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She was just fucking perfect.
He groaned and unwrapped his arms from around her slender waist. There was a lot to take care of before he could think about resting, despite the fact his kitten had pretty much sucked his soul from his body along with his cum. His only priority now was taking care of her and making sure she didn't regret giving him control. It turned out his body reallydidn't want to be separated from her.
Easing out of her, Jasper stumbled a half-step and caught himself. Jesus, she'd really knocked him for six. He braced his hands on the edge of the bench until he got his balance and admonished himself for abstaining from sex for so long. Not just months, but years had passed since he last came in anything but his hand. As he stripped off the condom, he realized he'd been so determined to get inside her, he'd barely taken the time to unzip his jeans and shove them down his hips.
"Hope you know how fucking lucky you are, brother."
Jasper tied the condom and tossed it into the trashcan in the corner of the play area. Leaving his dick out, he moved over to his bag and dug out the baby wipes he kept in one of the side pockets, cleaned himself up and zipped his cock away. "You've never been much of a voyeur, Atticus. Get a good eyeful?"
Leaning against the wall, Atticus shrugged a massive shoulder. "If I was scoring your performance, I'd rate it a good nine out of ten. Better than your usual seven." He straightened, his gaze sweeping over Anarchy. "We could hear her screaming. Nothing new when it comes to your scenes, but thought I'd come check it out."
"Worried I was beating the crap out of her?" There was a touch of bitterness in his voice he couldn't control.
"Not quite. She's in love with you, J. Mindset like that means she's going to let you do just about anything if it makes you happy. Looks like I didn't have to worry—she can handle you, which is surprising. She's more of a masochist than she let on." Atticus wandered closer as Jasper tossed the wipes in the trash and grabbed some fresh ones. "She's perfect for you. Don't fuck her over again, brother; I might not be inclined to relinquish her a second time."
Jasper growled and turned his back on his friend. He stepped between the leg supports and ran his hand over her colorful ass before he picked up the pump connected to the plug still filling her back hole. Pressing the valve below the bulb of the pump, he heard air hiss through the pipe as the plug deflated. "I fucked up once. I don't intend to do it again. I had some shit to deal with."
"Hmm. Did you deal with it properly?"
He tugged the black silicon tube gently from Archie's ass and set it aside to bag for cleaning. With the utmost care, he tended to the swollen orifices, pleased she wasn't awake to fight him. She was going to be sore, and he'd rather she woke with the uncomfortable aspects of aftercare already taken care of. "Honestly? No. Tucked my tail between my legs and ran."
"Bullshit. Do you think I don't know your father abused you, Jasper?" Atticus kept his voice quiet, little more than a rumble. While there were scenes ongoing, many of them were drawing to a finish and members were milling about cleaning up areas and passing by. "Your sadism has a root cause, and it leads back to your family tree. Trained to be a killer, beaten into compliance, and used like a lab rat. I don't blame you for walking away from there, Jasper."
What the fuck? Jasper's head snapped up and around to glare at his friend. "Just because you know shit you shouldn't doesn't mean you can speak of it here. Especially not in front of Anarchy. I don't want her to know who and what I come from, do you understand me?"
Atticus lifted his hands. "I'll leave that to you. Might be worth telling her some of your past in case it comes back to bite you on the ass, J. She's not going to dump you if she finds out your asshole parents were running a goddamn science lab in their fucking house."
That wasn't the issue. Fuming, Jasper slashed his hand in the air to cut the conversation off. He didn't want to tarnish any of her innocence with the knowledge of what had been done to him. He'd built himself a new life and he'd made a fucking decision just a couple days ago to not open the door to that part of his life again. As far as he was concerned, the mansion in Virginia no longer existed, and neither did the animals who raised him. "If you want to be useful, Atticus, I need a sub blanket. If not, fuck off and let me look after my submissive."
"Stubborn fucker," Atticus muttered as he stomped away.
Jasper ground his teeth together and struggled to calm himself. He didn't need this shit moments after having the orgasm of his fucking life. Breathing deep, he finished cleaning up Anarchy and disposed of the wipes. When he came back to her, she was still passed out, drool forming a puddle under her cheek. "We've got more important things to worry about right now, haven't we, kitten? Need to get you warm and hydrated, make sure you don't crash after that scene."
He couldn't help but relive every buck and jolt of her body underneath his as he diligently removed each strap from her limbs, rubbing the soft flesh firmly. There were the faintest marks imprinted on her skin, with her wrists and ankles bearing the brunt of her struggles, but he was satisfied there'd be little—if any—bruising.
"Here." Atticus appeared by his side, quieter than a fucking ghost. For a man of his size, the asshole could infiltrate anywhere without detection. Jasper knew the signs of top-grade training when he saw it, and Atticus was a step above. "Get her wrapped up and into the pit. Connie's got you some water and chocolate for little bit. I've roped some disobedient subs into cleaning up here, much to their disgruntlement."
Jasper chuckled and accepted the ultra-soft sub blanket. Braun had bought one especially for Bodie, then caved in to demands once the other submissives touched the material. Bodie still had her own personal blanket, and the rest of the sub pool enjoyed the club ones. Perhaps he should consider buying Anarchy her own—now he'd been inside her, he'd be fucking her as often as physically possible. He wanted her to have something soft and comforting to snuggle into during aftercare. "Who now?"
"Deedee and Lydia. Deedee thought she could top her Dom from the bottom this evening, and Lydia got into a catfight over one of the new Dominants. Needless to say, he wasn't impressed she was trying to rip Tiffany's hair out by the roots."
The mention of Tiffany's name didn't make his heart skip so much as a beat. He liked the woman, they scened well together, but Anarchy had ruined him from the moment he saw her standing by the bar while her friends scattered at his approach. "Tiffany probably got off on it. She loves having her hair pulled. Sounds like both subs deserve domestic duties this evening."
"Lydia's accepted the punishment, but Deedee is standing strong on the I didn't do anything wrongdefense. Her Dom has a different opinion, and he wins." Atticus grinned and snagged a Ziplock bag from Jasper's stash, taking hold of the butt plug by the pump and dropping it inside.
"Between the two of them, this will take about two minutes to clean up. Not much of a punishment." Jasper spread the blanket over Anarchy's back, then gathered her up into his arms. He scowled when he discovered she weighed considerably less than he believed.
"Oh, this isn't the only station they've been assigned. They have allthe areas in here to clean before they leave tonight." Atticus tossed the bagged plug into the toy bag, gathered it and Jasper's discarded clothes in one hand. "With the added incentive of ginger plugs and ball gags, they'll hopefully learn their lesson on manners and club etiquette."
Jasper paused for a long moment, savoring the feel of Anarchy in his arms. He'd spent so long pushing her away, keeping her at arm's length, he’d never allowed himself to consider he'd ever be in this position. When she moaned and her head rolled into his shoulder, he ducked his head and kissed her crown. She'd given him a gift tonight, one she probably didn't even know she'd offered. "Shush, kitten. Just rest. I'm very proud of you."
Her eyelids fluttered but didn't open. She mumbled something incoherent, then snuffled.
"You look like you need something strong to drink. Scotch?"
Carrying her away from the play area, clutching her close, Jasper felt something he'd never experienced before in all his years as a Dominant. He was eagerto settle down in a chair and cuddle his kitten until she woke. There was an excitement in his blood that felt as though it could evolve into peace at any moment. Sure, he offered the basics to whichever sub he chose for the night, but with Anarchy...the basics just weren't good enough.
Yeah, he could do with a stiff drink right about now. "I'd appreciate it."
