Conviction (15 page)

He continued his massage of her clit, enjoying the little moans she made as her hips and breasts rose and fell. He slowly sped up the pace as her breathing increased and let her come when he felt the first surge rather than hold off like he would with other subs. In a few minutes of gentle massaging and light squeezing of her clit Kelly exploded and James watched as the flush spread over her body, her back arched off the table and her mouth open in a silent cry of ecstasy. He continued to circle her swollen nub, gradually slowing as Kelly’s back returned to the table. Looking down at his own pants he realised that he had come watching Kelly come. He couldn’t believe it. He had
never
come in his pants before. Even as a teenager he had more control than most boys he had known. Gently he lifted off the silk blindfold and smiled at the beautiful women that had come undone at his hand. The fact that she had let him made his so proud of her and the steps that she was taking to get her life back.

“Kelly I’m going to pick you up now.” James gathered her lax body in his arms and pulled her close to his chest, pausing slightly to enjoy the feeling of her in his arms. He walked them over to the couch and pulled the blanket down to wrap around her and reached next to him for the bottle of sports drink he had put there earlier.

“Kelly you need to drink this,” he guided the red liquid to her mouth and was relieved when she took a tentative sip. “Good girl, drink up.” Kelly continued to sip until the bottle was half empty, James to a few mouthfuls of his own before placing the bottle down on the floor.

“Kelly, how are you feeling?” he asked after a few minutes of simply watching her breathe. He had no idea he could be effected so much by another person. But her complete trust in him, her compliance despite her past, had turned his insides into a mushy mess. He was going soft.

“I…I’m not sure.” She whispered as her eyes began to flutter.

“I want you to open your eyes for me, can you do that?” he asked.

“Yes, I think so, Sir.” The Sir came out of her mouth so naturally, so perfectly that he felt himself hardening again in his damp jeans.

Kelly willed her eyes to open and when they finally did, the dim light from the room dilated her pupils. James could still see that she was high on endorphins and he would have to watch her closely for any signs of sub drop. He’d only ever seen it once because he was young and stupid and thought he knew everything. He had never allowed it to happen again. Plus he’d got his ass handed to him by a senior Dom and
that
was something he’d made sure to avoid again.

“Kelly, look at me and tell me how you are feeling please.” James said again.

Kelly looked at him with fresh eyes, like she was seeing him for the first time. Her eyes widened as she recalled what he had done over the last two hours.

“Was that a…a…”

“An orgasm?” James smiled at the nativity and inwardly cringed that she had never felt the pleasure of an orgasm before. “Yes Kelly, that was.”

“Oh…wow. I guess I kind of get what the fuss is all about now.” Kelly giggled. Then giggled again. Then they were sitting together, Kelly giggling like a drunk school girl, and James chuckled right back at her. He laughed quietly and let himself feel serenely happy, even if it was only for a few moments.
He
had given her this bliss, this feeling of...hell he didn’t even know what she was feeling, but she was happy and content and, in turn, that made him feel the same.

Somehow they managed to stop and when Kelly looked up at him and thanked him he could do nothing else but gently lean down, cup her face with his hands and lower his mouth to hers.

Chapter 15 – James

Bam. The bag moved back and forth as James punched it with such force the chains that connecting the boxing bag to the rafters above rattled.

Bam.

He slammed his fist into the bags, again only using wraps to protect his hands. He wanted to feel the hurt, he wanted his muscles to burn.

He’d ruined the whole experience for Kelly. He’d gone and fucking
kissed
her. He’d turned
her
moment into
their
moment when he knew she wasn’t ready. He knew she wouldn’t understand. Why? Because his entire being, not just his cock, which
had
been monstrously hard at the time, but his entire body, mind and soul had screamed at him to kiss her. Her lips had been soft and willing and she had opened to his tongue with an enticing whimper, entwining hers with his as if they had done it a million times before.

Bam.

Idiot. What the fuck are you going to do now
?

Bam bam.

Sarge warned you that she was in love with you. But you didn’t listen. Because you’re in love with her. In love with
her
just as much as she’s in love with you.

