Woman In Chains (26 page)

Master Blade would have made her kneel on his hardwood floors while he ate and watched TV at the same time, not caring about how much pain she endured.

She lowered herself onto the pillow and kept her gaze forward. From the corner of her eye, she saw him lifting a spoonful of soup and blowing on it for a while. Then he brought the spoon up to her mouth first instead of his.

She glanced at him, wondering what in the world he intended.

“Open.” He brought the spoon closer to her mouth.

As commanded, she opened her mouth and let him feed her his soup. She sipped the soup and chewed on the soft vegetables in the offering. The soup didn’t taste like it came out of a can. The vegetables all tasted so fresh, and the broth contained so much rich flavor like the kind she remembered her mother used to make.

“Good?”

Rebekah, still chewing, nodded her head, then said, “Yes, Sir. Thank you.”

“Want some tea?”

She shook her head. “No, Master Dak.”

The next spoon full of soup went to him. For him, he only blew on it a few times before eating it. When he fed her, he made sure to cool it enough for her to eat. The gentlemanly gesture in that brought back that shuddering feeling in her stomach again.

“My grandfather taught me to cook.” He ate another spoonful of soup. “He also taught me how to grow and maintain my own garden. Everything in the soup came out of my summer garden.”

“I noticed how fresh the vegetables all tasted.”

In a show of appreciation, he ran the back of his hand down the side of her face. “You looked pretty happy eating the soup. You must have liked it.”

“I liked having you serve it to me more than the soup itself.” She turned her head and kissed the back of his hand.

He picked up the bowl and scraped out the last bit of soup. By all calculations, it should have been his to eat. Instead he fed it to her. As she ate it, he wiped her mouth, then his. He took a sip of his tea, then offered some to her. This time she accepted it. As he tipped it into her mouth, she held his hand that held the mug.

“Clear the dishes. Time for the next dish.” He returned the mug to the table, breaking the magnetic bond between them.

She rose to her feet and cleared off his bowl and spoon as he’d instructed. Then she retrieved his plate and brought it over to the stove. Inside of the oven, she found a pan of golden brown yeast rolls. Just smelling them brought her back to her childhood again. She could have made a meal out of Dak’s soup and the rolls.

Using a dishtowel, she removed the pan and took out two hot rolls and tossed them on Dak’s plate. In a skillet on the stove, Rebekah saw a large piece of steak, cooked medium from what she could see from the outside of it. With the tongs left in the pan, she lifted it and placed it on Dak’s plate. In a large pot next to the soup she found corn on the cob floating in pallid water. She pulled out one ear and arranged that next to the steak.

“That’s it.” Dak stopped her search for other items to set on the plate. “Bring it over to me.”

Rebekah put the plate in front of him and asked him about his steak sauce needs, if he wanted butter for his corn or rolls, and made sure he had a knife. Serving him became more intuitive. Couldn’t he see that?

She resumed her spot on the floor next to him.

“So what made you want to serve someone?” He cut off a small piece of steak as he waited for her to answer.

“I like making other people happy.”

Dak hovered the steak in front of her mouth before feeding it to her. “What about you? Does it make you happy to see other people happy?”

“Does it matter?” She shrugged.

He shook his head as he served her the steak. Damn if it didn’t melt in her mouth. She moaned her appreciation, just as he went on his tirade about the master-servant dynamic.

“I don’t care who you are, a Dominant does not want a submissive or slave who doesn’t fully enjoy serving. If I ever take on another submissive, she would have to love serving, not because she enjoys seeing me happy, but because in her heart she knows that it makes her happy to make sure everything in our world is perfect. If you haven’t noticed already, there’s a bit of power and control that you have as a submissive.” He cut off a hunk of steak and ate his piece.

“I’ve always thought that submissives were people who were too weak to know what they wanted and had to have a Dom or Domme to guide them.”

He held up the corncob to her mouth. “You have to know what you want as a submissive in order to be a good one; otherwise, you’re just a victim. No one likes a victim, except serial killers and rapists.”

