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  “Although Gustav wasn’t carrying anything when I saw him, so he may have already added the false folders and not found the ones he wanted to see,” added Brody.

  “Have you looked at the ones you haven’t done yet?”

  “I have. They’re all old,” said Roman.

  “I didn’t think of that.” Brody went back to his desk and thumbed though the folders quite slowly. Roman felt tension building inside him. Was there something important in there or not?

  Slowly Brody shook his head. “I don’t think so. They just look like all the other files I’ve been doing.”

  Roman went back and began flipping through them as well. But there was nothing unusual there. “It looks like it’s just that one.” He pointed to the one he’d handed her.

  “I’ll take this and give it to Josie myself.”

  “Thanks. I think that’s wise. And may we pick you up tonight at seven?”

  Her green eyes sparkled and her mouth turned up in a cheeky smile. He felt his own face responding. Damn, she was lovely when she smiled. Well, she was lovely all the time, but when her eyes sparkled like gemstones his dick was instantly harder than a rock.

  “That would be lovely, thank you. Should I wear a dress?”

  “Personally, I’d love to see you in a dress. But to be honest, what you’re wearing now is more than adequate. The club has a ‘neat black’ policy.”

  “Neat black? I haven’t heard that before but it’s easy to work out what it means. I’ll see you at seven then.”

  He bowed and stepped back. It seemed like an interminable wait for him, but he knew they had to give her some personal space. Besides, he and Brody should probably talk about what he’d seen in that file. And he couldn’t do it where they’d be overheard, which meant a trip to the university lawns was required.

  Suddenly he wondered who was watching the cathedral at noon these past few days. Strange. That had been an integral part of his life every day for years and he’d forgotten all about it in a few days. Then he shrugged. Likely whoever had done it when he and Brody had been home at the castle on their vacations was back on duty again. What he ought to be thinking about was tonight and his scene with Leonie and Brody. His very first true BDSM scene with the woman who would one day be his mate. Now that was exciting.

  * * * *

  Leonie was worried at the thought that Gustav Weber might be siphoning off some of the files from the conference room. She supposed she could stay in over the lunch break hour and just drink a mug of soup at her desk. At least that way no one could interfere with the folders. Sighing, she collected some folders and did a spot check of everyone’s work. As usual, all the students appeared to be doing a good job. Oh, sure there were a few typos and perhaps the occasional missed line in the reports, but by and large they were getting the bulk of the information into the database very quickly and with eighty-five percent accuracy or better.

  She picked up a completed file from the Russian student’s desk, grabbed her purse and the folder Roman had given her, and went looking for Josie. Josie shared an office with Steve. The first time Leonie had seen the office she’d been surprised that the Alpha’s mates would have such an ordinary room, but then she understood the psychology behind it. The Alpha had the prestigious room with space inside it for private meetings. His mates were there to support him with their work, not to share his reflected glory. They had earned their positions with their own efforts. It emphasized how smart the Alpha was. Instead of expecting everyone to welcome his mates as his mates, he let them demonstrate their value as people. Although she would still have allocated them a slightly bigger and better room.

  Leonie placed the folder on Steve’s desk then walked down to the reception area looking for Josie. She was often to be found on the reception desk, which was where she currently sat. It was a good position, Leonie supposed, in that it meant the woman knew who was coming and going in the building. What they really needed were a few more closed-circuit cameras. One facing the stairs and another facing the elevators, for example, would be adequate.

  Josie was on a call when Leonie arrived, so she stepped back a bit from the desk to give Josie some privacy until the call finished.

  “Hi, Leonie. Problems?” Josie glanced at the folder in Leonie’s hands.

  “Possibly. Gustav Weber came into the conference room while everyone was at lunch and was going through the folders on Roman and Brody’s trolley. This one had already been entered and has some interesting information in it which has been sent to the Alpha. But this afternoon the files Roman worked on were very old ones and the men wondered if Gustav had removed some folders, even though no one saw him doing that and he might be perfectly innocent. I just wanted you to know.”

