Unraveled (17 page)

“That’s what I wanted, Knox.”

He might’ve offered her a dreamy smile.

“Come for me, lover. Come now.”

The orgasm was like an out-of-body experience. He’d never come so hard, for so long.
Wave after wave rolled through him,
tossing him about a sea of pleasure so intense for a split second he wondered if he
were dreaming. His seed was scorching hot on his skin. His balls just kept shooting
out stream after stream. He shuddered. He yelled, but no sound came out.

When she finally stopped pumping his shaft, he curled his hand over hers and said,
“Just a little more. Please.”

As he helped her bring him down, she whispered, “You were magnificent.”

He grunted, and she caught the sound in her mouth. Shiori kissed him with tenderness
and care. Running her free hand over his face and neck and chest, letting him know
this wasn’t a fantasy; it was real.

Knox didn’t know how much time passed before he opened his eyes. But the first thing
he saw was her beautiful face.

He had the overwhelming urge to drop to his knees. But it warred with his overwhelming
urge to run. To get far away from this woman and the absolute surrender she demanded.
It scared the fuck out of him, anyone having that kind of power over him.

“Don’t.” She kissed him again.

“Don’t what?”

“Ruin this for yourself by thinking too hard.”

So you want me to be your mindless sex slave? That I’ll do anything to feel like that
again and again?

“You were magnificent,” she repeated. “Strong, sexy. So hot, giving your will to me,
that when you started to come, I did too.”

He lifted his arm, wanting to touch her face, but he realized his hand was sticky.
So was his belly. So was his cock. Time to clean up, take a step back, let his big
head take back control. Hopefully his legs wouldn’t fail him when he stood.

She put her hand on his arm. “Where are you going?”

“To wash up. I’ll be right back.”

Her fierce eyes locked to his. “I didn’t say you could move.”

“Shiori—”

“Mistress,” she snapped. “Are you even aware your body is shaking?”

Knox glanced down and saw his knee bouncing. “Shit.”

“Stay fucking put. And yes, that’s a goddamn order.”

She left the couch and walked to the kitchen. Water ran. Then she returned with a
handful of paper towels.

When she began to clean him up, his cheeks burned with embarrassment, and he snatched
the wet paper towels from her. “Stop. I’ll do it.”

“You are the most stubborn man.”

He cleaned his right hand with his left. Then he took another paper towel and wiped
his belly. “Isn’t cleaning jizz off your sub beneath you, Mistress?”

Lightning fast she wrapped her hand beneath his jaw and jerked his face up. “Taking
care of you is my responsibility, Knox. That includes commanding you to get turned
on, getting you off, cleaning you up, and making sure you don’t do something stupid
in the aftermath.”

“Like pissing off my Mistress because I don’t know how the fuck I’m supposed to act
after . . . whatever that was?”

“Yes.”

“I’m sorry.”

She dropped her hand but remained right there in his face. “I know. How is it that
whipping your butt with a switch didn’t freak you out but an orgasm that sent you
straight into subspace . . . did?”

Fuck. “I don’t know.”

She stood. Then she reached for her bra and shirt and put them on.

When Shiori started cleaning up the popcorn bowls, the candy boxes, and the paper
towels, he didn’t protest because he’d probably catch hell for it.

After she disappeared into the kitchen again, he closed his eyes.

When he woke up, his house was completely dark. A blanket covered him, but he was
naked beneath it. As soon as he pushed upright from his prone position on the couch,
he knew Shiori had gone. The only thing he didn’t know was what had chased her away
without a goodbye.

SATURDAY
night Shiori showed up at Twisted an hour before the scene with Master Mike and his
submissive was scheduled and sat at the bar. She hadn’t been in since the night Knox
had played bartender, so she didn’t know anyone besides Merrick, Greg, Knox, and Dex.

Speak of the devil . . . She glanced down and saw Dex on his knees beside her chair.
“Dex. What lovely form.”

“I aim to please, Mistress.”

“What can I do for you?”

“If you haven’t picked a sub to receive your attentions this evening, I’ll humbly
offer myself.”

