Knocked Up and Punished

by Penelope Bloom

  “Then I get to pick the next date,” I say.

  She swallows, eyes still trained on mine as she regards me. “Deal.”

  7

  Miley

  “You’ve got to talk to me sometime,” Kyle says. He’s yanking the laces on his shoes so hard it’s a wonder they don’t snap. “I was trying to protect you. That’s all.”

  I cross my arms. It’s not like I’ve been deliberately not talking to him, but after my date with Jayce last night, I came straight home and went to bed. “Protect me?” I ask. “You lied to him and me.”

  “I know.”. He at least has the sense to look guilty, which wins him a few points. But just a few. “Look, it’s just not the life I want for you. Hooking up with some BDSM club owner? What brother would want that for his sister.”

  “Did you you ever stop to think maybe what I want for myself is more important than what you want?”

  He grimaces. “Of course it is. But look at your last few boyfriends. An alcoholic, a drug-addict, a guy who was secretly married, and a lowlife who bea--”

  “I get it,” I snap. “But this time feels different. I don’t expect that to sound convincing or for you to believe me, but I can tell you this much. Every time you try to push us apart, some irrational, stubborn part of me is only going to want to get closer to him. So like it or not, you’re going to just have to let this play out and see where it goes.”

  “What if where it goes is you getting hurt again?” he asks. “I can’t just sit by while that happens.”

  “I can take care of myself, Kyle,” I say more softly. He doesn’t deserve my anger, not after everything he’s done for me, so I push down all the negativity I might be feeling and make myself think back to all the times I’ve needed him and he’s been there. “You’ve bailed me out of so many shitty situations, and I’m so thankful I have a big brother looking out for me. But you can’t protect me forever. You’ve got to let me start figuring things out for myself, or I never will.”

  He lowers his head, resting his elbows on his knees as he sits on the couch, one shoe still untied. It’s a long time before he looks back up and speaks. “I’ll stay out of it as much as I can, but I swear to God. If he hurts you, I’ll fucking kill him.”

  “Kyle…” I say.

  “Fine, I’ll just break his legs or something. Is that better?”

  I laugh. “I guess that’s fair.”

  Kyle grins. “Damn right it is.” He laces up his shoe and gets up to give me a quick hug. “You’ll tell me if you need my help, right?”

  “Yes,” I say. “Now get out of here. I’ve got plans today and I need to get ready.

  He looks like he wants to say something--to ask what they are, but he impresses me when he ends up just nodding and leaving with a quick wave over his shoulder.

  It’s just a few minutes before Jayce is supposed to pick me up for our date tonight when my phone buzzes. I grab it off the counter and see I have a text from a number I don’t recognize. I click to read it.

  This isn’t over. -Cade.

  I set the phone down quickly on the counter. I blocked his number after we broke things off, so he either had to get a new phone or text me from someone else’s to get that message through. For some reason, the extra effort makes it that much more ominous than if he had just drunk texted me. It makes me think he’s completely sober, and still fuming over what happened when he tried to attack me in my apartment.

  I make a quick call to block the new number, delete the text, and do my best to put it from my mind. As chilling as the threat was, I try to tell myself it’s just his bruised ego talking. He probably wants to feel like he got the last word in and will now slink away like the snake he is.

  I feel my stomach cramp in the oddest way, almost like I’m on my period even though it’s not due for another week. I know it can’t possibly be symptoms of a pregnancy yet, but my mind immediately goes to that night with Jayce. I got tested afterwards, but I’m still waiting on the results. As if that wasn’t bad enough, I don’t even know if my reckless night is going to lead to a baby.

  I try to imagine Jayce’s reaction if I am pregnant. There would be no doubt as to who the father is because Cade and I hadn’t had sex in weeks before the break-up. He was content with beating me and forcing himself in my mouth to “shut” me up anytime I cried out. My bruises have faded to the point that I can cover them with makeup now, but I still feel the slight soreness every time I move. It’s a shameful reminder of how bad I let things get, and it’s also a wake up call about how careful I need to be with Jayce. I can’t just let him charm me into complacency. I won’t sit by and let things get out of hand again. Not that I can really imagine Jayce being like the men who came before him.

