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

by Redrae Gunn

  “Thank you,” Kira said softly to the others around the table. Guilt was broiling up. “Master, I need hot chocolate please. And chips.”

  Rock smiled as he kissed Kira deeply. He stood and sat her in the island chair that was reserved for him. “Eyes on me.” He fixed her drink and set a plate of chips in front of her. When he looked at the dining room table, he saw that the other subs were eating the leftovers off of the Dominants’ plates. All seemed happy and content. Now for the guilt his little flower was feeling.

  “I let them down,” Kira said softly.

  “Who?” Rock asked.

  “The other subs,” Kira whispered.

  “How?”

  “It was punishment and I got off,” Kira admitted. The guilty feeling flooded her again.

  “I think that they would cheer you on for getting so into a blowjob that you got yourself off.” Rock smiled at her.

  Cheers came from the table behind her and Kira turned to look at them. “We are absolutely having this party every year,” Kira said as she smiled at Rock.

  “Yes but we will be Mr. and Mrs. Pyre then,” Rock said softly.

  “I need to get a dress,” Kira said as she smiled back at her Master.

  “Come. Come then, love,” Carmen said, pulling Kira from her chair and dragging Casey away from Steve. “Charles you are needed as well, unless your Mistress requires you. I’m not messing with her.”

  “My options are seriously limited,” Kira said as she thought about the dream dress. Sleek elegant, strong, strapless, and something that Rock would love taking off of her.

  “My Mistress brought along a couple of dresses that she wants you to look at,” Charles said softly. “She was in on your Master’s plan from the start.”

  * * * *

  Rock pulled Kira into the bed upstairs. It had been her old room, had been his old room, and now it was their room.

  “Have you found something new?” Rock asked as he pulled out a brown paper bag from under the pillow.

  “The dress is new and the ring,” Kira said.

  “Something borrowed and something old?” Rock asked.

  “I’m going to be wearing Carmen’s diamond earrings,” Kira admitted. “They are beautiful and they are expensive. I can’t believe she’s lending them to me. They are also old.”

  “Then allow me to present to you”—Rock handed Kira the bag—”something blue.”

  Kira peaked into the bag and squeaked. “Oh no. Oh I can’t wear that.” She pulled the anal plug out of the bag. It was bright blue.

  “Let’s do a test run and see if you can walk with it in that tight ass,” Rock said as he pulled out a bottle of lube.

  Kira bent over and waited. There was no hesitation. She loved her Master Rock. She would wear whatever he told her to wear, no matter what. She hissed as he slid in the plug.

  “I love you,” Rock said as he wiggled the plug once for good measure. “This is the something blue that you will wear to our wedding.”

  “Yes, Rock.” Kira sighed, completely content.

  * * * *

  “Your guests are starting to arrive,” Carmen said as she glanced out the sliding glass door.

  Kira looked above Carmen’s head at the car that Sam had stopped at the valet stand. “That’s not a guest.”

  Kira looked at her shop and saw a red light blinking over her shop. Rock came over to Kira and held up a piece of paper and a pen.

  “I’ll decipher,” Kira said.

  “He’s repeating it,” Rock said.

  “P-E-R-M-I-S-S-I-O-N, stop, R-E-Q-U-E-S-T-E-D, stop, O-P-E-R-A-T-I-O-N, stop, M-O-T-H-E-R, stop, G-O-O-S-E, stop, G-O, stop, L-I-V-E, hard stop.” Kira translated the code.

  Rock looked at the paper.

  “What the hell is Operation Mother Goose?” he asked.

  “Contingency plan,” Kira said as she ground her teeth and took a calming breath.

  “For what?”

  “The woman who gave birth to me is here,” Kira said as she tried not to let the happiness leave her. “I had a feeling that she would do this now. I’ll need you for this one, Master. Sam will be waiting for you at the valet stand.” Kira called Gunner. “Go live.”

  Rock’s phone chirped and he looked at the message as he walked down to the valet stand. Gunner had sent instructions. He was to walk Karla to the house and let her in the sliding glass door. Kira would be waiting for her in the kitchen. Then he was to return to Sam to video the search of the stolen vehicle.

