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  Table of Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Burned

  A Zodiac Alphas Novel

  Gia Star

  Contents

  Aries

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Aries

  The first sign of the Zodiac is Aries. Born between March 21-April 19, Aries males are known for their strong, independent natures. They forge ahead with resourcefulness and courage. They are competitive and don’t like to be led by others.

  Birth month: April

  Zodiac animal: Ram

  Color: Maximum Red

  Positive traits: Intense, passionate, strong

  Negative traits: Headstrong, impatient, proud

  Chapter One

  Growing up in the suburbs of Seattle, Jackson Calder’s mother had called him her little Aries every time he’d done something fiercely independent. Something driven or headstrong.

  Like dragging his tricycle up the neighborhood’s biggest hill when he was three and trying to ride down like the older kids.

  Like the smart phone app he’d developed at fifteen years old that he’d been able to sell at sixteen to pay for his college education.

  Or when he’d been a sophomore in high school and talked the quarterback’s girlfriend into making out with him in the janitor’s closet. Although he’d gotten his ass kicked for that one.

  So his mom had called him her little Aries a lot.

  Aries was more than just a star sign that Jackson’s birthday happened to fall under. Aries defined who he was. Aggressive, competitive, resourceful.

  And if some people also called him an asshole, it was generally because they were obstacles between him and what he wanted.

  Jackson had always gotten what he wanted, except for once. But even that had been because he had walked away.

  Being an Aries was what allowed him to create and grow Calder Enterprises into one of the strongest media and investment firms in the country.

  And a few years ago he and some other investor friends who were also into the BDSM lifestyle like Jackson had decided to branch out into the hospitality industry. They created one of the most sought-after adult-only resorts on the planet.

  And it wasn't even on dry land.

  The Celestial was a 60,000-ton luxury cruise liner, that traveled all over the world and provided the opportunity for many different types of romantic getaways. BDSM, ménage, nude retreats... something different every few months. It set sail every Friday, almost always completely full, and was booked out solid for the next year and a half. People flocked to the Celestial wanting to experience the beauty of exotic ports-of-call and also have the freedom to meet and play with people who had similar sexual tastes while at sea.

  Although he was the controlling owner, Jackson didn’t normally travel on the Celestial. He was usually based in his offices in Los Angeles, although he also had offices in New York, London and Rome. But this week he was on the ship.

  To fuck a woman.

  And, if he discovered she was the one attempting to steal from him, to teach her what it was really like to get fucked by an Aries. But not in the pleasurable way.

  But right now the late spring Mediterranean sun gleamed off Jackson’s bare chest as he climbed the outdoor rock wall on the top deck of the ship. He helped design many of the details of the Celestial and a rock wall – a challenging rock wall – had been a factor he’d wanted included.

  Challenge was required for all areas of Jackson's life. He didn’t give his best otherwise.

  Muscles he used regularly in workouts still strained as he moved from one finger and toe hold to another on the wall. Since it was his ship, and because his lawyers had even made him sign a waiver, Jackson climbed without a harness. Danger always made a challenge more exciting.

  He hoisted himself the last few feet and pulled himself over the top. He looked down at one of his best friends in the world: Donovan Parnaby.

  “You climbing, Princess, or just going to take a nap down there? “

  Donovan shot him the bird then began his own route up the wall. What Donovan lacked in Jackson's strategic planning, he made up for in brute strength. In a race up they probably would've been pretty evenly matched. It wasn't long before Jackson extended his arm in an offer to help Donovan over the top.

  “You're a dumbass for climbing this without a harness,” Donovan said between breaths.

  Jackson grinned and handed his friend a bottle of water. He’d done a hell of a lot more dangerous stuff in his years in the Army’s Special Forces a decade ago. Climbing a fifteen-foot rock wall was nothing, comparatively.

  They both rested on the top of the wall for a few minutes, enjoying the sun. Enjoying that neither of their jobs — Jackson’s as multi-media mogul and investor, and Donovan as Jackson’s right hand man handling everything here on the Celestial — required their attention, at least for a few seconds.

  “You going to the Black Mask party tonight?” Donovan asked as he took a few sips of water.

  The Black Mask party was always a favorite on the BDSM cruises. Some passengers chose to wear full hooded masks that completely concealed their identity. It allowed people the opportunity to play with others without any added burden of knowing their identity. Others just wore half or partial masks that added to the air of mystery.

  Some, like Jackson and Donovan, wouldn’t wear masks at all.

  Jackson nodded. “It's the main reason I'm here.”

  Donovan rolled his eyes. “You do know that there are masked events in both L.A. and New York, right? Hell, probably Rome and London too. You didn't have to come all the way out to the ship to find a BDSM event with masks.”

