Exploration: Nolan's Regret: Club Wicked Cove, #3

By Linzi Basset

Exploration: Nolan's regret, is Book 3 in the Club Wicked Cove Series that will take you on a rollercoaster ride from the picturesque Isle of Capri to the demimonde of a BDSM club. Get strapped in for a wild ride.

 

Fear may linger but regrets remain.

Nolan Shaffer knows all too well. The billionaire co-owner of Club Wicked Cove seems to have it all—power, prestige, looks, friends ... and women—anyone he wants, except for one. And the gap between fantasy and reality grows wider by the minute. Plagued by a guilt-ridden past, he struggles to let go and embrace his future in the form of Jewel Flint, a drop-dead gorgeous woman whose heart remains a hand's-breadth out of his reach.

 

Right now, the future portends untold malevolence. In a macabre twist of fate, Nolan and Jewel find themselves inextricably bound up together by the forces of evil. But before they can be freed, the ties to his past must be finally severed.

 

 When confronted with the inevitable choices, will they be able to rise to the challenge or will their world implode around them, obliterating any hope of a life together.

 

With a psychopathic Mafioso out for revenge, Nolan must dig deep to protect, at any cost, all whom he loves and cherishes.

 

Fear and regret collide to form a potent alchemy that unleashes the power of the will.

 

Wondering what happened to Colt Fargo? Does he manage to master the darkness inside of him? Will the Occhipinti Crime Family ever let him go?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Linzi Basset
• Release date: Apr 17, 2021
• ISBN: 9798201644550

Linzi Basset

“Isn’t it a universal truth that it’s our singular experiences and passion, for whatever thing or things, which molds us all into the individuals we become? Whether it's hidden in the depths of our soul or exposed for all to see?” Linzi Basset is a South African born animal rights supporter with a poet’s heart, and she is also a bestselling fiction writer of suspense filled romance erotica books; who as the latter, refuses to be bound to any one sub-genre. She prefers instead to stretch herself as a storyteller which has resulted in her researching and writing historical and even paranormal themed works. Her initial offering: Club Alpha Cove, a BDSM club suspense series released back in 2015, reached Amazon’s Bestseller list, and she has been on those lists ever since. Labelling her as prolific is a gross understatement as just a few short years later she has now been published forty-one times; a total which fails to take into account the three other published works of her alter ego: Isabel James who co-authors—nor does it include the five additional new works marked for imminent release. “I write from the inside out. My stories are both inside me and a part of me so it can be either pleasurable to release them or painful to carve them out. I live every moment of every story I write. So, if you're looking for spicy and suspenseful, I'm your girl... woman... writer... you know what I mean!" Linzi believes that by telling stories in her own voice, she can better share with her readers the essence of her being: her passionate nature; her motivations; and her wildest fantasies. She feels every touch as she writes, every kiss, every harsh word uttered, and this to her is the key to a never-ending love of writing. Ultimately, all books by Linzi Basset are about passion. To her, passion is the driving force of all emotion; whether it be lust, desire, hate, trust, or love. This is the underlying message contained in her books. Her advice: “Believe in the passions driving your desires; live them; enjoy them; and allow them to bring you happiness.” Follow Linzi everywhere: https://linktr.ee/LinziBasset

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Exploration: Nolan’s Regret

Club Wicked Cove

Book 3

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A Dark Suspense BDSM Novel

By

Linzi Basset

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Copyright © 2020 Linzi Basset - All rights reserved.

Exploration: Nolan’s Regret

Copyright © 2020 Linzi Basset

Editor: Luca Delafinestra

Published & Cover Design: Linzi Basset

This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales, business establishments, or organizations is entirely coincidental.

Linzi Basset has asserted her rights under the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988 to be identified as the author of this work. All rights reserved. This copy is intended for the original purchaser of this eBook/book only. No part of this eBook/book may be reproduced, scanned, or distributed in any manner whatsoever without prior written permission from the author, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews.

Warning: This book contains sexually explicit scenes and adult language and may be considered offensive to some readers. This book is for sale to adults only, as defined by the laws of the country in which you made your purchase.

Disclaimer: Neither the publisher nor the author will be responsible for any loss, harm, injury, or death resulting from use of the information contained in this book.

