Silken Desires (5 page)

Her body felt stiff and she realized it was
from lying down so much. Stretching to one side, and then to the
other felt really good. Arching her back she could hear and feel
her spine cracking. Probing her head and her cheek, she surveyed
her injuries. She felt like she should cry, it was all too much;
the trip, her injury, and Jonathan in her home.

She didn’t stop her fingers after exploring
her face; she let them continue on a path along the front of her
body. Remembering Jonathan’s hard cock pressing into her back on
the couch earlier, she leaned against the counter, and ran her
palms over her breasts and pinched her nipples. Her pussy clenched
in desire and that overrode the need to sob, instead she wanted to
cry out in ecstasy.

She must’ve forgotten she had a temporary
roommate, Jonathan watched as she slowly teased her nipples through
her shirt. He made a gasping noise in the hallway that shook her
from her brief excitement, and she hurried back to unloading the
dishwasher.

“Just what do you think you’re doing?”
Jonathan rushed in to take over the dishes, and tried to forget the
image he just saw. Roxi touching herself. Not just touching, but
pleasuring her nipples and enjoying it.

Roxi’s face flushed, no doubt why. “But I –
I’m feeling much better.”

“You go lie down and rest. I’ll finish up
here.” She didn’t argue and took off for the bedroom half slamming
the door behind her. A few moments later, he heard the shower
running. At war with himself, he didn’t know if he should go and
help her, or at least make sure she was all right, or just stay
away?

Entering the bedroom, he strode quietly
toward the bathroom where the door wasn’t quite closed. A trail of
her clothing had been strewn about on the floor. Her womanly figure
silhouetted through the frosted shower doors. She washed or rubbed
herself, he couldn’t tell.

She groaned a deep, drawn-out moan, and
knowing her the way he did, he knew exactly what she was doing. His
cock went hard in an instant. Unable to look away he rubbed himself
through his jeans while watching her as she brought herself to
pleasure. Her whimpers and moans were sounds he missed and he
wanted to be the one making her feel that way. She climaxed far too
soon for him and he pushed away from the doorframe.

He went to the couch to compose himself and
grabbed a magazine and pretended to be reading it. It was futile
attempt; he never found his composure, and she never came out from
her room. He checked on her a few times during the night, and she
appeared to be fine. He slept when his mind allowed him too; he
kept having thoughts of him and Roxi, and how happy they once were,
but that was too long ago. They could never have that again.

The next day they avoided each other except
to eat, and even then the conversation lacked depth. “I’m doing
much better, the headache is hardly an issue, and my eye is no
longer swollen. The bruising will take some time to go away. But
I’m good. I know you have a life to get back to. I don’t think you
need to be here anymore.” Roxi swirled spaghetti on her fork not
making eye contact with Jonathan, but not eating it either.

“A life?” he asked.

“Your girlfriend, what’s her name? Linda?
The one that called yesterday.” She put the fork to her mouth and
took a bite.

“She isn’t my girlfriend.” His eyebrows
pulled together. “Don’t you remember her? Linda? From the
plane?”

Roxi chewed and swallowed her food, trying
to remember anyone by the name of Linda. “No, should I?”

“Well, yeah. She was a flight attendant on
our flight. Remember I told you?” Jonathan wasn’t eating, he
watched her.

“No. I don’t remember, but she must be good
looking since you exchanged phone numbers.” Her voice expressed a
teasing disapproval.

“She’s all right.” His grin probably
betrayed him, so he said nothing more.

The grin left his face, and conversation
abruptly ended when Jonathan left the table without finishing his
meal. He paced the room for a moment and then headed out of her
apartment. Unsure of what just happened she sat in disbelief. What
had she done or said to chase him off like that?

An hour went by and she cleaned up from
dinner then planned on watching television until Jonathan returned.
Assuming he would. Staring at the screen, not really watching or
hearing it, she picked up the remote and turned it off. She decided
to go look for him.

Opening the door to her apartment she could
hear a noise coming from across the hall, but Jake and Kristy
hadn’t returned yet. It came from Jake’s special room, his kinky
playroom of sorts. It doubled as his private gym and he equipped it
with exercise machines rigged with bondage implements. Quietly
pushing the door open an inch more so she could peek in, her breath
caught in her throat.

