Woman In Chains (32 page)

He responded by turning on the vibrating panties to the second highest setting. She jumped as soon as he turned it on. Damn, now she wanted to press her hand on her crotch to ease the ache.

In a casual manner, Dak scanned the menu as he tortured her. She slammed her hand on the table to get Dak’s attention.

He peered over the menu and simply asked, “You like crab, right?”

“Oh, why did I agree to do this?” She crossed her legs the other way and tried not to bounce in her chair.

“Because you like your limits pushed, remember?” He winked. “Don’t forget addresses.”

“Sorry, Sir.”

Just like last time, when the waiter returned with their appetizer, Dak stopped the device. If he kept this up throughout the meal, she wouldn’t make it to dessert.

Dak picked up one shrimp by the tail, swirled it in the chunky cocktail sauce and held it up to her to eat from his hand. Rebekah took a bite and licked his fingers for good measure. She noticed a couple of diners glancing their way, but she didn’t care. It didn’t matter that she had on an ugly dress or no bra or panties that vibrated, or that she wore a flannel coat into a fancy restaurant. Dak consumed her attention and thoughts.

“Shall I serve you, Master?” She moved her chair closer to him.

“No, you’re going to be a little busy. Your hands may not be very steady.” He clicked on the remote again to the third highest setting.

At this rate, her body trembled uncontrollably. People looking at her probably thought a seizure overtook her. To cut down on her suspicious behavior, Dak wrapped his arm around her and positioned her head on his shoulder.

“You like it, Rebekah?” He trailed his fingertips up and down her arm, leaving goose bumps in their wake.

“Yes, Sir.” She wanted to control her legs, but she couldn’t get them to stop.

“You want more food?” He held up another shrimp to her mouth, but she shook her head. “What do you want?”

She looked him. “You. In your truck. Please.”

The waiter came back to their table. “Everything okay? You two ready to order dinner?”

“Check, please. We have to go now.”

“Oh, um, was everything okay with the shrimp cock—”

Dak stood up. “Yes, it was wonderful. Here.” He pressed two twenty-dollar bills in his hand. “This should cover what we had plus a tip.”

Rebekah tried standing, but with the vibrator going off, she found it difficult to do so. Dak grabbed her coat, then wrapped her arm around his shoulders to help her walk out. To steady herself, she held him around his waist.

He helped her into his truck, then got in on the driver’s side. Before he could even start it, she climbed all over him.

“Not in the parking lot.” He started the truck and screeched out of the lot. “Remember, self-control.”

“Says the man who cut out on dinner.” She writhed in her seat.

No matter how hastily he drove, he couldn’t get to his house fast enough. As soon as he pulled into his driveway, she could no longer wait. She climbed into his lap as he reclined his seat back. They both worked on his pants. When he undid his belt, she worked on the button closure and the zipper.

He pulled out his erection, and she pulled her panty to the side. Within a blink of an eye, she impaled herself on him. The world around them stopped. Her muscles throughout her body tensed. He didn’t give her time to catch her breath.

He raised his hips up and down to fuck her when she didn’t move. Then she rotated her hips.

“Oh, I can see why you liked the panties so much.” He palmed her ass. “That feels good against my dick.”

He snaked his hands up her dress and grabbed her breasts. From all of their panting, the windows fogged.

Rebekah wrapped one arm around his shoulder. She used her other hand to brace it against the driver side window.

“How do you feel? Too sore?” Dak kissed her neck. “Tell the truth.”

“More. More.” Rebekah leaned her head back. “Make it hurt. Make it yours. Make me yours.”

Dak increased his thrusts with Rebekah meeting him stroke for stroke. He shoved her dress up as far as it could go, getting it under her chin, so that he could suck her nipple. He used his free hand to massage her ass.

Rebekah didn’t know if it had anything to do with them having sex in Dak’s truck, but in this instance, it felt more intimate than any other time. She felt his need. The longer they had sex, the stronger the connection became. Nothing and no one could break it.

“Hope you’re ready to come, because I am.” He thrust his hips up and came so hard that it prompted Rebekah’s orgasm.

She collapsed on top of his body. “So much for going out in public.”

He laughed. “We’ll have other opportunities, I’m sure. Right now it’s good to be at home with you.”