  “We really need more security cameras but it seems wrong not to trust the Alpha’s own people. They have all sworn allegiance to him after all. Thanks for the heads-up though.”

  “Here, you’d need a camera facing the top of the stairs and another facing the elevator. But on the upper floors you’d only need one facing the elevator as everyone walking to the stairwell has to pass the elevator. That wouldn’t be too intrusive. It’s not like they’d be in anyone’s private office.”

  Josie stared at her. “That’s an excellent point. Thanks.”

  “Tomorrow I could bring in soup for lunch and stay at my desk. Would that help?”

  “I’d appreciate that. Just for a few days though. I’ll talk to the Alpha tonight and get something else in train for the future. And we’ll just have to hope nothing vital has already been stolen.”

  Leonie saw the way Josie’s lips thinned into a straight line and thought that if Gustav had taken some files he was headed for big trouble. She smiled at Josie, said good-bye, and walked across to the elevator to go home. Home for a shower and to put on a dress and look forward to an evening out with her men. Her first taste of BDSM—now that she really was looking forward to. But mingled with anticipation and excitement was worry about the werewolf shape-shifter pack she was working for. Was someone trying to depose the Alpha? Or to diminish the effectiveness of his control in some way? Had someone made an offer to Gustav, and possibly any number of other people, about future successes if they helped the opposition do something? Was this all about the decision as to who would be the next Supreme Alpha of Europe, Felix Pichler, the man whose funeral she’d attended? Or was it more personal? A desire to depose the Alpha of Vienna? He’d been brought in from America as the previous Supreme Alpha’s personal choice of successor as leader of the Vienna Pack, but that didn’t mean everyone wanted him. Although Josie had just said they’d all sworn allegiance to him.

  Ugh. It was all too hard and not really her business. She wasn’t a shape-shifter and this was only a job for a few months. But they were wonderful people who’d helped and supported her. And of course Brody and Roman’s lives were now mixed with this pack as well.

  Dammit she wouldn’t think about it. She’d think about her sex life. Her relationship. Her men. Yes. They were her men. Already she felt a complete connection with them. Would Roman tie her up with rope, or chains, or handcuffs? Would he whip her, or cane her, or flog her, or just spank her? And would they really give her four orgasms? Was she even capable of coming four times in one evening?

  Chapter Five

  Roman had considered hiring a car for the evening, but then had decided it was stupid really when they had motorcycles which could transport her, or if she was wearing a dress, they could use her car, or a taxi. And she was in a dress. A slinky dark green thing that made her eyes look bigger and greener than ever. He had to swallow hard when she opened her door, before he could speak. “You look stunning.”

  “Even better than that,” added Brody.

  “May we use your car, or should I call a taxi?” he asked.

  “My car is fine. Let’s not waste money unnecessarily.”

  Roman wasn’t sure whether to be relieved at her choice, or if he was being mean not paying for the ta
xi without commenting on it. But the fact was, he and Brody were students, dependent on their Alpha for funding. Sure, they were working at the moment, but it was an arrangement made between their Alpha and the Alpha of Vienna. Not a regular job for which they personally would receive a wage.

  Together they walked her down to the parking lot and he let Brody sit up front beside her and climbed into the backseat. He needed always to remember that as mates, he and Brody were equal partners with her. Or would be when she agreed to mate them. They hadn’t actually gotten quite that far yet. But just because he was the Dom and did more of the planning, especially in the bedroom, that did not make him a senior partner in the relationship. All were equal and he had to ensure he never took advantage of Brody’s innate good nature.

  He told Leonie the street name and district they were headed to and she began driving immediately. Of course, she’d grown up in Vienna so knew her way around likely better than they did.

  He wondered if she’d recognize the club when they arrived. Finding out if she was ready to play a full-on BDSM scene was very important to him. If she wasn’t, he was prepared to take things slowly and wait for her to adjust. But BDSM was such a part of him, such a part of the whole pack, that her willingness to at least give it a try was very special to him.

