by Redrae Gunn
Rock watched Kira’s closed eyes and the expressions on her face. She was truly enjoying what she was doing and that pleased him immensely. His heart opened a little more with every time that they had made love. His heart opened a little more with every time that she had submitted perfectly to him.
Rock had expected her to protest and ask him to clean up. He had been with girls like that and they hadn’t lasted long in the relationship. Rock had watched Kira and seen her nostrils flare when she had smelled herself on him. He had then seen her become more enthusiastic with her efforts and right now he was on the edge.
Rock groaned and he knew that he didn’t want to hold out. Kira’s tiny mouth probably couldn’t take much more. He felt the tingle start as his balls pulled up and he reached down to tap her head.
Kira grabbed the shaft with her hand and stroked as she covered the head with her tongue, keeping it in her mouth.
“Oh, Kira, that sweet fucking mouth,” Rock roared as his hips came off the mattress and he reached down caressing the top of her head.
Rock spasmed in Kira’s mouth and she tried not smile as he complimented her. Her mouth was full of his cum and she was going to swallow. Her eyes opened to watch him. Rock’s head was back on the pillow but in his hand was a towel and he was holding it out to her.
“Spit,” he commanded without looking at her.
Kira took the towel from his hand and spit the cum from her mouth. She frowned at the towel and she felt tears threaten her eyes. She had wanted her blowjob to rank up there for him. How had he known that she couldn’t complete the task?
Rock patted his chest and held his arm out. Kira noticed it as a sign for her to lay next to him. Kira nearly dived into his embrace and Rock chuckled.
“I feel your frown,” Rock said with his eyes closed. “Share with me.”
Kira rubbed her cheek against the soft patch of hair that was across his chest. He had commanded her to share her feelings. It was a command but such a gentle one. He wanted her to share with him. She snuggled into his warmth and enjoyed the way his arm tightened around her back.
“I wanted my blowjob to be one of the best you ever had.” Kira sighed. “I’m sorry.”
Rock couldn’t help but chuckle as he caressed her shoulder. “I’m the one satisfied, and you are apologizing. I find that odd.”
Kira hiccupped, forcing her tears from her eyes. Rock quickly rolled to his side, grabbed her under her chin and forced her to look at him.
“Most women I know don’t like swallowing,” Rock said firmly. “The last thing I want to hear is choking and gagging. I hate that. So spit. Let me enjoy my high and the world is good. The thing you did with your hand nearly sent my balls into my stomach. So for the record this one ranks as number one. Your complete submission and doing exactly as told pushes you above the number two ranking.”
Kira grinned. Her tears instantly gone. Her entire body hummed, warm from his praise.
“I have to make breakfast,” Kira said.
“You do.” Rock smiled at her. “Naked.”
When Kira said nothing and struggled to get up, Rock held her firmly to his chest.
“Yes, Master,” Kira replied.
“Good girl,” Rock said, releasing his hold on her. He smacked her bare ass when she crawled from under the covers. She giggled and shook her finger at him. He forgave it because she was so completely adorable with her makeup all messed up, no clothes on, and had just given him the most amazing blowjob ever.
Rock smiled and sighed as Kira went through the curtain separating the dining and living room. His heart opened, he actually felt it widen and include Kira, just a little bit more.
Chapter 8
Kira looked out the sliding glass door at her shop. She hadn’t been out to the shop in days. She had marked her calendar and so far four days of blizzard had stalled all of her plans. She felt out of sorts without getting to the shop. Everything was just fine between her and Rock and yet she felt unsettled.
Kira noticed that Rock seemed equally unsettled. He’d driven the tractor to clear the paths, but with the fierce wind, he seemed defeated as the drifts returned. The drift on the west side of the shop was reaching the twenty-foot-tall roof eaves.
