Woman In Chains (30 page)

Dak approached Rebekah. The heat from her ass radiated through his jeans and crept up his stomach. Standing just mere inches from her body, he ached to touch her. When he found out she manipulated him, touching her with his bare hands had been the furthest thing from his mind.

Rebekah’s heavy breathing made her shoulders rise and fall with each breath. She alternated between gripping her cuffs and making fists. The motion had him wondering if she felt just as conflicted. Did she love this punishment, and did she want to punch him at the same time?

Dak swallowed and dropped his gaze. If he didn’t look at her responses, he could work on her all night. He just didn’t think she deserved that.

He dropped the cane he wanted to use on her onto his bag and picked up the vibrator again. He managed to bring her to an orgasm at least six times. The last two times, though, it took her a while to get to her peak. Had he thought about it, he would have asked Siren for her orgasm machine, a contraption that stimulated a woman’s clit and pussy. Dak could have strapped her to it and watched her come over and over and over again.

As soon as Dak turned on the vibrator, Rebekah changed. She shook her head. From where he stood behind her, he watched her body shaking.

Dak circled the tip of the slender, silver device around her distended clitoris. Rebekah tugged on the chains, keeping them taut while he continued playing with her body. At this point, he didn’t even consider her emotions. Did she think of him as a monster or a Master in her head? With that thought, he stopped for a moment.

Rebekah wasn’t like any other woman he’d been with in the past. The more he pushed her body, the greater the guilt grew. Damn. He’d heard of Dom guilt. He’d even talked to other Dominants who detailed some of their regrets after rough play sessions.

He had to stop treating Rebekah like Lil’ Mary. Just because Mary wanted the abuse, begged for it, it didn’t mean all submissives would want harsh punishments, even if the punishment meant having back-to-back orgasms.

As Dak drew the vibrator back and forth between her nether lips, her juices ran down the device and onto his hand. Sheer willpower kept him from licking her essence from his fingers. She tasted better than any candy or syrup he’d ever eaten.

Dak inhaled. Her pungent aroma filled the room. Beyond his better judgment, Dak placed his hand on her shoulder. Rebekah jumped at the connection. Like a cat, she tilted her head to his resting hand and rubbed her face against it.

Dak’s heart pounded as she watched her bit of affection. After what he put her through, she still found relief from his touch. Then she spoke.

“Master Blade. No. I mean, red. Red. Red. Red.” Rebekah tried moving away from him but couldn’t.

When Dak heard Rebekah call him Blade, he felt like someone had punched his gut. Worse than breaking her down with this punishment, he managed to look as bad as Blade. Christ, what had he done?

Dak turned off the vibrator and tossed it on her bed. He made quick work of removing the hobble bar from between her legs, then took off her cuffs, making sure to wrap one arm around her waist to keep Rebekah from falling to the floor.

Rebekah collapsed in his arm and cried. Dak said nothing as he removed her other cuff, then swept her up into his arms. He pressed her body next to his chest as he carried her to his bedroom. Ordinarily, when working with a submissive, Dak felt nothing but pride when he could get one to utter a safe word. With Rebekah, he knew he’d failed her. He had to get her to his bedroom soon. The weight of his failings crushed his shoulders.

When he got to his room, Dak sat her on his bed. “I’ll run a bath.” The first words he uttered to her seemed so trivial. He should have said more. Yes, Rebekah had made him angry. She didn’t deserve this treatment. With her, he shouldn’t have been the Iceman.

Dak attempted to let her go so that he could run a bath. Rebekah held onto his hand. She shook her head as she continued crying.

“Please. Please.” She didn’t say much more than that.

She pulled him toward her as she positioned herself on her side. After denying her human touch, Dak had no problem giving her that contact. In his mind, he considered this as part of aftercare. Truly he needed to comfort a submissive, a woman, he had now damaged. Still wearing his jeans and boots, Dak crawled into bed behind Rebekah and wrapped his arms around her.

Although she asked him to come to bed, Rebekah tried pushing his hands away from holding her. The lower half of her body had its own agenda. She brushed her rounded ass against his crotch. Dak assumed that pushing her so much sensually caused quite a conflict in her. Her mind probably told her to hate Dak for his punishment, yet her lower half still begged for more.