  Once they arrived at the club he showed her where to park, then took charge, leading them into the foyer of the building, and directing them to wait while he stood in line at the reception desk. It seemed there was no keycard to collect, but they were escorted to the dungeon by a staff member who pointed to a red buzzer high on the wall beside the door. “If you need a staff member press the buzzer twice. When you’re ready to go upstairs press it once and someone will come to show you to your room.”

  The dungeon was exactly as it had been when he’d seen it at lunchtime. A spanking bench and a St. Andrew’s Cross stood at one side of the room, there were chains against one wall, and a chest of drawers on the far side of the room. The drawers held more than enough toys for tonight’s scene. But first they had to prepare her ass. He wanted her anal muscles relaxed and ready for them so it would be sheer pleasure for her when they fucked her there, with no pain.

  “Undress, kneel, and wait for me in the center of the dungeon,” he ordered.

  Roman walked over to the chest of drawers and opened the top drawer to remove the items he’d mentally chosen earlier in the day. Condoms and lube, the largest size butt plug, heart-shaped nipple clamps, a vibrator, a paddle, and a whip. It was a three-foot, eight-plait signal whip that felt perfect in his hand.

  He took his shirt off and lay it on top of the chest, then flexed his arm muscles, ready to begin. Slowly he turned to face the room. Brody was kneeling facing him, his clothes an untidy pile over by the door. Leonie’s clothes were neatly folded next to Brody’s and she was just crossing the stone floor now.

  He waited until she was kneeling then said, “We’ll be using the traffic light system. From time to time I’ll ask you what color you feel. If you’re happy with the games and punishment you say, Green. If you’re okay with them right then, but unsure if you want anything more demanding, you say, Orange. You may say Red at any time, but if you call Red the entire scene will stop for the day. There’s no comeback from red. Do you understand, Leonie?”

  “Yes.”

  “From now on, when we are in the dungeon you call me Sir, or Master. Understand?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  “Stay where you are, Leonie, but you may watch. Brody, lean over the spanking bench.”

  Roman tucked the handle of the whip in his pocket, knowing Leonie would be looking at it, before following Brody to the bench. Brody was already in position so Roman buckled the leather straps around his wrists and ankles, then pulled the whip out of his pocked and cracked it dramatically through the air.

  He paced up and down the room, stomping his feet on the hard stone floor, before turning abruptly and whipping Brody’s ass three times. Roman stood still for a moment then whipped him twice more on the ass, followed by twice across the shoulders and once on each of Brody’s upper thighs. Now he paced up and down silently knowing Brody would sense his movement, possibly even catch a glimpse of him in his peripheral vision, and be waiting for the next stroke.

  Twice Roman stopped and cracked the whip, before continuing his pacing. When he thought he’d drawn out the tension as long as he could without risking it, decreasing instead of increasing, he whipped four hard strokes over Brody’s ass and another one on his shoulders then leaned over and unbuckled the leather restraints.

  “Stand against the wall. You may watch. Come here, Leonie.”

  He had no intention of whipping her nearly as hard or as often, but he’d deliberately chosen to punish her second so she would know what to expect and also because he wanted Brody involved in the next part of the scene.

  He waited as she climbed up on the spanking bench, noticing how deftly and gracefully she got into position. She was a very quick learner indeed. He made the straps firm against her skin, but left her a tiny bit of wiggle room in case she pulled back in surprise the first time he whipped her. He wanted her to experience the pure joy and release that came from being punished properly. Tonight had to be good for her or else she might never agree to another BDSM scene with them.

  Once again he stomped and paced and cracked his whip, then he laid two parallel strokes over her ass. He did his very best to be firm but not harsh. After he stood back there were two very pale pink lines on her skin. He’d gotten it right! He stomped some more then put two lighter strokes over her shoulders and one on each thigh. Finally he placed a slightly harder one on her ass.