Contents

Warning: Read This – BDSM & Thriller

Author’s Note

Preface

Dictionary

PROLOGUE

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty-One

Chapter Twenty-Two

Epilogue

Excerpt: Merciful: Seth’s Revenge

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Warning: Read This – BDSM & Thriller

This series contains scenes including, but not limited to, explicit graphic sex, voyeurism, exhibitionism, humiliation, ropes, cuffs, spanking, whipping, flogging, anal sex, ménage, strong language, bondage, and some S&M. Furthermore, expect controversial subjects such as unplanned pregnancy and BDSM activities.

This is a thriller/suspense combination genre and contains scenes of violence and death.

Liberties have been taken with places and notions that may resemble those of real life, such as insta-love and geographic locations.

Please, only proceed if you are comfortable with the above!

Author’s Note

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Dear Reader,

Please note: Punishments in these books ... well, they aren't meant to be pleasurable and are, as their name indicates, punishing.

These stories develop over a very short time span. In real life, care should always be taken with your emotions, lifestyle, and sex. Remember: always safe, sane, and consensual.

This is the third book in the Club Wicked Cove Series that will take you on a rollercoaster ride from the picturesque Isle of Capri to the demimonde of a BDSM club. Get strapped in for a wild ride.

Exploration: Nolan’s regret, is Book 3 in the series.

Fear may linger but regrets remain.

Nolan Shaffer knows all too well. The billionaire co-owner of Club Wicked Cove seems to have it all—power, prestige, looks, friends ... and women—anyone he wants, except for one. And the gap between fantasy and reality grows wider by the minute. Plagued by a guilt-ridden past, he struggles to let go and embrace his future in the form of Jewel Flint, a drop-dead gorgeous woman whose heart remains a hand’s-breadth out of his reach.

Right now, the future portends untold malevolence. In a macabre twist of fate, Nolan and Jewel find themselves inextricably bound up together by the forces of evil. But before they can be freed, the ties to his past must be finally severed.

When confronted with the inevitable choices, will they be able to rise to the challenge or will their world implode around them, obliterating any hope of a life together.

With a psychopathic Mafioso out for revenge, Nolan must dig deep to protect, at any cost, all whom he loves and cherishes.

Fear and regret collide to form a potent alchemy that unleashes the power of the will.

Wondering what happened to Colt Fargo? Does he manage to master the darkness inside of him? Will the Occhipinti Crime Family ever let him go?

Wishing you all well and trusting you will enjoy this story.

Warm regards,

Linzi Basset

Preface

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Welcome to the elite, underground, BDSM escape named Club Wicked Cove.

Club Wicked Cove is a very exclusive, underground BDSM club on a farm located thirty miles outside of Jacksonville, Texas, on the banks of Lake Jacksonville. It’s a place where people go to escape and lose themselves in their own kinks and pleasure. In such a small, close-knit community, people treasure their privacy, therefore they wear masks, wigs and even colored contacts to ensure their identities remain intact.

Colt Fargo is the owner of Fargo Produce, one of the most successful farms in Texas. He is also the owner of the club, which stands on the outskirts of his farm on a separate plot of land. No one associates him with the club, which suites his need for plausible deniability.

Club Wicked Cove is a series woven around Colt, his best friend and co-owner of the club, Nolan Shaffer, along with four of their friends, Parnell, Seth, Kent, and Raul.

Colt’s dark past and the Occhipinti family wove an evil web around the club and its Masters. Each to be challenged in a different way as violence, sex and death scattered their paths to happiness.

Dictionary

Ad ogni costo - At any cost

Altri dieci  - Ten more

Andare  - Go

Basta   - Enough

Bastardo cornuto  - Bastard coveting another’s wife

Bene   - Good

Borgata  - Family

Cagna  - Bitch

Capisci bene - Do you understand well

Capito  - Understand

Cazzate  - Bullshit

Cazzo fica  - Fucking cunt

Cazzo, io sono fregato - Fuck, I’m screwed

C'è un problema - Is there a problem

Che cazzo ti succeed - What the fuck 's wrong with you

Che cazzo  - What the fuck

Cio che va, torna - What goes around comes around

Come cazzo perverso come il giorno e lungo - As queer as the day is long

Così tanto  - Very much so

Diavolo  - Devil

Dio non voglia - God forbid

E 'il mio diritto di sapere - It’s my right to know

Egli è indulgente - He is forgiving/lenient

E tutto chiaro - Are we clear?