Jonathan, wearing only his jeans and looking
as sexy as he was dangerous, threw a bullwhip toward a punching
bag. He looked torn, furious, and gorgeous all at the same time.
His hand wrapped around the thick handle as he moved with a grace
only he could possess. She watched mesmerized as the two
bellied-braid of the leather thong snaked back and forth through
the air looking for purchase. She jumped unexpectedly as the nylon
popper made a cracking sound that she knew all too well.

Jonathan’s body looked firmer and his
muscles more defined than she’d ever seen before. He planted his
bare feet on the floor, bending at the knees. Throwing the whip
forward, from the bottom of his soles following through with his
whole body, he made the bullwhip look like an extension of himself.
The repetitive popping noises made her remember a time that she
tried to block from her memories, but the invisible burn of her
scars wouldn’t allow it.

The most painful of the memories to become
clearer in her mind was the day she decided to leave Jonathan. The
first day he used a whip on her. A shiver ran down her spine, her
heart rate increased, and her breathing came quicker. She wasn’t
afraid, not at all. In fact, quite the opposite, she was turned on,
and that’s what scared her into leaving him in the first place. She
never told anyone of this, and kept it bottled up inside of her all
this time. Even Jonathan didn’t know.

Her body hummed with anticipation watching
the whip flow through the air. Each time it hit the target her body
zinged, practically crying out for the burning sting she could
imagine it leaving behind.

Jonathan needed to know the truth. He was
unattached, worked the whip like a pro, and he was there for her.
Each resounding crack called to her. She needed it badly, and
needed it now. What she never got the chance to tell Jonathan in
words, she’d gratefully show him now.

Roxi disrobed in the hall and slipped into
the playroom undetected. Kneeling in submission at the door, she
waited. The cracking sounds went quiet and she heard Jonathan
breathing heavily from across the room. She heard movement, but
refused to look.

“What the fuck?” His bare feet appeared in
her vision. “Roxi get up!”

“Permission to speak, Sir.”

“Roxi we aren’t playing.”

She lifted her head slightly and looked at
him through her lashes. “I need this, I want this.” Her voice
waivered almost into sobs as her body uncontrollably shook like a
junkie needing a fix.

His mouth popped open and he gapped at her.
“What are you saying Roxi?” He knelt as tears formed in her eyes.
He placed his hand on her cheek. “Talk to me.”

“There’s something I should’ve told you a
long time ago.” She sniffled.

“Come, put your things on. You must be
cold.” Her skin rose in chill bumps and her hairs stood
upright.

He reached down for her, offering a hand to
help her up. She hesitated, not wanting to leave the playroom, or
the whip. She shook her head lowering her gaze toward his feet.

“
Rox
.” His tone deepened in a
threatening manner.

She remained kneeling in his favorite
position with her hands behind her back and her breasts jutting out
as far as she could get them.

Angel!” He bellowed. “Stand.” No more Mister
Nice Guy. Master Jonathan showed face and by the sounds of it, he
was pissed. “Get up now or I’ll punish you, and it’s not the kind
of punishment you want either.”

Hearing her pet name, she responded and got
to her feet keeping her head down respectfully.

“Come!” He grabbed her by the crook of her
arm and led her to the apartment only stopping to gather her
clothing off the hallway floor.

At the couch he told her to sit. She did so
willingly. Keeping in sub mode she didn’t look at him, but he
wasn’t sitting with her, either. She could see his legs walking
past pacing back and forth in front of her. She would not speak
unless told to. She waited.

When his feet stopped moving, he finally
spoke. “You have to explain this to me. I really can’t make sense
of your behavior. What’s gotten into you? Is it the injury to your
head?”

“Master, I have much to tell you. I don’t
know where to start.”

“First, you can stop with the
Master
business. I haven’t been your Master for some time. Second, put
your clothes on. Now.”

She didn’t move. She couldn’t move. “I—I
can’t.” She began sobbing. “I need to be disciplined first.
Please?” As she raised her head and locked eyes with him, the anger
etched on his face receded into concern.

