Silken Desires (26 page)

Roxi jumped to her feet and pulled Kristy
off the bed. “Oh. My. God.” Hugging her, both women were laughing
and crying at the same time. “What a happy day.”

“It really is official, you’ve all lost it.”
Jake stood and pulled the girls apart and stood between them with
his chest puffed out, and hands clenched at his side.

“Jake I know it seems your whole world was
flipped upside down today, but look, Rox and I are together,
forever.” Jonathan brushed his fingers over Roxi’s collar and held
up her hand with the engagement ring for him to see. “Aren’t you
happy for us?”

Jake’s demeanor softened, and he relaxed his
fists. “Yeah, man. Sorry. I don’t know what’s come over me. My
sister’s lifestyle choices have thrown me off.” He walked over to
Jonathan and extended a hand. “Congratulations.”

Bypassing his hand, Jonathan went in for a
man hug. “I love you, bro. You’ll be my best man right?”

“Of course.” He returned the embrace. “Love
you too.”

When the men stepped apart, Jake turned to
Roxi. “Are you happy?” he asked.

“I am.” She took a step toward him, and
stopped. Jake hesitated at first, but then took a few steps to
close the gap between them. She ran her hand down his arm. “I love
you, and I know you’re having a hard time digesting my choices, but
I’m happy, and I’m going to marry Jonathan.” She poked a finger at
his chest. “And you will just have to deal with the fact that I
love pain, and I’m willing to be Jonathan’s slut.” She looked down
to her chest and fingered the words. “I’ve dealt with you and your
kinky ass self for years, now do me the common courtesy, and
respect my choices.”

“I do respect them. It’s just hard for me,
you’re my sister and I’m naturally protective of you. The only
saving grace is that it’s Jonathan topping you. I know he would
never, never give you more than you could handle.” He took her hand
and laced their fingers together.

“It’s just the opposite.” Her eyes found
Jonathan’s. “He doesn’t give me enough, but we’re working on it.”
She smiled and turned her attention back to her brother.

It was Jake’s turn to look at Jonathan. “Now
I understand why you were running in the gym.”

“Yeah, it’s hard for me. I’ve never had a
problem in the club sceneing with anyone else in that way, but this
is Roxi. Ya know? And we never had the chance to grow together like
this. She moved on without me. Now I have to play catch up.”

“I have faith that the two of you will work
it out.” Jake finally let go of Roxi’s hand and pulled her into a
hug. “Congratulations, sis, I’m happy for you both.”

“Well, hell. I have news too.” Kristy walked
over to her pocketbook on the bed, reached in, and pulled out a
small white gift box. “I was going to wait until later to give this
to you, but I can’t wait another minute.”

Jake took the box Kristy offered him and
studied it. He turned his head to Jonathan and Roxi. “Why do I have
a feeling you guys know what this is about?” Both were grinning
madly, but said nothing.

Slowly pulling the ribbon loose, his gaze
went to Kristy. She nodded, encouraging him to keep going. He
handed her the ribbon and stared at the box a moment before
removing the lid. Once it was open, he stared at it. Finally Jake’s
hand moved and pulled something out of the box. It was a folded
cloth of some sort. Jonathan could see Kristy bouncing on her heels
anxiously waiting for Jake to figure it out. He held it up and his
eyebrows pulled together. “Unfold it,” Kristy instructed.

As he unfolded the item, little strings
popped out. With it completely unfolded, he held up a baby bib.
“Read it.” Kristy pointed to the front of the bib.

“I love my Dad.” Jake annunciated each word,
and his face went from confused, to surprised.

Jake dropped the box, clenched onto the bib,
and pulled Kristy into a hug, burying his face in the crook of her
neck. Jonathan couldn’t be too sure, but he thought Jake was
crying. Kristy certainly was. Jonathan caught her gaze when she
opened her eyes and he winked at her while taking Roxi’s hand and
heading to the door.

On the way out, he heard Jake say, “I’m
gonna be a daddy?”

And Kristy responded, “Yes, Jake, you’re
gonna to be a daddy.”

Jonathan gave Roxi’s hand a squeeze. “One
day, that’s gonna be you and me.”

