Silken Desires (12 page)

The chain dangled from her breasts and he
was going to leave it there, but oddly her delight called to him.
He lifted the chain to her mouth. “Open. Hold this in your mouth.
Do not let it go.” She closed her mouth around it and he grinned.
“You might not want to jerk your head back, but then again, maybe
you’d like it.”

He demonstrated by tangling his fingers in
her hair and jerking her head back slightly. Her eyes closed
tightly as the chain pulled her nipples up toward her face with the
quick jerky movement.

His cock stood at full attention again and
the ache was back. Damn she looked good. Using the tip of the crop,
he started at the top of her head and slowly guided the
heart-shaped tip over the bare expanse of her oversensitive skin
all the way down to her toes and back up again.

“Linda, look at me.” Her watery eyes found
his. “Time out for a minute, I’m moving quick and probably doing
things I shouldn’t for your first time in here, so if you want to
call it quits spit the chain out and say ‘red.’ I won’t be upset.
Promise.” She didn’t budge, and stared at him through determined
eyes. He smiled. “Very well.”

He moved behind her and flicked the crop
over her ass on one side with a nice swat. Her head jerked back,
and he knew by her cry she’d forgotten about the clamps. He swatted
her again before she could think about it and her head jerked with
another cry slipping from her throat. Stopping suddenly, he moved
to look at her face. “Give up?” He asked. When she said nothing, he
went back to swat her ass several more times.

He enjoyed seeing the nice pink heart shapes
forming on her skin. “Such a beautiful whore.”

She moaned and cried in pleasure as she
continued to jerk her head back. At this point she had to have been
enjoying it, or she wouldn’t have moved her head the slightest bit.
The thought fueled him to swat her bottom a while longer, but he
wasn’t sure he could contain himself. This might have been the
shortest scene ever played out in his playroom.

A trail of wetness trickled between Linda’s
legs. His dick was commanding his actions, and he could no longer
think clearly. He groaned. “You have no idea what you’re doing to
me, you fucking slut! You make me want you so badly. Right now,
right here, but I don’t do that in this room.” He hurried to
release her from the hook and dragged her out of the room. “To the
couch, I know you want this as badly as I do.” She looked at him
through hooded eyes, her breathing fast, but still her mouth held
the chain. He could smell her readiness in the air.

He glanced at her lips seeing saliva drool
off the chain. “Like that do you?” He tugged at the cool metal and
she released a throaty groan. Bending her over the back of the
couch and letting her cuffed arms hang down on the cushions, he
gave her ass a light tap. He dug a condom out of his pocket and
sheathed himself. Without warning he rammed his cock deep inside
her. He knew she liked it rough, and she was going to get it. He
gripped her hips and fucked her hard. The sound of their skin
slapping echoed throughout the large room along with grunts and
moans from the both of them. Her head jerked as he slammed into her
and he soon realized why. She was pulling on the clamps. “Oh fuck!”
he moaned. “So, hot!” Reaching around, he unclamped them from her
tits one at a time, knowing that the blood rushing back would hurt.
She let out a cry for each one. The burning feeling raced through
his manhood and unleashed it’s fury as he pumped in and out of her.
She screamed in ecstasy minutes behind him as he experienced his
aftershocks.

They were loud, very loud, and he was
thankful no one could hear them. Pilar lived on the property in a
unit attached to the far side of the house. They were safe, and
once she said good night to him, Pilar never came back. If she
needed anything she would phone him respecting his privacy.

Linda’s body relaxed as Jonathan remained
inside of her. He couldn’t move at the moment. His knees were
locked in place from his exertion. Leaning over her, he placed
small kisses on her sweat-drenched back. In between kisses he spoke
softly to her. “You did well, very well, Linda. Did you enjoy
yourself?”

“Yes.” Her voice came out quiet and
shaky.

Lifting her from the couch, he tugged on her
arm. “Come.” When she stood, he released her wrists from the
restraints and looked at her rosy, engorged nipples. “Beautiful.”
He placed a soft kiss on each one as she pulled air through her
teeth with a hissing noise. Jonathan held onto Linda until her
tense body relaxed.

