Woman In Chains (31 page)

Dak climbed onto the bed. He straddled her legs. He pressed his knees into the sides of her legs, keeping her trapped. Ordinarily the feeling would have calmed her. Rebekah’s nerves ramped up again. Her stomach tightened. She even clenched her ass cheeks.

Rebekah felt Dak brushing her hair off her back and to the side. She swallowed hard again. She panted as she waited for the next move, the next touch.

As soon as Rebekah felt his fingertips on her shoulders, she jumped. Dak smoothed his tips down her back, over her spine. The light touch awakened her senses. The tickling sensation shook her body as Dak continued sweeping his large digits over her flesh in such a delicate fashion that it relaxed her. Rebekah’s body settled into the mattress as Dak cared for her.

When she felt the bed move under his weight and his lips on her back, Rebekah moaned. She tucked her arms under the pillow where she rested her head. While he danced his fingertips down the sides of her body, he planted small kisses over the same spots he’d caned and flogged just hours ago.

Dak scooted down the bed. Rebekah’s breath caught as soon as she felt him blowing his over her ass. His cool breath eased the heat she still felt from his rough discipline. He kissed along spots where Rebekah imagined red welts existed.

Dak pressed his lips against her cheek and moved over to the other side. He busied his hands by allowing them to massage her ass and move down to her thighs. Rebekah couldn’t help but feel captured, controlled, owned.

Coolness met her back as soon as Dak sat up.

“Turn over,” he commanded.

Without question, Rebekah spun her body over while managing to remain nestled between Dak’s legs.

“I should have done this last night.” Dak lowered his head and kissed Rebekah’s nipples.

The soft, delicate way he treated her body seemed in conflict with what he did to her last night. Her discipline had been harsh. Rebekah had felt it with each aggressive stroke in her pussy and each hit to her back with the flogger.

As she thought about Dak’s actions, she realized he had taken care of her as soon as she uttered her safe word. Calling him Master Blade had been an unintentional slip. No way with how Dak treated her now that she could mistake Dak for that asshole.

Dak had held her as soon as he brought her to bed. Rebekah remembered looking at the digital clock next to Dak’s bed through her tears and seeing how long he had held her. Master Blade wouldn’t have done that. He would have put her in a drawer. He would have discounted her.

Rebekah felt her throat tightening as Dak licked her breast. He dragged his tongue around the sides of her tit like he wanted to erase the marks he must have added when he wrapped the rope around it. He moved to the other tit and gave it the same treatment, laving it like he wanted to erase what had happened.

When Dak moved down her body, kissing her sensitive flesh along the way, Rebekah’s body tightened like before. She’d never been attended to like this from anyone. Dak parted her thighs and made himself comfortable between them.

Using his thumbs, he parted her labia. Rebekah had expected him to lick her, taste her. She could almost feel her juices running out of her.

Dak blew his breath over her aching clitoris. Rebekah arched her back as she sank into the feeling. This man knew how to play with her body. He continued sweeping his soothing breath over her intimate core. When he kissed her inner thighs, she broke.

The scratching that had consumed her throat now became a tightening that would only be relieved if she open her mouth and released the cry she’d been holding back. When she blinked, tears that filled her itchy eyes rolled down the sides of her face. Rebekah threw her forearm over her eyes to hide them from Dak. She didn’t want him thinking she didn’t want this. She wanted this attention.

Rebekah opened her mouth and the cry she’d been holding back emitted from her mouth. She gasped and turned her face to the side.

“I want us to have sex.” Dak’s voice came out calm and quiet.

Rebekah removed her arm from over her eyes and peered down at him. Seeing him between her thighs had her imagining him pumping himself in and out of her. As much as her body screamed for more, Rebekah knew better. Her sore clit and achy nipples just needed more rest to recover.

She opened her mouth to comply with his wishes. As a good submissive, she understood her role.

“Not now.” Dak crawled up her body and gave her a quick kiss on her lips. While over her face, he continued speaking. “As much as I want to deny the fact that we’re good together in bed, I can’t. I’m serious when I say that sex doesn’t exist in a traditional D/s relationship.” He put his hand on the side of her face. He brushed a tear with his thumb. “Nothing about us is traditional, is it?”