  “I did if I wanted to get the chance to see behind the mask of the elusive Alexandra Silver.”

  And to see if she was a criminal.

  Donovan did a double take. “Alexandra Silver is here? On board?”

  “SilverSystems called last week to see if there was space for her on board. She needed to do a software check herself. That they kept getting some glitchy feedback from their software and she wanted to get it sorted out.”

  Donovan chuckled. “Doesn't hurt that Alexandra Silver is pretty deep into the BDSM scene and this is a BDSM cruise.”

  “I offered her a free cabin, since she was here on business, but she insisted on paying for herself. That's fine with me.”

  Jackson found himself loath to mention his concerns about Alexandra's potential criminal activities. He hadn't even mentioned it to Ian and Quentin Damascus, brothers and his dual heads of security on the ship. He would if he needed to. He would have no problem making sure Alexandra Silver – founder of SilverSystems, the hospitality software the Celestial used for
all of its point of sales and guest services — was arrested if she was setting up her system to skim from Calder Enterprises.

  But he would find out himself. Was actually relishing the challenge of such a personal nature. Especially since his cock had gotten hard thinking about Alexandra ever since seeing her at a BDSM club six months ago. It had been mask night there also. He’d found out that night Alexandra only ever attended masked themed nights.

  She hid her face, but it hadn’t taken much for him to find out her name. Alexandra wasn’t that common, and she was listed as the owner of SilverSystems.

  Finding out that a company who contracted for Calder Enterprises was owned by a woman who was a sexual submissive didn’t bother Jackson a bit. Some of the greatest business minds he knew – absolutely bloodthirsty in the boardroom and negotiation tables – were sexual submissives.

  So Alexandra Silver may be a sexual submissive, but she was no pushover. Not that she did many business dealings in person. They were almost always over the phone or electronic. Given the nature of her business - software development – her lack of face-to-face interaction wasn’t uncommon.

  As a matter of fact, Jackson had never met Ms. Silver face-to-face, outside of a BDSM club. And he’d certainly never seen her face-to-face without her mask.

  He knew about her, knew she was forty years old and a widow. He would not have called Alexandra his normal type, but everything about her seemed to turn him on.

  She may be forty, but her body could fuel fantasies. Nothing about her was fake: not her tits, not her ass. Not even her blonde hair that was also natural, he knew for a fact.

  It was a refreshing change.

  “Alexandra still sending you those letters?” Donovan asked.

  And the letters. Holy hell, the letters.

  If Jackson hadn't been determined to fuck her before, those sexy, hand-written scenes she crafted and delivered to him a couple times a month for the last three months had definitely done it.

  “She has a gift with words.” Jackson's voice was rough even to his own ears. He'd spent more time jacking off to the letters he’d received from her than he had since he was a teenager watching dirty porn. Hell, the last few weeks he hadn't even been interested in sex with anyone else.

  “She and I have had enough foreplay. It's time,” Jackson said. “I can't remember ever wanting a woman this much except…”

  He didn't finish his sentence. He didn't have to. Donovan had known Jackson’s friend Scott Durham. He’d been there when Scott died. Had been there when Jackson fell in love with Scott’s way-too-young sister Lexi four years ago and walked away, leaving them both heartbroken.

  Jackson never spoke of Lexi, but he never quite stopped thinking about her either.

  Donovan clapped him on the shoulder. “A super-hot, older woman, who revs your mind as much as your body? That’s exactly what you need.”

  “You up for a scene tonight?” Jackson and Donovan had shared women before. And he already knew Alexandra liked two men at once. Had witnessed it himself. Sexy as fuck.

  “Always. You do know about her weird rules, right? She never has regular sex or any sort of vaginal penetration. It's always oral or anal for her.” Donovan chuckled. “Or, oral and anal.”

  Jackson didn't know why Alexandra had refused to have traditional sex, maybe it had something to do with her dead husband. It didn’t matter. Jackson planned to be the person to help her get past that. In private, where he could make sure she was screaming his name.

  With no more masks.

  Chapter Two

  For Jackson. Just a story to pass the time.

  The Bad Girl

  I had been a naughty girl.

  My Master was mad at me because when he came home from the gym he found me on the bed naked, on my knees, with my fingers fucking my own pussy. I should've heard him come in, but I didn’t over the sound – that beautiful, obscene sound - of a wet pussy being fucked so well with three fingers. Not to mention my own frantic moans.

  I couldn't help it, I needed to be fucked and fucked often. Master knew that and generally kept me exhausted. This morning he thought he'd had time to get to the gym and back before I woke up, but he'd been wrong.

  What was a young woman to do when she woke up already so hot and needy? If my Master had been there, I would've sucked on his cock until he woke up, then begged him to fuck me. And he would have. He would've teased me, and made me cry and beg before he ultimately gave me what I wanted, but eventually he would've turned me over on all fours and fucked me hard from behind. Just like I wanted.