Dak kept his arms wrapped around her body, refusing to release her. Her trembling clued him in on the severity of his punishment. Each time she tried pulling away from him, he held her closer. Dak kissed the side of her face.

He hoped the small bit of affection would quiet her crying. Instead Rebekah sobbed even harder. Tears rolled down over his arms. Dak couldn’t let her go. He squeezed her tighter.

“Clearer heads will prevail in the morning. We’ll talk about this then.” With that proclamation, he hoped she would be able to sleep.

In the morning, he would send Rebekah on her way. He couldn’t be any good for her. Not now. Not ever.

Chapter Eighteen

Dak didn’t sleep at all during the night. He kept replaying the whole messed-up incident from last night in his mind. Rebekah’s pain would forever be burned in his brain. Her tears etched paths down his arms as she cried for most of the night. Relief only came to him when she finally fell asleep.

Dak watched Rebekah sleep. In their first night together in his bed, it should have been special, something magical. Instead it had been tarnished by his actions.

As carefully as he could, Dak eased his arm from under Rebekah’s body, trying hard not to wake her. When he managed to ease himself away, Dak rolled off the bed and crept to the bathroom. He pushed the door to block the light coming from it but didn’t close it all the way, afraid that even the clicking sound would rouse her.

He washed his hands, splashed water on his face, and fought against the urge to look at his reflection. Dak turned off the water and raised his head. His red eyes proved how much sleep he didn’t get. The bags under his eyes weighed his whole face down along with his turned down mouth. As soon as he spied his mouth, the churning in his stomach went into reverse.

Dak dove to the side and positioned his head over the commode in time for him to purge his guts. Guilt didn’t taste good going down or coming back up. Acid burned his throat. He heaved again. The only way he would get some relief would be to unburden himself.

Dak wiped his mouth and rinsed it with some mouthwash before he opened the door. He gasped at the vision on the other side. Rebekah, still naked, still carrying a look of anger and confusion, stood on the other side.

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Run, girl, run!

Rebekah hadn’t woken up until she felt cold, colder than when it hit her last night that Dak’s attentiveness had been an elaborate punishment. The phrase “fucked to death” applied to what Dak had done to her. If he didn’t want her, Rebekah knew what she would have to do. She needed to go.

Rebekah had gotten out of bed, determined to find some clothes and leave. She wouldn’t even tell Dak goodbye. He probably wouldn’t have cared anyway. She had stopped at the bathroom door for a moment if only to make sure he remained occupied for a while. Then she’d heard something she never expected to hear after her punishment. Dak had gotten sick. Did he feel bad for what he’d done to her?

Rebekah crossed her arms over her chest and squared off with this man. Before she left, she had to get something off her mind.

“I didn’t deserve that last night.” Rebekah took a deep breath before she continued speaking. A subtle throbbing pulsated between her thighs that briefly rendered her speechless. She balled her hands into fists before speaking. “I know you were angry with me. I shouldn’t have tricked you.” She dropped her gaze and thought about her actions, both from yesterday and from her past. “I realize something. I’ve been manipulating people for a long time. With Master Blade, I pushed him to punish me. When I was a teenager, I would act out or dress a certain way to get a reaction from my father.” She stared into Dak’s eyes. “I’ve never found that being honest with people, with men, has worked in my favor. I put you in that same category, and I shouldn’t have. I should have been honest with you.” She took a step closer to him now that she found her voice. “What you did to me last night, making me come over and over again to hurt me, you made me feel like a piece of meat.”

“You want to leave?” Dak’s low voice rumbled over her.

Her clit twitched again. Rebekah shook her head.

“Why?”

Dak didn’t ask like he wanted her to go. He tone held curiosity and wonder. If Rebekah didn’t know any better, she had the impression that maybe he didn’t deserve her, deserve a good relationship.

“No one has ever regretted what they did to me.”

“How do you—” Dak stopped. He peered behind himself to look into the bathroom.