  I feel like I got a glimpse inside that head of his last night at Galaxy Golf. I never would’ve thought a man like him could’ve had a childhood even remotely like mine, but he did, and he’s more like me than I could have ever guessed. We’ve both suffered at the hands of others. We’ve both had our faces pressed to the ground and been told to give up, to quit. The difference is he overcame it. In so many ways, I still feel like there’s a knee in my back, that constant force of oppression telling me I’m not good enough and I don’t matter--saying I deserve all the things that have happened to me.

  Knowing Jayce has been there and made it through what I have draws me to him more powerfully than any sexual attraction ever could--even if that part of my attraction to him is distractingly strong. I’d never admit as much to him, but submitting to Jayce was the most sublime, sensual experience of my life. Hardly an hour has gone by that I don’t think back to a few nights ago and the way he claimed me in that cold, blue room while people watched.

  A knock at the door startles me from my thoughts. I do a quick check of my hair in the hallway mirror and make sure my clothes and makeup still look okay before opening the door.

  Jayce waits for me in a dark suit that manages to make his already broad shoulders look even more masculine. His hair is combed back in a way that somehow looks messy but neat and clean. It only takes one look in his eyes to know that his surprise date isn’t going to be to a golf range.

  “Evening,” he says with a smoldering grin.

  God. It’s like I can forget how much of a presence he has in the time we’re apart. A few minutes or a few hours and I start convincing myself he’s not actually as consuming as I remember him being. I tell myself next time I’ll be more composed around him, or that I’ll have more self-control.

  But whether he’s letting his guard down and telling me about his past or commanding me to obey his every sexual desire, Jayce has a hold on me. I can’t put my finger on why, but I feel it as surely as if there was a collar around my neck and a leash clutched firmly in his hand. Every moment I spend with him brings me closer to him--takes the slack out of the leash another few inches until I’m drawn so close I can feel the heat that practically burns from the surface of his skin.

  Inch by inch, he’s making me his, and every hour that goes by chips away at my desire to stop him.

  “Hi,” I say, my voice feeling thick and awkward.

  He smoothly takes my arm and leads me into the hall, where he closes my door and waits for me to lock it. “I see they fixed it,” he says, nodding to the door he smashed down when he burst into stop Cade.

  “Yeah,” I say. “Thank you, by the way. I would’ve gotten it handled if you hadn’t sent over that repair guy.”

  “You break it, you buy it,” he says with a casual wave of his hand. “Besides, I liked having an excuse to do something nice for you. I think most women would’ve already dropped about two thousand hints for me to buy them something ridiculously expensive. You hardly seem to care.“

  “We never had much,” I say as we wait for the elevator. “Growing up, I mean. My dad worked a factory job trying to make enough to support us on his own, but he probably spent half of it on booze, so… our Christmas tree and our pantry were always pretty barren.”


  The elevator dings. Jayce guides me inside by the small of my back. Something in his touch is so reassuring. It’s protective--possessive, even--but it doesn’t make me feel claustrophobic like my brother’s over-protectiveness. It makes me feel safe and secure. Happy.

  “I’d think that would make you even more interested in money,” he says.

  “I guess it could’ve. But if I had learned to rely on money for happiness, I would’ve had a really hard time ever being happy. So maybe I just forced myself to stop thinking about it.”

  “Have you been happy?” he asks. The tone of his voice is so gentle that his question touches me in a way I wouldn’t think just a few words could.

  I feel my throat get tight and tears sting at my eyes, but I master my emotions with a brief struggle and force out the words. “Sometimes. Maybe.” It’s the truth. I could’ve said yes. I could’ve lied to him, but there was so much compassion in the way he asked, that I couldn’t bring myself to lie to him.