Xander was going to kill him. He'd
tried
to tell him. Xander had told him to rein himself in and exert some self-control, after all he
was
supposed to be a dominant, a good one at that, and self-control was something that he had prided himself on his entire life. He never let his emotions get in the way when he played. But having Kelly in his home, in his life, even just for the last few days, had meant more to him than the entire time he had spent with Carly. Playing at the club was child's play compared to having her to himself full time, without the eyes of the club moderators and security. He had been attracted to her for a long time, always trying to get a rise out of her at the club and he knew that she had been guarding her own attraction, even if she hadn’t done it consciously.

But those lips!
James had never felt such a profound connection in simply kissing a woman. He had found himself becoming lost in her mouth, her tongue, and her acceptance of him. Her lips were like a vortex to another dimension. A place where their world was normal and there wasn’t any Devlin fucking King.

Bam. Bam. Bam. Bam. Bam bam.

Chapter 16 – Kelly

What the hell was she thinking? Letting him kiss her and getting lost in it!
Kelly sat on James’ big bed her laptop sitting across her lap, not that she was paying any attention to what she was doing. Her hands kept unconsciously travelling to her mouth and she ran her fingers over the spots she remembered James kissing, licking, and nibbling while they had made out in the dungeon.

When they finally pulled away James had lent his forehead against hers as they caught their breath. Kelly had been left wanting more, but not ready to take things any further. Instead she had simply untangled herself from his arms and walked out of the dungeon, shedding the blanket as she went. In the confines of the bedroom she had paced backwards and forwards until she heard the heavy bass of James’ music thumping in the gym.

Turning the lamp off she crept over to the window and watched as he punched at one of the boxing bags in an endless round of uppercuts, straights and hooks. His hooks looked perfect. The angle of his arms and the ferocity in his swing would have made even Sarge cringe.

After she’d watched him for a few minutes she decided to get productive and take her mind of things by writing. She wanted to immerse herself in a character and forget about what she was doing here with James. But she couldn't concentrate on the words in front of her, the blinking cursor making her mind even more agitated.

Giving up on the idea of writing Kelly checked into her emails instead. She never really received many, mostly just from school or emails from Sarge about what he needed her to do that week. Outside of her studying only Sarge and Xander had the address. She still managed to get her fair share of spam, despite the top of the range security program she had installed. Clicking open the link to her inbox two emails instantly caught her attention. Mostly because she didn’t recognise the private email account that both had come from, and the fact that they didn’t look like spam.

Opening them up she was unprepared for the images that invaded her screen and seared themselves into her mind forever. It was Abbey, tied to a chair, naked and gagged. Tears streaming down her face as she pleaded to whoever was taking the photo with her eyes to be let free. Abbey would only have been three in that image. Her innocence was gone. Kelly could tell from the lack of light shining in her eyes. Devlin had already destroyed her.

Kelly held her breath as she took in the full image, forcing her eyes away from those of her daughter. Quickly, she noticed several pairs of legs in background surrounding the chair. All were male, their dress pants and shiny shoes giving away their stature. Any women that had been in the compound were normally there by force and naked. She had never seen a slave permitted to wear more than a masquerade mask.

Kelly forced herself to look at the face of each man and shuddered, dropping the laptop onto the surface of the bed. Kelly had met several of the men over the years she'd spent with Devlin. Each one more sadistic and cruel than the last.

Kelly heard someone screaming and realised that it was her, the primitive sound echoing through the house. Her stomach started to revolt and she flew off the bed, only just making it to the toilet as wave after wave of heaving engulfed her. After a few minutes she splashed some water on her face and walked slowly back to where she had unceremoniously dumped her laptop. It lay on its side, Abbey's image displayed across the full screen. Clicking out of it with a shaky hand Kelly returned to the email to read the message that had come with the despicable photo of her baby girl.

You LEFT her here for me to do as I please. Nobody but these men know that she even exists. There is NOBODY to save her. NOBODY will save her.

BUT...

I will let her go.

Message me to find out how and do NOT tell anyone about this email. Not Sarge, or that do-gooder friend of yours, James. I
will
know.

You are being watched. Not everyone is who they seem.

Kelly sat back on the bed and finally let the tears fall. She could still hear the music thumping from the gym and was grateful that, for now at least, James was preoccupied.

Her shaking increased and Kelly had trouble hitting the reply button to type her response.

