by Redrae Gunn
Rock showered and headed upstairs. He came back down to the kitchen dressed in faded blue jeans and a short-sleeved, dark blue t-shirt. Kira was wearing a baby blue corset with a white lace outline. The lace straps tied behind her neck and she had chosen skin-tight blue jeans that had faded holes throughout the legs.
Kira was clicking over the tile with white laced high-heels as she set the candelabras on the dining room table. She had rolled her hair back on either side of her head, creating two delicate pigtails that she had tied together into one at the bottom of her neck.
The faint smell of her subtle perfume combined with the smell of the meal cooking and Rock held back his urge to tackle the source of the perfume. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply. How long had it been since he had smelled a woman? How long had it been since he had smelled the scent of a woman cooking a meal for him? Kira was humming softly and her voice in the air stirred everything in his manhood.
Rock opened his eyes and focused on his task. Discuss schedules and get through the meal without taking advantage of his landlord. Fine. He could do this. Then Kira bent over the dining room table to sweep away a speck of dust and he could see the matching blue thong panties she was wearing.
Rock tensed and strode across the kitchen, his eyes focused on Kira in the tight pants. He could already feel her hips in his hands as he closed the distance between them.
Kira turned and smiled as Rock approached her. “Can you reach that corner?” she asked holding out her dust rag.
Rock smiled back. The teasing, the trust, the dance had certainly begun. “Of course,” he said, taking the rag out of her hand and dusting off the far corner.
Rock stood up and held the rag for Kira. “It smells very nice in here,” he said as he leaned close to her, inhaling her perfume.
“Indeed,” Kira said as she smelled the nice, clean, soapy smell of the man in front of her before retreating with the wash cloth.
Kira leaned over the sink and she felt Rock as he approached. She closed her eyes and relaxed into his presence. Everything inside of her trembled. It had been so long since she’d been with a man and this wasn’t a man who didn’t know what he had. This was a Dominant, pure and simple. He knew who and what he was.
Kira spun around as she heard a horn beep in her driveway. She held up a finger to Rock and listened. Long, long, short, pause, short, long, pause, short, short, short. Kira went to the window in the kitchen and pulled the air horn from its hidden place under the table. She opened the window and blew the response. Long, long, long, pause, long, short, long. Then she shut the window, replaced the air horn to its hiding space and went back to the island where Rock was looking at her.
“Gunner Paulson,” Kira said. “Former intelligence officer, he was honorably discharged but is still a very paranoid person. There is surveillance set up on my property by him.” Kira walked over to the window and motioned for Rock to follow her. “See that hill up there. The one with the two small metal sheds?”
Rock nodded his head.
“That’s where Gunner lives,” Kira said. “He comes here to get gas. He doesn’t like going into town that much and he is usually drunk so I let him pay me for gas. He usually only pays what crude oil is selling for at the time, but I’d rather that he underpay me than kill someone on the road.”
“He lives in a shed?” Rock asked.
Kira shook her head. “It’s an old missile silo that is no longer active. Gunner bought it from the government or, more likely, it was given to him by our government, if he would stay quiet, out of sight, and out of mind. The silo is amazing if you don’t mind being underground.”
“He watches you?” Rock asked.
“Watches out for me,” Kira corrected. “That’s how I prefer to view it. There is a very curious Sherriff in Watford city and Gunner keeps me informed if the cop has come visiting when I’m not here. Gunner also doesn’t care what I am wearing and has never been judgmental. He’s probably coming over to make sure that I am okay since you have been here for a while now.”
“He knows that?” Rock asked.
“Ground sensors in my driveway and a camera hidden on a tree that captures license plates.” Kira shrugged her shoulders. “My grandpa was a little paranoid as well, and the two of them hit it off while I was away. I’ve heard more conspiracy theories than I care to count. He’ll be coming inside soon, to pay me five bucks for the ten gallons of diesel and I will accept because he does keep an eye on the place.”