  “That’s going to change,” he says firmly. “When you’re mine.”

  His words send a trickle of heat through my body that pools in my stomach and makes my breath feel short. “You mean as a submissive?” I ask.

  “I mean mine,” he says.

  I wait for him to elaborate, but he apparently thinks he’s made his point and stands quietly until the elevator reaches the ground floor.

  Jayce parks his car outside his club, looking over to me in a very serious--very sexy--way. “You had your turn taking me on the date you wanted. I played along nicely, didn’t I?”

  “Yes…” I say slowly, not liking where this is going.

  “Now it’s your turn to play nicely for me. Though I hope you’ll end up doing more than just playing,” he adds with a hint of a smirk. “I want you to be my submissive for the night. Not just in private. Not in some dark room where no one can see you. I want to show you off.”

  I swallow. “In there?” I ask.

  He nods. “And I want you to wear these while I do,” he says, his smirk widening as he lifts a pair of black panties from within the center console.

  I frown at them, even though the idea of wearing the panties he wants me to wear already has heat building between my legs. “Why those?” I ask.

  He waggles a finger at me. “No more questions, princess. If you’re going to learn how to truly please me as a submissive, it’s time you start learning how to properly behave. So you will put these panties on, and you’ll let me watch.”

  “What?” I ask.

  His expression darkens.

  It only takes a look to make it perfectly clear to me that I’m not supposed to be asking questions or trying to get any kind of explanation. I’m just supposed to obey. There’s a freedom in the realization, a kind of reckless abandon in what he’s promising, and despite all my reservations, doubts, and fears from the past, I know I want to say yes.

  I watch him with a defiant look as I shimmy out of my panties, careful to keep my dress from riding up and giving him too good of a view as I do. To my surprise, he holds out his hands like he expects me to hand him the panties. I do as he wants, which makes another rush of excited heat flood my body. God. He’s so confident. There’s not a hint of shame or embarrassment over wanting to take my used panties, and while the kinky request might creep me out coming from anyone else, the unapologetic confidence Jayce has makes it far from creepy. Somehow he makes it sexy, even.

  I take the black panties and slide into them, noticing that Jayce doesn’t even try to hide the fact that he’s watching my every move.

  “Perfect,” he says once I’ve got them on. “Now we can begin.”

  He gets out of the car, opens my door, and helps me up. “There are a few rules you will need to follow, or you’ll find out why you’re wearing those panties.”

  I frown in confusion, but he continues on, ignoring my unasked question.

  “First, you will not make eye contact with another man so long as we are in the club. Second, you will not speak unless spoken to. Third, you will obey me without question, no matter what my request. Lastly, you give me the respect I deserve as your Dom and refer to me as Sir. Do you have any questions?”

  Only a few thousand. “No. Sir,” I say, nearly forgetting to call him Sir already.

  The club bustles with activity, as usual, but for the first time I feel like one of the sexy women I watch slink around with handsome men, watching from my side of the bar longingly at something I could never have. It feels good to be possessed by Jayce. He makes it painfully clear to anyone who looks our way that I’m his by holding his hand in the center of my back and subtly guiding me as he moves, making sure I stay perfectly in step with him.

  I scan the crowd for Cade because his threatening text is still fresh in my mind. I don’t know if I ever really got to know the real Cade during the unfortunate time I spent dating him, but I do know that men like him don’t just walk away. Especially, not after what happened with Jayce in my apartment. Still, standing beside Jayce, I know I’m safe. At least from other men. I guess the jury is still out on whether I’m safe from him.

  I have to do a very un-ladylike step as I try to discreetly spread my legs a little to adjust the panties Jayce has me wearing. They feel slightly odd near the front, like the material is thicker or they are heavier than usual, but my subtle move seems to relieve the discomfort.