  When Rock left Karla just inside the door, he felt guilty about leaving Kira inside and alone with the woman who had abandoned her. The look on Kira’s face had been a mixture of pity and resignation. Rock went back to Sam. Time to find out what type of contingency plan was in place.

  * * * *

  “Claira?” The woman asked and Kira cringed.

  “Kira,” she corrected her. “You must be Karla.”

  “I’m your mother,” Karla said and headed toward Kira with her arms open.

  Kira held up a hand and the woman stopped in her tracks. “Are you Karla Knudson?”

  The woman nodded.

  “Then why did your ID say”—Kira glanced at her phone—”Shelly Halliday? And why is the car registered to a Danielle Watson?”

  “I borrowed the car sweetie,” Karla said, her voice suddenly sweet and sugary. “I didn’t want anyone to know who I was so I used a fake ID.”

  Kira saw through the lies. “The owner of the car obviously doesn’t think that you borrowed it since it has been reported stolen.”

  “Just give me my money and I’ll leave,” Karla said as she wrung her hands in front of her.

  “I can’t do that,” Kira said. She had been wrong to hope that Karla had wanted more than just money. Kira had long ago given up hope that she would have a happy relationship with the woman who gave birth to her.

  “I deserve it,” Karla said, her voice filled with venom. “I worked around this farm when I was growing up.”

  “I’m sure that you have been compensated for your time,” Kira said. “The cost of raising a child isn’t cheap. I believe that you actually owe Karl’s estate for the time and money that he put into raising me as his daughter.”

  “I was confused back then,” Karla said all sweet again. “I met some bad people.”

  “You have had more than thirty years to get unconfused.” Kira rolled her eyes. “I’m sure you had a choice in who you kept as friends.”

  “You don’t know what it was like.” Karla was now sobbing.

  Kira was disgusted. “Are you on drugs?”

  “I needed a pick-me-up after driving so far,” Karla said.

  “I take that as a yes and for the record I’ve known that you’ve been in town for months.” Kira couldn’t believe the nerve of this woman to lie to her like this. “Where have you been staying?”

  “With some friends.” Karla was nearly glaring at Kira, though she tried to keep her voice sweet.

  “Sleeping your way through the oil field,” Kira said and shook her head. “Do you have any self-respect at all?”

  “Of course I do,” Karla said.

  “You are in your early fifties and you look like you are ninety,” Kira said. “You have no teeth.”

  “I had a hard life,” Karla said, raising her voice.

  “Yeah, Karl was unbearable with all his love and affection.” Kira smirked. “I think you need to leave. Clean up and then call before you start stalking me or making unannounced visits to my house.”

  “Give me my money,” Karla snarled. She pulled what appeared to be a switchblade from her pocket and held it up. “Then I’ll leave and you’ll never see me again.”

  Kira fisted her hands at her side. Karla lunged for her.

  Rock and Sam burst through the kitchen door but Kira already had Karla face down on the floor.

  “Drop it or I’ll break it,” Kira said calmly as she held Karla’s knife hand behind her back.

  “Don’t be stupid, Karla
,” Sam said softly. “The Marine on your back could rip your shoulder from your socket if she wanted to do it.”

  Kira squeezed, adding pressure on the woman’s hand until she heard a crunch, a shrill shriek, and the knife fell to the floor.

  Sam held a pair of cuffs out to Kira and she secured Karla’s hands behind her back. Sam stood Karla on her feet. The woman was swearing at the top of her lungs.

  Rock held up a ball gag. Karla stopped screaming and glared at Rock.

  “It’s really not a good idea to threaten someone at a BDSM party,” Rock said softly. “We have an ample supply of torture devices. Hand cuffs, ball gags, cages, whips and chains.”

  “Paddles, anal plugs, floggers and dildos,” Kira added.

  “Collars, nipple clamps, mouth and ankle spreaders,” Carmen called as she came into the kitchen. “Are we playing name that toy?”

  Kira watched as Carmen spotted the woman in the middle of the room with her hands cuffed behind her back. Carmen recoiled and shook her finger at the woman.

