Woman In Chains (12 page)

Damn, he’d forgotten one thing: drop cloths.

Before going to the canes, Dak threw the flogger down and picked up a few long, purple feathers. He dusted them down Cress’s back and over her backside in a long, fluid motion. Cress reacted as though she’d been flogged. Her body twitched and curved as she tugged on the restraints.

Dak moved the feather to the front of her body, brushing her breasts and her stomach, while he picked up two thin bamboo canes with his other hand.

Cress kept her eyes closed as he set down the feathers, then stalked around her with canes in hand. He stood next to her and like a drummer pounding out a steady rhythm, he drummed the canes over her ass cheeks in balanced, alternating hits, making sure not to move over so much that it wrapped around her body.

“Oh! Yes! More!” Cress curved her back as much as she could.

“Tell me if it’s too much.” Like Dak needed to tell Cress that. He said it so that Rebekah would know that it would be okay to give the safe word at any time during play.

Without missing a beat, Dak brought the two canes up to Cress’s upper back and did the same beating motion there. He’d already worked it over with the flogger so that area should have been ultrasensitive and aching for more sensation.

Cress screamed in ecstasy. If he knew his dear friend from all of the times he’d played with her, Dak could get her to come very soon.

Dak moved the canes down on her other ass cheek and gave it the same treatment as the first. With his back to Rebekah, he took a moment to glance over his shoulder to see her reaction.

Rebekah stared at his back. He wondered what entranced her. When her gaze moved up to meet his, she turned away first. If she hadn’t, Dak didn’t know if he could have continued the connection.

Wearing one of Dak’s white T-shirts and a pair of his sweatpants, she couldn’t be described as alluring…until he noticed her dark areolas through the top and how hard her nipples had become.

The distraction shifted him off his game and he missed his mark on one of the cane hits. Instead of trying to cover up the error, Dak placed the canes back down, stood behind Cress, and wrapped his arms around her body.

His hands covered her small breasts. He didn’t want to break out the nipple clamps just yet, but he did want to do some breast play. He squeezed Cressida’s nipples in between his index fingers and thumbs.

On the side of her face away from Rebekah, he whispered in her ear, “You’re doing great.”

“I…I…could say the same for you, too.” Cress pulled up a jittery smile as she leaned her head back onto his shoulder.

Dak pulled her nipples forward, making Cress moan. He felt her body shaking. He knew he had her on the edge. Letting her breasts go, Dak came around to the front of her body. He picked up something the electronic stores labeled as a back and neck massager, but Dak used for a much better purpose.

He turned on the white wand with the large, rounded head. With one hand on Cress’s breast, he used the other to slide the vibrating device between her legs. Thank God, Dak had no neighbors who lived close to him. He would have been reported to the cops for sure from all of Cress’s screaming.

Dak did his level best to get her to come. Cress being a good submissive, he knew she would wait until given permission.

“You come when I say you can, okay?” Dak said it loud enough for Rebekah to hear him.

Cressida nodded. With her head bowed, she undulated her hips to work in concert with Dak’s motion, moving the wand back and forth over her clit and pussy opening. Her wetness sounded over the toy, echoing in the small space.

“Now, Mouse!”

Cressida let out a low scream as she got up on her tiptoes. Her body convulsed while Dak continued his motion. When she slowed her motions to an eventual stop and flopped her head back, he gave her a sweet kiss at the hollow of her neck.

He dropped the device and went to the chair outside of the cell. He grabbed a mink blanket that he knew would feel heavenly against Cress’s skin right now. As he wrapped one arm around her body, he used his other hand to activate the panic releases on both wrists.

Dak caught Cress before she collapsed onto the floor. After he swaddled her like a baby, he carried her to a chair outside of the cell. While he cradled her in his lap, he rocked her back and forth.

“You did an amazing job, Cress,” he whispered. “You haven’t lost your touch.”

“Neither have you.” She peered up. “I could have gone on for longer if you would have let me.”

Dak glanced at Rebekah. He didn’t know if doing a long session would be good for her to see and experience. Breaking demonstrations up into smaller sessions might be better for her.

“Maybe another time. I still have your number.”

