The Silken Edge (Silken Edge 1) (18 page)

Lying in bed naked after the mind blowing shower sex, they began discussing the week ahead. They were going to go about their normal lives, and in the evening Jake was to come over for dinner, conversation, and vanilla sex. At the end of a week, they would take a few days to mull things over and decide how to proceed.

For the first three days, it was as vanilla as could be, no mention of the BDSM world ever came up. Kristy enjoyed herself and it seemed Jake did too, but something was missing, and she knew deep down inside it was the kink.

Day four when Jake arrived, she greeted him half naked, holding a blindfold and handcuffs. “Vanilla people play too.” She grinned from ear to ear as she watched his expression go from casual, to surprised, and finally to mischievous.

“Really?” He grabbed at the items dangling from her hands and she snatched them back.

“Yes they do. It’s more innocent than your kind of play. Let me demonstrate in the bedroom.” She didn’t have to tell him twice. He was in there and naked in thirty seconds flat.

“Lay down.” She commanded.

“What? You’re not going to dominate me, are you?” He gave her a menacing look. It thrilled her, but she wasn’t backing down.

“Vanilla play. On the bed now!” She ordered. He stood his ground, and she stood hers. “Or we could forget about the bedroom and go eat dinner and watch a movie." She walked over to her dresser and pulled out a t-shirt and jeans.

“Wait.”

She looked over her shoulder at him, and she could clearly see it on his face, he was at war with himself.

“I don’t like being restrained, but I’ll do it for you.”

“You like to restrain people, but don’t like it in return?” She wrinkled her brow in confusion.

“Baby, submission is only for the strong. Almost anyone can dominate, that’s the easy part. I admire subs and bottoms for their willingness, strength, and trust. Not everyone can do it, me included.”

She walked over to him and gently guided him to the bed. “Please. For me.”

He crawled up in the middle of the bed and laid out flat with his legs and arms spread.

Her pussy twitched. She showed him the blindfold and he inhaled a deep breath then nodded. “If it’s too much let me know,” she whispered.

“I will.” He voice sounded strained.

After the blindfold was in place, he laid still, waiting. She looked on and grinned. Bending over, she planted little soft kisses all over his body. His cock stood at attention and throbbed as she neared it, but he was going to have to deal. She had other plans. She straddled his chest to put one wrist at a time in the handcuffs linked to the headboard.

“This okay?” she asked.

“For now.” His voice was tight.

“Keep your legs still or I will cuff them, too.”

He nodded. Boy, was he a sight to see. His muscular body tight with tension, naked, blindfolded, and handcuffed to her bed. This was enough material to masturbate to for the rest of her life, if needed.

She spread her legs over his face. “Lick me.” Dropping down on his mouth, she moaned as his tongue made contact. He had no choice, she didn’t give him any. After a few minutes of his tongue working on her, she pulled away. “Color?” she demanded.

He hesitated and then his mouth popped open. “Green.” She smiled and shoved herself back down on his face. He licked her to several orgasms until she came all over his face, her liquids dripping down his neck.

“I’ll let you rest for a moment.” She crawled off him and went to stand across the room looking on.

“Kristy?”

She didn’t answer. She enjoyed watching this strong, vocal dominant at her mercy. She left him like that for about ten minutes then joined him on the bed again when he went flaccid.

“What are you going to do with me now?”

“Shhh, you’re lucky we aren’t doing the discipline thing in my vanilla world. No talking. I’m going to suck your cock. Do. Not. Come.” He sucked in a breath and held it. “Breathe.” And he did right as she slipped her mouth over his hardening shaft. She assaulted his dick like she did the first time they were together. His breathing picked up, and he moaned with his mouth hanging open, ecstasy etched on his face.

She took him deep in her throat and swallowed. He froze. She knew he was close so she pulled away. “No coming.” She sucked him once more then left him again. His purple head throbbed and he was left groaning. She reached between her legs and masturbated to meet her needs until his breathing slowed, and then she climbed back on the bed and kissed him hard. He kissed back desperately.

