Michaels, Skye - Calleigh's Collar [Le Club 1] (Siren Publishing Classic) Read Online Free Page B

Hurry up! You goofball!” she squealed.
    “Now, baby, I can’t hurry up when my cock is buried in the sweetest pussy in Ocala!” he whispered in her ear. “Just sit still and act like nothing is going on.”
    “I am going to get you for this,” she sighed as his cock twitched inside her, and she plastered a bland smile on her face. The couples from the parked cars crossed the square in front of the gazebo on their way to the restaurants on the other side. Robbie smiled and said, “Hi, lovely evening, isn’t it?” She slowly and almost imperceptibly rotated her hips, driving Mike to another climax as he tried to keep a straight face.
    “Isn’t that sweet, Earl? Such a cute young couple cuddling in the bandstand on a lovely evening!” the older lady said as she took her husband’s arm with a smile.
    “Yup, they’re just cute as bunnies, Mabel.” Earl turned back to Robbie and Mike as they passed and winked as he tipped his ball cap.
    People in this town are just so darn friendly. Robbie grinned delightedly.
    “Happy twentieth anniversary, Mrs. Hamilton,” he said, smiling broadly.
    “Happy twentieth anniversary, Mr. Hamilton.” She giggled back.
    “Hungry?” Mike asked as he raised her to her feet, and she stood on unsteady legs. He carefully pulled her skirt down over her bottom.
    “Yes, but did you tuck that bad boy back in your jeans, or is he swinging in the breeze?” she asked with a saucy grin and a glance at his crotch.
    “I meant for dinner! But another round can be arranged if you’re up for it.”
    “You mean if you’re up for it!” She giggled. “Not a chance. Our next audience might come equipped with a squad car, whirling red and blue lights, and handcuffs. I don’t want to be hauled in for public lewdness!”
    In the Irish Pub, Robbie and Mike were seated in a corner booth in the rear. Robbie sat down and decorously crossed her legs and opened the menu. “Uncross those legs, sub,” he ordered with a growl in his low voice. “I want to enjoy my handiwork.” His talented fingers moved into her still-vibrating pussy under the cover of the tablecloth.
    “Yes, Master,” she hissed as she brought the menu up to cover her face as she came one more time. Isn’t life grand ? She sighed.

Chapter Eight

    “The members have voted seven to three that Ms. Roundtree is to be disciplined in the Playroom tomorrow night,” stated Anne Sutton, the manager of Le Club. “In the alternative, if she does not agree, they want to proceed with legal action, which I know would not be your preference. I think the fact that she was overheard talking to a member of the press, Ocala Country Life notwithstanding, really upset some applecarts.”
    “I had every intention of disciplining Ms. Roundtree for her lapse, but certainly not publicly. In my way and at a time determined by me. I am not comfortable with this,” Steele replied.
    “I was one of the three ‘no’ votes, of course, as I am sure Steele was. Who was the other?” Trent inquired.
    “Michael Hamilton also voted ‘no,’” Anne replied. The three were meeting in the administrative offices of the club on Friday afternoon. “Mistress Adrienne volunteered to administer the punishment if you are unwilling. She feels that you might not put enough effort into it. Of course, the ‘no more than ten strokes’ rule would apply no matter who the Dom is. ”
    “No way in hell. Calleigh’s my sub, and I will take care of it. Certainly no one else will touch her.” Steele was furious.
    “Certainly not Adrienne,” Trent exclaimed. “I wouldn’t be surprised if her subs had calluses on their butts! I do not know where she finds people who enjoy that level of discipline. I think she’s just this side of over the top.”
    “Maybe the other side of over the top. She is absolutely one of the more extreme members, that’s for sure,” Steele replied. “She has the ‘punishment’ part down pat, it’s the ‘reward’ part she doesn’t