Dak stared at his trembling hand. He’d gotten through his first scene in years. He hadn’t played with anyone in that time since the last time he’d played with Lil’ Mary.

No one had been physically hurt during this session, although he had made a few missteps here and there. Hopefully Rebekah wouldn’t have noticed. He really hoped she understood that he performed a demonstration. He didn’t want or need a full-time gig.

Stroking Cress’s back, Dak wondered what kind of number he’d just done on Rebekah. Why did she have an aversion to using the word “blue” as a safe word? Did she like what she saw or did she hate the scene?

Chapter Seven

Rebekah sat in her cell alone with the door locked after Dak undid her handcuffs once the session ended. She rubbed her wrists as she replayed certain moments over in her mind.

Rebekah had been flogged before by Master Blade. She just never knew that she could enjoy it. Certainly this Mouse woman had loved it, even begged for more.

As far as the caning itself, it surprised her to see a Dom using two canes at the same time. Dak had done two other things that had her thinking. First he’d carried Mouse in that heavy blanket and held her for what seemed like eternity. Rebekah couldn’t imagine getting that type of care and compassion after such an intense session, especially if he stared at her throughout with those magnetic blue eyes and talked to her with his deep baritone voice.

Rebekah also couldn’t believe that while Mouse straightened herself up and before Dak had released Rebekah from the cuffs, he’d come back to the room and cleaned the spot where Mouse had dripped.

What Dom does that? Master Blade would have made her clean the spot or had Mouse do it. What kind of Dom category did Dak fall into, some New Age Dom?

Rebekah heard the front door close, and she stood from her bed. She padded to the cell door and waited to hear something. From the sound of the refrigerator door opening and dishes being rattled around, Rebekah assumed Dak had reentered the kitchen.

She glanced back at the clock on the wall and noticed the late hour. She turned back to the steps when she heard him descending them. With him, he brought a tray with a steaming bowl of soup, a plate with steak, a baked potato, and string beans, and a piece of apple pie. First Dak weakened her knees with the BDSM show and now this incredible spread.

“Dinner.” He sat the tray down on a small table next to the door. “You get the food when you do one thing.”

“What’s that?” She licked her lips. Her stomach growled like it screamed for her to shut up and do whatever he wanted her to do.

“We need to establish some ground rules. Whenever I come into the room, I want you on your knees. In the morning, I want you to bow to me. Throughout the day, you can just be on your knees without putting your head to the floor. Then at the end of the day, you will bow again to me. Do you understand?”

Rebekah stared at him, then looked at the food on the tray. “I understand.”

Dak’s eyes widened. He must not have expected that answer. “Good. Before you eat, let’s see you do it.”

Rebekah strolled back to her bed, then pivoted so she faced him. Instead of lowering herself to the floor, she sat on the bed and put her hands on her lap. “No.”

The smile faded from Dak’s face. “That’s a shame. Does that also mean you don’t want dinner or dessert?”

She didn’t answer him. Rebekah swallowed hard and tried looking indignant. Dak picked up the tray of food. Instead of taking it back to the kitchen, he sat in the chair that he used earlier to coddle and care for Mouse, to eat Rebekah’s dinner.

He crushed some crackers into the soup. So wrong. Dak should have tasted the soup, then bit into the cracker.

“I don’t know what I need to do to make you trust me, Rebekah.” Dak covered his knee with a paper napkin. “I’ve never hit you.”

“You spanked me.” Rebekah sat on her hands as she watched him eat a big spoonful of soup.

“I disciplined you. There is a difference. I’ve given you shelter. I’ve tried to give you food. I don’t understand why you’re being so stubborn about this.” He drank a full mug of a hot drink.

From the aroma, it smelled like tea. Since it mixed in with the scents of everything else before him, Rebekah couldn’t be sure.

“Do you like her?” she asked.

“Who?” Dak picked up the soup bowl and tipped it back into his mouth to finish it off. The man could eat.

“Mouse. Is she your regular submissive?” Rebekah chewed on the inside of her cheek.

“She’s a friend of mine. I’ve played with her before. She’s not my submissive.” Dak cut into the steak. “It’s been a while since I’ve been in the Lifestyle, but I was a Dom before.”

