The Silken Edge (Silken Edge 1) (16 page)

“No, not at all.” She gather
ed blankets, a pillow, and then set up the sofa bed. “Make yourself at home.”

Once Roxi was set up, Kristy headed across the hall. Taking a deep breath, she knelt down on the floor in a submissive position, and knocked on the door. For the longest time she didn’t think he’d answer, but then the door opened a crack.

“Kristy. No. Not tonight. I don’t want to play.” She didn’t move. “Kristy! I said no!” His voice demanded. Defeated she stood up.

“Can we talk then?”

“There’s nothing to say.” He started to close the door but she stuck her hand in to stop him, it was too late and her hand pinned between the door and the doorjamb.

“Ouch!” she cried.

He quickly pulled the door back . “Shit, I’m sorry baby. I didn’t see your hand there. Are you okay?” He took her hand gingerly and flipped it over inspecting it. “Let’s get some ice on this.”

Despite the pain, she secretly smiled. Although it wasn’t her plan, she’d made it inside. “I’ll be fine.”

“Ice. Just to be sure.” He placed some cubes in a zipper bag and carefully wrapped a hand towel around the coldness then applied it to the top of her hand. With a sharp intake of air into her mouth, she winced. Jake sat next to her on the couch cradling her hand.

Kristy went over and over in her head what she wanted to say but came up blank. “I think it’s better now, I should go.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine I don’t even see a mark.” She flipped her and over and showed him.

“I don’t mean about your hand. Well yes, that, but also how I acted at dinner. I was an ass. I pressed you into telling me something that should’ve remained private between you and Jonathan. I owe him an apology too. I’m not sure how I feel about what you told me.” He shook his head. “I think I’m mad, hurt, and upset. Can one person be all those things at once? Oh, and jealous, that’s a feeling I’m not familiar with. I don’t know what to do with all these new things.”

“You’ve never had emotional relationship problems before?”

“No, Kristy, I haven’t. I’m always the Dom in charge. Simple as that. This…this whatever, is all new to me. I don’t know what to do; I don’t know how to handle it. Honestly, I want to run to the club, fall into my schedule, and forget this all happened. Forget you happened. It hurts too much.”

She couldn’t have felt worse if he had slapped her in the face and punched her in the gut.
“Oh!”
When her brain finally came back after the burst of mental anguish, she dropped the bagged ice on the floor and ran out of his place to hers. She slammed the door behind her and locked it. Sinking to the floor she sat stunned.

All the commotion must have woken Roxi, because Kristy felt her at her side. “What's wrong?” A loud knock came from the door and both women jumped.

“Kristy! Open up. Let me in! I’m sorry, let me explain.” He pounded again and again.

Turning toward the door Kristy yelled, “Explain what? You wished you could forget me. That’s pretty straight forward to me. Go the fuck away!” She pounded back on the door causing pain to rip through her injured hand. “Shit,” she whispered, and cradled her hand against her chest.

“He really said that?” Roxi’s expression was hard.

“Yes.”

“Oh, Kristy. I’m so sorry. I don’t know what his problem is.” She wrapped her arms around her and hugged her tight.

“Obviously it’s me.” Kristy buried her head in her hands.

“Don’t say that. Listen, you don’t remember me, but I knew about you before I left a year ago. I saw him pining after you in the gym. You were oblivious. I can’t believe after all these years of wanting you so bad he’s turning his back on you.”

“Believe it. It’s true.”

Two weeks went by and not a word from Jake. They would pass in the hall, or in the gym, but nothing was said. Kristy swore to find out why the prick wouldn’t talk to her. Just because he didn’t want to have a serious relationship with her, they still could’ve been friends, or did too much happen between them? She didn’t think so, and that’s why she was confused. She needed to figure it out soon before insanity kicked in. She’d met up with Sherry and even saw Steven for lunch a time or two, but never discussed Jake with either of them. She wasn’t ready for that yet.

On a Friday night after work, Kristy headed home, took a long hot shower, and put on her sexiest under garments; a black lacy bra and matching panties with a double elastic garter holding up her sheer black thigh high stockings. What she wore over it wouldn’t matter, but she planned to wear her black fuck-me pumps to top it off.

Once in the club, she asked Stan to see Master Jay and not to announce who she was. Jake had been in between sessions and Stan said she had about thirty minutes. She snuck down to Room Ten and knocked. She waited a moment and heard nothing so she slowly opened the door and peeked in. Slipping in undetected, she heard noises from the aftercare room. Quickly stripping from her dress she stood in her undergarments and heels, anxious as all hell. When she heard footsteps heading her way, she dropped down to kneel in the middle of the room. “Sorry to keep you waiting, Stan phoned to say someone…” Jake's voice trailed off.

Head down in her submissive role she sat and waited. Jake's feet appeared in her vision for a moment then disappeared. She sat for a long time. He didn’t speak nor did she hear him anymore. Lifting her head to survey the room she found it empty.

Feeling defeated with a huge ache in her heart she had no choice but to dress and head home. On the way past the bar she smiled at Stan and he waved to her. She wondered what his real name was. She never caught it during their conversations.

Someone was in her parking spot at the gym so she had to park out front. As she stepped through the door, heads turned, male and female, to watch her pass by in her in her sleek black, tight-fitting dress. She felt powerful and sexy. She walked slowly exaggerating her hip movements a little.

Roy eyed her from behind the front desk, and gave a nod with a wink. “Good evening, darlin’.” She ga
ve her best sexy smile.

Obviously affected by her looks, he took a deep shaky breath. “You shouldn’t be strutting your stuff around here like that.” He nodded out toward the men pretending to lift weights while checking her out. “Someone might get hurt.”

