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  Sarasota Revenge

  Level 69 Trilogy Book 2

  By

  Talyn Scott

  Table of Contents

  One

  Two

  Three

  Four

  Five

  Six

  Seven

  Eight

  Nine

  Ten

  Eleven

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  Chapter 1

  Avery couldn't believe he was inside Tower Amore, deigning to enter Level 69 on the heels of his disastrous dealing with his former mistress, Marla Fallcioni. When the elevator doors closed, sex and cigars seeped through the secretive side panel door. The same as last time, he hesitated when it slid open in welcome. Running his hands over his blue-black whiskers he hadn't taken the time to trim properly, he realized he was sporting more of a beard than a sexy scruff. But his energy was waning, which happened on occasion. What was worse than his physical pain was his mental agony. Isolation hadn't knocked on his mental doors in so long, that he was shocked when it slammed through him. This loneliness was something he couldn’t deal with another day.

  "Come in, the water's nice."

  Avery stepped into Level 69, running his eyes over the busty brunette. Considering her striking looks, nothing stirred for her inside his pants. Oh, he had it bad for Payton Calloway. Bad wasn't even the word. Had he truly fallen in love as he suspected from nearly the beginning? "Lovely, find another Master." He gritted his teeth when the brunette wrapped her fingers around his scarred arm, the flesh beneath his long sleeve particularly sensitive tonight. When he pulled away from her, she pouted her red lips.

  "I'm told you enjoy a slave who obeys with complete submission."

  He did, but then Avery had met Payton. "You should be careful of your choices, Lovely.” He skirted her, heading for Julian's office. "No true slave trembles the way you do."

  As he walked, Avery studied his reflection in the mirrored walls. Often, he’d speculated what Payton had thought at her first glimpse of his scars. Lately, he’d contemplated what Payton had thought after he explained he couldn't penetrate her with more than his tongue, his fingers, and various sexual implements. However, all had seemed well after her brief and soft introduction to his dominance. It’s not as though he exactly scared her away, so he was left wondering what was going through her gorgeous head. Gritting his teeth against his pain, he rapped on Julian’s door. If anything, tonight, he was determined to check one thing off Payton’s worry list. This was the least he could do for her. Then, she’d better get ready, because he was coming after her for the last time, and Avery and Dylan wouldn’t be satisfied with less than marriage.

  From the right, Evan called to him. He paused, dropping his hands to his sides. "I thought you were working at your club tonight," Avery said in way of greeting. Three years ago, Evan had invested solely into a dance club featuring up and rising musical talent. "Here to blow of steam?"

  "Yeah, an aching dick's a bitch.” His dark hair falling across his forehead as he loosened his tie, Evan flicked open his top three buttons. "But you've known that for years."

  If they'd been anywhere private, Avery would have knocked Evan's teeth out of his pretty boy face one by one. "I'm sure you understand my mood is conducive for a fight.” Most his cousins and stepbrothers had smartly avoided him the past few days, during Payton's self-appointed absence. "Just make sure that's what you want from me, and I'll gladly oblige."

  "I'd rather you oblige by allowing me to take your assistant."

  "You're not touching Miss Lange,” Avery warned for the umpteenth time. “She's the best assistant I've ever had.”

  “A, she’s so fucking hot that I’m a walking hard-on, whenever I’m stuck at the office.”

  “Stop breathing down her neck."

  "Who knows?” Evan pressed, glancing at his watch. “I might fall for her the way you've fallen for Payton."

  "Right and I bought a pink unicorn yesterday.” He reached for Julian's door again, knocking.

  "Smartass."

  "I'd choose a smartass over a dumbass any day," Julian said from behind them. His smile dropped, when he took in Avery. "You need to talk, A? Or work it out in a private room?” Julian placed a careful hand on his shoulder. Somehow, he always knew when Avery's scars pained him. Possibly, he also knew this pain ran deeper than scars.

  "I'm here to find Trey or Drake, preferably both."

  "You think Crimson Beauty is staying away from you because of the firehouse?" Evan asked in disbelief. “Ouch.”

  “It’s not your problem.”

  Evan continued to shoot off his mouth, “If that's the case, as beautiful as she is, then she's not worth it."

  Avery slammed his chest against Evan's, their hearts pounding between them. "Don't tell me what she's worth," he hissed, his scars afire, the searing agony nearly blinding him. "You have no fucking idea what she's worth to Dylan and me!"

  Julian placed one arm between them, his green eyes widening. "Don't do this, not here. Family business stays with family. This is no one else's concern."

  Avery stepped back, sensing the heat of onlookers taking in their angry exchange. In their family, privacy was a rare commodity and he’d forgotten himself quite easily to the tune of Payton Calloway. "Just tell me if Trey or Drake is here. Neither will answer his phone."

