Bondage Celebration (Desired Discipline)

by Carson, Tori

  James grabbed the asshole’s sleeve and brought his arm into the air. “You have to the count of three to tell us what you gave her or I’ll break it again.” Simson went pale. He moaned in agony as James gave his arm a shake.

  “Stop, stop, ketamine. I gave her ketamine.”

  James let his arm drop from a foot or so above the ground. Simson’s body jerked and he screamed. As soon as he could breathe through the pain, he started a litany of curses and threats.

  “What the hell is ketamine?” Nick was relieved to hear sirens. He’d never been so happy to hear that sound in his life.

  “I don’t know, man,” André rested a hand on Nick’s shoulder in support. “I’m going to go meet the paramedics. I’ll be right back.”

  “It’s an anesthesia, a fast acting hallucinogen. If he didn’t give her too much, she’ll be fine in a few hours. She probably won’t remember what happened, which might be for the better,” James tried to reassure Nick.

  Laura might not remember, but Nick would never forget. He let out a breath he hadn’t known he’d been holding. His head hung down in a mix of guilt and grief. He’d let this happen. She was his to cherish and protect and he’d failed her again.

  Nick grabbed a blanket from a basket near the cot and wrapped it around Laura. He turned to look at the bastard who’d done this to her, “You’d better hope the police lock you up and throw away the key, because if you ever come near my wife again there won’t be enough pieces of you to bury,” Nick assured Simson.

  Two police officers appeared at the doorway. Nick could see André’s head bobbing behind the two men. One officer ordered James to step away from Simson.

  “We need an ambulance!” Nick shouted. Though he knew the drill, he was still pissed off they weren’t letting the paramedics into the room. The police wouldn’t allow any rescue teams into an area they hadn’t secured.

  James kept his eyes trained on Simson as he placed his hands behind his head and slowly back stepped away.

  The officer nearest the doorway pulled James into the hallway as the officer in charge went to Simson.

  Nick pointed at Simson, “He kidnapped my wife, injected her with something and took a shot at us. His weapon is under the cabinet. Now let the fucking paramedics in here. She’s barely breathing.”

  After the officer gave a signal, two EMTs came in carrying their gear.

  “Can you lay her on the cot, Sir, so we can help her?” the dark haired man asked politely.

  Nick looked them both up and down. It was almost impossible to let go of Laura. He was so afraid of losing her. He wanted to hold her tight and never let go. Reluctantly and with great caution, he stood up, turned back to the cot and laid her down. Nick stepped to the head of the cot, out of their way, but still within reach of her. He watched as they took her vital signs.

  “Do you know what he gave her?” the dark haired EMT shining a flashlight into Laura’s eyes asked.

  “André found the syringe, Simson said it was ketamine, but I don’t trust him. He’s a fucking rapist.” Nick couldn’t contain his anger. He wanted to pound the little prick with his bare hands. Nick turned to watch the police cuff Simson, delighted to hear him howling in pain as they took him from the room.

  “We’ll need to take the syringe to the hospital with us. We’re going to take her to Good Sam, you can follow in your car and meet us there,” the lighter haired EMT advised Nick, as the ambulance personnel brought in a stretcher.

  “Fuck that. I’m going with you. She doesn’t leave my sight again.” Nick wasn’t backing down. He’d be in the ambulance with her one way or another.

  Before she was moved to the stretcher, they inserted an IV into her arm and attached EKG leads to various places on her chest.

  “Sir, she’s stable. You’ll only be in the way. If you need a ride, you can sit in the front.”

  Nick didn’t bother to argue. He didn’t want anything to delay her getting to the hospital as quickly as possible.

  Once she was on the stretcher and they were headed toward the back of the building, he held her hand. He needed the contact. He needed to know she was still with him. As they were positioning the stretcher to slide it into the ambulance, he forced himself to let go of her hand. Laura turned her head to look at him. It was the first movement she’d made since he’d found her. “I’m here, Laura. I’m not going to leave you. I’m right here.”

  The light haired EMT opened the passenger door, “Sir, you can ride up here with me.”

  Nick ignored him and entered the back of the ambulance, sitting on the bench near the door. When the light haired EMT appeared at the doorway, the other paramedic waved him off. “It’s okay.” Nick watched as the two men stared at each other for a few seconds, then reluctantly, the EMT closed the door. Within seconds they were moving.

  Chapter Seven

  Laura woke with a screaming headache and feeling nauseated. Nick was sitting in a chair right beside her with his forehead resting on the bed, holding her hand in a death grip. She looked around, trying to get her bearings.

  “Nick,” was all she got out before he stood up. His right hand caressed her cheek.

  “Oh, thank God. Laura, how are you doing?”

