restaurant, but the power trip effect it had on my alpha male boss seems to have only frustrated him.

But it obviously did entice him.

I undo his belt and then move to release his zipper. He sits back in willing anticipation, groaning when I finally take his shaft in my delicate fingers. He yanks on the collar, pulling me to practically lean into his lap, but it does center his cock straight against the gate of my lips.

He pulls the leash more, and I swallow his length into my throat.

“Perfect, dove,” he hums, using the leash to force the rhythm of how I suck on his erection. He keeps a pretty fast pace until his phone begins to ring in his back pocket. “Fuck. Don’t you dare stop, Bella.”

He leans forward, his hand finding the back of my head while he adjusts the cell phone to his cheek.

“What is it?”

The pause between his grouchy voice and the reply over the phone call feels like an eternity, but I maintain my composure, begging that he will come quick and maybe, just maybe, give me another chance to orgasm tonight.

If I have another within me at all.

“Where did you say you are?” Carter snaps. After a brief hesitation, he laughs, the feeling of his tremble of a chuckle rattling through his throbbing arousal in my lips. “I’ll be there soon. Just give me a minute to get ready. I’m in the middle of an important meeting right now.”

I blush, honored but still so horny.

He hangs up the phone and leans back, continuing to control the rhythm through the collar around my throat.

“Better make it quick, dove. I’ve got more work tonight, and if you don’t finish now, I’ll just have to put you on your knees in that meeting.”

I shudder. He wouldn’t do that… right?

“And yes, Bella, I am serious. You would fit perfectly under my desk and…”

I speed up, brushing my tongue around his rim in hopes of making him come sooner. He chuckles lightly but finally ceases his threats.

“You’re so fucking good to me.”