Going Home [Party on the Prairie 1] (Siren Publishing Classic)

by Redrae Gunn

  “Can I interest you in my favorite emotion?” Rock asked, interrupting her thoughts.

  Kira backed away. “No.”

  “Do you have a choice?”

  “No, Master,” Kira replied. She noticed that he had pointed one finger to the floor. She was going to swear at him but she knew that he would hear her. She obediently dropped to kneel at his feet.

  “So pretty, little flower,” Rock said. “Let’s go play.”

  Kira looked at Rock’s black toy bag in the corner of the room and licked her lips. She turned her gaze away but not before he had looked at where her gaze had fallen. She definitely wanted to play.

  Kira heard Rock unzip his pants and she smiled. If the past was any indication of how the rest of the night would turn out, they might just be awake when the sun came up.

  “Suck me,” Rock said. His voice was soft but commanding.

  Kira turned toward him and raised her butt off her heels. She took him in her mouth and swirled the tip with her tongue. The groan that came from him reminded her that she was doing exactly what he liked. He had instructed her early on that he didn’t like the sounds of gagging so Kira kept up with what he did like.

  Kira took his silky shaft further into her mouth, and when it came just close to setting off her gag reflex, she backed up. The rhythm she made was two short strokes, a long one, then tease his head. Rock seemed to like that order the best. Kira felt his balls start to draw up and his thighs went rigid. A washcloth fell to the ground in front of her and she knew that he was close. In a perverse way she loved having this control over him. Just knowing that she could get him off this way and that he was putty in her hands made her feel beautiful and empowered.

  The telltale tap on her head roused Kira from her thoughts. She kept Rock’s cock in her mouth as she covered the tip with her tongue so that no powerful sprays would hit the back of her throat and make her gag.

  When Kira held on, extracting the last throbs from Rock’s cock, he hummed in appreciation. Then he pulled back and waited for Kira to spit into the cloth. He motioned for her to stay kneeling and then he disposed of the washcloth and came back to her. He handed her a bottle of water and Kira took a sip.

  Rock nodded his head for Kira to drink more so she did. Finally he took away the bottle when it was nearly gone. He reached down and pulled her chin up. “You had a bad dream last night.”

  Kira choked as she tried to suppress her laugh. “It didn’t feel like a bad dream,” Kira said. She remembered the dream with perfect clarity.

  “Tell me about it,” Rock said as he pulled her to her feet and did the signal that said she was to follow him.

  Wait. What? Oh God. “Um, it started in the bedroom with you ordering me to strip,” Kira started. “Then I was in the cage strapped up in it like you do all the time. You were behind me and you placed that vibrating bullet in me.”

  “Where?” Rock asked.

  “My pussy,” Kira said as she blushed from head to toe. She could feel herself getting wet just thinking about the dream again. “Then you started to take my ass. I mean you were taking my ass but someone was standing in front of me with his cock out. He stuck it between the cage and I looked up and it was you.”

  Rock raised his eyebrows. Kira had never had a fantasy of having two men at once. In fact she said that the thought of it had always made her feel dirty and not in a good way.

  “So I panicked and wanted to know who was behind me,” Kira said. “I looked back and it was you. I looked up again and it was you. I was getting pounded by two of you.” Kira put a hand to her lower abdomen and sighed as she closed her eyes. “It was amazing.”

  Rock studied Kira. With her lips parted slightly, the pulse pounding in her neck, and the flush on her face, she was beautiful. The two men hadn’t done it for her. He had. She wanted him in every hole that she had and she wanted it all at the same time. For him to take her, use her, and be so far inside of her that she didn’t know which way was up. Rock wondered how he was going to pull it off. He certainly couldn’t clone himself.

  “So see?” Kira said, opening her eyes. “It wasn’t a bad dream at all.”

  “I think that you have been having impure thoughts,” Rock said sternly. “Go put on that school girl outfit and then you can start paying for your sins.”

  Kira gulped hard but ran for her room to change. When she came back to the living room, Rock was waiting by the cage with his toy bag.

