Silken Desires (14 page)

Once naked, he bent her over the bed and
stuck his cock in between her hot wet lips from behind. She moaned
and pushed back against him as far as she could, accepting his cock
deep inside of her body. Leaning over her back, he reached around
and pinched her nipples hard while slamming into her. She cried
out.

“Do you want to stop?” He paused.

“No, fuck me harder,” she whined. With
permission he slammed in and out of her again, and again. “Oh, God,
yes! Fuck me harder! Harder!” Her screams burst out between
clenched teeth.

She didn’t have to ask twice. He pumped in
and out of her furiously. “You filthy dirty bitch!” Their skin
slapped together loudly. The two of them screamed and moaned as if
no one could hear, and he didn’t care if the people upstairs heard,
he just kept fucking her so hard that the bed was banging on the
wall and the metal legs were screeching against the hard floor.

Digging his fingers into her hips, that
would probably bruise later, he let out his release. “Ahhh, fuck!”
He pumped in and out a few more times before he slowed, and then he
buried himself deep inside her with one last hard slam against her
ass.

She didn’t climax, and he didn’t care. “Get
dressed, and leave.” She looked dazed but happy.

“Yes, Sir.”

They washed up and dressed in silence. When
they were both put together, he walked her out the door and found
two people staring at them when they exited the room. Master Kyle
and Sarae.

“Everything okay in there?” Master Kyle
asked Bianca.

She lowered her head respectfully, and in a
dreamy voice she said, “Yes, Sir. Perfect.”

“Very well, I’m glad you enjoyed yourself.
Have a nice night.” He kissed her on the top of her head and sent
her on her way.

“Sarae, I’m thinking that we’ll need to find
you another Dom for the evening. Seems Master Jonathan has
forgotten protocol, and needs to be dealt with.” Sarae’s pouty
expression showed her disappointment. “What? Did you want him to
fuck you, too?” Kyle laughed.

She pressed her legs together, and moaned.
“He sounds really good.”

“Now, you know better than that. Go on to
Room Ten. I’ll take you on tonight with your favorite rubber
flogger. Go prepare the room.” He nudged her toward the end of the
hallway.

The men watched her walk away. “Shame you
get to miss out on that.” Turning his focus on Jonathan, he asked,
“It was consensual sex, right? I hope I’m not going to get slammed
with a complaint or anything. I know she’s been trying to get you
into bed for a long time now. Since high school, correct?”

He felt horrible at hearing aloud his
betrayal. Despite their being apart, it was still the wrong thing
to do. “Yes, it was consensual, and she’s the girl who tried her
damnedest to break me and Roxi up in our senior year of high
school.” Jonathan couldn’t hold Kyle’s gaze.

“You know she’s going to go right to Roxi
and tell her,” he stated as a matter of fact.

“It doesn’t matter anymore.” Jonathan shook
his head.

“It’s never been an issue before, and I
don’t know if it had anything to do with your drinking, but—”

“It didn’t.” Jonathan held his hand up. “I’m
just in a bad place right now.”

“No more drinks before sessions. If it was
anyone other than Bianca that you just pulled that stunt with, I’d
fire your ass on the spot. You’re on unpaid leave until I say so.
Now get the hell out of here before I think better of it and fire
you anyway.”

“All in a day’s work.” He mumbled to himself
as he climbed the steps to leave. Jonathan couldn’t have felt
worse; he lost Roxi, fucked her high school nemesis, disappointed
Kyle, and almost got himself fired. Nothing could’ve made him feel
as bad as he did, his heart felt numb and his stomach twisted in
anxiety.

As a buzzing noise woke Roxi, her eyes
fluttered, trying to focus. Liam had his arm draped across her
chest, and she nuzzled into him feeling content, but at the same
time like a part of her was missing. Again, the buzzing noise, and
she realized it was her cell phone. Lifting Liam’s arm from her
body, she rolled over to retrieve it. Liam slept like a rock, but
she knew better than to leave the bed without his permission—one of
his rules. He always rose first.

There was a missed call from Jonathan, a
voice mail, and a text from an unknown number. Opening the text she
gasped as she read it:
He finally gave in. We ripped each
other’s clothes off and fucked like animals. I’m sure I have you to
thank for that. So thanks, girlfriend, for screwing up and sending
him my way. Much love, Bianca.