Rebekah managed to smile.

“For however long this lasts, I want us to explore everything we can. That includes sex and different types of play. Do you agree with that?”

Unable to speak, Rebekah nodded.

Dak cocked his head. “Speak to me.”

“Y-y-yes. Yes. That’s what I want.” She wiped her face with her hand. “If you want to do it now, I can—”

Dak shook his head. He peered off to the side. “You’ve gotten up too early. Stay in bed a little longer. Get some sleep.” He kissed her forehead before standing up.

“But, Sir, I promised to make you breakfast.” Rebekah sat up on her elbows.

“There will be other mornings.” Dak padded to the bathroom.

“You want me to come in to bathe you?” Rebekah started to get off the bed when Dak held up his hand to halt her.

“You get out of that bed and I’ll discipline you.” His expression went deathly serious.

Rebekah folded her legs back in bed and sought refuge under the comforter. “Sir?”

Dak peered back at her before disappearing into the bathroom.

“Would you talk to a submissive this way?”

Dak studied her face before allowing a small smile to peek through. “No.” He closed the bathroom door behind himself.

Rebekah sank into the bed and brought her knees up to her chest. She couldn’t believe she almost walked out on this man. Now she couldn’t wait to see what else he had in store for her.

****

Dak watched Rebekah get ready for the night’s events. Standing naked in Dak’s room, she brushed her hair.

Just thinking about her sweet sex and how he eased her pain just blowing his breath over it, made his cock throb again. He corraled his urge to lick her slick, pink pussy. Not everything about being a Dom had to do with him and what he wanted. He had a submissive under his care now. If she couldn’t perform, she wouldn’t be any good to him. If he had any chance of making it out of the house with her, he had to get her body off of his mind.

As he watched her spread unscented lotion over her body, he said, “I can’t tell you if all Doms and Dommes expect this, but for me, I like watching my submissive get dressed.”

“And undressed?” She winked at him.

He smiled. “Naturally. But I wouldn’t see that very often.”

“Why?”

He stood. “I expect my sub to be naked twenty-four/seven.” He picked up a garment he had sitting on his bed. “Put this on.”

She held up the frock. Admittedly, he didn’t have the best taste in clothing. If clothing didn’t have to do with something thermal, flannel, or camouflage, he didn’t know what looked fashionable.

“Are we going to church?” She stepped into the flowered dress, then zipped it up on the side.

“No. Church is a place with the most hypocritical and nosiest people I’ve ever encountered, so I avoid it and just make my peace with God when I’m home.” He opened his top dresser drawer and pulled out another gift for Rebekah, one he’d gotten that day when he’d driven into town during lunch. “Put these on.”

She held up the thong panties with a vibrator attachment in the panty. Without question, she slipped on the underwear. To ensure everything had been arranged in the right spot, he pulled up her dress and felt for the attachment, which happened to be right by her clit. Through the panties, he rubbed his thumb over her sensitized nub.

She braced her hands on Dak’s arms. “If you keep that up, I won’t make it out of the house.”

He drew his hand back, then ducked into his bathroom. “We’re leaving this house.” He washed his hands. While he dried them, he stared at her from the doorway. “And you’re not going to come, understand?”

“Not going to come? Are we going to a hotel?”

He shook his head. He pointed down to her feet, his nonverbal way of telling her to put on her shoes.

“We’re going to dinner. I think we’re at the point in our, well, training that I can take you out in public. I expect you address me throughout the night as either Sir or Master. You will eat what I tell you to eat and drink what I tell you to drink.”

She must have caught the seriousness of his tone. The jovial smile slipped down her face. She nodded.

“When I think you’re ready to eat and drink, I will let you know. You will sit after I pull out your chair for you. You will stand when I pull out your chair for you.” He moved in close to her and framed her face in his hands. “You’re a lady. Always remember that.”

She nodded.

When he saw her eyes becoming red, he expressed his desire by pressing his lips against hers. Then he let her go and strolled to his nightstand.

