Silken Desires (17 page)

Out of the corner of his eye, he thought he
saw Roxi, but glancing around he realized he must have been seeing
things. She was nowhere in sight, and besides what the hell would
she be doing there? Thoughts of her with her Master were nagging at
him and he wasn’t sure why, so he kept pushing them aside ignoring
the notion that there was more to it. But still, there was
something, and his mind wouldn’t let him forget it.

At exactly nine o’clock, he saw his
temporary roommates at the door, and he walked over to help sign
them in as his guests for the evening. Heading to the table, he
watched with amusement as they walked around looking completely out
of place, and totally intrigued, all four of them. Especially
Cindy, with her creamy white skin, natural blonde hair, and an
embarrassed-shade of pink beginning to form high on her cheekbones.
She stood out like a beacon on a dark night.

He glanced away for a moment to look around
the room, and his heart stopped. It was Roxi he’d seen earlier. A
man chained her against a wall across the room with her back turned
to him. She wore a skimpy leather outfit with cuffs adorning her
wrists and ankles. On her feet were five inch stilettos. Jonathan’s
dick went into search and destroy mode, aching badly against his
button fly.

“Jonathan?” He barely heard his name through
the pounding pulse in his ears. “Are you okay?” Linda brushed her
hand along his upper arm.

He took a deep breath and pulled his gaze
from Roxi. “Yeah, yeah. I—I’m fine.”

Linda laced her fingers through his and gave
him a tug to the table to join the others who had just sat down. At
first there was total silence and then everyone seemed to start
talking at once. Damien seemed squeamish over a demo nearby on the
spanking horse, there was a man strapped down as a woman caned him.
Billy looked very interested, but interested in the giver or
receiver Jonathan couldn’t tell. Cindy’s eyes darkened even though
she was blushing profusely. And Jonathan, well, he couldn’t keep
his eyes away from Roxi.

He was being a bad host. Grabbing the
nearest server he asked her for a round of non-alcoholic drinks to
be delivered to his new friends. Receiving his first, he downed his
soda before she set everyone else’s drinks on the table. Closing
his eyelids he concentrated on the feel of the cool liquid as it
traveled from his mouth down his throat and into his stomach.

He wrapped his hand around the waitress’s
wrist and winked at her. “Another drink please.” She gave him a
peculiar look and a crooked smile. Everyone knew him there. It’d
been his getaway from Stan’s and the club for a year now, because
sometimes he needed a change of scenery. The two clubs were like
night and day, though. The clientele was completely different. Only
a few people knew him from both places, but that fact was never
discussed amongst anyone. He’d spent a lot of his nights off at
Slipknot after Roxi left him. During the darkest time in his life
when he thought she’d never come back, he would sit there and
brood.

“Uh, sure thing, Sir,” the waitress said,
and scurried away. He wasn’t behaving as his usual self, and he
knew it, but he didn’t care.

Cindy sat in the chair closest to him, but
not by choice, by default. All the other chairs were taken by
Damien, Billy and Linda.

He leaned in to Cindy. “Do you like anything
you see?”

She squirmed in her seat and smiled with a
sinful look from under her lashes, but shook her head “no”.
Oh
she wants it.
Jonathan made it his mission for the night to
make sure she got a taste of it sooner rather than later.

For the next hour he explained things he saw
around the room. He directed his lessons for the group, but they
were really intended to rev Cindy up a notch, and it worked. She
continued to squirm, and her flush from embarrassment was probably
turning to arousal. Jonathan knew that look well.

He was so engrossed in his quest that he’d
almost forgotten about Roxi still chained to the wall, he was
uncertain who had put her there. He never saw the man’s face. She
looked lovely all chained up. His dick had been hard since he saw
her but it grew impossibly harder. He needed a release, and
fast.

“I see someone I need to speak with. I’ll be
right back.” He took off for a room in the back. Once he closed the
door and locked it behind him, he fumbled with his button fly until
his cock sprang free. He gripped his shaft, more swollen than he’d
ever seen it, and stroked it gently. Slamming his eyes shut he
began squeezing it harder and pumping faster, and more violently as
visions of Roxi passed through his mind.