Her heart pounded in her chest over the
tenacity of the bitch of a girl who was her best friend in middle
school until she tried to steal Jonathan from her. That ended their
friendship. They’d never said two civil words to each other since.
It was childish at this age to do what Bianca did, but Roxi
understood, as she herself felt like trying to plot against Bianca
again like she did in her teenage years. But she refused trying to
be the adult.

Making a fist so tight her nails dug into
her palm, she sat up and took a few deep breaths before listening
to Jonathan’s message. His voice sounded wrong and she couldn’t
make out what he was saying. He’d drunk dialed her. She relaxed a
little knowing that he must have been inebriated when he took
Bianca the way he did. There was no other explanation because she
knew him, and he wouldn’t have done something so hurtful to her. Or
would he, after she ended things the way she did?

Roxi texted Jonathan:
Is it true? You and
Bianca?

He didn’t reply. She tried to phone him, but
it went directly to voice mail. “Where the hell are you
Jonathan?”

She started when Liam lightly touched her
back. “Is everything all right?”

“No. But it’s my own fault. I sent Jonathan
into the arms of a bitch.” Roxi threw the phone to the floor angry
at herself for pushing him away. If she hadn’t Bianca wouldn’t be
an issue.

“Lay with me.” He pulled her down to rest
her head on his chest. “You need to relax. You and Jonathan are
over now, aren’t you?”

“Yes, but—”

“But nothing. Let him go. He can do what he
wants, he’s a big boy.” Liam ran his hand through her hair and it
felt good, but not good enough to relieve her mind of the images
starring Bianca and Jonathan together.

“Sir, I’m in need.” She began to cry.

“I’m sorry, love. There’ll be no play. You
have to learn how to deal with this; you can’t go running for pain
every time something in your life goes wrong.” He continued to
stroke her hair while she sobbed. “This has become a way of coping
for you, not something you’ve had to deal with your whole life, and
that’s what makes you different from my usual subs. I think you
don’t want to be this way, and I’d like to help you.”

“Why are you being so good to me?” Lifting
her head she dared look into his eyes. Usually with Liam it was all
or nothing with their lifestyle, and she rightly followed his
rules. Looking directly at him was a no-no.

He cupped her cheek. “Because, love, you
need a friend right now.” She’d never seen him so sincere and with
such a soft look on his face. It did her in, and she cried harder
than she ever had in her life.

***

Jonathan put the top down on his convertible
and jumped in, taking off for parts unknown even to himself, until
he found himself at Linda’s house. He sat in his car for a long
time before walking to her door and knocking. The home was a large,
beautiful Victorian with a wraparound porch and excellent
landscaping.

He waited a few minutes after he knocked,
and when she didn’t appear to be home, he started to back away from
the door.

Suddenly, the door pulled open and a nice
looking man in a dark blue terrycloth bathrobe stood in the doorway
holding a mug. “Can I help you?”

“Oh, uh, I’m looking for Linda Bellum. I—I
must have the wrong address.” Jonathan took a step backward toward
his car.

“Linda lives here.” The man took a sip from
his cup watching Jonathan carefully.

Stopping his retreat, he looked at the man.
Realization hit. He was probably one of her fuck buddies. “I didn’t
mean to intrude. I’m sorry. I’ll catch up with her another
time.”

“Linda!” Jonathan cringed as the man called
for her. Giving in, Jonathan walked back to the door. Stepping
aside to allow him entrance, the man offered his hand. “William
Starke.”

Accepting is gesture, he said, “Jonathan
Montgomery, nice to meet you.”

Linda joined the two men in the entryway.
“Jonathan! What a nice surprise. Come in.” She wrapped her arms
around him in a meaningful embrace pulling him close and holding
him there longer than expected. Then when she finally loosened her
grip, she planted a kiss on his lips. “I didn’t know you were
coming. Wait! Why are you here? You never come here. What’s wrong?”
Jonathan looked over at William and hesitated to speak.

“Oh, don’t let Billy bother you, he’s my
bitch.” She laughed carelessly. Jonathan raised an eyebrow in
question. “My gay roommate, he’s also a flight attendant. There are
four of us who live here. Damian, who is Billy’s boyfriend, and
Cindy aren’t here right now. They’re working.”