  I wanted Master's big, hard cock inside my weeping pussy.

  But he wasn't there.

  I waited as long as I could. I promise I did.

  Okay, I didn't really. As soon as I saw he wasn't there, realized the car wasn't in the garage, I knew I would soon be getting myself off. I knew if he caught me I would be punished. Last time he caught me I could barely sit for a week. Every morning, twenty smacks with his belt. And I wasn't allowed to come for three days.

  Now he’d caught me again. How much worse was my punishment going to be?

  “Take those fingers out of your pussy right this second.”

  At his command I gasped. I’d been caught fully in the act. I obeyed him instantly, of course.

  “Lick them completely clean,” he said quietly. I knew just because he was quiet did not mean he wasn't furious. Master was a businessman, an important businessman, so he knew how to hold his temper.

  But that didn’t mean he didn’t have one.

  I licked my fingers, tasting myself, trying to make it as sexy as possible. I saw his eyes darken with desire as he watched me thrust my fingers into my lips, reminding him of the way he could thrust his dick there if he desired.

  He didn't take the bait.

  “We have guests coming to our pool party cookout in just a couple of hours, Bad Girl. We still have a lot of things to do to get ready. Fortunately, you'll have more time for those duties, since you won't need time to get dressed. You'll be serving our guests naked.”

  For the next two hours I prayed he would relent. Surely he wouldn’t make me go about my hostess duties completely naked. The half dozen friends coming over were part of the lifestyle, so wouldn’t be offended. But still, this wasn’t a club event. To be the only one naked while everyone else was clothed, even if just in swimsuits, especially because they knew I was being punished? It would be humiliating.

  He didn’t relent.

  As a matter of fact, fifteen minutes before the guests were meant to arrive he sat me on the couch and made me spread my legs. He played with my pussy, working two fingers in and out of me while he teased my clit with his thumb, until I was moaning.

  “Pinch your nipples with your other hand, Bad Girl. Make them hard and pointy.”

  They were already hard and pointy, but I played roughly with them anyway.

  He didn’t let me come. He just got me worked up enough that when the doorbell rang, I couldn’t quite remember what was going on, laid out on the couch like I was, thighs trembling, ready to beg him.

  Master pulled his fingers out of my pussy and I groaned. He put his fingers in my mouth for me to suck clean, then pulled me up off the couch.

  “Go answer the door. Don’t keep our guests waiting.”

  The other Doms chuckled when they saw me naked and obviously very aroused. Their submissives gave me a more sympathetic look. Except for Kimberly. She’d never liked me, had hoped to have my Master for herself. But he’d chosen me. She gave me a smirk.

  I got anyone the drinks they wanted and set out the food. Everyone stared at me at first but after a half hour I almost forgot I was naked. I even went swimming with the other girls while Master grilled the burgers.

  Maybe this punishment wasn’t going to be as bad as I thought.

  I should’ve known better.

  After lunch we were all enjoying the warm sun and cold drinks, hanging out in the pool or on the loungers.
Everything was so casual, Master caught me off guard by his words.

  “Go fetch the paddle.” He made sure to say it loudly enough for everyone to hear it. It instantly became quiet around the pool.

  I stiffened. “Which one, Master?”

  “The one engraved for this very occasion.”

  Not that one. Not here. “Master—”

  “For every minute you’re not back, we’ll add another smack with the paddle.”

  I heard everyone chuckle as I ran, my breasts bouncing painfully. They were bouncing harder when I arrived back two minutes later, and presented it to him.

  “Sorry, sir, someone moved it from its normal drawer.”

  Master smiled. Damn him, he’d moved it. Knowing I would waste precious time looking for it. “That’s alright. You only added two extra smacks onto the seven you’re already going to receive.”

  Nine wasn’t too bad. I’d gotten many more than that in our local club in front of most of these same people. The engraving on the paddle, though…

  Master stood next to me holding the paddle. “Bad Girl decided she would get herself off while I went to the gym this morning, not only without permission, but expressly against the house rules.”

  The other Doms shook their head like this was a grievous trespass. The subs kept their faces blank, to not to get caught providing sympathy and get punished themselves.

  “Since Bad Girl was so desperate to come, she’s going to put on a show for us today, in just a moment. Finger-fucking herself until she comes in front of everyone.”

  I tensed. Master knew I didn’t like performing in front of others. But I would do this.

  “Since she obviously needs to come more than she’s willing to trust me to provide for her, first she’ll finger herself standing up, then she’ll finger herself lying on her back with her legs bent to her chest, then finally on all fours — the position in which I caught her today.”