  "Follow me," Julian said quietly, tunneling his golden hair with his fingers. "You, too, Evan.” He headed toward the corridor leading to private rooms, his broad back clad in a long-sleeved cotton shirt, the black in sharp contrast to his pale features. Women perked up when the three of them passed, hoping to be chosen. "I have a Lovely-in-training waiting in our private room, which is, incidentally, where Trey and Drake are also waiting."

  Swiftly the trio made their way to a door at the end of the hall. Julian opened it, exposing a completely naked woman kneeling between Drake and Trey. Julian tapped her sandy-colored head gently with his fingers, twining her curls around his fingertips. “What a beautiful sight.”

  Drake and Trey moved back as Julian unfastened his pants, pulling out his cock. “Hands behind your neck. Perfect. Clasp your fingers.”

  Evan growled low in his throat. “I love how that poise pushes up her breasts.”

  Julian brushed her lips with the dampened tip of his cockhead, back and forth. Eagerly, she parted t
hose lush lips, pulling his velvet-on-steel length into her wet mouth. Her jaw working him ruthlessly, Julian hissed between his teeth. “Easy. Start me slowly, and then build up, just the way I taught you.” She released him with an audible pop, inhaled deeply to steady her breathing, and attempted squeezing her thighs together.

  “Evan,” Julian prodded. Evan picked the smallest paddle from the wall, twirled the handle in his hand, and popped each of her cheeks three times. She shuddered, her head going back a moment, but she kept her hands clasped around the back of her neck. “You will keep your knees shoulder width apart when sucking my cock. Next punishment earned won’t be so easy.” She opened her mouth, but he stopped her, “You will not address me now.” He gripped his cock at the base, giving it a squeeze before prodding her mouth. The Lovely sucked his full erection slowly, all the way, until his leathery balls touched her trembling chin. This was no small feat; Julian was hung. A small tear streamed her face as she fought her gag reflex, but she stayed steadfast, working her tongue on the extra skin beneath his cock beautifully.

  Avery swallowed roughly, wishing Payton could take him in her plush mouth, moving her tongue in his slit, drinking him as he gave her everything he had.

  Almost savagely, Julian picked up his pace, unable to resist The Lovely’s charms. “Oh, the way you’re suckling me in your damp hotness is undoing me quickly. Watch her, Evan.” He groaned. “Watch what you’re missing.”

  Evan circled them. “I’m not going to miss it for long, but I’m aiming to claim another avenue.” He trailed his finger over her straining cheek. “She’s stretching to take you in, Julian.” He clutched his crotch, squeezing his bulge. “Such devotion is hard to find.”

  In a teeming rhythm, his balls tightened beneath the base of his cock as Julian reached the pinnacle of his pleasure. Evan secured the Lovely’s shoulders, keeping her body from tumbling forward. “You’re doing wonderful.” Her lips tightened around Julian’s dick at Evan’s praise. “Swallow every drop. That’s it.” Madly sucking, she hummed at his taste. “Oh, your thirst is hot.” Evan moved one supporting hand and cupped her chin. “See how you’re pleasing your Dom?”

  Two short cries, and Julian emptied into her throat, his body shivering in jerking spasms. “Mmm,” he released a slow groan on a final, rougher stroke. “Damn, you’ve nearly exhausted my cock.” He eased back, putting his softening erection away, before he offered his open hand for her to take. “Stand.”

  She obeyed, keeping her head slightly downturned as he steadied her. Her breasts were nearly non-existent, and her hips were larger than what most would consider fashionable. This meant she was perfect for Julian’s club. Most women with her pear-shaped figure wouldn’t dare to enter Level 69, stupidly thinking future Masters wouldn’t want their so-called disproportioned body styles. They couldn’t be farther from the truth. This misconception generated continual problems for Julian, since he couldn’t precisely match his clienteles’ needs to his available Lovelys.

  Evan snatched a velvet box off a chest, flicking it open. “You’ve earned this, I’m sure.”

  “Yes, she has.” Julian took the jewel-studded collar from Evan, studying her face. As Central Master to all Lovelys-in-training, Julian treated each woman with the respect she deserved, made each feel incredibly special by touch, praise, and discipline. Most times, the subs eventually worked out with their new Masters, choosing from an array of ardent dominants - but not always. Several women grew to love Julian Easton for what he did to them, for what he made them feel. Avery couldn’t help but notice that this lifestyle was wearing on Julian. That the pleasure Julian derived from mastering each submissive had become his burden. “Sapphires to match your eyes,” Julian said, fastening the collar around her throat. “I am the only one who removes your collar. Repeat my command, Lovely.”

  With a slightly trembling voice, she echoed, “Only you can remove my collar, Master.”

  Tapping her nose lightly, he shook his head no. “You are not permitted to call me Master, until I’ve completely mastered you. Correction, please.”