“Cameras?” Rock asked looking around the kitchen.
Kira laughed. “None inside. There is one on the shop that points to the house, one on the house that points toward the shop and also captures the gas pumps. Then there is one on the back of your garage that faces toward the Quonsets. Finally, there is one on the Quonsets that looks down but also covers the back road into the property. Anyone who comes on the property is subject to surveillance.”
“All this for a little gas?” Rock shook his head. There was definitely something wrong with this picture.
“I think it kills the boredom as well,” Kira admitted. “It gets pretty lonely out here sometimes and if all it takes to alleviate that boredom is doing a random license plate check on someone who happened to use the driveway to turn around, then I guess it’s all good.”
The front door opened and Gunner walked in without being invited. She smiled at him and introduced him to Rock.
“He’s clean,” Gunner said to Kira as he nodded at Rock.
Rock raised his eyebrows at Kira. He had expected her to check references but not do a background check over his life. Gunner’s voice sounded funny, devoid of much emotion, robotic even. Gunner was tall and skinny. He had short blond hair and bright blue eyes. He looked like he was in shape but he also looked a little too skinny. His eyes were slightly glassy and mildly bloodshot.
“Thank you, Gunner,” Kira said kindly. “Why don’t you have a seat? I’ll get you a water.”
“Blackberry brandy is better,” Gunner said.
Kira poured Gunner a small glass of brandy.
“You were gone last week for four days,” Gunner said.
“It was five,” Kira replied.
“You left on Tuesday and returned on Saturday,” Gunner said.
Kira counted the days on her hand and Rock laughed when she held up five fingers to Gunner.
“Wednesday was the first full day,” Rock said, enjoying the exchange between the two of them. Gunner obviously had some sort of social set-backs but he was holding a conversation with Kira and Kira was looking at Gunner like he was a regular human being, despite the robotic voice and lack of emotion.
“You are required to inform me of departures lasting longer than forty-eight hours,” Gunner said.
“I was excited,” Kira said. “A friend called, I had little time to pack, make reservations. I’m sorry Gunner, I really am. I was just so amped to get out of here that I forgot.” Gunner went still. His eyes glazed and Kira patted his arm. “My brain was overloaded with data and informing you of my departure was a temporary glitch.”
Gunner didn’t smile but his eyes came back to life as he understood Kira’s terminology. Kira smiled at him and of course the smile wasn’t returned.
“You should fix that glitch,” Gunner said.
Kira and Rock both burst into laughter and Gunner looked at both of them. His lips curled upward but it didn’t resemble a smile. He looked more like the creature from Alien just before the mouth opened, exposing the smaller mouth. Kira touched his arm again and he returned to his former face, void of expression.
“I went to Ray to get the meat,” Kira said as Gunner finished his brandy and pulled four dollars from his pocket. “Do you need supplies?”
“I require chicken and beef,” Gunner replied. “If the sale of crawfish is available, I require that also.”
“Anything else?” Kira smiled.
“Pickled pig’s feet,” Gunner said.
“Availability on the craw
fish was limited and no pickled pig’s feet,” Kira said. “I left your supplies in front of the garage door.”
Gunner nodded, stood, and left without saying goodbye.
Rock looked at Kira with his eyebrows raised.
“I think he has a form of Asperger’s syndrome,” Kira said. “He’s so smart, genius level I’m sure, but he can’t form any intimate relationships and I think sometimes I am just a video game he plays. He makes sure the character is safe, reaps some benefits from the character, and that is the extent of the relationship.”
“His voice,” Rock said, shaking his head.
“That’s the main reason I think he has a mild form of Asperger’s,” Kira said. “It takes some getting used to. He considers emotions to be just data that the brain needs to process. It’s so sad in a way.”
“Emotions are just data,” Rock repeated.
Kira nodded her head. “He did eight years of service, in who knows what branch of our government and then retired, with full benefits and pension. No college degree obtained. I suggested once that he should go to MIT and he said that he is unable to attend any school of higher learning per his retirement contract.”