“If the scene gets too intense, I want you to say the safe word, which is—”

“Red, right?”

He nodded. “By the way, what was your problem with using the safe word ‘blue’?”

She peered down for a brief moment, cleared her throat, then brought her attention back to him. “Before you saved me from Master Blade, that was the safe word I had used with him.”

He nodded. So far he’d done the opposite of what Blade would do. He appreciated the fact that she wanted to maintain that sense of separation.

He removed the small bandage from the top of his head and stared at the nearly nonexistent wound in the mirror. He did manage to heal pretty quickly. He tossed the bandage in the trash, and smoothed his hand over his head.

He said, “When you’ve done something right, you’ll be rewarded. If you’ve done something wrong, you will be punished.”

“Speaking of which, I think I have been incredibly good lately. Where are my rewards?” She wrapped her arms around his body.

“What? Being with me is not a prize?”

“It’s the ultimate prize. But these were your rules. I just want to be compliant.”

“Let’s see how you do during dinner. If you behave, you will be rewarded substantially. And if you mess up—”

She gave him a devilish smile. “I’ll endure whatever punishment you think I deserve.”

He nodded. “Good answer.”

He put his hand to the small of her back and led her to the front door. At the door, he slipped one of his jackets onto Rebekah. Although it looked like a parachute on top of her, it would keep her warm until they got to the restaurant.

After he put on his coat, he grabbed the front doorknob and stopped. “There’s one more thing.” He reached into his front pants pocket and pulled out a slender black remote control. With a flick of a switch, he turned it on.

She nearly dropped to her knees. “Oh, God!” She pressed her hand over her vibrating vagina. “That feels amazing.”

With the same ease, he turned off the remote. “It’s been a long time since I’ve had to buy a toy for a submissive. I must admit. I had a great time shopping for you.”

“And are you planning on having just as much fun torturing me?” She combed her fingers through her hair as Dak opened the front door.

“Not torture, dear. Self-control. Discipline.” And a little love, he wanted to add.

****

Rebekah had dined in places like this restaurant before that had cloth napkins and candles on the centers of the tables. After she left home and before she met Master Blade, a couple of her dates had taken her to fancy restaurants to impress her. Her dining companion tonight made this dining experience unique.

True to his word, when they had arrived at the seafood restaurant, Dak walked to the table with Rebekah next to him. He must have noticed her bad habit of trailing behind her master, something Master Blade had taught her. Every time she slowed her pace, Dak brought her next to him.

At the table he pulled out the chair for her as he had told her he would. Then he sat down. The waiter handed Rebekah a menu, then gave one to Dak. She kept her menu closed, and she set it on the table.

“Welcome to Oasis.” The waiter bowed and introduced himself. “Tonight’s special is she-crab soup, prime rib, and broiled tuna steak with a light lemon sauce. Can I start you two off with something to drink?”

Dak glanced at Rebekah as though daring her to say something. She simply smiled.

“We’ll both have hot tea and glasses of water, no lemon.”

The waiter bowed again before leaving.

“You’re doing a great job so far.” He nodded.

“Thank you, Sir.”

To reward her, he reached into his pocket and turned on the remote to a low setting. Although she knew no one else could hear the humming noise, she crossed her legs to both tamp down the sound and to rub it against her clit.

He kept the vibration going until the waiter returned with their drinks. By that time, she wanted to crawl under the table to give Dak some relief.

“Have you two decided what you want? Would you like to start off with an appetizer?”

“A shrimp cocktail for us to share. I’m still deciding on what we want.”

Something about the way Dak said that tickled her. She crossed her arms over her chest. In the position, she circled her finger around her nipple.

“No, no, no.” He let go of the menu to wag his finger at her. “You are not allowed to play with yourself.”

“You said I couldn’t come, but you never said I wasn’t allowed to touch myself.” She placed her hands on the table.

He regarded her for a while. “You’re right. So now I’m telling you, don’t touch yourself.”

“Yes, Sir.” She licked her lips. “Can I touch you?” She took her foot out of her shoe and rubbed it against his leg.