Famiglia  - Family

Fammi vedere - Let me see

Figa   - Cunt

In flagrante delicto - Blazing offense, solicious (Latin)

Gumbah  - Compadre (Slang)

Il Capo di tutti capi - The Boss of all bosses

Inizio   - Begin

Io sono deluso - I’m disappointed

La famiglia e il piu importante per lui - The family is the most important

Lei è la mia fottuta moglie - She’s my fucking wife

L’opera continua - The opera continues

Mezzofinook  - Bisexual

Mi dispiace molto ma si tratta di un occhio per occhio - I’m sorry but it’s an eye for an eye.

Mi senti bene - Do you hear me

Moglie puttana - Wife whore

Nella Famiglia - In the family

Nessuno  - Nobody

Non di meno - No less

Non è finito  - You’re not done

Non e vero   - It’s not true

Non eri pronto - You weren’t ready

Non finisce mai - It never ends

Non ho bisogno di spiegarmi - I don’t need to explain myself

Non spingiarmi - Don’t push me

Non un giorno prima - Not a day before

Ora vai  - Now, go

Ottenere indietro mio figlio - Get back my son

Padre   - Father

Piccola cagna - Little bitch

Presto  - Soon

Puttana  - Whore

Quello cazzo malato - That sick fuck

Questa famiglia - This family

Qui se ne frega un cazzo niente - Who gives a fuck

Schiavo slut   - Slut slave

Senti mi bene, stunod - Listen to me, idiot

Siamo forti  - We’re strong

Sbagliato  - Mistake

Splendidamente - Splendidly

Sta 'zitto  - Shut up

Stronzo  - Asshole

Subito  - Immediately

Tremendamente - Tremendously

Trenta  - Thirty 

Tu mi hai capito molto un cazzo bene - You understand me very fucking well

Un brutto mostro - An ugly monster

Va fan culo  - Fuck off

Vai chiamare - Go and call

Vamoose  - Get out (Spanish)

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Additional Explanations

Insufficientia cordis - Heart Failure

Caporegime  - Ranking member in Mafia

Capo Bastone - Under Boss in Mafia

Mamalukes  - Arabic for Slaves

PROLOGUE

NOTE: Although this is a suspense thriller with an erotic BDSM twist, it is first and foremost a thriller. It is a DARK series involving mafia crimes, hate, revenge, violent acts, and deaths.

PLEASE NOTE: This book involves the dark traits of the American Mafia and there are details to the murder of a small child throughout the story. Please do not read this book if such content will trigger or upset you in any way.

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The hanging Buddhist monastery, Xuankong, in China.

Fuck, I’ve never been this cold in my entire life, Colt muttered as he ploughed through the snow. Ice licked at his face and crept under his clothes, spreading across his skin like the lacy tide on a frigid winter beach. His lips were tinged purple and blue from the exposure to the freezing weather. He had given up on trying to keep his teeth from chattering. With another curse, he yanked his thick thermal jacket on.

The little buffer of residual heat that he’d absorbed before they set out in the cold was gone. With every exhale, more heat rose in puffs of white vapor while every gust of the wind dissipated any sign of heat into the whiteness.

"How the hell is this gonna expunge the darkness from my soul? By freezing my ass off and causing hyperthermia as a bonus?" Colt glared at Quade who sat with his back against a tree. He was glad that Quade had decided to join him for the first few weeks of his incarceration at the hanging temple of Xuankong. Quade had learned to control his emotions and demons amidst these mountains years ago, and since then was revered by the monks here.

Quade shrugged his shoulders, which drew a sneer from Colt. He was amazed that Quade seemed completely at ease wearing nothing but a pair of jeans and boots.

Jesus. You look as though you’re sitting on a tropical beach. How do you do it, Quade? I hate the fucking cold.

Colt stomped his feet to force some heat into his veins. He turned to stare out at the imposing mountain.

Every surface, every blade of grass and twig was encased in long ice crystals. They were little forests of ice, pure white and rootless.

Escarpments covered in brightly lit snow, sheared off vertically from the rocky mountain. Their walls were creviced with geometric-shaped shadows.

This is only the beginning, Colt. You better decide here and know if you want to commit to it or not, because I’m not gonna waste my fucking time. Get that jacket off and start digging deep. Remember why you decided to come here in the first place. Look into your soul and find that one place you can focus on. Forget about the rest. It’s mind-over-matter. You were taught that in your Krav Maga training. Don’t be such a fucking pussy.

Colt glared at Quade. I didn’t expect that they would want to freeze my balls off in the process.

