Silken Desires (18 page)

Linda scrunched her face in confusion.
“Huh?”

“Remember how you feel after a spanking?
Every nerve is sensitive and you’re so ready to fuck? Well, that
poor girl’s libido has been running on high all night and she is
going to scream when the time comes.”
Or when she does.

“Ohhh.” Linda looked toward the hallway that
led to the bedrooms. “We’ll need earplugs then.”

Jonathan chuckled and leaned over, fishing
for the remote. Finding it he turned on the TV with the volume a
little higher than usual, and started to channel surf. He laid his
head back on the sofa and closed his eyes, getting lost in thoughts
about Roxi with that guy back in her apartment. Something in his
memory clicked out of nowhere. The man treated Roxi in an odd way.
He was more like her protector than an old friend. Who was he?
Shit!
Realization hit, he had to be Roxi’s Master from New
York. How could he have not figured it out sooner? Pain and
jealousy swam around him. He reached up and pinched the bridge of
his nose, and squeezed his eyes closed tighter to fight any kind of
tears that might threaten. She was back with her former Master. Any
small hope for him and Roxi vanished in that moment.

Linda whispered in his ear. “I don’t know
what you’re thinking about right now, but let me help you forget
it.” He didn’t open his eyes as he felt her unbutton his jeans and
slip his underwear down exposing his cock. He wasn’t hard, but her
touch while opening his pants started to wake things up.

Just as Linda’s head lowered, loud female
moans echoed throughout the house. Jonathan chuckled to himself,
and Linda’s tongue found the head of his dick. He sucked air in
through his teeth and he felt himself completely harden. Emptying
his mind of anything and everything but the feeling of her hot, wet
mouth. Moments later he heard Cindy and Billy grunting and
screaming in release.

Linda took her time with him and he finally
relaxed to enjoy it. Each lick, suck, and slurp bringing him closer
to the brink and then she’d slow her efforts. She was teasing him,
and he loved it.

“Oh, sorry!” A man’s voice made Jonathan’s
head popped up. Damien stood there, with mouth agape and an
erection tenting his boxers. Linda tried to lift up, but Jonathan
pressed a hand to the back of her head encouraging her to
continue.

“No worries.” Jonathan was never much on
public viewing when he was the party involved, but he no longer
cared. He laid his head back and closed his eyes, surrendering his
thoughts to her mouth again.

Linda became needy and started sucking him
eagerly, he could hold back no longer. Watching his cock slide in
and out of her lips, his hips started pumping her mouth and then he
filled her with his seed which she hungrily swallowed. She sat back
on her heels wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, and he
remained where he was, trying to speak. “Thank you,” he whispered.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Damien quietly retreat back
toward the bedrooms.

***

Something buzzed in the dark and Jonathan
tried to make heads or tails of the situation. He was in Linda’s
guest room, it was dark and he heard a noise. A repeated buzzing
sound. Startled awake he realized it came from his phone. Someone
was calling him in the middle of the night. Something had to be
wrong. His heart pounded against his rib-cage. He grabbed at his
phone and, not being able to see it, he batted it away and it fell
to the floor. At least it landed face up and he could see it
lighting up the room. Stretching his arm to the floor, he grabbed
it.

Not in time though. He saw Jake’s number on
the screen a split second before it faded away. It went to voice
mail. He waited a few seconds for Jake to leave a message before
returning his call. Without listening to the message he hit the
speed dial to phone him back.

“Jake? Is everything all right?”

“I don’t know, man. It’s Roxi.”

“What about Roxi?” Jonathan shot up and was
on his feet without knowing how he got there so quickly. He paced
the room, and ran his hand through his hair, settling his fingers
on the back of his neck.

“Roy called me. It’s his night off from the
gym, and he’s into more of the edgy kind of stuff, ya know.
Normally I wouldn’t tell you, but...” Jonathan knew this because he
saw Roy on occasion at the club. “He’s out at Slipknot tonight,
man. Roxi’s there, and—”

“And what Jake? What the fuck is going on?
Tell me
now
.” His voice boomed thunderous. It was no
surprise that Linda came flying in when she did.

Linda walked up next to Jonathan and put her
hand on his forearm. He put his free hand over hers and yelled into
the phone, “Jake, I’m waiting!” His teeth hurt from grinding them
together.