She giggled and went upstairs unable to wipe the smile from her face. At the top of the stairs, she finally looked up to prevent tripping. What she saw took her breath away. Jake, in his leathers, leaned against the playroom door with his arms crossed over his chest. He was gorgeous, and he was pissed. Unsure of what to do, she walked slowly to her door and took out her keys. Before unlocking the door, she looked over her shoulder. Jake's eyes were hooded and smoldering. Heat rose between her legs. He remained quiet. To test the waters, she walked over and stood right in front of him.

“How did you get here before me?” She shook head. “Never mind.” Turning around to head back to her apartment, Jake's hand grabbed her arm. He spun her around and shoved her against the door by her shoulders.

“No talking. Safewords only.”

Her knees went weak, insides turned to mush, and her panties were instantly damp.

He turned the knob to the playroom door and led Kristy in. Her heart beat in her throat. She was nervous, scared, and excited as hell. What game was he playing? She didn’t want any more heartbreak, but she couldn’t find it in herself to deny this sexual fantasy of hers by leaving.

Once inside the playroom, he locked the door and flipped a switch. The music from the gym played quietly overhead as soft lighting illuminated the room.

Jake reached down, lifted the hem of her dress over her head, and threw it on the floor. He stood back to admire the view, and she could tell by the growing bulge in his jeans he liked what he saw. She kept her eyes down and waited.

Eventually, he pressed her to the wall and kissed her savagely; deep, hot, and animal-like. She held back moans. He said no talking, but were noises acceptable? His lips, tongue, and teeth traveled down her neck, her collarbone, to her breasts. He bit through the lacy fabric and clamped down hard on her nipple.

Her breath caught and she moaned. He didn’t reprimand her, so noises must’ve been allowed. While assaulting her nipples, he reached down and released the clips on her garter belt for easy access to her panties. He slipped them down around her ankles and she stepped out of them.

Pulling her hard against his fully clothed body, he lifted her and carried her across the room stop
ping at the hip adductor. Her nub throbbed at the sight of the machine with restraints. He put her down to her feet and adjusted the seat height to the highest position.

Grabbing her up, he sat her on the seat then knelt to buckle her ankles to the machine. He left her stockings and shoes on, and she smiled on the inside.
Kinky bastard.
Adjusting the lever, her legs swung far apart and remained there. Cold air rushed to the heat between her legs.

While she focused on her lower half, Jake stepped closer and lifted her breasts out of her
bra. They strained over the lacy fabric. He pulled and twisted her nipples making them harder than they already were. One arm at a time, he raised them to the wrist cuffs and buckled her in.

He took two steps back, looked at her, and then left, heading to the side room.

He returned several minutes later, after she had time to take in the sexy position he had her restrained in. It was hot. She was hot. She wanted him and wanted him bad.

He removed his clothing and stood before her completely naked and hard. He reached down and stroked his cock while looking at her body. After a few minutes, he stroked faster and harder tugging at his dick. His eyes closed and his hips bucked back and forth as he let out a guttural groan. Kristy watched the whole thing with wide eyes, her body humming along with his. She just about came when he did, but then it was over.

He cleaned up and then dressed himself before he walked to her and took the restraints off her wrists and ankles. He dressed her, and walked her to the door. Opening it, he led her outside. “That’s punishment for arousing me. Do not masturbate, and meet me back here same time tomorrow.”

She was stunned, her head spinning from the erotic sight, and horny as hell. She didn’t get it, but her throbbing pussy convinced her not to argue and to try again tomorrow.

Instead of a cold shower, she opted for the gym to blow off steam. Mid-workout, Jake appeared behind the counter, freshly showered with wet hair. His face held no expression. She was thankful she wore sweat pants and a t-shirt, not her usual skintight spandex. It might have pissed him off.

***

The next night, she saw the door to the playroom open a hair and she entered on her own. Inside, she saw him in his leathers with a flogger in hand. Her pussy responded at the sight, and moisture pooled between her legs. She turned, closed the door, and locked it.

He put her over a padded table and flogged her upper back and ass and then rubbed her stinging skin softly with his hand, and then began the flogging again. Still hot and horny from the night before she wanted to explode, but she wasn’t sure she was allowed.

Involuntarily her hips rolled and she moaned with her breath coming faster and harder. Whimpers and groans escaped her mouth. The noises sounded erotic to her ears, which amped up her need.

“You may come,” Jake said.

She felt freed and let go. Screaming out in pleasure, she arched her back and shuttered as her spasms slowed.

Jake took her in the side room and sat with her on the couch wrapping her in a blanket and holding her. No words were spoken.

This routine continued for one week, and every other night she was told not to masturbate as a punishment for one thing or another. It was frustrating, but she kept going back. She couldn’t stay away even if she wanted. Each night a different scene played out with a different kind of kink, minus sex. She enjoyed it all. But words were never spoken and she wondered how long this would go on, and why it was happening.

At the week’s end, instead of going in the playroom he walked her to his place and had her sit at the table. In front of her she saw a beautifully prepared Italian pasta meal. Jake sat across from her and began to eat. She followed his lead, and picked up her fork in silence.

After they finished eating, he took her hand and led her to the couch. “Would you like some wine or a beer?”

Surprised by his voice, she flinched. “A beer please.”

He came back with two opened beers and sat next to her. Keeping his gaze straight ahead toward a window, he asked, “Why did you keep coming back each night?”

“Why did you keep inviting me back? And what was with the no talking and cold treatment outside of the room?”

“I asked you first. I will answer your questions, but first you answer mine.” He used his Dom voice and wasn’t taking no for an answer.

“I don’t know. At first the idea excited me, then I realized I missed you and would take you anyway I could get you, and lastly, I enjoyed it.” She reached down and put her hand on his thigh. He looked down at it for a moment then looked back to the window.