  Rock positioned her on top of the cage, faceup. He had added a thick blanket under the black sheet so that she didn’t bruise her back and a pillow under her head so she didn’t knock herself out on the bars. He pulled her legs apart and grunted with satisfaction as he saw that she had worn white, crotch-less panties. It gave the allusion that she still had her panties on but he didn’t have to work too hard to get around them. It was a definite turn-on for him and she knew it.

  With Kira’s knees on either side of the cage, Rock pulled her to him. He made quick work of securing her ankles and thighs to either side of the cage and then looked down at her. Normally he would like her spread out a little wider for what he had planned but he would make it work. Arms over her head, he fastened the leather straps above her elbows and then her wrists.

  “Wiggle please,” Rock said.

  Kira squirmed frantically and Rock’s mustache twitched as he smothered a smile. She obviously remembered the time that he had asked her to wiggle and she hadn’t moved her hips on purpose. Halfway through the scene Rock figured out what she had done and called the scene immediately. The next scene they had done he had brought her to a near orgasm until she was crying for relief. He still didn’t oblige and made her stay, panting, begging, screaming at him for two hours while he tortured her. She wouldn’t be pulling that stunt again.

  Rock placed a strap above Kira’s breasts and tightened it. He instructed her to breathe deeply and he loosened it slightly. Satisfied he moved to her ribs, added another strap and then finished with one across her hips.

  “Wiggle please,” Rock said again.

  Kira struggled to move and couldn’t. When Rock nodded his head, she quit squirming and relaxed. He hadn’t used this position on her yet. She could feel herself grow wet as she thought of how helpless she was at the moment. He always did this to her. Her mind was totally focused on him and nothing else. He had captured her mind as well as her body.

  Rock looked down at Kira’s flushed face. She was so beautiful when she submitted to him. She gave everything. He rarely had to redirect her thoughts or ask her what type of fruity she was feeling. She was never too tired or not in the mood. Sometimes he would look at her and see her eyebrows raise in a hopeful way and he knew that he wasn’t about to say no. He doubted that she even realized she was making the subtle “come get me” sign.

  “So punishment for your impure thoughts,” Rock said as he took his time running his fingers along the soft material of the school girl shirt. He had intentionally left her dressed as part of his own fantasy. When Kira was shaking like a dry leaf in the wind, he finally dropped the bomb. “Have you ever had a forced orgasm naughty girl?”

  Kira’s eyes widened and she shook her head slowly. Even as the fear climbed into her chest, the anticipation and curiosity beat it back down.

  “You have seen it done though?” Rock asked. The look on her face was pretty clear that she knew exactly what he was talking about.

  Kira barely nodded her head and tried to keep her breathing normal.

  “You need to pay your dues,” Rock said. He looked at Kira as he swirled two fingers through her panties and through her soft folds. He tried to stay in the moment but he sighed softly when he felt how smooth and silky her skin was. She always stayed shaved and clean for him. It was one of the little things that mattered greatly to him.

  “Yes, Head Master,” Kira said as she remembered that she was in school girl clothes.

  “Do you know what we call little girls who think impure thoughts?” Rock asked.
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br />   “No, Head Master,” Kira whined as Rock slid two fingers deep inside her.

  “They are filthy sluts,” Rock said and watched Kira’s eyes. Name calling was a serious trigger for many women. When he only saw her blush deepen he was pleased. Not a trigger for his Marine. Hell, she’d probably been called worse during basic training. “Tell me what you are.”

  “I am a filthy slut, Head Master,” Kira said with conviction. She would be his filthy slut any day.

  “Head Master is going to finger fuck those impure thoughts out of you,” Rock said. He waited until he felt the tiny nub behind her pubic bone. She clenched around his fingers and with his other hand he started to gently increase pressure on her clit. “Tell me what Head Master is going to do to you.”

  “Head Master is going to,” Kira paused as her muscles clenched around Rock’s finger. “He’s going to finger fuck the impure thoughts out of me.”

