smacked the flogger against the outside of her thigh. Finally she stopped and looked at him. Perhaps telling him would just be easier and smarter. “This goes no farther than this office, Caelan, and I’m not joking. If you even whisper a word of this to another person, including your slave and I hear about it, I’ll revoke your membership without a qualm. Friendship or no friendship.”
He studied her for a moment. “Damn, it must be really serious.”
She nodded. “It is. If this gets out it will be detrimental to my business. Earlier someone tried to break into the club. They triggered both the silent alarm and an alarm here in the club. That’s why Jackson was here today. If any of the other members find out that there was a break in the club’s security, they’ll quit coming here.”
Caelan stared at her impassively for several moments. “Why wasn’t Jude here then? He’s your security adviser; he should’ve been the one handling this for you, not his partner. After all how well do you honestly know Jackson Levough? He’s a fairly new member. What’s he been coming to the club for … two years?”
Olivia gave a laugh. “Relax , bràthar . I know him better than you think. Remember when I was married for about two years after you left home?”
Caelan nodded, sadness creeping into his eyes. “Yeah, I always regret not being able to come back and meet your husband.”
“Well, Jackson is Claude’s nephew. I introduced him to the BDSM scene in Northern Ireland in the late nineties, long before Claude became ill. So it was only natural when he moved North with Jude for me to offer him a family membership. He’s one helluva a Dom, even if he wasn’t trained as we were by Master Alastar.”
Caelan raised a brow. “Then who trained him?”
A wicked smile crossed her mouth. “I did.”
“Ah hell.” As his eyes drifted shut with what she assumed was horror, she laughed outright.
“Why, you chauvinistic pig! I’m perfectly capable of training a Dom and you know it.”
Caelan’s eyes widened. “Moi?”
Smiling, she nodded. “But only in the best ways - as I’m sure Nisey would assure me.”
A smug look crossed his face and he got a far-away look in his eyes. “I would hope so.”
Great, now he’s got sex on his brain. “Get your mind out of the gutter, Caelan.”
“Why? It’s so much fun.” A sensual grin tugged at the corners of his mouth.
She shook her head in exasperation. “Incorrigible! Stop thinking about what you’re planning do to Nisey in a couple of hours and focus on the issue at hand. I don’t have all day, you know. So quit worrying about Jackson. He’s family and as such, I’d be careful about threatening him in the future. You think I’m a vindictive bitch, but Jackson can be bitchier than any man has the right to be. He’s like a god-damned junkyard dog bent on protecting his territory.”
Caelan had the audacity to laugh. “You mean you finally met another Dom that’s more stubborn than you are?”
Smirking broadly, she crossed her arms over her chest. “Could be.”
Another chuckle slid out of Caelan. “Fine. I’ll quit worrying about his motives. How does Jackson want you to play this attempted break-in?”
“Have a seat. I’ll show you the footage and go over Jackson’s plan of action.”
Caelan sat down behind her desk. When Olivia stepped up behind him, he put his hand over the hand she’d placed on his shoulder. “Thank you for telling me, Olivia. I know how hard it must have been.”
She smiled reluctantly at him. “Well, I couldn’t let you rat me out to Mum.”
* * * *
Jude looked up from his computer when Jackson stormed into his office. Raking his hands through his hair, he waited for his partner to unload on him. In all the time he’d been friends with Jackson, he’d come to know that particular look. Jackson was pissed beyond belief. He opened his mouth to ask what the hell was eating at him, when Jackson suddenly stopped in
He studied her for a moment. “Damn, it must be really serious.”
She nodded. “It is. If this gets out it will be detrimental to my business. Earlier someone tried to break into the club. They triggered both the silent alarm and an alarm here in the club. That’s why Jackson was here today. If any of the other members find out that there was a break in the club’s security, they’ll quit coming here.”
Caelan stared at her impassively for several moments. “Why wasn’t Jude here then? He’s your security adviser; he should’ve been the one handling this for you, not his partner. After all how well do you honestly know Jackson Levough? He’s a fairly new member. What’s he been coming to the club for … two years?”
Olivia gave a laugh. “Relax , bràthar . I know him better than you think. Remember when I was married for about two years after you left home?”
Caelan nodded, sadness creeping into his eyes. “Yeah, I always regret not being able to come back and meet your husband.”
“Well, Jackson is Claude’s nephew. I introduced him to the BDSM scene in Northern Ireland in the late nineties, long before Claude became ill. So it was only natural when he moved North with Jude for me to offer him a family membership. He’s one helluva a Dom, even if he wasn’t trained as we were by Master Alastar.”
Caelan raised a brow. “Then who trained him?”
A wicked smile crossed her mouth. “I did.”
“Ah hell.” As his eyes drifted shut with what she assumed was horror, she laughed outright.
“Why, you chauvinistic pig! I’m perfectly capable of training a Dom and you know it.”
Caelan’s eyes widened. “Moi?”
Smiling, she nodded. “But only in the best ways - as I’m sure Nisey would assure me.”
A smug look crossed his face and he got a far-away look in his eyes. “I would hope so.”
Great, now he’s got sex on his brain. “Get your mind out of the gutter, Caelan.”
“Why? It’s so much fun.” A sensual grin tugged at the corners of his mouth.
She shook her head in exasperation. “Incorrigible! Stop thinking about what you’re planning do to Nisey in a couple of hours and focus on the issue at hand. I don’t have all day, you know. So quit worrying about Jackson. He’s family and as such, I’d be careful about threatening him in the future. You think I’m a vindictive bitch, but Jackson can be bitchier than any man has the right to be. He’s like a god-damned junkyard dog bent on protecting his territory.”
Caelan had the audacity to laugh. “You mean you finally met another Dom that’s more stubborn than you are?”
Smirking broadly, she crossed her arms over her chest. “Could be.”
Another chuckle slid out of Caelan. “Fine. I’ll quit worrying about his motives. How does Jackson want you to play this attempted break-in?”
“Have a seat. I’ll show you the footage and go over Jackson’s plan of action.”
Caelan sat down behind her desk. When Olivia stepped up behind him, he put his hand over the hand she’d placed on his shoulder. “Thank you for telling me, Olivia. I know how hard it must have been.”
She smiled reluctantly at him. “Well, I couldn’t let you rat me out to Mum.”
* * * *
Jude looked up from his computer when Jackson stormed into his office. Raking his hands through his hair, he waited for his partner to unload on him. In all the time he’d been friends with Jackson, he’d come to know that particular look. Jackson was pissed beyond belief. He opened his mouth to ask what the hell was eating at him, when Jackson suddenly stopped in
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