“I know in a traditional D/s relationship that there is no sex. I get that. And I know you’re trying hard to show me the true Lifestyle.” She shook her head. “I won’t apologize for desiring you, Sir.”

The longer she stared at Dak, the more she felt her small bit of power slipping away again. Rebekah dropped her gaze again as she waited for his response.

“Do you think you should be talking to a Dom this way?” Dak put his hands to his hips and glared at her.

Rebekah waited a beat before lifting her gaze again. “I don’t know. I’ve never been with a good Dom before.”

She watched Dak’s jaw flex at the intended dig. Rebekah expected to be punished again. Maybe he would throw her out of his home this time. Or he could do what he did to her last night. At that thought, she shuddered.

Dak took a few steps in her direction. Determined not to cave, Rebekah remained in her spot. She kept her legs together when she felt her knees knocking together.

Instead of touching her or squaring off against her, Dak sat on his bed. He rested his large hands on his knees, then took a deep breath. Rebekah faced him while keeping her hands clutched together.

Keeping his stare on her, Dak spoke. “What I did to you last night is something called forced orgasm. It is a real play in the Lifestyle. I messed up doing it on you. To do this, all parties have to consent. I took that away from you. I can’t apologize enough for doing that. You’re right. You didn’t deserve to be treated that way.”

To hear his sincere words kickstarted Rebekah’s heart. She waited a beat before taking a step closer to him. Her instinct to flee escaped her. Deep down, she recognized that Dak needed her. Her Dom needed her.

“I told you that I didn’t apply for the police department because of my dyslexia. That’s part of the reason. I’m a very black-and-white type of person.”

She peered down at herself, then at Dak.

“No, not in color.” He hitched a smile at the corner of his mouth. “I only see things as right and wrong. If I think something is wrong, I suddenly become judge, jury, and executioner. In the military, that behavior helped me out in a lot of situations. Then I became uncontrollable. My anger would get to the point where I was lethal.”

She remained frozen to her spot. Rebekah didn’t fear him. She marveled at the fact that he sounded so much like her, so afraid to admit she needed help at times. 

Dak sat up taller as he continued his confessions. “I learned how to control my temper; at least I thought I did. How I handled that situation with Doc when you first ran away, I could have been better about it. I didn’t have to throw his keys in the woods. And the old me would have done more to him. I could have hurt him. I could have put him in the hospital. That’s what I mean. I didn’t let him say anything to me because in my mind, he was wrong, and that was it. If I’m a cop, and I see someone I think is breaking the law, I’m afraid of what I’ll do to him or her.”

“I don’t believe you.” Rebekah’s voice came out a lot stronger than she thought it would.

Dak shook his head. “I wouldn’t lie about that. If I think someone’s done something wrong, it’s hard for me to see another side to the situation. It’s the same way I felt about what you did yesterday. If you had just told me what you wanted, we could have talked about it.”

“I did. You knew I wanted you. You said you didn’t want lines to be blurred.” She moved in closer to him.

“I don’t. The last thing I want to do is to drag you into my crazy world.”

Rebekah dropped down to her knees in front of him. While staring into his eyes, she started undoing his boots. She wanted him to see from her actions that she could take anything he dished out. She wanted to stay.

With both shoes off, after removing his socks, she placed one foot on her lap and rubbed it. “I will never lie to you again, Sir.” Rebekah hoped he caught the seriousness in her stare.

“I won’t either.” Dak took a deep breath. “I can’t deny that I want more from our arrangement.” He stood. “Up.”

Rebekah blinked before rising to her feet.

Dak pointed to the bed. “Lie down on your stomach.”

Rebekah hesitated before Dak took a step back and pointed to the bed. She allowed her gaze to drop down for a moment to check if he had been aroused. Although her clit throbbed being this close to him, and after what had happened last night, her poor body couldn’t take much more. Maybe he had planned to take her anally this time since he spared her from that act last night.

“Now.” Dak nodded to the bed.

Rebekah balled her hands into fists before moving to the bed. She positioned herself on her stomach and turned her face toward Dak. She wanted him to see her expression. She opened herself up to him. She hoped he recognized that.