He moved and knelt in front of her, taking
her hands. “Roxi, honey? Is it that bad? Do you
really
need
this?” He ran his thumbs over her soft knuckles.

She couldn’t speak so she just nodded her
head slowly.

“
Fuck
,” he breathed.

He stood and paced some more. “You’re still
not healed. Your injury…I don’t want to cause you more harm. I
don’t know if I can do this.”

“Can—can you call someone else then?” Her
voice came out small, but if he couldn’t help her obtain the level
of pain she needed, she wanted to find someone who could.

She fucked up with Jonathan, he was upset
with her, and she felt the need for discipline to right her world.
She’d gone about things the wrong way, and should have sat down and
spoken to him like she intended to on the plane. Knowing Jonathan
like she did, Roxi could see he was at odds with himself. Another
reason she should be punished.

Stopping his movement again, he went to her
and scooped her up onto his lap, cradling her. “No. I will not call
anyone else. If anyone is going to do this, it’s going to be me.”
With one fluid motion he flipped her over his knee.

He moved his hand over the swell of her bare
exposed ass. Her body responded with a quick shudder up her spine.
“Please, Jonathan. Please?” she begged, sounding urgent and
needy.

Jonathan didn’t bother with warming up her
bottom to prepare it for a spanking, the least harmful punishment
he could dish out in her condition, and he didn’t plan to spank her
too hard. Hell, he wasn’t even sure what she needed to be
disciplined for, but she begged. He knew her tolerance level for
pain, but looking at the scars on her back, he realized he didn’t
know the half of it. Raising his hand high he lowered it in a hard
slap that echoed throughout the room.

“Yes!” she cried.

“Twenty. That’s all you’re getting until we
discuss this further, Angel.”

“Yes, Sir.” She quickly agreed.

Smack! Smack! Smack!
The last few
were the hardest, hard enough to leave her cheeks a nice rosy pink.
Moans full of pleasure and relief sounded in his ears. He sat her
up and pulled her close to his body, holding her tightly. He
whispered in her ear, “Are you all right, my Angel?”

“Yes, thank you, Sir.” She kissed his cheek,
and nuzzled against his chest.

After sitting for a while, he stroked her
hair. “Roxi? Are you ready to talk?”

“I am.” She stood, walked to the bedroom,
and headed straight to the bathroom. He followed and waited for her
on the bed. When she came back into the room, she wore a pair of
sweats and a t-shirt. He felt relieved over the fact that she
looked somewhat better.

He lay on his side, and patted the bed.
“Come lay with me.” It wasn’t an order, just a suggestion.

She slid onto the bed and slowly lowered
herself next to him. Facing each other they shared a tender moment
where they gazed lovingly at one another, but it ended when Roxi’s
voice broke through the silence. “I’m a pain slut, Jonathan.”

He didn’t speak for a brief moment, and then
he glanced away briefly. “I saw your back, your scars.”

“It’s why I left you that day. You didn’t
scare me with the whipping during our last scene. We both agreed to
it, it was completely consensual, and I knew that you loved me and
wouldn’t harm me.” She sighed.

“I wish we never would’ve tried that. I’m
sorry.” He wanted to reach out and touch her, but she finally began
opening up, almost a year and half later, and he didn’t want to
break the spell.

“I’m not sorry. I enjoyed it, loved every
minute of it, even. It was the biggest orgasm I’d ever had without
any other stimulation, and that’s what scared me.” She lowered her
gaze. “It was so powerful and I knew in that moment that I needed
more than you could provide me with, because I wanted more, I
wanted it harder. So I left. That’s the hardest thing I’ve ever
done, Jonathan. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I did it to protect
you—from me.” Her eyes watered over.

Lifting her chin gently with his fingertips,
he shook his head. “You should have told me. We could’ve worked
through it. I would have done anything for you.”

“
Would have?
You mean you wouldn’t…”
She trailed off and shook her head. “Never mind, I ran because
those feelings were embarrassing. Confused as to why I had them. I
knew you weren’t comfortable whipping me in the first place.” When
Jonathan didn’t respond she continued. “Remember? It took forever
to talk you into trying it. I don’t regret it one bit. I’d do it
again in a heartbeat, especially now seeing how well you wield a
whip.”