  “Out of who?” Rock asked.

  “This filthy slut,” Kira screamed as the first orgasm rolled through her body. She struggled against the restraints but knew it was hopeless. She panted and then realized that Rock had pulled his fingers out of her. It was worse without his fingers inside of her because the spasms had nothing to cling to.

  Rock waited for her breathing to come back just a little and then he shoved his two fingers back inside. “I still believe there are more evil thoughts to be pulled out of this slut.”

  Kira groaned and then panted as Rock hit that spot again. Her clit was on fire, and with a couple of strokes of his fingers inside her, she spasmed again. He left his fingers inside of her this time.

  “Too quick to make you pure again,” Rock said. He released her clit and her eyes grew wide as she finally realized that he had been increasing the pressure on it.

  Kira’s scream echoed off the ceiling as the blood rushed to her clit and Rock forced another orgasm from her as he stroked deep inside her pussy and played with her G-spot. Her eyes closed and she tried to arch her back. He had pulled out of her again and she was left shaking and unable to struggle.

  Rock touched his fingers to her swollen tissues and watched as Kira’s eyes shot open.

  “Head Master, I no longer have impure thoughts,” Kira whined. She didn’t think she could stand another rolling orgasm.

  “You are still a filthy slut,” Rock said as he smiled wickedly. “You have earned your punishment, now close your eyes and accept it.”

  Kira closed her eyes and in less than a minute she was screaming again. She was glad for the straps holding her in place. Without them she was sure that she would’ve vibrated right off of the cage. She couldn’t do any more. Her body went limp.

  “You are almost done,” Rock said softly.

  Kira forced her eyes open and felt the pressure on her clit start to increase again. This time though, her body was too weak to fight him. She stilled, calm and surrendering. He could do this all night. Almost done? No, she was finished.

  “This one is for your Master Rock,” Rock said gently as he released her right arm and brought it between her legs. “You will help me.”

  “I will help Master Rock,” Kira mumbled. Her eyes widened slightly as she realized what he intended to do.

  “Put that little finger up your pussy and I will help you find your final release,” Rock said.

  Rock followed Kira’s finger and he pushed it upward into the little nub that he had found so easily. When she started to moan, he smiled. She would do this for him. Never a doubt in his mind but he had to see it to believe it.

  “Right there,” Rock said as he pushed his finger against her own, forcing her orgasm to come. He pulled his finger out and watched as her own finger stroked a couple of times and then she stilled. She hadn’t even had the strength to scream but her chest still rose quickly as she fought for breath. Rock reminded himself to make a mental note to make her masturbate in front of him more often. It was sexy as hell.

  Rock released the straps and kept an eye on her as he did so. He didn’t want her rolling off the cage or trying to sit up too fast. He smiled to himself. It was highly unlikely that she would be going anywhere as she had completely passed out.

  Rock pulled Kira into the recliner and waited for her to rouse. Then he carried her into the kitchen and sat her on the stool at the island. Her squeak when her swollen pussy touched the hard wood was music to his ears. He nuzzled his goatee against her cheek and waited until he knew that she wouldn’t topple out of the chair. It was time for the final lesson of the evening.

  Chapter 15

  Kira looked at where Rock was standing. He had taken out bread, peanut-butter and jelly. Kira wanted to gag. She took a sip of her water and decided that instead of being punished for not eating she would tell him how much…

  “I hate PB&J,” Kira said softly. “I don’t like bananas unless they are in bread.”

  “I didn’t think so,” Rock said. He pulled out some left-over ham slices and mustard.

  Kira nodded at him.

  “Why didn’t you tell me earlier?” Rock asked.

  “I was being punished,” Kira said. “You told me not to speak.”

  “You could’ve mentioned it afterward,” Rock said. “I would’ve felt like an ass for punishing you but at least I would’ve known.”

  “I’m sorry,” Kira said. She was too exhausted to argue.

  “If I hadn’t told you that I don’t like mushrooms and just continued to eat them would you have felt bad?” Rock asked.