Rebekah decided at that moment that she needed his attention. “Is the reason Mouse isn’t your submissive is because you’re afraid she won’t like you as a Dom?”

Dak’s hand froze midway between his plate and his mouth just as he started to take the first bite of his steak. “No. I told you. We’re friends. I’m not looking for a submissive. She’s not looking for a Dom.” He chewed the bit of steak from his fork as he glared at her.

“Did she tell you that she wasn’t looking for a Dom, or did you tell her that you weren’t looking for a submissive because you knew she wouldn’t want you as a Dom?” Rebekah’s heartbeat accelerated. If she knew men, and she did, it wouldn’t take Dak long to fling that tray across the room and come after her.

“I haven’t owned a submissive in years for a good reason, which I’m not going to go into with you right now.”

“Have you ever owned a black submissive like me?” She watched his jaw flex like he had a mouth full of gravel. “I would imagine that would freak you out, the whole black and white thing. Or would that give you a sense of power?”

Dak exhaled through his nose.

Rebekah knew he had to be gearing up for her punishment. No way could he sit there and take that and not want to string her up and spank her ass again.

Dak cracked his knuckles before he spoke. “I don’t mind talking to you while I eat your dinner.”

Rebekah’s stomach growled its protest.

“But I’m not going to sit here while you’re being insulting.”

“I wasn’t being insulting.”

“Yes, you were. You know exactly what you’re doing and what you’re trying to achieve. I’m telling you right now, it won’t work. But since you’re so curious about relationships, let me ask you some questions. Is the reason you were with Master Blade because you don’t think you deserve to be with a Dom or Domme who will treat you right and not try to hurt you or belittle you? Is that it?”

Rebekah’s eye twitched. The reaction she had hoped to get from him, she adopted herself instead. From her seated position, Rebekah grabbed one of the books on the shelf next to her bed and threw it at the bars, hoping that the slender book would coast through the open bars and hit Dak in the head.

The book smacked against the cell and fell to the floor.

“Dante’s
Inferno
. Good pick. You might like that book.” Dak nodded and continued eating.

Rebekah had to turn her head away from Dak. For several minutes while Dak ate, the two sat in silence. Glimpses of the scene from earlier that day continued flashing through Rebekah’s head. If she couldn’t get Dak to notice her in one way, she would in another.

Rebekah returned her gaze to Dak just as he shoveled a bite of the pie in his mouth. Great timing. She stood from the bed and pulled down the baggy sweatpants. When she did, she noticed how Dak stopped chewing, stopped moving, and for all she knew, stopped breathing.

She kicked the pants to the side, then removed her shirt and tossed it on top of the pants. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she spread her legs apart. One hand caressed her body from her shoulders, down in between her breasts, over her thighs, and then up between her legs where she stopped right at her core.

Her other hand cupped her breasts. Dak had to appreciate her larger breasts in comparison to Mouse’s small ones. Rebekah couldn’t be blamed for her unkempt pubic hair. Usually about this time, Master Blade would have shaved her.

Rebekah smoothed her fingers over her nether lips. As much as she hated to admit it, watching Dak top the sub earlier had been hot. Rebekah closed her eyes and rocked her head back when her middle finger plunged inside her hot channel. She gasped and squeezed her breast, but not too hard.

Master Blade had always grabbed her breasts like footballs. He hadn’t exhibited any tenderness or kindness, not like Dak had with his sub.

Rebekah moved her finger in and out. She gyrated her hips and imagined herself fucking Dak. It would be a great fantasy. Considering how obstinate she had been, she knew he wouldn’t want to have anything to do with her.

And yet, here he had created a space for her. He had talked to her like a human being and not like a child or a dog. She plunged her finger in deeper and let out a real cry. The overwhelming feeling would have been ten times better if she could have a man like Dak holding her tit and thrusting deep in her.

Rebekah moved her finger faster and faster, until an explosive orgasm shook her body. Achieving her first real orgasm in several years made tears stream down her cheeks. Master Blade wouldn’t allow her to masturbate, and in none of his play sessions had she become so aroused that she had to come like Mouse had.