  “This doesn’t look consensual,” Carmen whispered to Kira and giggled.

  Kira took a breath as Carmen’s inappropriate humor kicked her back into the light mood that she had woke up feeling. Kira looked at Carmen and managed to smile.

  “Gonna be back late, honey,” Sam said as he kissed Carmen. “There’s so many arrest warrants out for this woman the paperwork is going to take forever. Kira you let me know if you want to add trespassing, disturbing the peace, attempted robbery, or assault charges to the long list.”

  Kira shook her head and leaned toward Sam. Sam leaned toward Kira.

  “See if she can get some help,” Kira whispered softly so that Karla couldn’t hear.

  Sam nodded his head and then escorted Karla to the waiting patrol car.

  Rock looked at Kira. “You really are the sweetest person I have ever known. Spiky on the outside though. I have to go with the cactus flower still.”

  Kira picked up her phone and called Gunner. “Mission accomplished.”

  Chapter 17

  Casey grumbled as she grabbed a cup of coffee. “Nasty Bear.”

  “I think Kira had a worse night and morning,” Carmen said as she breezed out the sliding glass waiting to welcome the real guests.

  Kira smiled at Carmen as she left and then looked at Casey. The three of them had worn matching outfits. Blue corsets with white lace and white leather pants. Charles pushed his walker through the dining room. He was wearing white pants and a blue shirt to match the other subs. Olivia pointed to a chair at the table and Charles sat down slowly, wincing when his butt hit the chair. Olivia smiled with amusement, like a cat giving a mouse to her kittens.

  “Kira, that special item I had asked for is ready?” Olivia asked.

  Kira tried not to choke on her coffee. Charles was her pain puppy?

  “Yes, Mistress Olivia,” Kira said as her knees nearly gave out. Could she subject Charles to that type of torture?

  “Your soft-hearted friend seems to think that you can’t handle what I have ordered,” Olivia said to Charles but loud enough that Kira could hear.

  “Oh please, Kira honey,” Charles said, begging as he turned in his chair to look at Kira. “I want it so much. Pain makes me feel again and as I’ve gotten older it’s been harder to get that release without drawing blood and leaving bruises. Do this for me please? Please?”

  Kira nodded her head as Charles looked at her. He definitely wanted it. The pain. The release. Kira could understand that. She needed things, too. Things only Rock could give her. If Charles needed things only Olivia could give him then Kira wasn’t going to stand in the way.

  “Thank you,” Charles said softly as he turned back to Olivia. “Thank you, Mistress, for thinking of me.”

  Olivia whispered something in Charles’s ear and Kira smiled as Charles sighed with content. Subs had to help subs. They also had to cheer for each other. Just like the subs had done at the table when Kira had the orgasm without permission. Kira silently cheered for Charles.

  “I am finished.” Gunner’s robotic voice had Kira turning to the door.

  “I thought you finished yesterday,” Kira said softly. The man looked frazzled. More frazzled than usual.

  “Glitches were detected, blind spots. Surveillance is now accurate. Closed circuit only. Video capture enabled. Video feed will be destroyed when ordered,” Gunner replied.

  “Thank you,” Kira said softly as she touched his forearm then she added firmly. “Well done, soldier. Dismissed.”

  “Yes, ma’am.” Gunner left without looking back.

  It was Friday and today was the day that most of the BDSM crowd would arrive. They were bringing tents or RVs and Kira had set up the second Quonset as a make shift bunk house if need be. The cots may not be comfortable for two people but at least it was a place to sleep. There would be only the BDSM crowd tonight. Tomorrow the others would come and Kira hoped that along with dawn would come understanding and acceptance.

  Kira had dealt with her own demons. She hoped that the people from her own town could do the same.

  * * * *

  “Maybe we’ll get lucky and no one from town will show up,” Kira said hopefully as she looked out the patio doors and sipped her coffee.

  “You know that’s not going to happen, little flower,” Rock said as he wrapped his arm around her waist and rubbed his goatee on her cheek.