Rock wasn’t eating right and Kira noticed that he had stopped changing his clothes. It was a classic case of cabin fever. She thought back to how her grandpa had helped alleviate the boredom. They had played board games, debated poetry and politics, but the final solution was always getting out of the house.
Three feet of snow meant six foot drifts. The roads were still closed. The senator from North Dakota was begging for the president to call out the National Guard for help. Oil prices were rising and the nation was pressuring the President for help.
Kira sighed and turned off the TV. Rock was still sleeping. He had taken her, rough and hard earlier in the morning, and she again had gotten off on his attentions. She just felt closed off from the world as well. It was definitely time for them to play a game. Outside.
Two hours later, Kira leaned over Rock. She coaxed him to wake and then told him to dress warmly. Rock grumbled but complied. When he walked past the sliding glass doors, he noticed that both his and Kira’s Dodge Rams were started and parked in the cleared driveway, facing the barn.
Rock grumbled. More growly than usual.
“Knock it off,” Kira said. “We race.”
“Race?” Rock sneered.
“Yup,” Kira said. “I’ll take you around the path once. We need to mark it first.” She set two cans of bright orange spray paint on the counter. “Whoever completes the path in the least amount of time, without getting stuck, wins.”
“I’m not going to wreck my truck for a game,” Rock said.
Kira grinned at him. “We drive the Smart car.”
“You are insane and it’ll get stuck,” Rock said, rubbing his goatee. He was slowly warming to the idea.
“The tractor or either of our trucks can pull it out in a heartbeat,” Kira replied. “Live a little. It’s not like we have much else to do.”
A slow grin softened Rock’s face. “What’s the bet?”
* * * *
“I won, Kira,” Rock said as he followed the pissed-off woman inside the house. “Admit it.”
“You won,” Kira replied, rolling her eyes. “By less than two seconds.”
“Hey,” Rock said grinning, “sometimes two seconds matter.”
Rock felt so much better. They had been outside and not doing mundane tasks. They had raced a Smart car, of all things, through turns, drifts, straightaways, a tight U-turn and back to the finish line. Kira had even taking off her stocking cap and waved it like a flag when he crossed the line and slid sideways through the driveway. Nothing like a jumping, smiling, beautiful woman at the finish line to make a man feel like a champion.
Rock had worried about wrecking her car and Kira had laughed at him, taunting him about his lack of driving skills. Of course Rock had no choice but to accept the challenge. When he had worried about her insurance, she explained a five-hundred-dollar deductible was way better than paying for a funeral. She then threatened to kill him because of his grouchy attitude. She had absolutely goaded him into the race and now that it was done he couldn’t stop smiling.
Kira grabbed the keys to the shop and then hit her hand to her forehead.
“What?” Rock asked.
“As your prize are you planning on choosing a heavy item from the Quonset?” Kira asked.
“I hadn’t decided. Why?”
Kira grabbed two black hoses off the counter and held them out. “I need to fix a radiator leak in a hose on the forklift and have been stalling for a couple months,” Kira explained. “It’s fine in the shop, but the weather outside? I don’t want a full blowout on the way to the Quonset.”
“Not to step on your mechanical skills,” Rock began gently. “I can do it easily. I can fix almost any gas or diesel powered machinery. Boats, airplanes, vehicles, lawnmowers, tracto
rs, if it has an engine then I got it handled. Except for maybe those new cars and solar-powered devices, I’m your personal mechanic.”
Kira relaxed instead of getting defensive and telling him that she could do it herself. If he wanted to get his hands all nasty and greasy, she would let him. He’d signed on for other chores so she might as well accept the help. It would give her the opportunity to do other things in the shop and the company would be nice.
“I’d like that,” Kira replied and they headed back outside to the shop.
Rock seemed surprised that the shop was warm and had electricity.
Kira noticed his reaction to the power. It did seem foreign after four days. “Enormous generator for the shop and my Quonset. Grandpa had it installed when I moved back to take care of him,” Kira explained. “When he was still able to make the walk he liked to be out here, tinkering, more than he liked to be in the house.”
