Silken Desires (6 page)

More silence went by, she wanted to express
more to him, and help him to understand her motives. “Watching you
in the playroom, God that was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen, and
I couldn’t help it. Seeing you like that, it drudged up dormant
feelings, and I needed release. Thank you.” Roxi tucked a strand of
her shoulder length brown hair behind her ear, and a tear slid from
her lower lid down her cheek. She sniffled and wiped it away with
the back of her hand.

“Anything for you Roxi, you know that.” He
trailed his fingers down her arm and locked fingers with her.

Ripping her fingers from his, she said, “Do
I? Do I know that? We haven’t had a civil conversation since I’ve
been back. Every time we try, it ends up being an argument ending
with animalistic sex. I really don’t know a damn thing about how
you feel for me, or how far you’d go for me.”

Trying not to feel the hurt that started
working up inside of him, he sighed. “I’m here now, aren’t I?”

“Yeah, about that, I think it’s out of guilt
that you’re here and nothing more.” Hearing her tone he knew a
fight was brewing, and the remainder of her tears released. He knew
what would be next by the way her eyebrows pulled together.

“Roxi. Shhhh.” He pressed a finger to her
lips knowing she would argue with what he was about to say. “Just
kiss me, Angel.” She didn’t move, and the look she gave him said he
was crazy. But when he moved in to kiss her on the lips, she didn’t
pull away. When he used her pet name she behaved like a good little
sub.

The kisses grew harder, deeper, and wetter.
His dick sprang to life and she rubbed against his hardness, and
that’s when he pulled back. “Let’s take this slow. I want you, but
you’re still injured. When you’re well again, I want to make love
to you slowly and carefully. Don’t argue me about it. I won’t
change my mind.” He stroked her skin up the length of her arm.

She drew in a deep breath, exhaled, and
rolled over. “Good night, Sir.”

He slid over and spooned her from behind.
Kissing the back of her head, he said, “Good night, Angel.”

***

When Roxi woke, a bright light shone in from
a crack in the curtains, and the bed next to her was empty. She
smelled coffee. Heading out to the kitchen, she saw Jonathan
reading the newspaper in the living room. Taking up residence in
front of him, she sat on the edge of the coffee table. “About last
night, I’m sorry I behaved the way I did. Now, in the morning’s
light, I know I acted without thinking, it was stupid of me.”

He folded the newspaper and set it on the
couch beside him. With a blank look on his face, he gave her a curt
nod. “It’s okay, I understand.”

“You do?” Her voice sounded in a surprised
tone.

“You have needs, and I get that.” He smiled
at her and she found herself smiling back. “But, I want to be your
Dom of choice when those needs arise again. I will not be your
Master though. That ship has sailed.”

Even though that last part stung and she
wanted him to be her Master, she knew he was taking a big step with
his offer. She was elated that he wanted to dominate her, so she’d
find a way to be happy with just that. “Jonathan I would love that,
but you have to understand something. I’ve changed. I’ve embraced
what I am, and I don’t think you have.”

“You mean the pain slut part of it?” Pushing
to the edge of the couch he rested his elbows on his thighs. “I can
deal.”

She rose and shifted from foot to foot in a
rocking motion. “I don’t understand. You were so against using the
whip on me.”

“During our last scene together before you
left me, I saw desire in your eyes when you asked me to whip you.
Your face, body, and soul cried out to me during our play session.
I knew in that moment you truly enjoyed the pain. I never said
anything to anyone about it. That’s your decision to make if you
want people to know.” He pulled her onto his lap. “I took classes
on how to administer pain in a safe way, and how to throw a
bullwhip. I did that for you in the hopes you’d be back, but by
month three when you hadn’t returned or contacted me, I pretty much
lost hope of ever seeing you again. I did so well at throwing that
my instructors encouraged me to learn more and enter contests. I
did that for a while and then lost interest. My heart wasn’t into
it.” Depositing her on the couch next to him, he stood and shoved
his hands into his pockets looking a bit distressed.

“Why? What happened?” She searched his eyes
trying to read his mood.

“You left me, and when you did, you took my
heart with you.” He looked away from her.

Roxi gasped and her chest tightened in
response to his words. Jonathan took hold of her arm and pulled her
up and close to him. “It’s all right. I’m okay now. I’ve moved on,
as did you.” He wrapped his arm around her back, and pressed his
fingers against her scars as if she needed reminding. “Do you want
to talk about it?”