  “Yes.” Kira sighed. “It helps me know what you like when you talk to me.”

  “Thank you,” Rock said. “What else do you need?”

  “Chips,” Kira said. Rock raised his eyebrows and shook his head. “I have a low salt content. I mean my lab work always comes back with low sodium. Always. So when I sweat, I need salt. I’m drinking all this water to stay hydrated and only diluting the sodium in my system.”

  “Chips it is,” Rock said. He finished making Kira’s plate and then started on his own.

  Kira was halfway through her sandwich when she started to feel shaky and sad. “Master can I please have some hot chocolate?” She didn’t want to see the questioning look in his eyes so she just stared at her plate.

  “Marshmallows?” Rock asked. “Or whipped cream?” Then he dumped both in the steamy mug and handed it to Kira. He walked over to her and rubbed her back while her shaky hand held the mug to her mouth and she took small sips.

  Kira smiled up at him and relaxed when he touched her. She was dropping. Hard. Rock admired that she had recognized the drop and had asked for what she needed. The fact that his touch on her back made her feel better was a power trip for him. She had come so far from the person that didn’t like to be touched.

  “Thank you so much,” Kira said and sat the mug down as her hands started to shake worse. Tears stung at her eyes. She looked up at Rock as the guilt finally overwhelmed her despite her efforts to keep it at bay. “I’m not, you know.”

  “Not what?” Rock asked and then he figured it out as she shook harder and couldn’t look him in the eyes. “I know you aren’t a filthy slut. You are my filthy slut.”

  Tears ran down Kira’s cheeks. “I’d be your filthy slut any day.”

  “Good because you aren’t one. You are mine.” Rock held her tightly until the shaking stopped.

  “I’m yours,” Kira said and she breathed easier. She drank the hot chocolate, finished her sandwich along with a healthy serving of chips and snuggled into Rock as he ate the PB&J next to her.

  The next morning Kira found her binoculars and was standing on the railing of the deck trying to glimpse the source of the ruckus on the other side of her tree line. It was pretty early for heavy equipment but after she checked the clock and it was after eight she realized, with disappointment, that she couldn’t do anything about it.

  “What are you doing?” Rock asked softly.

  Kira was standing flatfooted on a board that was no wider than a balance beam. S
he huffed as she let the binoculars fall to her chest and jumped down to the deck with catlike grace. “Heavy equipment.”

  “Are you going to spy on the neighbors every day?” Rock teased as he swatted her ass and shoved her through the sliding glass door.

  “Several times a day,” Kira admitted. “Now I know what Gunner gets out of it.”

  Kira served both of their plates and sat next to Rock. When Rock finished eating, he watched Kira meticulously do the dishes. He loved the way that her ass shook when she scrubbed a stubborn spot on one of the pans. His cell phone interrupted his thoughts and when he saw that it was Carmen he excused himself from the table and when out to the deck, shutting the door behind him.

  “Rock here,” he answered.

  “Rock, sir,” Carmen started. “I need your permission to invite a couple of people to the party.”

  “Not my party,” Rock said. “Shouldn’t you be asking Kira?”

  “She would say no,” Carmen said flatly. “But you might see it differently. Because you are her Master.”

  “Explain.”

  “Well Kira lived in Tampa for quite a while and she was in the scene before you,” Carmen started.

  “I know that she wasn’t a virgin when we met. Yes,” Rock said quickly trying to cut through Carmen’s babble. She could draw this out for hours and he hated talking on the phone.

  “So there were two Doms that Kira played with frequently,” Carmen said tentatively. “Once they knew that she needed more they would still scene with her at the club but they made it clear they couldn’t give her more.”

  “I understand that,” Rock said, thinking back to the submissives he’d been with who wanted less than what he had wanted.

  “They want to come to her party,” Carmen squeaked it out. “They want to make sure she is really okay. That she has found someone who is good to her and meets her needs. I told them that you aren’t abusive, that you are so good for her, but they are still Doms and want to know if you would give them permission to come.”