Pulling away she ripped open the metallic packet and rolled a condom down his length. He let out a gasp at the contact and his cock pulsated around her fingers. “Don’t come, Jake.” Within seconds she impaled herself on him in the reverse cowgirl position. She grabbed onto his thighs and bucked like a wild woman. “Do. Not. Come.” She commanded. She heard him whimper.
Oh God, how hot is that?
She knew it wouldn’t be long now for either of them.

She rode his hard cock, not giving up for one second. She felt full, happy, and at home. Jake began bucking and the handcuffs clanked as she felt his body tremor. “Come Jake, come now! Oh, fuck yes!” Her pussy contracted in spasms and Jake let out a cry sounding like a banshee.

Once she could move, she took the cuffs off and massaged his reddened wrists. Then when she removed the blindfold his eyes fluttered. She kissed each eye in turn then nuzzled into his neck feeling completely embarrassed by her kinky actions and how she carried on. “Thank you,” she whispered.

He didn’t respond or move, so she looked at him. He was dazed. “Jake? Are you all right?” He rolled over hugging her close. She wrapped the duvet around them both as he drifted off to sleep. He was out for quite some time so she got up and reheated dinner.

“Kristy?” She heard him calling for her. Stepping inside her bedroom, she saw Jake sitting up twisted in the blanket. Smiling she walked over and helped him from the mess of fabric tangled around his legs.

“How are you feeling?” she asked.

“Weird on all accounts. Just hold me.” She held on to him and stroked his hair for a few minutes.

“Come on, you need to eat.” She pulled him by his hand and he stood up naked as could be. He pulled on his jeans and joined her in the kitchen where she prepared his plate.

They ate on the couch in front of the TV and when they were finished, she turned it off, vying for Jake's attention. “Can we talk about tonight?”

“Yeah, I think I need to get it off my chest. I hated every minute of what we did for the simple fact that I don’t like being restrained, blindfolded, or told what to do. I was not in control at all, and it infuriated me beyond belief. It was unnerving. Is that what it’s like for you?”

“No, actually those things turn me on. The blindfold enhances my senses, the restraints mixed with dominance allows me to give myself over freely. After working all day as an office manager making all the decisions, I enjoy when someone tells me what to do.” She smiled. “It’s a nice change of pace. I’m sorry you felt that way, and we don’t have to do it again. I liked seeing you submissive, it got me all hot and bothered.”

He grinned. “Oh yeah? Well, I didn’t finish what I was saying before. I hated it until I couldn’t anymore. Somehow things turned around, one minute I wanted to put you over my lap and spank you for making me so uncomfortable, and then you told me not to come. Hardest damn thing not to do, but I wanted to do it…for you.” Jake ran his fingertips across the top of her hand, she rolled it over, and they entwined their fingers together. “Like you said, the blindfold enhances things, and then I visualized what you must look like and what I looked like, it made me crazy. The second time you told me not to come, I was just about to, but somehow I managed to reign it in. I do believe that’s when my body felt like it separated from the scene and I was in a foggy haze, not caring, only feeling.” He closed his eyes briefly. “Feeling euphoria wrap around me as the biggest damn orgasm I’ve ever felt hit me hard. I had no control, once you gave the command, my body took over. Afterwards I felt so damned tired and only wanted to sleep. Then I woke up hungry as hell.” He softly chuckled. “Thanks for taking care of me.”

“I learned a bit on the internet, but mostly I remembered how you treated me. I learned from the best.” She leaned up against him and let him cradle her and play with her hair. “So the D/s roles were reversed today and you went into subspace?”

“It would appear so.”

“Ever been there before?” As she spoke the words, she remembered his demo performance at the club.

“Topspace, but never subspace. The two are very different. I have to apologize. Now I know what you and Jonathan went through, and I feel closer to you after the experience.” He kissed the top of her head.