Rock looked around the shop and nodded his head. All the tools ever required to fix anything on the face of the earth were housed in Kira’s shop. He noticed that the section of the shop devoted to her welding was immaculate. Not a speck of dust, grease, or grime covered the work bench where she had leather supplies and spools of lace. The bench was even painted a soft white and the floor a light tan.
Rock watched as Kira glanced at the cage in the corner that was covered with a thick leather cover and had a soft cushion on the bottom. The cage looked like it was used often. He went to work on the forklift and knew exactly what he was bringing into the house as his reward for winning the race. A cage. For her. As well as for him. A place to keep her safe, available at his whim, but also a place for her to unwind. To be still. To feel at home.
* * * *
“That one,” Rock said as he looked at the cage on the ceiling of the Quonset. It was the one that most resembled the one in Kira’s shop. It had a pretty green cushion on the bottom that matched Kira’s eyes perfectly.
Kira frowned at him. When Rock glanced at her, she masked her expression to the one that Gunner wore. The feeling she had just felt wasn’t a normal one. She hadn’t known Rock that long. She knew it. But still she had felt a stab of jealousy. He had won the bet fair and square but she hadn’t thought about the consequences of offering him one item from the Quonset as a prize.
“Share with me,” Rock said. Rock had noticed the frown. She had tried to hide it but not quickly enough.
“Are you planning on using this?” Kira asked as she pulled the chains on the hoist lowering the cage to the floor.
“When?” Rock asked.
“While you’re here?” Kira said.
“Yes.”
“What about when you leave?” Kira asked and held her breath.
Rock tilted his head at her.
The main root of the problem was that she didn’t want to think about his taking the cage and using it on some other submissive. Kira didn’t want to tell him that. She had no right to feel jealous when he left. If he left. It was probably inevitable but she wanted to hang on to the high of having him around for as long as she could.
Rock turned to Kira, smiled his most understanding smile and tapped Kira on the nose.
“It will revert back to you upon my departure,” Rock said. He didn’t want to give her the impression that at the moment he had no intention of ever leaving. He also didn’t want to make her false promises. She deserved better than that.
Kira let out her breath. “Thank you,” she said.
“Why?”
“I really like this cage and had every intention of moving it in the house anyway. I was just waiting to fix the forklift. Plus,” Kira said. “I don’t want to think of you using it with someone else.”
There, she’d said it. She felt better now that it was out in the open.
Rock leaned over and kissed Kira, barely brushing her lips. “I appreciate your honesty,” Rock said softly. “But now seeing as this was something that you wanted for yourself perhaps I should get to choose another item. It will remain with you but for resale only. I don’t want to think of you wearing it with anyone else.”
Kira nodded her head, unable to speak with his lips still so close to hers.
Rock lowered his head and his gaze intensified.
Kira swallowed hard. “Yes, Master.”
“Very pretty, little flower,” Rock said, his lip twitched in a half smile.
Kira followed Rock over to the tables of different devices she had made. She had received two compliments. One right after the other. She was on cloud nine and Master was pleased with her. He liked her honesty and he thought it was pretty when she called him Master. She loved being his little flower. To get those types of praises made her day.
Rock looked at the table. The posture collar wasn’t for Kira. She had amazing posture already. She always presented herself to him as a gift, to do with as he wished and it pleased him immensely. Clamps, chains, all of the devices were mostly metal and only a little bit of leather.
“Kira?”
“Yes, Master?”
“You make leather cuffs as well right?” Rock asked.
“I can,” Kira said smiling. “What are you thinking?”
“White leather and with a very pretty flowery design,” Rock said.
“What type of flower?” Kira asked, curiosity getting the better of her.
Rock smiled fully. The lust in his eyes couldn’t be hidden. He had an idea. He wanted to give the idea a little bit more time. He wanted the cuffs that she designed to be something that she poured her soul into. Anything less would mean nothing. He wanted her to design something that she would be proud to wear.
