Woman In Chains (27 page)

He growled as he increased his speed. He would have to hurry to get down to the kitchen to greet her. When her image entered his mind again, his sac tightened, and his cum shot all over the shower stall wall.

If he had to resort to jerking off in the shower to survive being in a confined space with her, he would do it. He liked her and cared about her too much to mess with her head by confusing her with sex. She would become attached to him. He’d become attached to her already.

He rinsed off the wall with the detachable head, then rinsed himself off. When he turned off the water and opened the shower curtain, he didn’t expect to see her standing in the doorway wearing a long T-shirt.

“I could have done that for you.” She leaned against the doorframe with her arms crossed, looking pissed that he hadn’t utilized her for a hand job.

“I know.” He grabbed the towel he’d placed on the sink and wrapped it around his waist.

“Breakfast is ready.”

He took a sniff in the air, but could smell nothing except for the soap and shampoo he’d just used. “I’ll get dressed and be there shortly.”

“I wouldn’t mind if you came to breakfast that way.” She smiled.

God, why did she have to smile?

“I would. Make sure everything is the way I like it by the time I get there.”

She bowed her head and walked away.

He braced his hands on the counter, his shoulders slumped. This would be a long day if it started off like that. Creating some space between them for a little while would help. Dak knew just how to get it.

After he got dressed, he walked into the kitchen and found a buffet of food. Rebekah had made bacon, toast, oatmeal, and cut up fresh fruit. He didn’t see any eggs on the table.

As though she’d read his mind, she said, “How would you like your eggs prepared, Sir?”

He stood by his chair.

“Would you prefer them sunny-side up, boiled, poached, scrambled, over easy, over medium, over hard. Or would you like an omelet?”

“Scrambled is fine.”

She pulled out his chair for him before starting his eggs.

“So do you like cooking?” he asked as she whisked the eggs in a bowl.

“I love it. Sometimes for me, cooking can be an art.” She poured the eggs into a hot pan and continued stirring the mixture around.

She removed the pan from the hot stove burner and grabbed a teakettle and poured hot water into his mug, which already had a tea bag inside of it. Then she served him his eggs, placed a couple of slices of cooked bacon and toast on his plate, put his oatmeal in a bowl for him, and put a small bowl of fresh fruit next to his plate.

She disappeared into the back room for a split second before coming back wearing nothing at all. He loved starting his day this way.

“Would Master Dak like anything else?” she asked as she stood next to him.

He peered down at the pillow still on the floor. “Just you in your spot.”

She nodded and kneeled down on the pillow next to him like she had done last night. As he suspected, breakfast tasted wonderful, seasoned perfectly. She had even added a bit of cinnamon and honey to his oatmeal. He hadn’t had that type of treatment since his mother.

God bless her. Lil’ Mary had tried cooking and nearly burned his house down.

Just like he had done last night, he shared his food. Rebekah got a bite, and then he would eat.

“I have to run some errands today.” He took a bite of his toast, then offered some to Rebekah, who shook her head at the offering.

“Where are you going?”

From the tone of her voice, he couldn’t tell if she feared he wouldn’t be returning or jealous like he would run off to meet another woman. The second idea tickled his insides.

“I have to drop off the bookcase to my customer and get paid. Then I have to get a few things here and there. I’ll be back by lunchtime.”

At his statement, she gasped.

“If I’m not back by twelve, I want you to go ahead and eat. Do not refuse to eat because I’m not here, understand me?”

She waited a beat before finally nodding. He’d noticed how much she enjoyed the soup from last night’s dinner.

“Have the soup from last night for lunch.” He drank some of his tea and held the rest up for her to finish.

“And the rolls?” Her eyes lit up like a Christmas tree.

He couldn’t help but laugh. “Yes, and the rolls.”

She smiled, then took a drink of his tea.

When they finished eating breakfast, she cleaned up, and he made sure the house remained in order. He stuffed the wood-burning stove with more wood. He made sure all of the windows and doors stayed locked. He bolted the cell door open instead of closed.