What do you want?

Hitting send Kelly closed the email and opened the second one. Sent two days after the first one. Another image of her baby girl overwhelmed her, her guilt of leaving her, of not being able to get Abbey out to safety when she herself had, bubbled to the surface and a panic attack began to rise from her very core.

In this image Abbey was again naked, bound to a Saint Andrew's cross, a fairly common item in the BDSM world. Devlin’s house had several in different materials, wood, iron, steel, marble and his personal favourite...barbed wire. Abbeys feet were off the ground and this time there was no blind fold or gag. The moment captured a second of pure agony, her tiny body covered in welts from either a belt or a whip. Kelly noticed that she looked younger in this image, maybe only around two and a half.

Again Kelly raced for the bathroom, violently throwing up what little remained in her stomach. The message with the image was even shorter than the last.

I wouldn't wait much longer. I'm not a patient man.

Kelly reloaded her email and immediately it pinged with a new message.

So, my little whore, do I have your attention now?

Kelly heard the music in the barn turn off and quickly typed back a response.

You're a worthless piece of scum that will burn in hell.

I repeat; What. Do. You. Want.

Almost instantly there was a reply.

You. What else would I want? You're still
mine
, remember? I will NEVER let you go. I will haunt you until the day you die.

If you come back to me willingly I will let her go. I have no use for her any more. But you? I have big plans for you.

I'll be in contact, you don't have much time before James gets back.

Kelly quickly shut her laptop as James walked in. He looked at her and knew that something was wrong immediately.

“Kelly?” James walked purposely to her side and reached for her hand, Kelly scooted across the bed away from him like he was on fire. “What happened? What's wrong?”

Kelly got off the bed and eyed the door. She wanted to run. She knew she couldn't outright lie to James, he
always
seemed to know if she was lying or even just not telling him the
full
version. But her brain refused to work fast enough to come up with a decent lie.

“Kelly, you're okay, you're safe here.”

“Envelope.” She finally burst out as tears spilled down her face.

James stood up and backed towards the door giving her the space she needed. She'd used her safe word and that meant everything,
everything
stopped. He couldn't make her do or say anything, no punishments, no spankings and definitely no kissing.

“How can I help you if you don't tell me why you've just used your safe word? I just walked in the room, Kelly. What could I possibly have done?” James implored her.

Kelly walked into the wardrobe and grabbed her backpack and her few hanging items. Then she went to the drawers and unloaded everything getting dressed as she went. She was still shaking when she hoisted her bag onto her shoulders and tears continued to pour down her face.

Kelly walked across the room to the man she had somehow managed to develop feelings for, despite her history with men. Feelings that she had never dreamed that she would ever experience or be capable of feeling. She reached up to his face and put her hand on the side. James leant in and his eyes closed momentarily, but still he didn’t move to touch her letting her call the shots. His hands were fisted at his sides and she knew she was testing his patience and control. She had safe worded on him. Something that she should only ever have done in a situation where she felt unable to continue. Normally used in a scene, though being 24/7 meant she was able to use it at any time she felt it absolutely necessary.

It had been her only reserve and despite knowing how important it was to James, she had used it anyway. Her tears came faster and she sobbed uncontrollably. His eyes showed utter confusion and devastation, but he remained still and silent, hoping against hope that she would open up and talk to him.

“I'm sorry...” She choked out as she swung her right arm and let her fist connect with the side of his face. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as he crumpled to the floor. He wasn't the only one with a mean right hook.

Kelly grabbed his phone and keys from the bench, ripping the house phone from the wall as she went past. She ran from the house. Ran from the one man that had promised to protect her and save her daughter. But it was her turn to protect him. Devlin knew who he was and was obviously watching them. There was nothing else she could do but protect him from what was coming. She knew he'd get over her, move on to a club sub probably and at least be able to have sex with them without worrying about them freaking out.

Kelly scrambled into his truck even as a sob wrenched itself from the root of her grief and turned the key. Normally the sound of a deep, guttural engine would be something she was enjoying, but even the growling of the engine made her sob harder. Quickly she turned the car around and was soon flying down the driveway, the rear end sliding sideways and creating a storm of dust in her wake. Away from hope. Away from her only chance at happiness.