She agreed. She’d never felt so at home until now. After tonight, she knew Dak would never let her go.

Chapter Nineteen

Days turned into weeks. What had initially been a job, one of the last ones for Dak, had become a new life for him. Rebekah filled his home with energy, warmth, laughter, and passion. He couldn’t wait to wake up each morning to be with her.

Under her protest, he took down the bars that made up her makeshift jail cell. He turned it into her art studio. The sex they had when he’d given her all of the art supplies he’d purchased exhausted him for days. He’d never been so nude and so spent, even at the pinnacle of his BDSM involvement.

With each completed painting, he got them matted and framed and hung them on his walls. Gone were the staid paintings his grandfather had left.

“Master Dak, come here. I want to show you something,” Rebekah called from the back room.

Dak still remembered the times when she had refused to talk to him and only referred to herself as “This Slave.” Thankfully, she had transformed from that person.

Dak padded downstairs. In the center of the room sat an easel with a cover over it.

“This had better be good.” He tried giving her his harshest face, but whenever he looked at her, he couldn’t help but smile.

“I hope you like it.” Standing next to it naked, she removed the sheet. “Ta-da.”

What she revealed blew him away. Underneath hid a painting of him sleeping. Dak walked up to it to examine it. She’d managed to not only capture his likeness, but make him seem harmless.

“It’s how I see you. I like watching you sleep.” She stood next to him. “What do you think?”

If he could talk, he would tell her that he loved it. Since words escaped him, he lifted her into his arms and swung her around the room.

“I guess you love it.” She kissed the side of his face.

“I love it.” He set her down and framed her face into his hands. “And I love you.” The words made him blink, but he meant them. To punctuate his point, he said them again. “I love you, Brea Rebekah Oliphant.”

“I love you, too, Master Dakota Ricci.”

“Oh, really? Why don’t you show me how?” He started to take off his shirt when he heard his doorbell chime followed by a loud rapping.

“Damn.” He brought his shirt back down. “You stay down here and don’t say a word, okay?”

She nodded.

“And for God’s sake, don’t get dressed.”

She laughed as he made his way to the front door. He opened the door and his mouth dropped open.

“No.”

Gordon cocked his head. “No, ‘Hey, friend. Glad to see you again. Hope everything is okay’?”

As usual, Gordon walked into Dak’s house without an invitation.

“I’ve been gone a long time.” Gordon tried walking to Dak’s kitchen, but Dak blocked his path.

“I know. I guess you never got my messages.” Dak stood at the doorway into his kitchen and folded his arms.

“I did. I just wasn’t in a position to call you.” Gordon peered around Dak’s shoulders. “Is something going on that you don’t want me to know about? You got a grow house operation going on down there?”

Dak rolled his eyes. “Yes, growing pot out of my home would look good on my resume if I were to go into law enforcement. I just have a lot of stuff going on, and I don’t have time to chitchat.”

“I don’t, either. I just came by to let you know that I was with Scott for all of that time.”

Dak uncrossed his arms. “And?”

“He’s out of the woods again. He’s doing well on the new treatment, so doctors are hopeful. Keep your fingers and toes crossed for him.”

Dak covered his eyes, thankful that his friend would be okay. “That’s wonderful news.”

“Yep, so now I can take This Slave off of your hands, unless you’ve already found her another home. Have you?”

“Yes, I found her a new Dom.” The lie ripped at Dak’s gut, but what else could he do? He wouldn’t give her up. Since SAFE members couldn’t keep their saves, Gordon wouldn’t understand.

“Really? Who? Anyone I know?”

“Let’s make a deal. You tell me where Lil’ Mary is, and I’ll tell you where Rebek—uh, This Slave is.”

“Still hung up on that, huh? Fine. Don’t tell me. Just so long as she’s happy and safe.”

“I promise you, she is both.” Dak could say that with certainty.

Gordon headed to the front door and stopped. “So any truth to the rumor that you’re dating now?”

“What? Who’s starting that rumor?’

“A few people in town. Vera said you were buying women’s clothing from Wal-Mart not too long ago. She also said you were buying paint and art supplies.”

“I’m taking up a new hobby.” That lie sounded plausible.

“Cross-dressing artist?”

“Ha, ha, very funny.”