In the shower they were silent as he washed
both of their bodies. He couldn’t quite tell what she was thinking,
but he’d give her a few minutes to process what they’d done. The
women he usually had in his playroom were well versed in what he
liked. Linda, of course, was not. He fought with unfamiliar
feelings over the encounter. He saved her hair for last knowing how
good it felt to have your scalp scrubbed by someone else. However,
she did not melt in his hands, or moan over the sensation as most
normally did. His stomach knotted fearful she would back out on him
never to be seen again.

After the shower, he towel dried and brushed
her hair. “Blow dry?” he asked. Linda shook her head. Holding out a
big fluffy robe for her, he smiled. She took it and quickly slid
into it, but he received no smile in return.

When they made their way out into the
hallway, he stopped, unsure of where to take her. He didn’t think
she would fare well in the aftercare area of the playroom, and he’d
only ever had Roxi in his bedroom. With that in mind they headed
out to the living room.

“Here, sit on the couch. I’ll light a fire
to warm you. You’re shivering.” Pulling the throw off the back of
the couch, he laid it over her lap. “Be right back.”

After lighting the gas fireplace, he
retrieved a bottle of water for each of them and a candy bar from
the kitchen. Standing over her, he offered the water after cracking
the lid open for her. She took it with shaky hands. Settling down
beside her, he pulled the blanket over his legs and cuddled up to
her. “Do you like chocolate?”

She laughed quietly. “What girl doesn’t?”
She smiled at him, and his shoulders relaxed a little.

He ripped open the candy wrapper and broke
off a piece, offering it to her. Instead of reaching for it, she
opened her mouth. “That’s my girl.” After a few more pieces he
handed her the remainder.

“How did you like the playroom?” he asked,
cautiously.

Her eyes searched his for a moment, and then
she spoke. “It wasn’t as scary as I thought it would be. I expected
a dark dungeon of a room, but it was a nice room. Had some odd
things in there, but it was nice.”

Cupping his hand to her face, he asked, “Do
you want to find out what those other things do someday?”

She didn’t hesitate. “Yes.”

He pulled her face to his and kissed her.
Not pulling far from her lips, he asked, “And you’re all right with
how I treated you, and the names I called you?”

Linda hesitated a moment. “It was
different.”

“Different good or different bad? Because I
know you were nervous, but you didn’t safeword so I continued, and
then I could tell you were enjoying yourself.” He stroked the side
of her face. “But I need to know the truth. Honesty and
communication are the only ways this can work if we’re to continue
with a physical relationship in the playroom.”

Linda pulled away from Jonathan a little and
looked him in the face. “Different good, scary at first, but when I
thought about it, I knew you wouldn’t hurt me. That’s when my mind
took over, and then I truly enjoyed it. The name calling was odd,
but I can see how it empowered you, and that turned out to be
pretty hot.”

“So would you like to continue seeing me,
and being with me, even knowing and experiencing the real me?” He
felt hopeful, the conversation and her mood were good indications
that this wonderful woman could be a part of his future.

“I would. Does that make me your sub?” She
smiled so brightly it melted his heart.

“My sub in training.” He winked at her.

Heading to Roxi’s apartment, Jonathan
couldn’t help but smile thinking about Linda’s willingness that
evening. He knew she felt uncertain, but it was his job to make her
feel at ease. Things went well so far, and he made sure to take
good care of her during aftercare. They’d sipped water together,
shared chocolate, and talked about what they both liked and didn’t
like during their scene. Linda wouldn’t discuss her hard limits
with him. She only said she’d take it one day at a time. She liked
the idea of being presented with ideas in a scene as they came. The
unknown excited her. This woman could be his dream come true. It
was a damn shame she didn’t want to commit to someone, but maybe in
time he could change her mind.

Roxi’s apartment was quiet, and her bedroom
dark, so after brushing his teeth he crashed on the couch so he
wouldn’t wake her.

The front door opening and closing shook him
from his deep slumber. “What the hell?” Checking his wrist watch,
it lit up as 4:02 AM.