Rock whistled and sat back in his stool. His eyes once again wandered over Kira’s outfit. So beautiful and sexy, yet tasteful and classy. He knew that if Gunner hadn’t made the pit stop earlier he would have those pants around Kira’s legs and would have his cock sunk into her sweet warmth. The thought made Rock determined to get her back to that playful moment. That moment of complete surrender.
After the meal, Kira had finished the dishes. They had gone over their schedules and she took comfort in the fact that she wouldn’t have to wear the ugly jeans when Rock was home. She smiled at the thought. Home. It had been her home for so long and then she had spent years avoiding calling it home. But it was.
Kira leaned against the thick glass of the shower, letting the hot water wash away the tension she didn’t know that she had been feeling. The faint tinge of rust smell surrounded her in the mist. It was how she had expected water to smell. She had grown up with the well water. It wasn’t like the ocean spray, that had its own distinct smell, but it was still comforting.
The house was dark when she got out of the shower. Kira frowned. It would only get darker as winter approached. Kira looked at the calendar in her bedroom as she toweled off her hair and changed into a black baby-doll cami with matching lace boy shorts and crawled into bed. At nine o’clock it was still a little early for her but she didn’t want to disturb her housemate. She usually only needed six hours of sleep, but with his six-to-six work schedule, Kira was willing to adjust. Just a bit.
* * * *
Kira was tied to her bed. Nothing was able to move. She looked into Rock’s eyes as he penetrated her. Forced his will upon her. She screamed out her orgasm and awoke, sitting straight up in her empty bed. Her heart pounded and she was covered with sweat. Everything in her lower half still quivered and shook as she managed to take deep, calming breathes.
Rock burst through Kira’s closed door and looked at her as he turned on the light. Kira was blinded by the light. The sweat, the scent, the flush of her face and Rock stood still.
“Kira?” he asked softly, looking at the pulse pounding in her neck.
“A dream,” Kira huffed, pulling the covers up on her chest where her nipples still stood at attention. “Just a good…a very good dream.”
“Do you need to talk about it?” Rock asked not moving from the doorway.
“No way!” Kira exhaled sharply as she flopped back on her pillows and rubbed her head on the pillows.
Rock turned off the light and listened. Her breathing had been fast and was quickly calming. She moaned and started to softly snore. Quiet little, quavering breaths. Rock grinned as he went back to his room. He’d never known a woman who had actually had a wet dream and from the look on Kira’s face, the flush in her cheeks, the sweat on her body, she had just had a killer one. Now to get her to scream like that for him when she wasn’t sleeping.
Chapter 4
Rock woke and came downstairs to his breakfast at the kitchen island. Eggs, orange juice, coffee, toast, bacon, and hash browns. Rock smiled. Kira was definitely going to add weight to him if he kept eating like this. His mind wandered through ways he could work it off in bed. He was thinking about sex with Kira constantly despite jacking off every night.
He had been moved in for two weeks now and despite the playful flirting and curious getting to know each other, neither had acted on anything. The tension was building to the breaking point. He was starting to get frustrated. Rock looked up at Kira as she grabbed her coffee and walked out of the kitchen. She hadn’t been smiling, and for the first time since he had moved in, she hadn’t joined him for the meal. Obviously she was feeling the same frustration.
Rock looked into the living room and saw her sitting on the ledge in the wall-to-wall bay window. She had her knees tucked to her chest and she was hugging her legs. Resting her chin on her knees, she stared out the window at the dim morning. The unhappy sigh she made was the final straw in Rock’s resistance and he made no attempt to hide his footsteps as he approached her.
“Why don’t we shower and head into town to get a Christmas tree?” Rock said firmly. He already knew that she would protest. She needed her routine and showering in the morning wasn’t part of it. “That way maybe we could sit in that Jacuzzi of yours later tonight and unwind from the week without having to do a full shower.”