“Gay?” Jonathan asked. “Sorry, man. You look
anything but gay.”

“What exactly does gay look like?” Billy
smirked.

“Like Damian,” answered Linda. “Wait until
you meet him; he is the stereotypical gay, very feminine and very
emotional. It’s horrible when he gets his man-period.”

Linda dragged him into the living room where
there was a huge sectional couch and she plopped down pulling
Jonathan with her. Billy offered to get drinks for them both and
went to retrieve them from the kitchen.

“So tell me, what’s wrong?” she asked, when
Billy disappeared out of sight.

“Why does anything have to be wrong?” He
leaned back, but didn’t relax. How could he? His life was in
shambles, and what the hell was he thinking by showing up
unannounced at Linda’s?

“Because you don’t ever visit me and you
look…sad.” She touched her fingertip below Jonathan’s eye.

“I am sad, Linda. Roxi basically told me we
were over, and not just in the D/s way either. We’re over as
friends too.” He shook his head slowly. “It hurts.”

“Shit, Jonathan. I’m sorry. I know how close
you guys are, or were, and how far back you go. Are you going to be
okay?” She leaned into him and snuggled against his body.

“I don’t know. I just had to get out of
there. You know, get away. I didn’t plan on coming by. I just sort
of ended up here. Sorry I came without calling first, I know it’s
rude. I won’t stay long.” He breathed out a heavy sigh.

“Stay as long as you’d like. You can even
use one of the spare rooms. This house is big enough, it’s a six
bedroom. You’d just have to kick in for food.” She smiled at him
and kissed along his neck. He put thoughts of Roxi on the
backburner and felt his body relax as Linda’s soft lips smoothed
across his skin.

“I’m glad you’re here.” She purred in his
ear and he allowed himself to enjoy the moment.

Grabbing her hair and pulling her head back,
Jonathan grinned at the movement in his pants. “I think I am
too.”

Billy stood over the two of them, neither
noticing him until he cleared his throat, and sang, “Tea for two,
and two for tea.”

Jonathan released Linda’s hair to accept his
tea cup. “So, gay, huh?”

“Totally,” Billy said. “So, a Dom, huh?”

Linda looked guilty. “Sorry, he’s my best
friend. I tell him everything.”

“Everything?” Jonathan asked.

“Almost.” She dropped her gaze to the
floor.

“You mean there’s more?” Billy sat in front
of them on the ottoman. “Tell me. I want to know it all. I’m
intrigued.”

“I never told him about the playroom.” A
slow blush spread across her cheeks, and then she tried to bury her
head in his armpit.

Jonathan laughed. “But that’s the best
part.” He tugged at her chin so she would lift her head and look at
him.

“Girl, you best tell me.” Billy rubbed his
hands together with a goofy lopsided grin on his face.

“Okay,
that
sounded gay.” Jonathan
couldn’t wrap his head around this masculine man being gay. He
didn’t appear to be what a gay man looked like, judging by
experience, nor did he carry himself in any kind of feminine
manner, and he surely didn’t sound it in the traditional sense.
“I’m sorry for being hung up on this. You’re just such a…a good
looking male through and through, and I mean that in the most
heterosexual way.”

“Thank you for the compliment, but you’re
not my type anyway,” he scoffed.

Jonathan, oddly, felt a little offended by
that. “And why not?”

Linda giggled. “You’re not feminine enough.
Or, well, not feminine at all.”

“Ah, gotcha. So, Linda, tell our friend
Billy about the playroom.” He put on his Dom face and smiled at her
naughtily. “Tell him
everything
, and leave nothing out.”

“Or else?” she asked, and waggled her
eyebrows.

“Or else!” He pulled her over his lap and
smacked her ass through her sweatpants. Linda moaned.

“Mmmm. I see how hot this kind of play can
be,” Billy chided. “Teach me, tell me!”

As the day went on, Jonathan’s mind stayed
occupied and thoughts of Roxi rarely intruded. Billy had a ton of
questions for him about his lifestyle, which he happily answered.
It took his mind off Roxi, but as the night neared, he remembered
he was on the schedule at Underground Decadence. “Shit. I forgot I
have to work at the club tonight. I need to call in. I’d never make
it in time anyway.” He excused himself to the next room, and made
the call, asking Master Kyle to take him off for the next two weeks
and not to mention it to anyone.