He came fast and hard. His body went rigid
pressed against the back of the door, and he let out a yell, he
didn’t hold back. His strokes slowed as his hips shuddered, and he
spewed out the last of his seed. He moaned softly. “Oh, Roxi.”

After cleaning up and gathering himself, he
rejoined the table with no plans of looking over at the wall again.
His release, and the fact that he had company took the edge off his
pain, so he’d still be able to keep his wits about him while he
worked Cindy. With the standard “Play At Your Own Risk,” there were
no rules. You were on your own. There were plenty of Dungeon
Masters roaming around, and bouncers at the door, and the owner,
Steel, didn’t take any shit. He ran a tight ship, and his regulars
knew it, so for the most part people kept themselves in check.

Some time had passed and it took every ounce
of strength not to look back at his ex, but somehow he managed not
to. It helped that he was teasing Cindy into a heightened state of
arousal with tidbits of the lifestyle. And now it was time to make
his move. He brushed his lips gently against her ear. “I know you
want to feel the sting on your ass. Don’t deny it. Your face is
flushed, your eyes are cloudy, your breathing has increased, and
with the way you’ve been squirming on the chair all night, I bet
you’re wet. Real wet.” Jonathan ran a hand up her thigh and stopped
just short of her panties. Her eyelids fluttered closed and she
moaned through closed lips. He chuckled. Hook, line and sinker. She
was under his spell.

He caught Linda’s gaze and winked as he
tilted his head toward Cindy. He settled his arm around the back of
Cindy’s chair and Linda grinned, shaking her head. Jonathan
continued to rub Cindy’s thigh and trail his fingers close, so
close to her sweet spot. She leaned into him and her breathing grew
raspy. “Blondie, let me spank you. I’ll be gentle if that’s what
you want, but I don’t believe for one minute that that’s what you
want.”

She didn’t reply so he stopped his assault
on her senses. Her head popped up at his hand leaving her leg.
Looking her in the eyes, he asked, “Do you want it?” She gasped,
and her glazed over expression said it all. “I need to hear you say
it. Tell me you want it.”

Cindy breathed out a word that sounded like,
“Yes.”

“Yes, what Blondie? I need to hear the
words.” His attention turned completely on her, no one else in the
room mattered. He always took training seriously, and she’d said
yes, so he immediately went from fun and games to serious as
ever.

“Yes, I want it.”

“What do you want, Blondie? Tell me.” He
threaded his fingers in her hair and gave it a good tug. “Say the
words.”

“I want you to spank me.” The words flew
from her mouth, quick and urgent.

“Come. Let’s go.” He stood and held out his
hand for her.

He could tell her nerves were on edge, but
knew this was a conscious decision on her part. He led her to a
dark corner with a spanking horse. “I won’t hurt you. I promise,
but if at any time you want to stop, just say airplane or red, and
it ends immediately. Just like I explained earlier about safewords,
airplane is yours. Understand?”

She nodded her head yes, with her gaze never
leaving the spanking horse. He cupped her face to get her
attention, and looked her in the eyes. “Understand? If so, what’s
your safeword?”

The shy woman vanished in front of him.
“Airplane.” Her answer was loud and confident as she pushed her
small breasts out in front of her. “Should I call you Sir?”

“Very good, Blondie, if you want to. I know
I’d like that very much.” He smiled, running his thumbs over her
cheeks. He spun her around and she gasped. “On the bench,” he
ordered. She went to her knees immediately and her hands went out
to the sides. They watched enough people throughout the night that
she obviously knew what to do. “I won’t restrain you since this is
your first time, but do not move or I’ll stop.”

He hadn’t asked her to remove her soft
cotton pants. That might be too much for a newbie even if she did
want it. Her pants were thin enough that she’d feel the sting, but
he didn’t plan on spanking her that hard, just enough to give her a
taste. He massaged her ass good and hard. She moaned and wiggled,
and he pulled back. “What did I say, Blondie? No. Moving.”

She stilled and waited. He made her wait a
long while before he started again. This time she didn’t move. He
grinned. Raising a hand he swatted her right cheek. She didn’t
move. “Breathe,” he ordered. He saw her back move as she inhaled a
deep breath. He smacked her other side while she kept her body
still. “Good girl.”