  “O-only you can remove my collar, Sir.”

  Smiling at her, he clutched the short curls at her nape, easing back her head. For long seconds, he stared down at her. “Stay with me,” he instructed. “When I want you to look into my eyes, you will look into my eyes until I drop my stare.” His green eyes dark and intense, Julian leaned down and kissed the corner of her mouth. “We’ll work on that. Insecurities have no place in my playroom.” He dropped his hand from her hair and traced the pads of his fingers down her spine. Her skin pebbled in Julian’s wake. “Are you swollen between your legs, aching for me?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Evan stepped behind her, wrapping his hands around her generous waist, his fingers flicking over her rounded hips. “Julian, have you trained her ass?” The Lovely tensed noticeably at his words.

  “She’s getting there, E.” She grew tensor and Julian chastised, “You will become accustomed to other dominants touching you, while in front of me or possibly in front of others.” He gestured to Trey, Drake, and Avery. Thankfully, she didn’t spot Avery checking his texts from Dylan.

  Julian flattened his hand on her lower stomach, pressing her ass against Evan’s straining bulge. “Rub your sweet cheeks on Evan. Show him how you want his fingers in your ass, checking your progress.”

  Tentatively, she wiggled against Evan, though blatantly unsure of herself. Julian took her small, peach-colored nipples with his fingers, rolling the tips until they stood long and proud for his mouth. “More,” he demanded against the left one, wrapping his lips around the peak. She squirmed against Evan’s iron length still concealed in his pants, fisting her hands at her sides so she wouldn’t pull Julian’s hair. Julian yanked her opposite nipple, causing her to jump, and bit the one inside his mouth. “Never hide your sounds of pleasure from me,” he warned, raising his head until he stared sternly down at her. “I want to hear each gasp, each cry of pleasure. How else will I learn to play with you properly?” Julian tugged her collar gently, taking her mouth with his in a kiss of ownership.

  “Hand me the lube, A,” Evan requested.

  This scene wasn’t helping Avery’s mood. As he reached in a drawer and lifted a new tube of lubricant for Evan, his mind wandered to Payton’s luscious ass during the time he’d inserted a thin butt plug and had longed to replace it with his too-thick cock. But even if he somehow found the courage to show her how the flames of a roaring fire had truly destroyed nearly every inch of his body, Avery couldn’t hurt Payton with the sheer size of him. The scars had not only destroyed his skin, but had added girth where he didn’t need it, making him too wide for women to take. Years upon years he’d suffered this.

  He pitched the tube to Evan, noticing he wasn’t the only one in the room sporting a softy. Trey and Drake weren’t pitching any major tents below their belts, either. Maybe he wasn’t the only one thinking of another, wishing he were holding the woman he loved.

  The Lovely moaned when Julian began stroking her soaked labia, right as Evan curled a freshly lubricated finger between the globes of her ass. Julian threaded her beautiful opening with two fingers, reaching for that exquisitely sensitive spot high inside her.

  Both moved their hands in unison, slowly, steadily. Training was an act of patience for all parties involved. Her head lolled back on Evan’s shoulder, her eyes squeezing shut as the first tremor gripped her.

  “Steady,” Julian demanded. “Hold your orgasm, until I take it from you.”

  “Ah,” she groaned, her legs stiffening before the first wave of release rolled over her. “I can’t s-stop it.”

  Avery hoped the Lovely knew what she was in for, since Evan was thoroughly pissed over Avery refusing him his personal assistant. When Evan was pissed off and horny, he was nearly insatiable and kept a low-threshold for handing out punishment.

  Evan circled his wrist and inserted another finger to stretch her fleshy ass. Julian held her throug
h her orgasm, whispering quietly against her ear, though Avery couldn’t make out what he was saying. Not that he cared. He shot another text to Dylan, asking him where he was heading. He only hoped Dylan could last another day without hassling Payton. They’d agreed to ease off her a while. To give her some space since she wasn’t returning their phone calls. And if Avery could fight the urge to break down her door and take her over his knee for ignoring what they’d shared, so could Dylan.

  When Dylan didn’t respond to his text, Avery glared at Drake and Trey, nodding to the door leading to an outer room complete with a one-way glass. He wasn’t here to play without Payton, and the Dynamic Duo would avoid him no longer. With a roll of his tourmaline eyes, Trey gripped his cane, tapping the wall as he followed Drake.

  Coming in behind them, Avery closed the door on the utilitarian room fixed with three upper tiers of custom-made sofas. All three men stayed on the bottom floor, Avery leaning against the far wall as he stared out the one-way glass. Apparently, Julian hadn’t punished the Lovely for coming without his command, which was reasonable since she was new to the scene, and learning to control orgasms wasn’t a discipline newbies grasped right away.