Kira’s frown was replaced with a small smile. “With drinks?” she asked.
Rock laughed at the way that she perked up. She grabbed her coffee and Rock couldn’t help but give her a playful smack on her ass as she walked by him. The way that her eyes narrowed as she looked over her shoulder at him had his balls throbbing. He wasn’t going to shower alone. When he heard her start her shower, he grabbed his supplies from his bathroom and made his way into her bathroom.
Rock opened the shower door and Kira looked at him with one eye opened as she tried to rub the shampoo out of her face. Rock liked the way that she looked him over. Her eyes paused on his stiff erection and then moved back up to his chest. She again looked at his erection. He waited patiently for her to step out of the water.
Kira watched Rock inspecting her as she applied conditioner to her hair. Every time that he closed his eyes in the spray of the water, she glanced down to his erection. Plenty. That was all that she could think. Plenty. Her knees were weak and she felt very needy. This was better than the dreams that she had been having.
“I didn’t know you had tattoos.” Kira’s voice cracked a little as she studied the designs on both of Rock’s arms. A solid black dragon covered one bicep from elbow to shoulder. The other bicep had an intricate barbed band and the words No Fear in the band, also in black.
Rock inspected Kira’s body. A small tattoo was over her right hip. In black was Semper Fidelis and underneath was USMC. It was discreet and he hadn’t noticed it despite the skimpy clothes that she had worn. It looked like she had placed it right where even a lacy thong would cover it.
“Why didn’t you put that on your back or bicep or something?” Rock asked, wondering if she was perhaps embarrassed to be a marine.
“I knew that it might create problems in the future if I had it displayed anywhere else.” Kira looked at her feet. “I am proud to have been a Marine but I just thought that…Well, some men might look at it as a challenge and not see me for who I am.”
“How long have you known that you were a submissive?” Rock asked. Might as well cut straight to the point. Her being naked was helping her talk about herself. She couldn’t hide behind any ugly clothing now. She was being honest, exposed, and Rock sensed that she still felt safe because of his presence.
Kira smiled. “Since I was in high-school and tried to find out what was wrong with me. I started doing research about someone who liked structure, rules, doing what they were told, and liked to please others. My frie
nds told me that I needed to grow a set of balls and stand up for myself. I tried that and felt so uncomfortable. I like making people happy, I like rules. I like giving up control. My research led me to BDSM. It also led me to the armed forces. I already knew how to weld just from being on the farm and I knew that the Marines was my ticket out.”
“So you chose the most controlling of the armed forces and went with that?” Rock asked, shaking his head but smiling warmly at her.
“Of course.” Kira laughed. “I didn’t have to think for myself for three months. Strict schedule already mapped out for me. Thirteen weeks of pure bliss.”
“Kira?” Rock placed his large hand under her delicate chin and made her look up at him. His solid six-foot build dwarfed her five-two frame. Without her four inch heels, her head just reached his shoulders. When Kira turned her green eyes to meet his own mismatched ones the dilation in her pupils was pure satisfaction. “Do you want a Master?”
“I do,” Kira said and tried to glance away but Rock held her jaw firmly in his hand.
“Do you think that I am a Dominant?” Rock asked searching her eyes.
“I knew you were a Dominant when you sat down at my table in the café,” Kira replied. She was going to add more but hesitated. Rock frowned at her. She tried to glance away from his frown but he held her chin still in his steel grip. “I need more than just a Dominant. I need…I need something that I call ‘the edge.’ It’s a fine line between control and…”
“…abuse,” Rock finished. “It’s the fact that even a momentary slip up will still earn you a punishment, predetermined and part of the rules. Never abuse. It’s the fact that if you don’t see my hand signal or recognize my tone of voice it will fall upon you. In return, I will take care of everything that you need. I will do this by reading how you react. The only time that you will have failed me is by being disrespectful. The only time when I fail you is when you haven’t given me signs of what you need.”