"And you're not a freak. With that out of the way, I don't think you should drive home today. Brent said he'd talk to you about it. Has he?"
"Yeah, he said I'm welcome to stay as long as I need.” She took a bite of cantaloupe, closed her eyes briefly as she swallowed the juicy sweetness, and continued. “I can work from here tomorrow via phone and email, but I have an on-site meeting Tuesday."
She did an internal inventory of her pain level while seated. “My ass is sore, but bearable."
"But your back's a different story.” His gaze was compassionate, but not sorry. She was thankful—it would diminish the experience if he were remorseful.
"Right—but I'm not complaining. It was totally worth it."
"If you don't mind my asking, how did you deal with healing time... before."
"He planned the extreme stuff around my days off, and he drove us home. He had lots of ways to deliver pain without causing damage; we only did this kind of thing maybe three or four times a year."
Max was quiet and Dana's heart fell into her stomach. “Wait. You're feeling guilty because you enjoyed hurting me? Please don't. Oh Max, I needed this. I hadn't realized how much of myself I was denying by not seeking it out.” She shook her head, not wanting to go there yet. “Now that I've had it again, I have to figure out how to... I don't know. It's not very submissive to demand this sort of thing, is it?"
He smiled. “I'm not a Dom, and when you're with me you aren't a sub, you're a bottom."
"Be honest, this scratched an itch for you, too. Didn't it?"
"Yes, it did. Enough that if you weren't at the start of a budding romance, I'd be talking to you about exploring how far we could push the edges, and how to take you where I did last night without marking you up so much. But you're ready for a relationship, and I'm not in a place to make commitments.” His smile was sad. “Our timing sucks, but that's okay. I wish you the best with him, and hope it works out."
"The offer's still there for friendship though, right?"
"Definitely. It's time for me to go, and for you to call your guy. You need to hear his voice, and I bet he feels the same. I wrote all of my contact information on a card and gave it to Brent, so he could make sure you leave with it. If you'd like me to have yours, I'd appreciate it, but I understand if you don't."
"Oh, Max, you're special, and don't let anyone convince you otherwise. Whoever gave you up is an idiot. Of course you can have my contact info. I'd also like a kiss, please, and not the kind between friends. Help me slide this tray down so we can stand."
He helped her up, pulling her to him as she stood, one hand on the small of her back as the other tilted her head, and he leaned in—taking control without dominating. Dana's lips parted for him, her arms reaching around him as the kiss took on a life of its own and then slowly ebbed, naturally. A fitting goodbye.
"I'm glad you wanted to come back with us last night. Thanks for taking care of me."
"I got you this way, least I could do was make sure you're okay. Now, have a seat and call your man. Brent put your cellphone in the pocket of the robe."
She watched him go, and found the phone where Max said it'd be. Zach answered on the first ring, and she told him everything that'd happened since she arrived. He was silent during most of her story, asking brief questions to clarify. She didn't soften anything, and was careful to state the facts as she remembered them—being clear about her feelings for Jacob, and the things she'd felt when topping him. Zach valued honesty, and she knew they didn't have a chance of surviving if she didn't lay it all out for him.
He hadn't expected her to get involved sexually with Jacob, and certainly didn't imagine she'd have group sex with three men at the club. He'd thought it'd be platonic at the house with Brent and his partner, with the only playing taking place at the dungeon. She could tell he was blindsided, but to his credit he remained calm and questioned her about how she was feeling, where she was emotionally.
"I've never Topped before, I'm deciding whether I might be a switch. And with Max—bottoming instead of submitting—I liked it. I realize you're more Dom than sadist, and I'm sorry I seem to not know exactly what I am..."
He interrupted. “No apologies. You're figuring it out. You are submissive, of that I'm sure, but maybe you're branching out.” He breathed out in irritation. “I hate doing this over the phone. Can I come to you? I can rent a car and be there in about three hours. That way I can meet Brent and Jacob, Max too, if he's still around. And I can turn the rental in there and drive you home in your car."