She reached for her Coke and sipped. “In what capacity are you offering yourself?”

“In any capacity that you choose.”

“That’s very vague, and dangerous, Dex. What if I demanded needle play?”

He swallowed hard. “I’d . . . consider it with you.”

Bullshit. “And what about fire play?”

A shiver worked through him. “I’ve never tried it.”

“But you’d be willing to feel the burn . . . for me?”

“Yes, Mistress B.”

Shiori put the toe of her shoe on his sternum. “You need to learn limits, Dex. You’re
not getting what you need by offering everything just so a Dominant will play with
you.”

He didn’t look up.

“So let’s try this again. And be honest. Respect your boundaries or no one else will.
I’m interested in needle play.”

His mouth opened. Then closed. “Sorry, Mistress B, but I’m scared of needles.”

“Good boy, Dex. Now, how about fire play?”

Another shudder. “No. No fire. Ever.” He started to hyperventilate.

She dropped her foot from his chest and leaned over to place her hand on his head.
“Breathe, Dex. You’re all right.”

He nodded.

She kept petting his hair.

After a bit he rested his face against her shin and sighed.

“Is there something I can assist you with, Mistress B?” Knox said coldly behind her.

Dex’s head snapped up. He glared at Knox. “We don’t need security, so back off.”

Knox grabbed him by the arm and hauled him up. “Remember who you’re talking to. Learn
your place. And I guarantee you it is not at her feet. Are we clear?”

He jerked out of Knox’s hold. “I go when Mistress B tells me to go.”

Both men looked at her.

How could she be mad at Knox for defending his territory? He’d told her he wouldn’t
stand for any other submissive putting his hands on her and Dex had been touching
her. She’d touched him first, but Dex knew the rules. But Dex didn’t know she and
Knox were together, so who was in the wrong here?

“Dex, I hope I helped you tonight. You’re excused.”

“Thank you, Mistress B. If there’s ever anything I can do for you—”

“There isn’t,” Knox snarled. “Get gone before I toss you out.”

Dex stormed away.

Shiori gave Knox her back, trying to control her amusement and the rapid beating of
her heart from Knox’s display of possession. It sent a thrill through her that Knox
watched out for her even when she wasn’t expecting it.

This is Knox you’re talking about. He’s the chest-beating, don’t-touch-my-woman kind
of man. You should’ve expected even more than that.

Knox didn’t touch her, but he scooted in close enough behind her that his breath fanned
her hair and she could practically feel the tension vibrating from him.

He said, “Are you mad, Mistress?”

She slowly turned around.

He didn’t move a muscle, so her knees bumped into his hard thighs. He stayed in rest
position. His chest was heaving, his neck and jaw muscles were tight, color dotted
his cheekbones, and his eyes were icy.

“I don’t know if
mad
is accurate. If we were out as a Domme and sub, then your reaction to Dex at my feet
would be acceptable. Since you’re not wearing my collar, yet I know who you are to
me and who I am to you, I don’t know what to do—if anything at all. Dex did take a
liberty, but it was more as an impulsive thank-you than him trying to get me to play
with him.”

“I misread the situation, then?”

“Yes. But like I said, it’s difficult to be angry with you when you were only doing
what you thought was best for me.”

His eyes softened. “I’m all about ensuring your needs are met and any threat is dealt
with quickly.”

“Thank you. But I’m fine.”

“Mighty fine.” His burning-hot gaze started at the tips of her lavender Louboutins
and moved up her bare legs, past the dark
purple sequined miniskirt, and the black silk sleeveless wrap shirt, to the delicate
gold-colored sequin mask. “You’re beyond compare tonight.”

“I look forward to the session.”

Knox picked up her hand and kissed the inside of her wrist. “Me also. See you down
there.”

Shiori didn’t spin back around until after that fantastic ass was gone from view.
When she faced the bar, Merrick stood right in front of her. “Master Merrick.”

“Mistress B. You’re assisting Knox this evening?”

“I hear he’s excellent with a whip. I wanted to see for myself.”