“You know, Raven’s son works as a waiter at that seafood place. What’s it called? Island? Orca?”

Dak swallowed. “Oasis?”

Gordon snapped his fingers. “That’s it! He said he saw you running out of the place with a sexy woman and leaving him a hefty tip.”

“I am allowed to date, aren’t I?”

“Sure. So long as it’s not one of your saves. You know the rules. It’s like a psychiatrist dating one of her patients. No ethics in it. You weren’t seeing her, were you?”

Dak knew exactly what Gordon meant, and damn if he didn’t try hard to follow that rule. Rebekah pulled him in and kept him close to her.

Did he see himself as a monster for having sex with one of his saves, for keeping her, for not wanting to let her go? He couldn’t think about that right now.

Dak opened his front door for his friend. “Look, people talk around here. You of all people should know that you shouldn’t listen to what everyone says. Now, if you don’t mind, I have a lot of work to do.”

Gordon shrugged. “I guess I’ll see you later, then.”

Dak closed the door and locked it. He should have told his friend the truth. The way he looked at him, like he had done something so monumentally wrong, he just didn’t feel like arguing with him right now. He had Rebekah now. He loved her, and she loved him.

As he headed back down to Rebekah to finish what they had started, his phone rang. Probably Gordon calling from the driveway to tell Dak that he didn’t believe him.

“Yeah!”

“And hello to you, too,” McCreevey said.

“Sorry, man. Just had a bad run-in with a buddy of mine.”

“Just so long as that bad run-in wasn’t me. Look, I checked out your girl. I found out who she is. Her name is Brea—”

“Oliphant. Yeah, she finally told me her name.”

“She did? Wow, kind of surprising.”

Dak furrowed his eyebrows. “Why is that?”

“The girl has a history. Mainly stuff when she was a teenager. Vandalism, B&E, grand theft auto.”

“She stole a car?”

“Yeah, the report has it that she claimed her father gave her permission, but the dad was the one who reported it stolen. She has one thing in her adult record. Assault.”

Dak leaned on the counter in the kitchen. He looked through the doorway to the backroom area and saw Rebekah, or Brea as he now saw her, tiptoeing around the room.

“What are the facts on that report?” Dak kept a careful eye on her.

“She said some neighbor kid tried to feel her up, so she kicked him. He claimed she led him on, then screamed foul when he said he had no interest in dating her. His word against hers. The charges were eventually dropped. They were told to stay away from each other.”

So Rebekah did know how to defend herself. Why did she seem so scared to show that side of herself through their lessons?

“Oh, I will tell you this. Her old man filed a missing person report about five years ago. The girl just dropped out and was never heard from again. I know if I were a parent and someone found my kid, I would want to see her or him again.” McCreevey gave Dak her father’s name, phone number, and address. “Do the right thing, Dak. I know you will.”

“Hey, thanks for all of the info. What do I owe you?” Dak shoved the piece of paper in his pocket.

“Don’t ever bring up that I owe you for Kuwait again, and you can call us even.”

Dak laughed. “Deal. Let me ask you something on a serious note. That offer.”

“Yes?”

“You know, the one where I work for you—”

“Are you straight up, man?”

Dak had thought long and hard on this. He liked acting outside of the box, bucking all of the rules, which wouldn’t work as a regimented officer of the law. Plus, it would be great to work with his friend again.

“I’m serious. Tell me what I need to do to become a private investigator.”

“Give me a call tomorrow. I’ll talk to you about it. You won’t regret it.”

How could Dak regret finally taking control of his life, his career? “Talk to you later.” He disconnected the call and walked to the doorway.

Rebekah looked at him and skipped over to him. “Would it freak you out to mount the picture over your bed? You know, a sleeping you above a sleeping you.”

He smiled, but as he stared at her, he saw a confused little girl who worried her only relative. “Sounds good. Hey, why don’t we get dressed and go take a ride?”

“Will this be like when we went to the Oasis?” She slid her hands under his shirt.

“Better. Get dressed. I hope you like this surprise.”

She gave him a quick kiss before she ran into his bedroom to dress. He went down into her studio and gathered up some of her paintings and drawings. A father who worried about his daughter would want to see everything she’d done. Dak would do something right for a change.