Her heart jumped—he wanted to come to her, even though he was probably upset. She'd like him to see Brent and Jacob together, so he'd know how strong their relationship is, and so he would understand her fondness for Jacob fell into a different category than her feelings for Zach. Plus, she needed to know if she'd still feel submissive to him.
"I'd like to see you, too. Max is gone, but let me get Brent in here. He gave me a cordless, showed me how to use it as an intercom."
She was halfway through explaining Zach wanted to rent a car and drive up when Brent interrupted with, “An excellent plan. I'd love to meet him, and I'm sure Jacob would, too. He's welcome to stay the night, it'll be late when he gets here, and the two of you can head back tomorrow. Hand me the phone so I can invite him and give him the address, does he have GPS? Will he need directions?"
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Chapter Eighteen
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Dana awoke to the sound of Brent, Jacob, and Zach talking quietly. She remembered Jacob rubbing more of Brent's ointment onto her welts, knots, and bruises after lunch, and she must have fallen asleep as he was massaging it in.
She heard Brent's voice rise. “I think she's awake."
Zach walked into her view and leaned down. “How're you feeling?"
"Pretty good while I'm on my side.” She realized she had a sheet over her, thought about pulling it around her as she sat up, but changed her mind.
"There should be a robe...” She looked around, saw it on a nearby chair, and motioned. “Brent's letting me use that one. Can you pass it to me so I can sit up, please?"
Brent reached for Jacob's hand. “Dana dear, Jacob and I'll be downstairs pulling a meal together. The two of you should have about thirty minutes to talk before we'll have dinner ready. Okay?"
"Brent, you're doing too much, you should let me order some food in. The last thing I remember was eating lunch, it can't be that late."
He laughed. “You most certainly aren't ordering dinner in, and your body's been through a lot, it needs sleep. You've had a three-hour nap, which means it's time to eat again. We'll see you in a bit."
When they were gone she eyed Zach, then the robe in his hand. He walked to her and dragged the sheet back a few inches, leaning over to examine her shoulders. He pulled slowly, giving her a chance to stop him, but she figured he'd need to see it eventually, may as well be now. She'd seen it earlier, and as bad as it hurt, it looked worse than it felt. She rolled onto her stomach, gritting her teeth as her sensitive breasts pushed into the bed, but wanted to give him the full view.
He didn't say anything for too long, and Dana had to break the silence. “I asked for more. He stopped before I was ready for him to."
"I know. Brent explained a few things. Why didn't you tell me you needed this level of pain?"
"I didn't think I did anymore, but now that I've had it, I realize I do. Not often, maybe three or four times a year, tops—but I didn't know how much I'd missed it until I experienced it again."
He helped her up and held the robe as she put it on. She reached for the belt to close it and he said, “No. Leave it open."
Something shifted inside her, and she responded to his voice, her hands dropping to her sides and her clit pulsing to life. She looked at him in surprise and a corner of his mouth turned up.
"Still wondering if you're submissive?"
"Apparently I am to you, Sir, even if I'm not to others."
Dana slid the robe from her shoulders, draping it over the bed behind her in one motion as it came off her hand. She stood before him naked, with him fully clothed, and it felt right.
"Yes, Sir. I think I do. Thank you for... just... Thanks."
His gaze fell to the bruises and flogger marks on her chest. “Today's a healing day for you, so this will be mostly D/s I'm afraid. Brent showed me the playroom; let's head in there, shall we?"
He motioned for her to walk in front of him, so she led the way, noting he carried a duffel bag.
"Lean over the sawhorse, it's padded, but I don't think any of your bruises will touch it. There are handles at the base, grab the lowest ones you can reach and spread your legs to the width of the supports. I'm not restraining you, I expect you to hold yourself in position."
"Yes, Sir."
She heard a zipper and opened her eyes. He was upside down to her, taking his pants and boxers off. Within moments he'd donned a condom and was lubing it.
"You're going to submit to this—you will let me in, and you're not allowed to come."