Jonathan couldn’t believe the turn of events
in his life. His friends were married with a baby on the way, and
Roxi was his in every way—forever.

They’d worked hard in the playroom the past
month trying to get the mix right for the both of them to be
content, but usually ended up making each session about one’s
wishes or the other. They weren’t able to both have their needs met
in the same scene. But that was okay, they were both satisfied with
that, and besides, they had the future to fine-tune things.

Roxi arrived home from working at the temp
agency, and announced, “The newspaper hired me permanently for
their research department!” Her face shone in excitement, and his
heart swelled with pride.

Jonathan rose from the couch and embraced
her as she jumped into his arms. “That’s great Angel,
congratulations.” He pressed a kiss to her forehead and lingered
there for a moment enjoying her scent.

They settled on the couch with her snuggled
against him, and he draped his arm across the back of the sofa. She
went on and on about her new job, new boss, and what her
responsibilities were, but Jonathan couldn’t concentrate on a word
she was saying. All he could do was gaze at her, and think about
how smart, beautiful, and caring she was.

“Jonathan?” She gently nudged his side with
her elbow.

“Hmm?” He absentmindedly responded.

“What do you think?”

He paused a moment, unable to recall a
question even being asked, and smiled. “I think that I couldn’t
possibly love you more than I do right now.” Pulling her onto his
lap, he leaned in and cupped her cheek with his hand, and when
their lips met he moaned as his dick stiffened.

She kissed him back with a giggle escaping
her throat, but the laugh was abandoned once she met his tempo.
Their tongues danced a sensual dance slowly and seductively in each
other’s mouths.

Roxi pulled away first and parted her lips
to speak. Jonathan put a finger to her lips. “No talking.”

“But that’s for the play—”

“
Angel
,” he warned, and pulled her
back to his kisses. Her lips, warm and soft, gave into him and
pressed, sucked, and pulled on his in answer to the desire he felt
building inside of him.

Bunching her blouse up around her back, he
slid it slowly up and over her head, leaving her in a silky blue
camisole. His palm worked down her breast bone and swept across her
breasts in passing. Roxi threw her head back as he returned and
concentrated on her hardening nipples. Her breath stuttered and she
let out a small noise.

“Shhh.” Jonathan stopped his assault on her
breast and placed small kisses along the side of her neck. Stopping
at her ear, he whispered, “Silence, Angel. Complete silence.” He
nipped at her earlobe and ran his tongue down to her collarbone,
giving it a suck. She shivered.

He abandoned his shirt and placed her hands
on his chest. She tweaked his nipples and his already-hard cock
pressed painfully against denim. Jonathan rose, placing her on the
couch as he discarded his jeans. He stood completely naked before
her with his throbbing cock only inches from her face, and she
licked her lips. Lifting her chin with his fingertips, he shook his
head.

Offering her a hand, he pulled her to her
feet and removed her skirt and panties to reveal her sheer,
thigh-high stockings. She went to slip out of her heels, and he
said, “No, leave them on.” Roxi stopped and looked at him through
hooded eyes.

Jonathan pulled a blanket across the couch,
and then lay on it, drawing Roxi down on top of him. Grabbing her
tenderly behind the neck, he possessed her mouth once again, slow
and sensual.

Roxi’s breathing picked up and she started
to rub her body on his. Not breaking their kiss, he trailed his
fingers down her back still dressed in the silk camisole. He
grabbed her ass firmly, stopping her movement against him. Keeping
his hands on her cheeks, he massaged them, gradually getting closer
to her pussy. Inching close but not touching, he stopped. She
pulled away from his mouth and breathed out a frustrated
breath.

Jonathan’s lips pulled into a sly grin, and
then he licked at her lips asking for entrance again. Her lips
parted and their tongues swirled back into their rhythm. Hands
remaining where they were, he began to knead the globes of her ass,
making sure to pass his fingertips between her legs along her
folds.

Unable to reach the spot he really wanted;
he broke the kiss and pushed her up to straddle him without
penetration. Her face was pink with arousal, and her chest rose and
fell rapidly. They normally didn’t take their time to make love,
but today he craved something different, something more. He had a
need to savor every second of every minute. By her reaction he
could tell Roxi was extremely aroused and frustrated. She stared
down at him, waiting with wild eyes, mouth parted in a pant.