“Just don’t ask him to demonstrate on you, because he won’t.”

“I know.”

“I assumed you did.” His smile turned guarded. “Interesting display earlier.”

“A misunderstanding easily remedied.”

“Have you brought Knox to heel yet?”

Her gaze narrowed. “Excuse me?”

Merrick waved her off. “Knox spoke to me. Being called out as submissive caused more
questions than denial about being a submissive.”

“He still questions it. We’re working on it. In private. He’s not ready for public
acknowledgment.” She stirred the ice cubes in her glass. “I don’t know if he ever
will be.”

“I can’t say as I blame him.”

“Can you explain that?”

“Most men are subservient to women—they just won’t admit it. Most men do whatever
it takes to make their wives or partners happy in the hopes it’ll get them laid more
often. Women have the sacred pussy. They are in control.”

“Nice philosophy.”

He shrugged. “It’s true. Knox is a former soldier. He’s a martial-arts instructor.
He is the kind of man the term
alpha male
was
invented for. He may kiss your feet in private, but chances are slim he will in public.
Why? Because it’s personal, it makes him vulnerable, and he’d have to deal with judgmental
assholes thinking he’s weak for doing . . . exactly what other men are doing. But
they don’t call it submissive behavior—those men call it caring for and protecting
their women.”

“You’ve thought a lot about this.”

“I have to. Knowing what makes people tick means I can tailor my club to certain tastes.”

Shiori leaned in. “Bullshit. You were speaking from the point of view of a man who
was worried about being judged, which means you understand the male submissive mind-set
because you were one.”

Merrick smirked. “We all have our secrets, Mistress B, and as long as Knox serves
you well in private, does it really matter what the rest of us think?”

“No. But if private relationships were meant to stay behind closed doors, then you’d
be out of business.”

“You’re absolutely right. Put a leash and a collar on that man and remind him who’s
the boss.”

She laughed.

“Knox is incredibly possessive of you. And that has nothing to do with him being submissive
but because he’s a man in an intimate relationship with you. I imagine he’s exactly
the same way in public; he’d verbally and bodily threaten anyone who touches you because
he holds you as precious. But here at Twisted? His possessiveness will be attributed
to him being submissive since you’re a Domme. So be careful in your attentions to
males he’ll deem a threat, okay? Because you will effectively out a man who’s not
ready for it—and may never be.”

“I hadn’t thought of it that way. Thank you.”

“It’s what I’m here for.” He headed down to the other end of the bar to help a customer.

Shiori left the bar area, letting her gaze wander to the various goings-on. But she
didn’t see anything; her thoughts were on her conversation with Merrick.

As soon as she saw Knox leaning against the back wall monitoring a threesome, her
focus shifted.

A woman was tied to a wide sawhorse on her belly, hands bound behind her with rope.
If Shiori remembered right, that sawhorse had a vibrator attached to the back end.
So while one guy had his cock shoved in her mouth, his partner was ramming his cock
into the woman’s ass. The woman with all her orifices filled clutched a bandana. If
she dropped it, the scene ended. But she appeared to be enjoying herself too much
to stop.

Shiori didn’t bother Knox since he was working. Instead she took stock of the crowd.
One guy was openly masturbating. Several other couples were grinding against each
other. But one young brunette with tits the size of beach balls, and probably just
as plastic, was watching Knox. The scene would catch her attention, and then she’d
be back gazing at him with an I’ve-got-this-in-the-bag smirk.

Jealousy stabbed her in the gut like a hot poker. Had Knox fucked that chick? How
long ago?

Doesn’t matter. He’s with you now.

That’s when he scanned the crowd and saw her. He aimed a happy grin at her, and she
gloated at being the sole focus of his attention.

Suck it, boob job. He didn’t smile at you like that. Just me.

She wanted to do more than just smile back; maybe she should blow him a kiss. But
Merrick’s warning had stuck with her, so she just returned his grin.

As soon as the scene ended—with come shots on the woman’s face and ass, just like
in bad porn—Knox meandered over.

“Hey. You ready for this?”

“For what? I’m just sitting in on your session.”

