Free Jackson [Wolfe Brothers 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) by Kaylee Feagans

waited for him to begin. “Suck me slow and easy,” he demanded before she closed her warm, wet lips around him. With painstaking slowness, she moved her mouth up and down on his cock while she swirled her tongue around the shaft and head. She moaned as one of his big hands fisted into her long hair and the other tugged on her hard nipple.
    He used that handful of hair to control her sucking motions. Gradually, he built up speed until he was fucking her face. He plunged in faster and faster, timing his thrusts with the way he plucked her nipple. He powered in one last time with both hands holding her head against his stomach as his seed shot down her throat.
    Onalee felt her air being cut off. She began to panic when she couldn’t get a breath through her nose, and she pushed against his pelvis. He pulled his cock out slowly then stuffed his still-hard cock into his pants.
    “Good job, sub,” he complimented her as he helped her to stand up. He picked up her leash and began to lead her around again. “I want you to wait right here. Do you understand me?” He pushed her down into a chair in front of a stage.
    “Yes, sir.” Does he have to treat me like a moron? she wondered, but bit her tongue to keep from voicing her complaint.
    “What do you want to drink? No alcohol,” he informed her.
    “I don’t drink alcohol, sir, so that isn’t a problem. Can I have a diet soda please?” She watched as a strange expression crossed his face but didn’t understand what it meant.
    “We’ll talk about that later, too.”
    “I’m in trouble because I don’t drink, sir?”
    “No, but I know that I’ve bought you drinks before—why didn’t you tell me that you didn’t drink? I wouldn’t have gotten angry with you.” Gently, he laid the leash down against her chest and brushed a chaste kiss on her head. “I’ll be right back.”

Chapter 10
     
    Onalee was sitting there watching the action on the stage when she was rudely interrupted. “Where is your Dom?” a towering hulk of a man asked her. The man looked attractive but gave off bad vibes. He had the coldest gray eyes she’d ever seen.
    “He went to get us something to drink.” She kept her voice soft and mellow.
    “Bullshit. He’d send his sub to get his drink.” He grabbed her leash and yanked her up. “Why don’t we play together, you little whore?”
    “Because I’m not interested in you, jackass!” Her fingers gripped the collar he was using to try to force her across the room.
    His fist knocked her on her ass. “Your Dom must suck. He should have taught you better respect.” He used a foot to nudge her over. “But don’t worry, bitch, I can help remedy the situation. Get your ass up!”
    Onalee curled herself into a ball as she tried to protect herself against this lunatic. The Dom didn’t like that either. She found herself hauled up onto her feet, and she quickly tried to scan the area. Where the hell was Jackson?
    “I think you need to be taught a lesson.” He pushed her away from the sitting area and toward a corner in the back of the dungeon. “I think I’ll hang you up on that cross over there and start your real training.”
    “Truly, that’s not necessary, and you need to get your hands off of me. My Dom is coming back and he’s going to be pissed.”
    “I’m sure he will when he finds out how his ungrateful sub treated a Master like me.”
    Onalee saw the coat check woman watching them not too far away. She mouthed “help” as he used his foot to push her before she fell down again. She refused to get up, hoping to buy some time before Jackson would come looking for her.
    “Get up, you fat, lazy bitch. I’m going to beat you harder if you keep embarrassing me like this.”
    “Bite me,” she murmured as she fought the urge to vomit. Jackson was never getting her down here again, she thought. If this was real BDSM, she wasn’t interested anymore. Damn, she was starting to really hurt.
    He kicked her hard in the