“Play with your clit.” He didn’t ask often,
but when he did she was always hesitant. Right then, however, she
was not. Her hand went straight to her pussy and she began rubbing
her nub fast and furious. “Pinch your nipple.” Her free hand rose
and grabbed hard at her breast kneading it, and then she smoothed
her palm and her fingers found her hardened peak through the blue
silk. Tugging, pulling, and rubbing on her own flesh, she bit her
lip, and he could tell she was trying her hardest not to make a
sound.

Jonathan’s hands slid down her side, feeling
the cool material under his palms. He paused at her naked hips and
grabbed firmly while sliding her back and forth to feel her wet
pussy rub against his cock. It was maddening, but he kept his
cool—just barely.

Her legs tensed, raspy sporadic breaths left
her mouth, and her body began rocking. “Stop,” he said. She
responded immediately, and let out a huge slow controlled breath.
“I want you.” That’s all he needed to say. She lifted and
positioned his cock under her and then she dropped down his
length.

He moaned from the contact and at the act of
filling her. He was so aroused that he knew it wouldn’t be long,
but he wanted to last as long as he could, for her. He watched her
as she bounced up and down on him. His hands helped to lift and
settled her with each move. She was beautiful, her face emitting an
erotic glow, and torture marking her face as she tried to remain
quiet.

His grip on her waist tightened, and his
breath stuttered. He could feel the beginning of the end for him
and it felt so good. So good that he couldn’t turn back now if he
wanted to. His eyes closed as his balls tightened and he grunted
his released of warm seed deep inside of her. “I fucking love you
Roxi. So. Damn. Much.” The last few words came with deep thrusts of
his hips into her pussy which throbbed with spasms. She, too, found
her release. He opened his eyes to watch her writhe in sheer
ecstasy.

He felt emotion shoot through him so strong
it was dizzying. With a lump in his throat and a tightening in his
chest, tears rolled off his face and sobs pulled from his throat.
As Roxi lost control she screamed out his name repeatedly. When
they both slowed their efforts she fell forward on his chest and
she began to weep with him. “Oh, Jonathan.”

***

She couldn’t help the tears; her emotions
were far too strong to hold back. The two of them held one another
tightly and cried together. Words weren’t needed. They remained
connected for some time until they both quieted. When she knew
Jonathan had regained his composure, she pulled away from him and
smiled. Her body still tingled from one of the most powerful
orgasms to ever take her body without pain. She was blown away and
didn’t think she was capable any more.

They were at a point in their relationship
where they could be brutally honest with one another and that
honesty translated into their lovemaking as well. True raw emotion
had dictated their passion, and she felt closer to Jonathan than
ever before.

He wrapped his arms around her and held her
tightly. She felt his breath on her neck, and he whispered harshly
into her ear, “Playroom.” Her heart sped instantly hearing in his
voice how badly he needed it, and she knew she did too after being
emotionally wiped out.

Jonathan strapped her trembling, naked body
to the spanking bench. Her heart pounded in her chest like it
normally did, but this time it was different. Anxiety rippled
through her. She could hear the whip cracking in the air above her
and inwardly winced.

Panic consumed her and she pulled at the
restraints, but they prevented her from moving the slightest bit,
making her feel a little claustrophobic. Before she could get her
breathing right, the whip snapped her ass, and it hurt, not in a
good way either. Something was off, something was different,
something was wrong. The whip came down on her repeatedly as
Jonathan was being relentless; he gave it his all. She started
crying and didn’t think she could take it anymore.

“
No, no, no!”
She cried.
Why isn’t
he stopping?
The whip burned her ass one slice at a time. “God,
no!” She screamed. Her breaths were halted with each slap of the
whip, and it was hard to get the oxygen back in her lungs. “Please,
no,” she whimpered, as the tears poured from her eyes. Her
continued protests went unheard because she lost the strength to
yell out loud enough for him to hear.

Pain, pain, pain
, that’s all that she
could feel and think about, she couldn’t get her head straight. She
just wanted it to stop, but how? Then her vision blurred and went
from white to the color of blood. “RED!” She cried out as loud as
her lungs would allow.