Knowing Rebekah, after he left she would probably lock herself in the cell to show her obedience and loyalty, but now he found it dangerous. He had been lucky the one time he’d left her locked up. He didn’t want to take that chance again.

He loaded the bookcase into the back of his truck, then returned to the house to give Rebekah his last-minute instructions.

“Don’t open the door for anyone.” He slipped on his flannel jacket. “If the phone rings, don’t answer it. I’ve left books for you downstairs on BDSM. If you have any questions, ask me.”

“Yes, Sir.”

As much as he wanted to give her a good-bye kiss, he refrained. He did, however, kiss her on the forehead. “I’ll see you later.”

Leaving her in the house alone would be a huge test in trust. For her sake, he hoped she passed with flying colors.

****

Without Dak around, Rebekah got bored very easily and very quickly. As soon as he left, she started cleaning the house. It didn’t take her long to see she didn’t need to bother. A former military man, one who continued with the haircut and wore his baseball caps low over his eyes, wouldn’t have a dirty house. Dak had kept everything neat as a pin. He’d made his bed. For a man, he even had an impeccable bathroom.

She resorted to doing her artwork, but found no inspiration without him there. When noontime hit, she didn’t have an appetite to eat anything, not even the rolls.

She bathed herself in his bathroom since he did have a tub, and she didn’t. She shaved her sex again. She made sure to clean out his tub and dry it when she finished.

She padded around his house for a while and nearly forgot about the box of fun he had hidden in his closet. She went into it again and rifled through his box of BDSM toys. She pulled out various whips and chains, floggers, and paddles. The discovery she found at the bottom of the box gave her an idea to get Dak to be sexual with her again.

This plan had to work. If it didn’t, then she had no idea what to do next.

****

Dak glanced at his watch as soon as got home. Two-fifteen. Damn, Vera could talk. She talked about everything under the sun: her deceased husband, her lazy-ass son, gasoline prices, working at Wal-Mart, everything. When the topic turned to Dak finding a wife, he excused himself, finally.

Before going home, he checked out that art supply store in downtown Virginia Beach. Just like the young lady at Wal-Mart had said, they carried lots of well-made art supplies. Rebekah needed to see this place for herself. Then again, if he brought her there, she probably would drop to her knees and give him a blowjob out of appreciation right in the middle of the store…not that that would have been a bad thing.

Damn, he had to stop thinking about her in a sexual way. He had to stay strong. Maybe now that he had refused to sleep with her last night, and she’d seen him taking care of himself that morning…maybe now she got the hint that sex would no longer be happening between them.

Dak walked into a quiet house with several big bags of art supplies in his hand. So that he didn’t alert Rebekah, especially if she slept in her cell, he hid the items in the closet next to the front door. Then he took off his jacket and hung it inside.

Trying to be as quiet as he could, he tiptoed through the kitchen and peered through the doorway into her cell. When he saw her bed made but empty, his heart started thrumming. He came downstairs, not caring how loud he stomped, and checked out her bathroom. That had been empty, too.

“Shit!”

Had Rebekah finally run from him, from his home? She seemed so happy to be with him, like she finally understood her role and what it meant to be a submissive. He picked up the phone in the kitchen and hit redial. Nothing.

He ran to his office and did the same thing. McCreevey had been the last number called there, and he’d been the one to make that call. His computer in his office felt cold, but he would fire it up anyway to check for any unusual activity on it. He had one last phone to review in his bedroom.

As soon as he hit the doorway, he stopped. His jaw unhinged from the sight. Rebekah sat on his bed, naked, with one of his BDSM books in front of her.

“Hi, Master Dak.” She sat up against the pillows.

“What are you doing in here?” He walked into the room and put his hands to his hips.

“You said if I had any questions after reading this book that I could ask you. I have a question. Well, it’s more like a request.” She held the book up, but Dak didn’t take it.

He dropped his gaze and saw one word,
anal
.

“Did you even go beyond that section or did you get to it and stop?” Considering the book had been a glossary of terms and anal play opened the book, he figured out his answer.