“Shhh, sorry. I tried to be quiet. I didn’t
mean to wake you, go back to sleep.” Roxi sounded out of breath and
tired. “Why are you on the couch? You’re not waiting for me are
you?”

Jonathan ran his hand through his hair
wondering what the heck she’d been doing, and who with. “No, I got
in late and didn’t want to wake you so I set up out here. Where the
hell have you been?” He got off the couch to check on her. “Are you
all right?”

“I’m fine, was just out with an old friend
catching up.” Roxi waved a hand in the air to shoo him away.

Jonathan put his hand to her back to lead
her to her bedroom. His Dom side wanted to make sure she was all
right. She flinched at his touch and drew in a sharp breath.

“Rox?” His voice sounded in a low growl.

“
Don’t
even give me grief. You went
out to have some fun with your little flight attendant. So I went
to have some fun of my own. You never said I couldn’t.” She
shrugged her shoulders.

“Who and where?” Jonathan’s voice deepened,
and slipped with ease into Dom mode. “You’re mine. Remember? I
don’t share, and you know that. You asked me, and I agreed. There
was never any mention of you possibly going to someone else during
our arrangement. Are you trying to tell me something?” He gripped
her shoulders and gave her a shake. “Answer me, dammit.”

“Chill out, Jonathan. It was just a casual
play session with a group of people, nothing to worry about.” She
shook from his hold and headed to her room.

“Chill out? Damn! If you weren’t hurt I
would punish you right now.” He growled, sounding on the verge of
losing it. “Look, if we do this then you’re mine, you may not go to
other Doms. A boyfriend, yes, but not someone in the scene. Do you
understand me?”

“Practice what you preach,
Mr. Fly
Boy
.” Slamming the bathroom door in his face was not a good
idea. His blood boiled, she had some nerve to abruptly try and end
the conversation that way.

Through the door, he yelled, “I’m the Dom.
Not you. What I say goes. What I do with my girlfriend is none of
your business.”
Girlfriend?
Why had he said that?

Ripping the door open, she yelled back,
“Red, Jonathan, Red! I’m safewording our relationship. We’re done.
I don’t need you anymore!” She went to her room and before she
closed the door, she turned to him. “Go home. I’m fine, and well
enough to be on my own.” Her voice came out controlled and calm.
“You’re no longer needed here…
for anything
.” The door
latched closed before he could think through the shock. He stood
there for a moment letting the pain roll through his gut and his
heart. He paced up and down her hallway for a little. When she
didn’t come out he dressed and headed home.

Lying in his bed that night, sleep escaped
him. Going from the great experience he shared with Linda to the
rage he summoned in Roxi, he couldn’t rest his mind long enough to
relax.

Reaching over to the nightstand, he grabbed
his cell phone and sent a text to Roxi. Something in her eyes made
her words seem final. He needed to know, so he simply asked,
Are
we over in every way?
He sure as hell hoped not. They had too
much history and he’d always care for her. He at least wanted to
remain friends; anything less would destroy him.

She didn’t reply, but she did look tired, so
he’d wait until late morning before he jumped to any conclusions.
Since sleep wasn’t in the cards for him, he turned on the TV and
sat in a daze watching infomercials.

Sunlight filtering through the curtains woke
Roxi. First thought on her mind was Jonathan. She rushed out of her
room to the couch where he’d slept last night. He wasn’t there. The
blanket he used sat folded with his pillow placed on top.

Her body ached as a reminder from the play
session at the Slipknot the night before. Slipknot was the edgier
BDSM club a few towns over. There wasn’t anyone that she knew of in
her daily life that frequented the dark club, so she didn’t worry
about getting caught by anyone who might recognize her.

She sat on the couch and ran her fingers
gingerly over Jonathan’s pillow. Her chest ached at the thought of
dismissing him, but he couldn’t provide for her the way Master Liam
could. He didn’t have it in him to give her the pain she
desired.

Liam was the reason for her late night
outing. He flew in from New York to see if he could convince Roxi
to come back home with him. Pleading with her, he told Roxi how
much he missed her and presented her with a collar. She didn’t
accept it, of course, but asked him for some time to think about
things. He gave her one week before he needed an answer. He had to
return to his life with or without her.