“I’m not sure, but he says it’s her. It
can’t be though, can it?”

“Jake quit with the bullshit. Is Roxi hurt
or in trouble?”

“I don’t know. Kristy and I are driving out
there to check on her.” Jonathan heard the car doors slam as the
car engine turned over in the background. “Roy says she is being
whipped by some guy he’s never seen before. He says everything
looks fine, but he just wanted me to know. I don’t like this.”

Jonathan let out a deep breath. “Is that
all? Good God you scared the shit out of me.”

Now it was Jake’s turn to yell. “What do you
mean
is that all
? Someone—some stranger—is whipping my
sister at Slipknot.”

“Listen to me, Jake.” When Jake continued on
his rant, Jonathan yelled, “Shut the fuck up and listen!” Jake
quieted enough for Jonathan to speak.

“I can meet you at Slipknot in thirty
minutes. I’ll explain when I get there.” He hung up without
listening to what Jake had to say.

“Is everything okay?” Linda asked.

“I think so. Go back to bed. I’ll be back a
little later.” He pressed a kiss to her forehead.

“Can I come with you?” she asked.

Should she? Linda might just get in the way,
or Roxi might react badly toward her if there’s a confrontation,
but he needed her by his side. “Yeah, sure, but hurry and get
dressed. Jake is flipping out, and I need to calm him before he
breaks someone’s neck.”

Linda and Jonathan made it to the club
before Kristy and Jake. Inside, Jonathan spotted Roy and approached
him. The men shook hands and Linda was introduced.

“How’s it going?” He nodded in the direction
of Roxi. “Is she doing all right?”

Roy shrugged. “Seems to be, but I can’t be
too sure. I didn’t think you two were together anymore so I called
Jake. Sorry.” Everyone’s attention went to Roxi.

“You’re right, we’re not together, but Jake
flipped out. He doesn’t know what his sister does in her spare
time. It’s not something you discuss over turkey at Thanksgiving or
anything.” He shook his head and laughed a humorless laugh.
“Imagine? Hey Jake, pass the potatoes, oh and by the way, I’m a
pain slut.”

“What’s this shit?” Jake’s voice boomed
behind him and Jonathan turned to see his gaze go over his
shoulder. “Watch what you say about my…” His voice trailed off as
he spotted Roxi in her barely-there outfit, restrained to a wooden
St. Andrews cross with Liam whipping her back. “Jonathan? What’s
going on?” His voice waivered.

“She’s doing what she wants. She likes this
shit, Jake.
This
.” He swept his hand toward her. “This is
what came between us. She wants it, and I can’t give it to her.
This is why she ran away, and
that’s
who she was with all
that time.” Jonathan gave a nod in Liam’s direction.

Jonathan watched her previous Master whip
Roxi with ease. The man proved to be a master with the whip and as
graceful as he’d ever seen. Liam’s face remained relaxed with a
slight smile. He appeared to be enjoying the raised red welts he
left behind on her back and ass, and there were a lot. She would
need some minor first aid when the session was over, and it tore
him up inside. He’d seen other subs and bottoms receive horrible
welts due to the whip, but this was different, this was his sweet
Roxi. Visions of her in the sixth grade popped into his head, but
the crack of the whip brought him back to the current time.

The five of them stood and watched for a few
moments until Kristy walked closer. The men followed behind her as
she stopped just near the staging area, kneeling to watch. “I think
she likes it, I mean really,
really
likes it. Look at her
face, so full of passion. I—I think she’s about to climax.”
Kristy’s voice sounded with the shock they were all experiencing,
except for Jonathan.

He watched his buddy look toward the floor,
rubbing a hand over his head and shifting uncomfortably. He patted
Jake on the back. “She’s okay man, this is what she likes. Just
think of her as any other client in a session, or a sub with her
Dom.”

“I can’t. She’s my sister.” He shook his
head and walked toward the bar. Jonathan turned to follow after
him, but a hand rested on his shoulder.

That hand belonged to Liam. Jonathan looked
at him for a long moment before speaking. “When do you two leave
for New York?”

“That’s up to you.” He offered Jonathan the
whip. “Finish her off. She needs you. I can’t give her what you
can. She needs more than just this, she needs you.”