  It seems like Jayce knows every single person in the club. I lose track of how many people he introduces me to, and each time he specifically explains that I’m his submissive. I can’t say why, but no matter how many couples he tells I’m his submissive, I feel proud every time. Maybe it’s just the simple fact that Jayce is jaw-droppingly gorgeous, and I’d have to be out of my mind not to be proud to have him walking around practically bragging about having me.

  As far as I can tell, I obey all of Jayce’s rules, until a man and two women stop us just as Jayce seems to be leading us to one of the back areas of the club.

  “Jayce Carlyle in the flesh!” says the man in a booming voice.

  I carefully avoid looking up to see his face. Even though Jayce doesn’t seem to be looking my way as he greets the trio, I feel like he’ll know if I break his rule somehow. All I can see is that the man is barrel-chested and almost bursts out of the expensive suit he wears. The women at his side are full of thick, beautiful curves, but just to be on the cautious side, I don’t look up and meet their eyes, either.

  “Barry,” says Jayce in a neutral tone that tells me he isn’t a particularly big fan of this man. “It’s good to see you and your new…”

  “These two are just run-of-the-mill submissives,” explains Barry, who gives both women a generous squeeze on their asses as if punctuating his point. “No slaves for me this season. Too complicated. Too many rules and too much commitment. Am I right?”

  “I wouldn’t know,” Jayce says dryly.

  Barry’s feet shift, and though I’m staring down at his shoes, I can tell he’s facing me now. “And who is this lovely minx at your side?”

  “This is Miley, my submissive.”

  “Ahhh, is she now? Does she speak?” he asks with a falsely playful tone.

  “Not to you,” Jayce says. His tone has gone from neutral to cold.

  Barry snaps his fingers, which draws my eyes instinctively up--where I accidentally look straight into his eyes. He has thick eyebrows and mediterranean features, but there’s something cocky and dirty in his expression I don’t like at all.

  I look immediately back to the ground, but I see Jayce reach a hand into his pocket and I nearly gasp out loud when my pussy starts to vibrate. My eyes go wide and I move my hands half-way toward my crotch to suppress the vibrations before I realize how crazy I would look. I’m forced to keep my hands at my side and close my eyes, slowly piecing together what’s going on.

  The panties…

  He made me wear some kind of panties with a remote-controlled vibrator, and he must have the remote in his
pocket. So my punishment is to have to endure the maddeningly good sensation in public--just a few inches away from people.. I put a hand to my mouth as carefully as I can, acting like I’m coughing to disguise the hitching of breath that drew their eyes.

  I see Jayce grinning when no one else is looking, and I tell myself I need to find a way to pay him back for this particular cruel creativity if I ever get the chance.

  “Are you alright, dear?” asks Barry, who steps forward and starts to reach for me.

  Jayce steps between us, knocking Barry’s hand away so quickly I barely see it happen. “You’ll keep your eyes and your hands off my submissive if you want to remain welcome in my club. Am I making myself clear?”

  Barry stutters out an apology, laughing awkwardly as he does. “Of course, of course, Mr. Carlyle. I was only trying to help, I do hope you’ll find it in your heart to…” he says, trailing off when Jayce leads me away from the man before he’s even finished apologizing.

  It’s only once we start walking that Jayce finally turns off the vibrations. He leads me into one of the back rooms, pausing to look at me before we move in. “Each time you break one of my rules, I’ll leave it on longer. And don’t think I won’t make you cum in public, princess, because I’m just waiting for you to give me an excuse.”

  I frown. “He wasn’t supposed to even look at me, but you’re okay with me cumming in front of strangers?”

  Jayce pulls a small black object out of his pants and presses the button, setting the vibrations off. I clutch the hem of my dress from the intensity of the vibrations, which seem even more powerful than the first time.

  The sensation takes the breath from my lungs, and Jayce moves me until my back is against the door frame and his body is inches from mine. “I’m answering you only because I choose to, princess. But you will pay the consequences for questioning me each and every time you dare to.”