She took one bite from the ear, but he must have thought she would want more and kept the corn right at her mouth. She took two more bites before he took the ear away and nibbled on it himself.

With a full mouth, she asked, “If you have no interest in owning another submissive, do you eventually want to get married?”

He held up a roll to her mouth. Taking a bite of it shut her up right away. The soft and buttery roll filled her mouth with pure delight.

“No. I don’t have a submissive for the same reason I’ll never get married. I wouldn’t be any good to anyone.”

“You’re pretty darn good to me.”

He didn’t respond. He cut off another piece of steak and fed it to her.

Midway through dinner, she continued probing him. “So why haven’t you pursued a career as a cop?”

He held up the corn to her, letting her have the last bit off of it. “I’m dyslexic. I know I wouldn’t do well on the written part of the exam, and my pride won’t allow me to ask for help.”

He didn’t look at her after that statement. It shocked her enough that he had been so candid about something that made him vulnerable.

“There are tricks around it that could help you. I have cousin who is dyslexic, and she—”

He dropped his napkin onto the table and pushed himself back. “Clear off the table and wash the dishes. The lesson is over.”

Just like that, he shut down again. He stood and went down to the back room as she cleared off the table. Without him, she fumbled her way around his kitchen, finding plastic containers to keep the rest of his food for leftovers. As much as she wanted to sneak another roll, she didn’t. He hadn’t given her permission.

With the table cleared off and the food all put away, she started on the dishes. He stomped back upstairs.

“I returned your other paints and brushes to your room and added a new color, gray, I think.”

She smiled. “Thank you, Sir. I’m glad my dinner service pleased you.” When he walked behind her, she continued with the compliments. “And thank you for letting me eat with you. My last Dom wasn’t so generous.”

She returned her attention to the sink. In the reflection in the window over the sink, she caught Dak watching her. He moved in closer. She couldn’t turn around to acknowledge him. If he wanted to bend her over the sink and fuck her from behind, she would let him; she would want it.

He planted his hands on either side of her on the sink. He bent over, pressing his chest against her back and took a deep whiff of her hair. As much as she wanted to move, she didn’t want to scare him off.

At his closeness, she knew he could hear her heart pounding, or at least feel it through her back. She pressed her ass against his crotch. The feeling forced him to grab her hip.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” He pulled back from her. “I’ll see you in the morning.”

She turned around. “Master Dak!”

He froze in his spot, but didn’t face her.

“You taught me that as a submissive I should want two things: to please my master or mistress and to please myself. It would make me happy to make you happy right now.” She dried her hands on a dishtowel and swayed over to him.

When she put her hand on his shoulder, she felt his tension. His body felt rigid. Since he wouldn’t turn around to her, she circled him.

Standing in front of him, she asked, “Do you want to play with me?”

He considered her inquiry for a moment. “No.”

She licked her lips. “Do you want to have sex with me?” She moved in closer to him.

“Yes.”

She smiled, but that feeling didn’t last long thanks to his next statement.

“But I won’t. I don’t want to ruin you for someone else. You’re going to go on with your life, and I’ll go on with mine eventually.”

She didn’t feel that way. In the short time she’d been with Dak, he had shown her more about the BDSM world than the whole year with Master Blade and her previous four years before him. Dak cared for her. If he would let himself, he could love her.

“Fine. Until then, can I at least offer you some peace and relief?” She smoothed her hand up the front of his pants.

From the bulge, he wanted her as much as she wanted him.

He grabbed her hand. “No.” Then he walked away from her, going down the hall to a room across from his bedroom.

Her shoulders slumped as she returned to the sink. With each dish she washed, she thought about every lesson Dak had taught her. “A submissive should know what she wants,” he had said. “A submissive is strong enough to get what she wants. A submissive wants her happiness as well as her Dom or Domme’s.”

After she rinsed the last dish and made sure to wipe off the counters, she padded toward the room where she’d seen Dak go, instead of shrinking back to her room. She found him at a desk on his computer.

When she stepped inside of the room, a floorboard squeaked under the carpeted floor where she stepped. He whipped around in his swivel chair.