“Vines,” Rock said. “Vines with big flowers.”
“Moon flowers,” Kira said. “Yes. Moon flowers. Oh, I can make that happen. They’ll be great.”
“I want the cuffs to be able to latch together and to other things as well,” Rock said sternly.
“Anything else?” Kira asked, smiling playfully.
“No rough metal edges,” Rock said. “I do not want my little slave getting hurt or scratched.”
“You want them to fit to her wrists then,” Kira said, nodding her head. “Those do take longer and are more expensive because of the way the rounded clasps have to be attached. I should warn you that leather expands and contracts so unless your slave doesn’t sweat there is the possibility of escape.”
“What do you suggest?” Rock asked, playing along with the game. He was ordering merchandise for his submissive and Kira was going to do exactly what he said. He was suddenly another client and she had no intention of failing in satisfying his need.
“Something like this,” Kira said and handed Rock a leather cuff.
Rock studied the cuff. It had a design on the outside, stitching around the edges, a rounded metal clasp, and inside two pieces of leather must have been a thin piece of solid metal. There was no chance a sub would escape if the metal inside was cut to match her wrist.
“I install a flexible kind of adjuster here,” Kira said pointing to the rounded clasp. “It has to be twisted open to slide the cuff on and then twisted closed. That way you adjust how snug it fits.”
“I like that,” Rock admitted. “I still want them to hook together and do other things.”
“Of course.” Kira grinned. “All my cuffs do that.”
“Then I will get the cage back home,” Rock said, enjoying the way Kira blushed. “You can get to work in the shop on the cuffs I’ve ordered.”
“Yes, Master!” Kira yelled as she ran for the door of the Quonset. She didn’t bother securing the door as she continued to run for the shop.
* * * *
Rock had the cage positioned perfectly in the living room. He covered it with a black sheet that he had found upstairs. It looked like just another covered coffee table in the living room. Kira definitely made functional furniture. Set a series of books on the bars on the top of the cage, add bookends, and suddenly it was a shelf.
Rock’s phone rang
and he saw that it was Kira’s friend Carmen. He recalled that Kira had asked him to add Carmen’s number to his phone in case of emergencies.
Rock answered the phone and after five minutes of Carmen talking nonstop, Rock finally interrupted her. She wanted to come to see Kira for Christmas and had quite a few questions for Rock.
“Kira is working in the shop. The roads are going to be opened either tomorrow or the next day. She is safe, she is sane, and it is consensual,” Rock said, hoping that he had just answered all of Carmen’s questions.
“So should I make the reservacion?” Carmen asked reverting to Spanish.
“Yes, but let’s not tell her until she spots you at the airport,” Rock said.
“I love it!” Carmen squealed. “She will not be happy with me.”
“Why?”
“Subs help subs, Rock,” Carmen said. “We don’t date each other’s Doms. We do not do threesome’s. We are true best friends and me keeping something like this from her…”
“I made you promise,” Rock said simply. “I wanted to give her a Christmas gift that couldn’t be wrapped.”
“Perfect,” Carmen said as she laughed. “Then it’s all on you, dude. Good luck. I’ll text you with my arrival time in Minot.”
* * * *
Rock pointed to the cage.
Kira went to the cage and tucked herself in her safety zone. She didn’t care that she was still naked and damp from her shower. Rock had been nearly abusive while he washed her down and all she wanted was to be away from everything and everyone. The cage would protect her. It always had.
She didn’t want to go to Minot today. During breakfast Rock had laid out their plans for the day, and for the first time since he had moved in, she didn’t want to have anything to do with what he wanted. Christmas was two days away and she had wanted to be at home, wallowing in self-pity. It was her first Christmas without her grandpa. The realization that she was without any family had hit her during the blizzard but she had managed not to break down.