  Kira giggled and rubbed against his stubble harder. “Fuzzy Rock.”

  “You are still okay with doing a demonstration right?” Rock asked.

  Kira shrugged. “I know the kinky ones are looking forward to it. But I don’t know how I feel about others seeing it.”

  “Clothes remain on for all the demonstrations in the tame area,” Rock reminded her.

  “Still, it’s my cage,” Kira pouted.

  “I figured that it’s where you would feel safest and as the hostess your kink crowd would be disappointed if you didn’t demonstrate something that you specialize in making,” Rock said. “It will give them ideas and boost sales.”

  “I’m busy enough,” Kira replied.

  “Casey is doing a whip demonstration,” Rock said.

  “On who?”

  “Pop cans and newspaper,” Rock replied. “Steve told her, in no uncertain terms, that if she even looked at him while she was holding a whip in her hands he would stuff her full of vibrating toys for twenty-four hours. He also added that he would set them on such a low setting there wouldn’t be an orgasm in sight.”

  “That’s not very nice.” Kira tried not to laugh. “You Masters can get pretty creative.”

  “Thank you for that compliment,” Rock said. “She’s doing her demonstration for the entire crowd. I guess she can split open pop cans as well as smear paint on a newspaper without tearing it.”

  “That’s pretty amazing,” Kira said. Then she turned her attention back to the driveway where a vehicle had just pulled up to the stand that Sam had set up.

  Rock followed her gaze. “They are about three hours too early, little flower. Want me to get rid of them?”

  “Could be a kinky person,” Kira said. “But yes, will you go check please?”

  “Anything for you, love,” Rock said softly as he nipped her ear.

  Kira watched Rock walk out of the door and down the driveway. His stride confident, masculine and perfect. He was her everything and she knew that he meant it when he told her that he would do anything for her. Kira got the giddy feeling again as she thought about becoming Mrs. Rock Pyre. He was taking a chance and giving her a dream. She loved her Master so much that sometimes her chest hurt to even think about how much she needed him, his love and his control.

  “You are so whipped,” Carmen said from behind Kira.

  “You have no idea,” Kira said and followed Carmen into the kitchen.

  When the people from town started to arrive, both groups were pretty segregated and Kira had wondered again if the idea to have this type of p
arty was ludicrous. So when Olivia came into the main tent with Charles at her side, it was all Kira could do to keep her heart from pounding out of her chest. Olivia was dressed in a skintight white gown and it accented her dark skin beautifully. She was wearing her name badge, just like Carmen had asked all the BDSM people to do so that the people from town would at least know their names.

  The entire tent had gone silent. Olivia had picked up one plate and was focused on Charles face. “Just look, puppy, Mistress will decide.” Olivia’s husky voice could be heard in the now silent tent.

  “Thank you, Mistress,” Charles said as he looked at the food and walked in front of her. At the end of the serving table he paused and looked at the eating utensils.

  “If you would, please,” Olivia said, answering his unasked question.

  Charles placed one of each of the silverware in the basket on his walker and then grabbed a few napkins. He then turned to the sitting area and stalled.

  Olivia stepped up to him and kissed his temple. “Let me find us a place to sit. Come,” she said, so firmly, yet sweetly, and led the way to an open end of a table. Kira was in awe of the woman’s guts. It took some nerve to be the first one to bring her slave into the room of locals.

  “These look like some very nice ladies, Charles,” Olivia said pointing to the women sitting by the end of the table. “I think you will be okay here while I go get you something to drink.”

  Charles glanced at the women at the table. “Yes, Mistress, they do,” Charles managed to whisper to Olivia.

  “Ladies, will you please watch him for a moment?” Olivia turned her gaze toward the four women. She looked each of them in the eye. “I don’t want anyone running off with what belongs to me.”

  The women nodded their heads as Olivia went and got Charles a drink.

  Once back at the table Olivia set out the silverware for Charles and he was shaking so bad he could hardly get his fork to his mouth.

  “I will do that, love,” Olivia said and started to feed Charles. She rubbed his back as she fed him. “What’s wrong, pup? Didn’t I chose right?”