  That would do for now. He took the whip back to the chest and returned with the tube of lube which he handed to Brody. “Prepare her ass,” he ordered.

  He watched Brody massage the lube all around her entry, then insert one finger inside her dark channel. He could hardly wait to fuck her there. He really wanted to know if she’d been fucked in the ass before, and if so, if she’d enjoyed it, but now wasn’t the time for that. He was in control. This was his dungeon, and he needed to keep the scene moving.

  He tucked the butt plug, still in its wrapping paper, into his pocket, then picked up a second tube of lube and stood beside the spanking bench. “Tonight I’m going to fuck your ass. When you come, it’ll be the hardest climax you’ve ever had, because you’ll be so ready for me and so desperate for a good fucking.”

  He kept watch on Brody and when he could see three fingers inside her and he knew her tissues were relaxed he said, “Now Brody, fist her ass, give her a taste of how good tonight will be.”

  Brody seemed a little hesitant but very soon his knuckles were inside Leone’s butt, then his hand was pumping in and out of her, his gaze fixed on what he was doing. Roman smiled at Brody’s enormously engorged cock bobbing with his movements. This was arousing Brody every bit as much as it was arousing Leonie, but right now Leonie was the only one going to climax.

  Silently he unwrapped the butt plug and coated it with lube. Likely she’d be much too relaxed after her orgasm to need the lube, but he put it on anyway. As soon as she shattered, Brody removed his hand, petting her skin, stroking her back, soothing her. Roman handed him the butt plug and it slid easily inside her. Roman bent and undid the leather straps restraining her to the spanking bench, and said, “Both of you, stand in the middle of the room.”

  He left the wrappers on the chest and collected the vibrator and the nipple clamps. Roman held the vibrator up and showed it to Leonie. “Spread your legs.”

  When she did so he crossed to her, kneeled down, turned it to the slowest speed, and played it over her nether lips and her clit. He flicked the switch to the top speed and let it rest on her clit until she closed her eyes, then he turned it off and gently slid it inside her. Next he sucked one of her nipples into his mouth then attached the nipple clip, before repeating his actions with her other nipple.

  “What color
are you, Leonie?” he asked.

  She smiled. “Green.”

  Excellent!

  “Get dressed now, both of you, and we’ll go into the club.”

  When they were all ready, he buzzed for the staff member to collect them, and said, “I’ve booked a booth in the restaurant. We’d like to eat now, please.”

  The booth was semiprivate, but Roman had no intention of speaking about anything secret there. However, once they were seated and waiting for their meal, he lowered his voice and said, “What did you think of the dungeon?”

  She grinned at him. “Exhilarating.”

  Over their meal they talked about foods they’d eaten, places they’d visited, vacations they’d shared, and about their studies and what they hoped from their future. In fact, it was the most ordinary of conversations, but Roman also felt it was very special. They were growing to know each other like normal people. Not like Dom and subs, or wolves and human, but just as people who were interested in each other.

  Brody raised an eyebrow to him and tipped his head very slightly to the dance floor. Roman nodded. Yes, Brody holding Leonie in his arms and dancing with her was part of his plan.

  “Dance with me, Leonie. That dress is too pretty to hide away here in a booth,” said Brody.

  Leonie looked at him and he smiled and nodded, but once they’d left he pulled the controller for the vibrator out of his pocket. He waited a little while until Brody was holding her and they were talking to each other, then he turned the vibrator onto its lowest speed. He gave her a minute to get used to that, then turned it up to the top speed and left it there. He called the server over and ordered coffee for them all, wondering how long the two of them would manage, or even if she’d climax right there on the dance floor.

  After a few more minutes he turned it off, still watching them. They’d pretty much stopped dancing while it was vibrating but now they began to dance again. Well, that was interesting. She was no pathetic princess, that was certain. She’d weathered the erotic sensations and come out the other side with her dignity intact. That was well-done indeed.