“It’s the other way around. I can’t give her
this
.” He pointed to the whip.

“This is not what it’s all about. I thought
you showing up here meant you understood and had it figured out,
but I see you don’t. You’re the bad boy with a heart of gold, but
you’ll only ever share that heart with one person.” Liam’s
expression was blank. “Go. You know what to do.” Jonathan took the
whip as Liam nudged him in her direction. “Make our girl
happy.”

Jonathan looked down at the whip and then to
the swollen marks on Roxi’s back. “I can’t do this.” He dropped the
whip, shoved desperately through a small crowd of people talking,
and walked out.

The warm air felt hot on his skin, but at
least he felt unrestricted outside. He breathed in, filling his
lungs as full as he could get them and blew it out. “Fuck!” He
leaned over on his knees.

“Jonathan?” Linda was at his side.

He didn’t look at her. “Just give me a
minute. I’ll be fine.”

“I’ll be inside.” She spoke softly. Her
steps retreated slowly, but he didn’t look up. Still hunched over,
leaning on his knees, he heard someone else approach. The steps
were louder and made longer strides than Linda’s.

“You’re one lucky son of a bitch and you
don’t have the slightest clue, do you?” Liam’s voice had an edge of
anger.

Standing straight, all Jonathan could do was
look at the man. Plain faced yet attractive, not at all muscular in
any way, yet he had a presence about him that said he was in
charge. He blinked. “Shouldn’t you be inside with Roxi?” Jonathan
asked.

“Your friend Kristy is with her. I wanted to
talk to you. Alone.”

“Talk fast.” Jonathan stood clenching his
fists. Liam wasn’t with Roxi after the kind of session they had and
he damn well should’ve been.

“She asked for it tonight, she didn’t need
it, but she wanted it. I’ve been making her go without. I’m trying
to wean her. For you.” He lifted his hand to Jonathan’s shoulder
and gripped it softly.

“What? That makes no sense. The two of you
are perfect for one another. I don’t understand.” Jonathan shook
his head.

“You’ve been with her since childhood,
except for her time in New York. Correct?” He gave a nod.

“Yes, and?” He shot Liam a look that he knew
didn’t come off friendly at all. He just wanted to get the hell out
of there and go back to Linda’s place to sleep. A temporary means
to forgetting and escaping his pain.

“When was the first time she told you she
loved you?” Liam raised an eyebrow to him, and waited for his
reply.

Jonathan huffed out a breath in annoyance.
“I don’t know. We used to say it all the time when no one was
around. It was our special thing because she never said it to
anyone else. She didn’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings, so that’s
why it had to be in private.” Jonathan forced himself to calm down
and relax, thinking of the past.

“When was the first time she said it, and
really meant it, to the point you could see it in her eyes?” Liam’s
face showed nothing but concern.

It was in high school. They were sitting on
the hood of his car after homecoming her senior year. She looked
over at him, took his hand, and said, “I love you Jonathan.” Then
she kissed him, and it was a kiss he felt resonate throughout his
whole body, heart and soul. “When we were in high school.”

“Has she ever stopped loving you?” Liam
slipped his hands into the pockets of his dress pants. Did the man
always dress in business attire?

“I don’t know.” Jonathan shrugged.

“Yes, yes you do. Think about that look in
her eyes when she finally figured out that she loved you on a
deeper level. Did that look ever go away? When she looked at you
across the room earlier this evening, did you see the love in her
eyes?”

He hadn’t even noticed Liam in the building
earlier, but yes, he did notice the way she looked at him. His
heart lurched and his stomach knotted. “Yes, I saw it.”

“Good.” It was all Liam said before he
walked away, leaving Jonathan by himself.

Jake came out next, and before he could say
anything, Jonathan spoke, “I’m coming inside now.”

“Wait a minute. Before you do, I want to
tell you something. I know I’ve been
busy
with Kristy.” A
small grin teased at his lips and then he pressed them together
tightly. “But I’m still your best friend; you can call me and talk
to me if you need to. I’m not even sure what’s going on, but I want
to help in any way I can. You look fucking miserable. You were
there for me and Kristy. Mostly Kristy, and I have you to thank for
us being together.”