She felt his cock at her ass, pushing in. She couldn't relax, couldn't get the muscles to do her bidding.
"I'm not upset with you, Dana—that's not what this is about. This is about me being in control, me dominating your body. Let. Me. In."
Her muscles surrendered, opening as he drove in, but before long it was too much, and she whimpered in pain.
"Yes, I know it hurts. But you're going to stay put and allow my cock to force your ass open, aren't you?"
Her body wanted to flee, adrenaline demanding a shift into fight or flight mode, but she stubbornly held onto the handles, forced herself to remain still, and concentrated on not tensing around the intrusion.
He didn't just thrust straight in at full speed, but he wasn't giving her time to adjust, either. He kept coming in, no stopping, no pausing. She squealed in anguish as the burn intensified, wishing her pussy had something in it instead. Her ass was still a little sore from the night before, too, but the memory made her clench on the emptiness even more.
When he was finally all the way in, he touched her sides, caressing her a bit, before placing his hands on the sawhorse beside her hips again.
"This is about my pleasure, Dana, not yours. If you climax I'll pussy whip you with my rubber flogger. Twenty lashes. Punishment strokes. Are you going to come?"
"No. No, Sir."
He pulled practically all the way out, and smoothly plunged back in. Once, twice, three times... and then he picked up speed and began fucking her, slamming his hips into her bruised ass. She could tell he was setting his rhythm to satisfy his own lust, using her to reach his completion while denying her, and the objectification made her empty pussy almost begin to spasm. She breathed in, concentrated on her control, and kept the orgasm at bay. Barely.
When at last he went in and held, leaning over her and growling as he came, she felt only relief it was over. She opened her eyes as he pulled out, watching him upside down as he disposed of the condom in the trashcan.
He walked back, still semi-hard. “You can stand now. Turn, kneel, and clean me off."
She rose, gave her body a moment to steady, and rotated—sinking to her knees, feeling the stretch of her swollen ass. Zach stepped in front of her and she took the bitter-saltiness of him into her mouth. She ran her tongue around, withdrew, and then let him slide back in. She'd been a little envious of Jacob kneeling beside his Master, and it felt right to be at her Master's feet now. He let her work his cock a few minutes longer and moved back. “Very good, pet. Rise and face me, I need to ask you a question."
She did as instructed, her heart soaring at the term of endearment and—looking him in the eyes—sank farther into surrender as he fastened his pants and she stood before him, naked.
"Brent intended we discuss a few things when we join them, but if you want more of this we can put that off. I'll plug you and you'll be submissive while we eat, and we can all talk later. If this has given you what you need then I'll give you a touch of pain and release you until dinner's over."
She sighed. “As good as this feels, not having to make decisions, belonging to you—we all need to talk. You'll take charge again later?"
"If you still want me to."
"Okay, then."
He nodded and reached between her legs, his fingers probing her folds, latching onto her clit, and squeezing. She trembled, gasping as the sensation blossomed from bliss to pain. She tried to step back but only pulled at the root, forcing her towards him again.
She looked up and froze as their eyes met, his expression intense.
"We will figure this out, pet. If you discover you're a switch, we'll make it work. I'll never submit to you, but I won't deny you the opportunity to Top others. Tell me what you want."
"I want to come! Please!"
"No."
He let go of her clit, slowly, a steadying hand on her arm. “Lick,” he said, raising his fingers to her mouth. “Get your juices off."
She did, noting the way his eyes followed her tongue, realized he was horny again, too. He pulled his hand back, ran it over her hair, down to the ponytail, gave it a small tug.
"Okay, scene's over. Do you want the robe, or would you rather wear loose clothes for dinner?"
"I've got yoga pants and a t-shirt."
Dana wondered why there was one upholstered dining room chair amongst the wooden kitchen chairs, but quickly recognized they'd wanted her sitting on a cushioned surface.
"Guys, I'm not that bad off."
Jacob looked up. “Have you seen your ass? I know Max said your back hurts worse, but damn, it would hurt me to see you sitting on hard wood."