She sighed heavily and leaned deeper into
his chest while he played with her hair, twisting and winding it
around his fingers. “When I left I went to New York City. I never
told anyone where I went. I didn’t want anyone to come looking for
me while I was trying to find myself.”

“Did you?” He looked down at her face.

She scrunched her forehead. “Did I
what?”

“Find yourself?”

Roxi closed her eyes tightly. “No. I felt
even more lost. I ended up with a sadist who I connected with, but
it wasn’t what I wanted. It really wasn’t as bad as it could have
been. I got lucky I didn’t land in a bad situation. My mind
probably wouldn’t have known the difference, I was so messed
up.”

“Oh, Rox. I’m so sorry, honey.” He pressed a
kiss to the top of her head, and held her firmly.

“Don’t be. I loved the way my Master treated
me, and I kept going back for more until he invited me to live with
him permanently. That’s when I knew if I did, I’d be lost forever.
So I came back here. I don’t know, I think I’m wired wrong or
something, Jonathan.” She played with a tear in the knee of her
sweatpants, running her finger along the hole. “I came back here
because I didn’t know where else to go.”

“You came to the right place. I’ll help you,
but not until you are healed properly.” He squatted in front of her
and ran his finger gently over her bruise. “We do this on my terms,
and we can’t let feelings get in the way.”

She wanted more pain than he could dish out,
and that was something she wasn’t sure he could pull off. A jingle
played from across the room distracting her from her thoughts. “Oh,
that must be Linda. You should get it, or I’ll get it for you.”
Roxi tried to pull away from him to retrieve his cell phone, but he
held her in place to prevent her from rising.

“No.” He placed his palm on her shoulder.
“Let it go to voicemail.”

He looked sad, or at least that’s what she
thought. Probably because he was stuck there taking care of her.
She noted the few times they’d spoken of Linda that his eyes lit up
and he smiled genuinely. Wanting to cash in on that contentment,
she decided to plan a surprise for Jonathan.

Sure, she’d be jealous of the other woman,
but he might as well be content. No reason he couldn’t be happy,
and
help to meet her own needs at the same time.

Later that same night, a knock at the door
jolted Jonathan from his reading.

Roxi went to answer the door. “It’s for
you.” She hesitated before actually opening it. He cocked his head,
and she smiled.

Swinging the door open, Roxi immediately
stepped to the side to reveal none other than the flight attendant,
Linda. Jonathan sat upright. He hadn’t actually seen her since he
abruptly left her at the airport to care for Roxi.

“Aren’t you going to say hello?” Roxi
asked.

“Yes, of course.” He stood. “I wasn’t
expecting a visitor.” He narrowed his eyes, giving his face a
dangerous edge. Roxi looked to the floor and dropped her arms to
her sides in submission as he walked past her. “Hello, Linda. This
is a nice surprise.” He held his hands out in front of him in
greeting, and took her hands.

“You were in the shower when I phoned; Roxi
called me back, and told me to swing by. I hope that’s okay?” Her
voice filled with excitement, and her face was simply beautiful.
How could he turn her away?

“Come in.” He shot Roxi a menacing gaze.
“Linda, have a seat, and I’ll get you a drink.” He showed her to
the couch, and when Roxi joined them he grasped Roxi by the arm.
“Come,” he whispered in her ear.

Once in the kitchen, he stood close to Roxi
and looked down into her face. “Why, Angel? Why would you invite
that woman to your home?”

At hearing her pet name, she dropped her
chin. “For you, Sir. You’ve been cooped up in this house taking
care of me, and I thought you could use a night out.”

“You, Angel, are not to think about what I
want or what I need. I’ll take Linda out and enjoy myself, but not
because you set this up, it’s because Linda is a nice woman who
doesn’t deserve to be sent away. I’ll deal with you when I return.”
He saw her shudder, and then he spun away from her and left.

***

“Is this where you bring all of your dates?”
Linda eyed the clientele at Stan’s, the local tapas bar that also
housed the members-only BDSM club, Underground Decadence. They sat
at the bar watching those around them while they waited for a
table.

“No, I don’t date.” He watched her closely
looking for signs that she might be interested in his lifestyle,
because when she removed her jacket she wore a dark gray strapless
mini dress with heels that made his dick hard when he looked at
them. His thoughts strayed to sliding her dress down over her
breasts, and pushing the hem up to play with her pussy. “Why do you
ask?”