After a few good playful slaps, he smacked
her a bit harder. Moaning filled his ears, and his inner Dom smiled
as he continued slapping her some more. He knew she’d enjoy it due
to his ability to read people. Everyone but Roxi. His gut twisted
at the thought of her, and then he ended the session with Cindy. It
wouldn’t be fair to her to continue with a heavy heart.

He pulled her up into a firm embrace.
Resting his chin on the top of her head he spoke softly to her,
reassuring her that she did well. People have different emotions
after a spanking so he found it best to coddle everyone with
aftercare until he got a handle on the person, no matter how tame
the session.

As he was talking to Cindy, he ran his hand
over her head and he glanced across the room at nothing. When he
focused, he found a pair of eyes staring directly back at him.
Roxi’s eyes. Her mouth hung open in disbelief; she shook her head
and ran off. His initial instinct was to run after her to consol
her or comfort her, whatever she needed. Instead he gripped on to
Cindy a little harder. Roxi dismissed him. He wasn’t hers to go
after anymore.

When Jonathan and Cindy returned to the
table, everyone applauded them, and their friends’ faces were wild
with excitement. Cindy positively glowed, but not in an embarrassed
state. Arousal marked her flushed cheeks and her bright eyes.

Jonathan sat next to Linda. Pulling Cindy
into his lap, he leaned over to Linda’s ear and spoke only so she
could hear. “I’ll be cashing in on my winnings, but not tonight.
I’m drained. Tomorrow.” His lips pulled into a wicked smile.

“My pleasure,” she purred.

“You okay doll?” Jonathan wanted to make
sure Cindy was all right before he released her of his care.

She faced him and smiled from ear to ear.
“I’m very okay, Sir.” She kissed him on the cheek and hugged him
while whispering a thank you in his ear. She stood and he gave her
a light tap on the ass as she went to sit in her own chair.

“Does she have anyone to take care of her?
She’s horny as hell.” Jonathan jerked his head toward Cindy.

Linda’s sight went to the trio across from
her. “She’ll get Billy for a quickie when they get home.”

“What? Does Damien mind?” He looked toward
the two men and couldn’t begin to understand their relationship.
They weren’t as vanilla as he thought.

“No, it’s all right. Billy is actually Bi
and Damien doesn’t mind as long as it’s someone he approves of. He
likes Cindy. Look.” She tilted her drink in their direction.

Damien put his arm around Cindy and
whispered something in her ear. Cindy turned to look at Billy, and
he gave her a devious grin. Oh yeah, she’d be taken care of. Damien
reached out and massaged up and down her back. She pressed into his
touch and Billy cupped her breast. Cindy’s mouth popped open and
Billy’s mouth met hers.

“Does Damien ever participate?” He continued
to watch the trio in their touchy feely ways wondering what it
would be like.

“In a small way he does. He isn’t into
“girlie” parts as he says, so he just sits by and watches and
caresses them both. It isn’t really a turn-on for him, but he gets
an emotional joy in their pleasure.”

“It’s very sweet, and—and comforting.” She
sighed with a far-off look in her eyes.

Jonathan eyed Linda carefully. “Do
you
enjoy it?”

“It’s nice,” she murmured, and then caught
herself. “How did you know?” Her hand flew to her chest.

“I can read people. During my initial
meeting with Billy, I figured him for one of your fuck buddies, but
when you told me he was gay I thought I read him wrong. Obviously I
was correct on my first assumption.”

“You were. I’m sorry, I should’ve mentioned
it.” She fidgeted in her chair while looking away from
Jonathan.

He turned and lifted her chin, pressing a
small kiss to her lips. “No worries. Who you’ve fucked isn’t my
business now, is it?” He didn’t mean to be so forthcoming, but he
was beginning to think of Linda as his own.

A thick tension filled the air around them.
Part sexual, and part something else he couldn’t quite figure out.
He had feelings for her, and while he wasn’t jealous of her being
with other guys, he wished she could belong to him. Developing
feelings for her were growing stronger every day.

After they arrived home, the trio went
immediately to Cindy’s room. Jonathan dropped to the couch and
Linda joined him.

“Are the walls thin here?” Jonathan asked,
looking around the room.