Brent turned from the stove and looked at her appraisingly. “You look much better, more sure of yourself. I trust your talk went well?"
Her face heated as Zach said, “Yes, it seems so. What can I do to help with dinner?"
"We've got it under control.” He lifted the pot and poured it into a bowl while Jacob pulled bread from the oven and arranged it. They worked seamlessly, turning at the same time to walk to the table and place their bowls before sitting.
They'd thrown together an impressive meal of penne pasta with a creamy mushroom alfredo sauce and asiago bread on the side. She moaned when she took a bite, and Jacob chuckled. “Keep that up and I'm going to have a problem.” He shifted in his seat. “I've been told to behave until we've all talked everything through."
Brent gave him a pointed look. “And by mentioning you're turned on by her moans, you're not behaving. We'll deal with it later."
"I... crap. You're right. I'm sorry, Brent."
"Apology accepted, but you'll still answer for it later."
"Understood, Brent."
Brent held the look a few more seconds, making sure Jacob knew he was in trouble. She'd seen Brent with other submissives in the past, and she marveled at how he was just as strict, but his unconcealed affection illuminated every action, every word.
When Brent's eyes finally left Jacob's, he turned to Zach. “I apologize. I told him she was off limits, even for light flirting, until we'd discussed how you feel about her Topping him. It's clear Dana cares a great deal for you, and the fact you let her come here to figure things out, and then came to her side when she needed you..."
His gaze flicked to Dana and back to Zach. “You have my respect, and my support. I'm her friend, but she's changed since I knew her so well—still the same basic person, but she's been through the fire, so to speak. You know the new Dana better than I."
Zach reached for her hand. “While you were sleeping, Brent shared some things he felt I should know about your past. I'll tell you what I learned later if you like, but for now I want you to be aware we talked around thirty minutes before you woke.” He smiled. “Full disclosure goes both ways, right?"
Unsure of what could have been so enlight
ening, she said, “We need to discuss it later, so I know what he told you and can add my two cents. I think Brent is wondering if you're going to let me continue to Top Jacob, from time to time."
He nodded. “I need to consider the parameters, but if you're a switch we'll have to find a way to exercise your Domme side. I'd like to see the two of you in action, if everyone is amenable."
"I... I don't know. Wouldn't that be weird?"
He dropped his voice. “Did you think I'd allow my pet to play without supervision indefinitely? Are you still my pet?"
Her pussy flared to life and she fought not to squirm in the chair. “Yes, Sir. I mean, you said not at dinner, but after we eat I will be again. Sir."
"You know I loaned...” He stopped, started over. “I'm not the jealous sort; as long as I'm sure you'll be going home with me, I'm enough of a voyeur to enjoy watching."
"If you need to see us together then... I guess? It's not just up to me, though. Jacob and Brent have a say in it, too."
Jacob's gaze met hers. “I'd be happy to serve, but it's not my call."
Dana cut her eyes to Brent, who smiled. “As I keep saying, you have carte blanche to use him, with only a few caveats, which I'm sure you know by now."
"You and I need to have a conversation privately before anything happens.” Zach said, looking at Brent. “From the interaction I've seen, the two of you appear twenty-four/seven, with something approaching total power exchange?"
"Yes, we're about as close to TPE as I can make it while we both manage successful careers."
"Then I'll address you, instead of him. If you wish to allow him to flirt with her, I'm good with it. Dana's under no power exchange with me during dinner, other than being told she can't orgasm until given permission.” He looked at Jacob, as if he wanted to say something to him, but changed his mind and addressed Brent. “He can fulfill a need I can't, as I won't be submitting to her. It's not a competition, and I won't see him as a rival for her attention."
Brent grinned at Jacob, saying, “Knock yourself out,” before turning to Dana. “Have fun. If he needs discipline, talk to me and we'll work out the best way to handle it, together. Same rules as before, I'm the only one who can allow him to come. Not that he'd be able to even if I gave permission—he's wearing hardware you may find interesting, should you wish to explore."
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