This is the only physical test you will have to endure. They want to test your inner strength, the control you have over your mind and body. If you fuck this up, I suggest we leave now. Because know this, my dear cousin: If you can’t get through the next few hours on this mountain, you’re not strong enough for what’s coming. Why did you decide to go to this extreme, Colt?

A vision of his golden-haired wife with her arms wrapped protectively around their son filled his mind. He took a deep breath and focused on that vision.

I came here because I want to be the man I used to be. The man, Ceejay fell in love with. The man she trusts to care for her and be a good father to our child.

Quade didn’t have to say another word. He watched silently as Colt took the jacket off and threw it to the side. He drew a deep breath, shrugged his broad shoulders, and walked to the protruding rock that stood out above the cliff. He looked out over the nothingness that laughed up at him from below. They were so high in the mountains that ribbons of low clouds filled the emptiness, camouflaging the thousands of feet between him and the valley below. The tips of his boots hung over the edge where he stood.

Colt sucked in a deep breath. Bending his legs into a squat, he picked up two heavy rocks. The strain to lift them above his head was etched in the straight line of his mouth.

He didn’t move from that position for the rest of the day. Quade covered and heated him up at regular intervals, staving off the danger of hyperthermia.

The monks carried him on a stretcher back to the compound as the sun slowly gave way to the darkness.

He did good, my friend, Quade. His mind is focused. Now, we can begin.

Colt registered what the old monk said but was too cold to care. His arms and legs throbbed painfully from the hours of strain. The layers of blankets did nothing to heat up his cold body that was shaking uncontrollably. He could swear even his hair was frozen.

Colt came close to giving up a few times over the following months, but then he would see his beautiful wife smiling at him through her tears where she’d stood on the porch, waving him goodbye. The words she’d whispered against his lips, were his guidance.

I will wait for you, my love.

Chapter One

Anacapri—Capri Island, Italy—3 Months later

Who do you think you’re talking to, sub?

The question boomed over the screams that were a cacophony of pain, pleasure, and excitement. Nolan watched the petite redhead shrink back from the bulk of a man who had caught a tuft of the luxurious tresses in his hand.

Ooow! Lemme go! Her cry was barely discernible above the noise in the huge room.

Nolan shook his head. He had to force himself not to move and assist the sub who had clearly bitten off more than she could chew. The tight mini skirt that accentuated the rounded hips and cute curve of her ass, triggered a picture of Storm—the vivacious white-haired sub who he’d scened with on and off at his club. He sighed in remembrance of their last encounter that had ended in the most satisfying sex he’d experienced for quite some time.

Nolan was co-owner of Club Wicked Cove, an exclusive underground BDSM club in Jacksonville, Texas. The club catered for the selected few who yearned for privacy and secrecy while indulging in their secret fantasies. He glanced toward the struggling sub once more, cringing as the Dom yanked at her hair. He wasn’t used to such crude and deliberately hurtful actions. At their club, they banned anything hardcore or overly sadistic. Nolan preferred persuasion and teasing above harsh punishments, which was why he was one of the most liked Masters at the club.

Club Tiberian was situated at the southwestern tip of the Isle of Capri, on a high cliff overlooking the sea, neighbor to the great lighthouse of Punta Carena. Nolan had found the no holds barred BDSM club between the Mediterranean and the defensive walls built by the British years ago.

History describes Tiberius Caesar—a successful general—but otherwise defined by Pliny the Elder, as a dark and gloomy man, who had several villas in Capri. Club Tiberius’ origins may even date back from the musings of Suetonius’ book, Life of Tiberius, which indeed confirms that he was a depraved character who participated and watched others perform orgies to revive his flagging libido and soothe his depression by practicing, what may have been, a Roman form of BDSM.

The club was said to have been purposely situated on one of the twelve foundations of Tiberius' villas.

Nolan cringed at some of the scenes he had witnessed since he’d arrived. It was a hardcore club with sadists and masochists present in abundance.

His glance returned to the redhead who now cowered on her knees in front of the Dom who had yanked her down between his legs. The dark shade of her hair reminded him of the one woman he’d been craving for years.

But I fucked up with her and had to walk away.

The Dom snarled into her face while he unzipped his pants, Here we do not stand for such capricious behavior. Know what I mean, bitch? C-a-p-r-i-c-i-o-u-s, got that? Yes, I’m gonna fuck that out of you right now.

I’m not a dimwit, you stupid ass and you wouldn’t know whether I’m capricious or not, you cretinous, nescient birdbrain!

Nolan choked on his bourbon when he recognized the sultry, honey-smooth voice.