“I feel closer to you, too, but don’t compare this to my session with him. He and I are just friends. I’d like to think you and I are more than that. Besides, Jonathan and I have never had sex.” She pulled away and looked him in the eyes.

“We
are
more than that baby. We are.” He held her tight.

***

Holding Kristy in his arms after she sent him into subspace was surreal. He never thought in a million years he’d be in this position, Mr. Tough Guy being submissive. “This changes everything for me now.” Reaching up he pinched the bridge of his nose and squeezed his eyes shut.

“How so?” she asked.

“For starters, at the club I don’t know if I can be my usual domineering self. I’m always going to have this evening in my head, it might distract me knowing what the subs and bottoms are going through.” He rolled his head to the side so Kristy wouldn’t see his face, but she reached over and cupped his cheek pulling it back into view. He slowly opened his eyes and glanced at her.

Kristy leaned up on her elbow. “That’s easy, you don’t know exactly. You mix pain and pleasure in the way of floggers and paddles. I didn’t use those on you.”

“True, but it was painful to hold back on your commands.” He looked toward the ceiling.

“Nothing like a flogging. Have you ever been?”

He shrugged a shoulder. “Sure. In training we had to endure all what we wanted to learn to do to others. It’s required to give you perspective.”

“But that was formal training I don’t think you can get the full picture until it’s real for you. What else changes?” The feel of her fingers up and down his arm was distracting, particularly when she traced along his bicep.

“After tonight I know I’d like to visit subspace again, just not too soon. I need time to process it. I’m very confused.”

She popped up on her knees. “Really, you want to be in subspace again? At the club?”

He laughed out loud. “No, baby. I would only be submissive to you and only you. I don’t think I could get there with just anyone. It’s not in my nature, but you’ve undone something inside me.” His face scrunched up. “That’s another thing, I’m going to have to change my status at the club to a switch. It would only be fair to tell people since they might not want me as a Top anymore. It can also be detrimental. In some circles, switches are looked down on. People say you can’t do both, you have to be one or the other. After tonight, I don’t think I can agree with them anymore.”

“I say don’t tell them if you’re keeping this in your personal life. So, wait, does this mean I get to Top again?” Her eyes sparkled and her smile lit up her face.

“Eventually. Give me time, though. That doesn’t mean I don’t want to flog you or spank your ass any day of the week. And as a switch, we can even swap in the middle of a scene.” He waggled his eyebrows at her.

“So, are we talking about our future? Do we need to finish vanilla week? Or do you know what you want? I’m sure of what I want.”

He stood, stretched, and got dressed as she watched from the bed. “We don’t need to finish the week out. I know what I want.” He gave a curt nod, and left the room. Glancing over his shoulder, he saw her following him as she tugged one of his large t-shirts over her head. He smiled at the sight; he loved seeing her in his clothes.

He felt her watching him as he began to wash the dishes. He looked over at her and winked.

“You don’t need to clean up Jake. I can get it.”

“No, I got this. I’d like to take care of you tonight. I’m feeling off center and need to do this, do something.” He was also prolonging having to go home even though he would only be across the hall from her. He couldn’t stand to not see or touch her tonight. It would be too much for him.

She came up behind him and rubbed his back. He felt her arms snaking through his and then she ran her palms over his exposed abs. He moaned, and his dick twitched.
Down boy, not tonight.

When the dishes were done, they stood by the sink and stared at one another. He didn’t know what to say or how to ask for what he wanted. “So, I guess I’ll head home.”

Her hands wrapped around his forearms. “Not so fast! You never told me what you wanted.”

“Neither did you.” He grinned.

“Oh, Jake, don’t you know? I want you. I want us, I want there to be an “us”. A very unconventional relationship is how I envision it, but it’s one we’d be happy with. Or at least I think so, we could make it work. I’m sure we can. I have strong feelings for you. I—I care a lot about you, and can’t imagine myself with anyone but you.” Her gaze burned with emotion.