“People here seem to know you.” She hadn’t
looked at him once since they arrived. A table full of men and
women dressed in leather, and a few more customers walking around
looked the part of his BDSM world.

“I spend a lot of time here. It’s close to
home.” He raised his beer to Frank, one of the Doms from the club,
who was seated across the room. Frank gave him a curt nod.

“Oh.” Her head spun in the direction
Jonathan had been looking.

Jonathan raised his hand to Master Kyle,
owner of the bar and club. The man walked over, stuffing a towel
inside a martini glass, twisting the cotton around to dry the water
droplets. “What’s going on tonight?” Jonathan nodded his head
toward the leather clad bunch carrying on at the table nearest
them.

“Frank’s on tonight. It’s gonna be a wild
one.” Judging by the look on Kyle’s face, it would be extreme.

“So, it’s all clear tonight,
Stan?
”
He looked at the black door marked “Private” that led down to the
exclusive club. “Stan” was a code word of sorts pertaining to the
availability of the club downstairs.

“Thinking you might
play
tonight?”
Kyle asked.

“Oh, you play in a band?” Linda looked back
and forth between them, and both men chuckled.

“We’ll see,” said Jonathan, to Kyle. “Linda,
I’d like you to meet my friend Kyle. Kyle this is Linda, she’s the
flight attendant I met on the way back from Jake and Kristy’s
wedding.”

Kyle lifted her hand toward his mouth
brushing his lips across her knuckles. Her look went from confused
to blushing. “Nice to meet you, Linda.” Kyle was an older man, but
he knew how to charm the ladies, no matter their age.

Kyle turned his attention back to Jonathan
“Are they back from the honeymoon yet?” When Jonathan shook his
head, Kyle grew serious, and asked, “How’s Roxi doing?”

“Better every day. Speaking of, I need to
discuss something with you. Do I need to set up an appointment?”
Jonathan pulled a swallow from his beer. He wanted to get Kyle’s
professional and confidential take on Roxi and her needs.

“No, I’m free all day tomorrow. Stop by
whenever.” Kyle placed the dried glass on a shelf above the
bar.

“Thanks, Kyle.”

A woman stood nearby waiting for the
bartender to serve her, so Kyle left with a wink. “You betcha. Nice
to meet you, pretty lady.”

Linda faced Jonathan full on. “So I’m
confused, is his name Stan or Kyle?”

“Caught on to that did you?” He laughed. “If
you’re a good girl, I’ll tell you later.”

They sat around mostly people-watching while
learning more about one another, and then the lights dimmed. He
ordered another round of drinks for them.

“Must be ten o’clock.” Jonathan looked
toward the ceiling.

“Why’s that?” Linda asked, following his
gaze.

“The lights dim at ten. Usually there is a
band, but tonight they have a DJ.” Not a minute later the DJ picked
up the microphone and introduced himself as the evening’s
entertainment. Jonathan leaned toward her. “Is this going to be all
right? Or should we go somewhere else?”

“Let’s stay, please? Do you dance? I love to
dance.” Her eyes widened with excitement. This woman would be easy
to please.

He nodded his head. “Yes, I dance. Go put in
a few requests for some songs and I’ll be right back.” She took off
for the stage while he pulled out his phone.

How are you doing? He texted Roxi.

She immediately replied, and he smiled.
I’m fine. Don’t worry about me.

I want you by the door kneeling when I
arrive. In fact, for your punishment, go kneel there now, and stay
until I arrive.

Yes, Sir. Clothing or no?

Clothing is fine, Angel. Now go.

Yes, Sir.

He knew she was kneeling and that she would
continue to do so until he told her otherwise. She’d had always
been so obedient to his word when they played, and never gave him
any problems.

Since Roxi clearly wanted nothing to do with
him sexually, and so much as said so by sending him off with
another woman, he let loose and enjoyed himself. After a couple
more hours of drinking and dancing closely with Linda, he just had
to have her. “Linda.” He said her name in her ear as he danced
behind her. She backed her body into his and he pressed his hard
cock against her. She spun around and hugged him close, pulled his
neck down, and nibbled on his ear, moaning. Starting at the top of
her back, he slowly slid his hand to her ass and gave it a good
hard squeeze. Her fingers danced over his chest, down his abs, and
to his shaft. She rubbed his hardness through denim. It was dark,
the music pumping, and the dance floor packed. No one could see her
hand fondling his manhood. He didn’t care if they did anyway.