He shook his head. “I asked Master Mike if he wanted a twofer, and because he’s such
a perverted guy, I had to explain it wasn’t me servicing both him and sub Mike, but
two whips for double the pleasure, double the pain.”

“What’d he say?”

“That it’d be a great surprise for sub Mike.”

“Dueling whips. That’s something I’ve never done.”

Knox raised his hand, as if to touch her face, but dropped it back to his side. “Me
neither.”

“Hi, Knox.”

The brunette who’d been eye-fucking him got so close she almost stepped between them.

“Hey, Angel.”

Shiori’s gaze sharpened. Why the fuck was he calling her
angel
?

“So are you still on duty?” she asked.

“For the rest of the night.”

She stuck out her lower lip in a pout that missed the mark of being sexy. “Too bad.
It’s been a while for us. I’ll be around if you get off early.” She batted her lashes.
“Or if you wanna get off. Come find me.”

Knox didn’t say anything. Then he looked at Shiori. “What?”

“Angel?”

“I doubt that’s really her name, Mistress B.”

So it wasn’t a term of endearment—lucky for him. Shiori closed the distance between
them and set her hand on his chest. “Your taste in women has improved.”

He laughed. “Bored and horny in a sex club doesn’t always make for the best choices.”

“Poor thing. You’ve probably ruined her for all other men.”

“You do realize I’m a sure thing tonight and you don’t have to pile on the flattery
to get into my pants?”

She rubbed her thumb across his nipple. “Maybe she was a sign that I should be flattering
you more. Because you are worth it.”

His eyes glittered with pleasure. “You’re killing me here.”

“You should know—”

“Knox. Punctual as usual,” a deep voice said behind her. “And who is this lovely?”

Shiori turned around. A good-looking guy in his mid-fifties with salt-and-pepper hair
held hands with a younger man who had such ethereal beauty that her mouth fell open.

“Yes, my pet gets that a lot. Don’t you, sweetheart?”

“Yes, sir.”

“I’m Mistress B. You must be Master Mike.”

“I’d heard about the exotic beauty who’d joined our happy little Twisted family, but
the reports didn’t do you justice.” Master Mike kissed her hand.

“Thank you.”

“So, Mike, I’ve got a treat in store for you tonight.” Master Mike wrapped his hand
around sub Mike’s jaw and lifted his face up. “Mistress B has whip skills. Both she
and Knox will get you where you need to be, all right?”

Sub Mike immediately dropped to his knees. “Thank you, sir.”

“You can thank me appropriately later. For now, let’s get you naked and strapped down.”
Master Mike looked at Knox. “I’ll open the door once we’re ready.”

After the Mikes went into the room, Shiori said, “Is this normal?”

Knox nodded. “Master Mike undresses his sub and chooses how he’ll be bound for this.
Then I come in, do my thing, and leave.”

“Do they tip you?”

“Funny.”

“So what happens if I get really horny? Where do we go if I need you to fuck me?”

He blinked as if he didn’t believe her. “If you’re serious, I can reserve a private
room.”

“Better do it just to be safe.” She paused, thinking back to the
conversation with Merrick. “Unless you’d rather not be seen spending time in a private
room with a Domme.”

“We’re already associated tonight. Most everyone knows I do more than one session
a night. I’ll be right back.” He disappeared around a corner.

Out of curiosity, she followed him. They walked into another corridor with private
rooms. She walked past the first two doors that read
occupied
, but there was no way to peek inside.

Right when she and Knox returned to the first hallway, Master Mike opened the door.
“Ready.”

Shiori entered the room first. Sub Mike dangled from chains in the ceiling, and his
ankles were cuffed to hooks in the floor. He wore a blindfold.

“His rule is no blood play. My rule is
I
call a halt to the session. I’d tell you where his hot spots are, Mistress B, but
I rather enjoy seeing you discovering them on your own. So I’ll ask you to begin.”

She bowed to Master Mike, almost without thought. After she chose a short single tail
from the choices his Master had laid out, her heels clicked on the cement flooring
as she circled the sub.