What the fuck was she doing here? In a BDSM club—a hardcore BDSM club for that matter.

He had never moved so fast as he did when she snarled and snapped with her teeth at the man’s cock aimed at her mouth. The Dom growled and yanked her head back viciously, laughing at her scream of pain. His hand drew back threateningly, the moment Nolan reached them.

Up to no good again, I see, my pet. What have you got yourself into now? Nolan made his voice deep and harsh as he glared down at her.

He came close to giving the game away and had to force back the broad smile at Jewel’s wide-eyed look of surprise and shock when their eyes caught. Jewel Flint was best friend to Ceejay, Colt Fargo’s wife, his partner in Club Wicked Cove in Jacksonville. Also, the one woman he’d been fantasizing over for years, believing she was as vanilla as they came.

I warned you not to wander about, sub. This club is very different than the ones you’re used to. It seems it’s time I take you under hand again. You have clearly forgotten the last whipping you received from me.

Jewel nearly choked, needing no reminder of the last whipping he’d given her. An erotic whipping that had resulted in the hottest and most satisfying sex she’d ever had with any other Dom. The first and only time a scene of theirs had ended in sex. And Nolan Shaffer or rather, Master Wolf, hadn’t even known it had been with her.

With a warning glance at her, he turned to the angry Dom. I apologize for my sub’s disrespectful behavior. She has a tendency to get into trouble, he said with a slight grimace as he shrugged his shoulders. She’s unfamiliar with the club rules here.

That’s no excuse. She insulted me and as a sub, she should know that’s unacceptable behavior, no matter where she is.

I’m right here—, Jewel growled, and then shrieked in surprise at the painful pinch from Nolan to shut her up. She rubbed the spot on her buttocks, knowing it would leave a blue mark on her soft cheek.

Of course. I will see to it immediately and—

No. She insulted me. I will discipline her.

Nolan rose to his full height. He stared down at the Dom, who although muscled and bulky, was more than a hand shorter than him.

Do not insult me, sir. I’m her Dom and no matter what the rules of this club are, it doesn’t change that fact. Her pleasure and punishments belong to me alone.

Then show me her mark of ownership.

Jewel froze but didn’t dare glance at Nolan when he uttered a soft curse. They should’ve known the obnoxious man would demand some sort of proof. They were unknown at the club and she’d insulted one of their senior Doms.

Nolan reached for the white gold chain around Jewels neck. She grabbed at it, clamping her hand around it when he began to pull it from between her breasts. She shook her head frantically.

Oh crap! If he sees this, I’m in deep trouble.

Let go, sub, the subtle warning in his voice loosened her hand around the chain. She lowered her eyes, waiting for the eruption.

It never came. His body had turned to a statue.

Jewel, care to—

Well? We’re all waiting with anticipation, the Dom barked from behind them.

Jewel bit her lip as Nolan’s fingers clasped her chin, tilting her head back.

Eyes, sub.

The familiar dulcet-toned voice of Master Wolf overwhelmed her defenses and coaxed her submissive persona to immediate obedience. Her eyes rose to meet his. The gray eyes, usually a warm silver, suddenly had the lustrous color of a polished shard of metal. Jewel stared in fascination at the pristine sclera that surrounded them. She had always thought that his eyes portrayed his most sincere emotions. Now, they swirled with fragments of black onyx, coruscated with the cold, emotionless color of the last ashes of a fire, tossed up in the breeze. It was the first time since they’d met that she felt fear shudder through her body.

"You’re wasting time. Fammi vedere," the Dom snapped, reaching for Jewel’s arm with the intention to yank her from Nolan’s grasp.

Nolan caught his fist without taking his eyes off Jewel. The Dom growled when he couldn’t get his hand loose from the iron tight hold.

I’ve warned you not to touch my sub again.

You’re lying, sir. She isn’t your sub, and you interfered in a punishment.

She’s wearing my signet ring. I gave it to her on the day we signed our D/s agreement.

Jewel felt heat suffusing her cheeks. She’d been wearing his ring between her breasts for the past six months. Since the night he’d punished her for sassing him in public. He’d removed the ring to finger-fuck her simultaneously in her ass and pussy, on the edge of the bar until she’d begged for mercy. He’d laughed and carried on until she lost complete control over her body when nonstop spasms of pleasure rocked her.

And what does the signet ring represent?

This time, Nolan allowed the Dom to snatch the chain from his hand.

