Free Byron-4 by Kathi S. Barton Page A

sales—congratulations on that, by the way—it must be your family or a woman. You’re not bitching about your brothers like you normally do, even though I’ve asked several times tonight, so that leaves the woman. Who is she?”
    Was it a woman? Byron didn’t know, but one certainly was on his mind a great deal the last two weeks, especially today. The thought of Taylor coming to one of his clubs and wanting to play with him had his mind wandering at the oddest times.
    “Her name is Taylor. She was injured a few weeks ago in another club. Her taste in hard core is rough and I think she got in over her head. She was bit, and bad enough that she had to be hospitalized when it got infected. Damon said it was probably from a tooth infection. She’s incredibly beautiful, and I want her bad enough that others are just not good enough. She’s a good friend of my brother, Jamie. And she lives with him.”
    “Jesus, man! You don’t just have a problem. You have a bomb ready to detonate.
    You’re brother’s girlfriend is a Sub that you want to fuck that is into harder core than you are. Maybe you should just stay here; it’ll probably be safer for you.” Marc laughed.
    “Jamie said she’s just his friend, that there is nothing between them other than that.
    I believe him. As for harder core than me, I think not, my friend. I can still show her a thing or two about pain and pleasure.”
    Byron went back to his hotel room soon after that. His friend teased him a bit more, but their friendship was strong enough to take it. Besides, he wanted to go back to his computer and read what Bobby, his manager of “Tightly Bound,” had said about Taylor.

    Taylor had requested an invitation to check out the club and Bobby wanted to know how he should proceed. Byron wanted her to wait until he was home, which was still another week away, and told Bobby to do a complete background check, as usual. And to send her to the clinic to have the blood work done. He was also to send her the options sheet and tell her to bring it back in with her on Saturday night at seven o’clock.
    Byron was to arrive on Friday morning and figured after jet-lag, he would be ready for some fun with her.
    Byron was in the shower when he thought about how she had responded to his command at the event. She had even called him “master” without any prompting. His cock stiffened when he thought about her voice when she had said it, soft and submissive.
    Fisting his cock, he thought about how it would feel to have her tied before him, down on her knees and her hands behind her back. He would demand that she lick him, only the tip, and watch her tongue lap at him. Moving his hand along his shaft, he closed his eyes and could almost see her there. Running his thumb over the tip, he imagined her lips wrapped around him, her wet, hot mouth sucking him. He felt his balls tighten up and he reached down and squeezed them with his free hand, causing just enough pain that he moaned harshly. He would fuck her mouth, holding her head tight as he touched the back of her throat with is cock. Then before he exploded, he would bend her over his bench and ram his cock hard into her over and over until he came.
    His climax shot out of him; long streams of his cum hit the shower wall as he continued to jerk his cock as he imagined being buried deep into her pussy. When he was finished, he leaned against shower wall while his body became his own again and his heart began to calm down. Turning off the water, he smiled. Just six more days and this would be a reality, he thought.
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    “How many people have you found in the files that you know are deceased? I know you have more information than you told us, spill it. I can’t help you without that,” Devin asked.
    It was nearing one in the morning and Devin had started out with short, clipped questions. Now, while they were not as clipped, they were no less demanding. Maybe it was too nice-sounding to be a demand, but they