“What are you doing here?” He had taken off his flannel shirt and long-sleeved shirt. From the way he glanced at the two articles of clothing he had placed on top of a short file cabinet, he must have regretted removing the clothes so soon.

“I can’t sleep unless Master Dak is happy, and I know you’re not happy.” She crouched down in front of him and ran her hands up his thighs.

He placed his hands on top of hers to stop her. “You want to make me happy? Stay right here. I’ll be back.” He stood and stepped his long legs over her.

When he left the room, she contemplated what all he could be doing outside of the room.  It didn’t take him long to come back. In his hand, he held the vibrating device he had used on Mouse.

“It’s clean.” He plugged it into an extension cord and handed it to her. “I want you to pleasure yourself to orgasm in front of me right now.”

As much as she had wanted to do something else, like masturbating Dak until he came or giving him a blowjob, she didn’t mind this task. She had played with herself before in front of him without any problems. Now that she had something that would help her get off, this assignment would be easy.

Just like with the static electricity device that Dak had used on her, this vibrating wand with its rounded head had multiple speed adjustments. Before using it on her body, she tested out the various speeds from lowest to warp speed. If Dak wanted a show, she would give him one.

She knelt in front of him. Setting the wand on the lowest speed, she used it to circle her breasts first. Her hard nipples didn’t need much coaxing. They had been in that state throughout dinner, and especially when he’d stood behind her at the sink. The vibrations just gave her some relief.

After she had circled her entire breast, she moved the wand in closer to her nipple. Touching the pebbled flesh extracted a moan from her. She held one breast in her free hand as she let the vibrator travel down her body, over her stomach to the area between her thighs. She slid the head over her clit and thought she would pass out from pleasure.

Liking the feeling, Rebekah turned up the wand two more notches and moved it over her nether lips. She crawled closer to Dak and placed her hand on his leg. Just touching him, although he didn’t reciprocate, added another layer of gratification. She imagined that he had his cock nestled between her legs.

From her vivid imagination, she struggled to get to her feet. She turned around and sat on his lap. He didn’t object. He placed his hands on the arms of the chair and gripped the handles.

She leaned back, resting her back on his chest. She ground her ass into his lap, making him even harder through his jeans.

The tightness in her stomach and her rapid heartbeat signaled her impending orgasm. “Oh, God, Master Dak!” She flipped the gadget to the highest setting, and as soon as it touched her sensitive clitoris, she screamed.

She wrapped her feet around his calves as she continued gyrating her hips. His heartbeat pounded through his chest, bouncing off of her back. He wanted her. Maybe after she came, he would give her the real thing.

“Oh, yes!” She felt her body’s release as she pressed the vibrating head hard against her clit.

She rode it until her body wound down from the energy-draining orgasm. When she could finally focus, she turned over and slid down to the floor. She rested the toy down next to her and started working on his pants.

He stopped her. “No. I told you all I wanted to see was you pleasuring yourself. That’s all. There will be no spitting, no hitting, and no yelling. My word is final, and you’re going to have to accept that.” He unplugged the device and held it. “Go down to your room. I’ll see you in the morning.”

As much as she wanted to scream that letting her go right now would be a colossal mistake, she had to respect him for sticking to his guns. She struggled to her feet. With a slight bow of her head, she went back down to her room.

Although he might be struggling with accepting the chemistry between them, she wouldn’t give this man up without a fight. She ducked into her bathroom to clean herself up. In there, she devised a plan to get Dak to make love to her again. It would be unusual, but what about this arrangement had been normal?

Chapter Sixteen

In the privacy of his bathroom, Dak stroked his cock in the shower as he recalled Rebekah’s private showing last night. He had been fine the entire time she’d played with herself with the vibrating massager, until she’d climbed up on his lap. He would, or rather should, have told her to get down, but she felt so good against him, the way she moved her body and moaned. Even in the shower, he remembered hearing how she’d gotten herself so wet, how every time she made a pass over her sex, her juices squished against it.