It’s a family crest, with my own personal symbol of strength—The wolf.

The Dom grunted, slightly annoyed that Nolan could accurately identify the ring. He glanced at the sassy redhead. A thrill of expectation tingled his cock when he noticed the blush on the sub’s cheeks.

"It’s a pity you don’t have a copy of your D/s agreement with you. Just so that everyone here is assured of the authenticity of your claim. Identifying that ring—well—even I would have been able to do that. Maria, vai chiamare, Master Lucillus."

Jewel stepped back, deciding it was time to make an escape, but before she could take another step, Nolan snapped at her, Stop, sub. Get back here.

She stepped back against him, shivering at the scorching glower directed at her. Nolan didn’t bother to hide his irritation with the situation.

"On your knees, in the present position. If I hear so much as a squeak out of you, I’ll gag you. Is that clear?"

Yes, Sir, she said meekly, angry at herself for getting into trouble. She should’ve done a little more investigation into the club before she came here. But curiosity and maybe a little jealousy destroyed any common sense when she’d made that decision.

She leaned closer to Nolan and whispered, Why don’t we leave?

On your knees, sub, his deep voice spoke directly to the submissive in her and she sank to the floor. He called a club controller closer and asked for a ball gag at which Jewel immediately protested.

It’s not necessary. I’ll be—

I warned you and you should know by now that I never repeat an instruction, isn’t that right ... Storm?

It was the first reference to her status as a sub at Club Wicked Cove. Her mouth snapped shut. The status quo at the club was—masks. No one knew who the members were unless a couple agreed to unmask themselves in one of the private rooms. In the three years, she’d been going to the club, he’d never realized who she was because of the mask and wig she wore and the British accent she used while at the club.

Jewel was a lingerie designer and owned a shop in Jacksonville Texas. He’d been coming to her store regularly to buy gifts for his women, of whom there had been many. It annoyed her to no end because she’d secretly had a crush on him for years.

A year ago, she had given up on him ever noticing her, although he had scened with her now and then in the persona of Storm. It was his enormous popularity at Club Wicked Cove that engendered fierce competition among the subs to scene with him.

When her best friend, Ceejay Powell, had married his best friend, Colt Fargo, and partner at the club, she had found out who the powerful Master Wolf really was. She was floored. When his behavior toward her turned cold, she’d decided to walk away from him. Until he scened with her a month ago, and once again, blew her mind away completely.

Open.

The command was obeyed with no outward resistance other than a piercing glare directed at him while he tied the ball gag in place.

You seem to have forgotten all sub protocol, Jewel, or do you prefer the moniker, Storm?

She remained stubbornly silent but lowered her eyes when she caught the warning in his gaze. He fisted a clump of her hair and pulled her head back, waiting for her to raise her gaze.

I asked you a question, sub.

Srm, she garbled around the gag.

A smartly dressed man appeared next to the annoyed Dom.

Is there a problem, Master Rico? he asked with a questioning glance in his direction.

The Dom briefly explained what had happened, which drew his eyes to Nolan.

It seems Master Rico doubts your claim that this is your sub and demands to punish her himself. You on the other hand seem to be in control of the sub. Unfortunately, you must understand the dilemma I am in.

Nolan nodded but didn’t respond. Jewel lifted her head and he snapped at her, "I said present position, even while on your knees. Do not push me any further tonight, sub."

She muttered in protest but spread her knees apart and clasped her hands behind her back. She winced at the hardness of the clay floor digging into her knees.

Now, there is one way to ensure that Master Rico is pacified and seeing as you’re already in a D/s agreement with this sub, it shouldn’t be a problem.

Rico sneered at Nolan, relatively certain that he wasn’t going to like what’s coming.

Yes?

You sign another D/s agreement right here, witnessed by all. That way, no one can dispute your claim or your right to be the one to punish her.

Rico barked with laughter at which Jewel’s head snapped up. Nolan didn’t show any emotion. He surprised Jewel when he nodded without hesitation.

Very well.

"Splendid. Maria, do you have a copy with you? Ah, bene."

Master Lucillus handed two copies and a pen to Nolan. Please ensure that you complete her limit list as well. He glanced at Jewel with a small, twisted smile on his lips. Luckily, you know what those are, seeing as she’s on her knees and won’t be able to complete it.

Jewel didn’t dare protest and remained immobile, watching Nolan read through the contract. He made a few changes along the way. A shiver of unease shook her frame when he started on the limit list, glancing her