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The Farthest Edge (Honey #2)(4)
Author: Kristen Ashley

The few times he’d watched that DVD, Branch had always avoided looking at her face when she came.

Alone in his living room, the night still on Phoenix, he finally allowed himself to look at her face, that unbelievably pretty face surrounded by all that dark, curly hair.

Then he turned off the DVD.

He hauled himself up and switched out the DVDs, went back to his couch and started her up.

As an exercise in control, he juxtaposed the retribution he’d doled out over the visuals he was currently seeing.

Branch had no idea what caused it. No one did. The sub had been servicing his Mistress—by that time exclusively—for seven months. They were an item, even outside the BDSM club they belonged to, Aryas’s club, the Honey. They were liked, both together and separate. Members were talking about them moving in together. Maybe a wedding in the future.

It could be the guy couldn’t come to terms with the fact he liked a real cock moving up his ass, even if he’d requested it his own damned self. It could be he wasn’t big on licking up his own cum from the floor, even if the Dom he’d requested was known as a ball-buster, and in that particular Dom’s case, that was literal. Not to mention, the asshole could have just used his safe word and all would stop. It could be he didn’t like his woman being eaten out right in front of his face, and witnessing how much she liked it, even if he’d set that shit up his damned self too.

It could be something that had nothing to do with his kink.

But the facts of the matter were, he’d snapped, he’d done it during a scene, after he’d slammed her against a wall and dazed her, he’d wedged a bench under the door making it difficult for security to break in.

And then he’d gone apeshit and in the limited time he did have (because it might have been difficult to get in, but Aryas didn’t fuck around with security, so they didn’t fuck around getting in), he beat the fucking crap out of her.

Branch fast-forwarded again and saw the Honey’s Queen Bee Dominatrix, Amélie Strand, holding her and cooing to her, as well as some sub he didn’t know, who was a nurse practitioner in the real world, tending to her while Branch stood with Aryas across the room, getting his orders.

The sub by then had been hauled away.

She hadn’t even looked at him.

He’d looked at her.

And when he had, not yet even having seen that very tape, just seeing the results on her face, he’d felt the first feeling he’d felt since Rob had died in his arms, after which all emotion fled and he’d gone cold inside.

Dead.

His only drive being vengeance.

And that feeling was fury.

He stopped the DVD, got up again and switched it out to the one with Aryas’s handwriting on it.

He went back to his couch, took a breath in through his nose and turned on the DVD.

It was Amélie’s pad. He knew it, even though what was being filmed had to be long ago since the woman who was on the screen had totally checked out.

Branch knew she was in Amélie’s house because he’d been to the place, now that his friend Olly lived in it with Leigh.

She was standing by the floor-to-ceiling windows, the lights of Phoenix at night behind her spread out along the Valley, seeing as Leigh’s place sat snug to the south side of Camelback Mountain.

She was in a little black dress, seriously high-heeled fuck-me sandals, the fingers of her small, delicate hand wrapped around a wineglass, the tips long and painted dark red.

She was petite. Maybe five-two. In those heels, he’d still tower over her. She was curvy. Fuck, lots of curves, everywhere. She even had a little belly that was so fucking sweet, he almost had to turn his eyes away.

And that hair. Dark, nearly black. And curly. Those thick, abundant, twisted, amazing, wild-ass curls no implement could tame, and thank God for that. They surrounded her head, fell in her eyes, bounced on her shoulders, tumbled down her back.

As the camera got closer to her, she turned her cute face with her perfect skin and brilliant blue eyes to it and smiled, little white teeth showing through the reddest, sexiest lipstick he’d ever seen.

Her makeup perfect.

Everything about her …

Perfect.

“You’re a goof.” Her voice sounded on the video, oddly low and sultry when she looked like the spunky high school cheerleader every guy was dying to fuck, her eyes sparkling at the camera.

“Be good and say hi to Sixx,” Aryas ordered off camera. “She’s missing us.”

She turned her head slightly and looked out the sides of her eyes and gone was the spunky high school cheerleader.

She was just the woman every guy was dying to fuck.

“I’m never good, Ary,” she said in that sexy fucking voice. “You know that.”

“Then blow her a kiss,” Aryas demanded.

Without delay, she lifted her hand and did just that.

Then she winked.

Branch’s dick got instantly hard.

The visual of Evangeline Brooks cut away and a selfie video of Aryas Weather’s big, black, bald head with his thick black beard filled the screen.

“You say no to that, brother, you’re a lost fuckin’ cause,” he declared.

Then the screen went black.

Branch turned off the TV, tossed his remote aside and pulled out his phone.

He engaged it, went to his contacts and hit the button.

“It’s just after four in the morning. You better wanna play, slave,” Whitney spat as greeting.

“Get over here,” he ordered and hung up.

She didn’t waste time. For a shot at him, the bitch never did.

He opened the door to her and saw she’d brought a bag with her.

That was good. He didn’t have his own toys.

He also didn’t want to be surprised with what he got.

He needed it.

He moved away from her, barely looking at her, and headed to the couch, taking off his clothes as he went and making a point, like always, even if there was nothing to see, that that room was the only room in his place she’d be seeing.

He heard the bag drop on the sectional and only turned back to her when he was naked.

“You don’t use lube, I’ll break your neck,” he told her calmly.

Her eyes flared.

She was very pretty. She had a great body, in the way every magazine, movie and TV show wanted you to believe.

For his tastes, she was too tall.

And too thin.

And she had fake tits, which sucked.

Since she rarely let him touch them, it didn’t much matter.

He let her tie his hands behind his back with rough rope in a knot he could get out of in about four seconds, if he’d wanted to. He also let her gag him, shoving a small scarf into his mouth before tying another one around his head to hold it in.

She’d then taken his ass with a huge cock while he was on his knees in the seat of his couch, his face shoved into the seat cushions, his arms bound behind his back.

She’d used lube, thankfully. Sometimes she didn’t bother, which meant Branch had to expend the effort to break the scene, break his bonds and get up in her shit.

But he’d shot his load not feeling her fuck him while smacking his thigh (Jesus, totally uninspired, but that was Whitney).

No.

He’d come, hot and hard, closing his eyes and remembering Evangeline Brooks blowing a kiss.

Half an hour later …

“Yo, brother,” Aryas answered Branch’s call. “It’s early. What the fuck?”

“Brooks,” Branch replied. “Set up a meet.”

“Sweet,” Aryas whispered, no longer sounding perturbed, now sounding pleased.

Branch hung up.

And before he could think about it—or think better of it—he hit his bed and went to sleep.

two

I’ll Still Get Him

EVANGELINE

It was broad daylight when Evangeline walked up to the Bee’s Honey, which was weird. Except for her interview to be a member years ago, she’d never been there in daylight.

It was actually just weird for her to be there at all.

It had been months.

But when Aryas had called her two days ago, asking to see her, telling her he had something important to discuss, she knew it was time.

Long since time.

She’d not only been avoiding the club, she’d been avoiding everyone in it and that was stupid.

   
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