“I read the whole book.” She held it on her lap.

“Oh, really? What’s water sports?”

She scrunched her face, but tried to compose herself very quickly. “Master Dak, you want to pee on me or have me pee on you?”

Yep, she’d read the book. Either that or she already knew the definition before he’d asked her.

“No, I just wanted to see if you even got to the
W
’s or if you just hung out in the
A
section.” Dak took the book away from her. “So what did you want to know?”

She glanced to the side, forcing him to do the same. A bottle of lubricant that had to be at least ten years old and an old box of lubricated condoms that had to be older than her sat on the nightstand. How she’d found them, he had no idea. At least she’d cleaned the dust off of them first.

“I would like Master Dak to teach me about anal play.” She crawled toward him. “Please.”

He had to hand it to her. The woman had been clever. He would have her beat this time. “Sure. Let me get cleaned up. You stay right there.”

After washing his hands and stripping down to just his T-shirt and jeans, he went to his box of toys. He knew his old anal kit training bulbs hid at the bottom of the box. He would just have to clean them up. If she thought she had outwitted him into having anal sex with her, she didn’t know him at all.

He got to the bottom of the box and didn’t find the kit. He found anal beads. He could certainly use those. Where the hell had he left that training kit? He searched through other boxes in his closet and found nothing.

“Master Dak? Everything all right?” She asked from the bedroom.

“Fine. I’m fine.” He scanned the closet one last time before coming out of it.

Looking at her in his bed, she had an expectant expression on her face. If she wanted anal play, he might as well give it to her. Her next Dom or even Domme might ask this of her. That would be how he would get through this. He had to think of it all as a training session.

He sat on the edge of the bed and removed his boots.

“Should I do that for you, Master Dak?” She looked way too happy about this.

Inside he felt the same way. Even though he fought the feeling, he wanted a reason to touch Rebekah again, to feel her, to be inside of her.

“No, you just relax.” He took off both of his boots and set them off to the side.

“Is it realistic that my next Dom or Domme would ask that of me, make me relax while he or she disrobed?” Rebekah climbed off the bed as soon as he stood up.

She pulled his shirt from his jeans and tried pulling it over his head. At his height, she couldn’t get it over his head. Dak finished what she’d started.

She folded the item and laid it across the back of a chair in his room. When she came back to him, she started on his jeans. She pulled them down, but didn’t touch his boxers. When he stepped out of his jeans, she folded them and placed them on the chair as well.

When she resumed her spot in front of him, she refrained from touching his boxers. “Would Master Dak like to be completely naked now?”

Her anxiousness showed in the way she chewed her lower lip.

“Yes, remove my boxers.”

She hooked her fingers into the side and scratched his skin with her fingernails in the process.

“I’m so sorry, Master Dak.” To soothe his surface wounds, she licked his skin and kissed his sides.

He wouldn’t make it to the anal lesson if she kept that up. “Thank you.” He stepped out of the boxers and waited for her to fold them as well.

While she did that, he put two of his pillows in the center of the bed.

He grabbed her shoulders and had her face him. “Seriously, you need to understand that most submissives, most women, aren’t into anal play. Did you do this while you were with Blade?”

“He couldn’t get hard, remember? And if it didn’t involve his personal pleasure, he wasn’t for it.” Rebekah’s gaze dropped, probably to look at his penis, which so far had remained flaccid.

Thinking about war and baseball had definitely helped keep it in that state. He knew as soon as he started training her, the South would surely rise again.

“Just remember to use your safe word here. This is just training, not actual play, so I don’t expect you to know what you’re doing or to necessarily please me. Understand?”

She nodded. “Yes, Master Dak.”

He directed her to the bed and how to position her pelvis on the pillows to elevate her ass. She rested her head on another pillow with her arms tucked underneath the pillow.

“Now, some masters and mistresses are so into anal play that they demand that their subs and slaves be waxed clean down there.” Dak pulled on a couple of fine hairs around her anus. “These would have to go, and yes, it would hurt. No amount of screaming the safe word would get you out of it.”