  Laura had no idea what had happened or how she’d ended up in a hospital bed, but after getting a good look at Nick she was scared. Her very handsome husband looked terrible. His tanned face was pale and drawn with dark circles under his worried eyes. “Were we in an accident? Are you okay? You don’t look so hot. Sit down.”

  Nick smiled and crumbled back into the chair. “Oh, Laura, dear God, you scared me to death. You didn’t answer me, how are you feeling? The doctors said you’d be fine once the drug wore off, but it’s been hours. I was so worried.”

  “I’m fine. My head hurts and my tongue feels too big for my mouth. Is there one of those pitcher things in here? I’m thirsty.”

  Nick moved his hand from her cheek and clicked the nurse button on the bed remote. “I’m not sure what you’re allowed to have. A nurse will be here soon. They’ve been very attentive.”

  Laura just bet they had. Women always seemed to be very attentive where Nick was concerned. He was a good looking, wealthy man. Women were eager to please him. Right on cue, a very pleasant, grandmotherly nurse opened the door. Laura felt a little sheepish after her jealous thoughts.

  “Mrs Branson, Dr Cavendish will be pleased to know you’re awake. How are you feeling?” She took the blood pressure cuff from the station on the wall and began taking her vital signs.

  “Thirsty. And my head hurts.”

  “Did you hit your head?” Nick asked as he started to feel her head, presumably for bumps.

  Laura shrugged her shoulders, she had no idea what had happened.

  “It’s because of the ketamine, Mr Branson. She’s been thoroughly examined, her head is fine. Except for the bruised cheek and wrists, she doesn’t have a mark on her. As long as she continues to improve, the doctor’s going to let her go home in a few hours.”

  Laura looked down at her wrists. There were two red, angry welts at the base of her hands. “Nick, what happened? Why am I here?”

  “I’ll get you some ice chips and let the doctor know you’re awake.” The nurse politely left them alone.

  Nick looked lost, “I’m so sorry, Laura. I should never have left you alone. I never dreamed Simson would try something so public. AJ’s men were all around. I have no idea how he got to you.” Nick’s voice was filled with anguish.

  “Simson? Were we in an accident?” She was trying to understand what happened.

  Nick shook his head and stood up. Looking her in the eye, he began to explain. “We were at the club. You were watching a workshop when James asked me to help out with a situation in the security office. I should never have left you, Angel. It was all my fault.”

  “Nick, whatever happened couldn’t possibly be your fault. You would never hurt me. Please tell me what happened.”

  “Simson was at
the club. He managed to inject you with ketamine and take you into one of the privacy rooms. By the time we found you, he had you restrained.” Nick ran a finger lightly along the mark at her wrist. “The animal struck your beautiful face.”

  Now that Nick had pointed it out, Laura felt her cheek below her eye throbbing.

  “Where is he now?” She was afraid to ask, but she had to know.

  “The police have him in custody. James broke his wrist and his jaw. Remind me to give James a bonus.”

  Laura watched him lock his jaw and the vein in Nick’s temple was protruding. “Did anyone else get hurt?”

  Nick shook his head. “No. Just you, my beautiful Angel. I’m so sorry, Laura.”

  “Did he…?” She couldn’t remember anything and she knew she was naked under the hospital gown. Now she was worried how she had gotten that way. Her hand went to her throat and she noted the play collar she’d worn was gone as was the wristband Nick had given her after first arriving at the club.

  “Rape you?”

  Laura nodded, grateful Nick understood what she’d meant.

  “No! I think it was his intention, but we found you before he had time. Thank God. I hope you can forgive me, Laura.”

  “Nick, you didn’t do anything to be sorry for. I’m fine and the police have Simson in jail. Now maybe his victims will come forward and we can keep him from hurting anyone else.” Laura hated seeing Nick so upset. In the big picture, everything worked out well as far as she could see.

  Before she could figure out what to say to ease his pain, her doctor entered the room. Once he was satisfied that the ketamine was wearing off, albeit slowly, he asked if she felt well enough to speak with the police.

  Laura looked to Nick. “It’s up to you, honey,” he told her.

  She was surprised by his indecisive answer. “Okay, let’s get it over with.” Laura could tell by the lines appearing around Nick’s mouth he wasn’t happy with her decision. If he’d had a preference why didn’t he make it clear from the beginning? Since he’d become her Dom, he’d always given her very explicit directions. Her head hurt too much to consider what his reasoning might be. For the time being, she’d just let it go.

  Five hours or so later, Laura was finally back at home and in her own bed. Giving her statement to the police had been quick and easy. Since she didn’t remember a darn thing, there really wasn’t much to tell. Nick had stayed by her side since she’d first woken up.

  “Come lay down with me, Master. Your subbie needs you.” Laura had expected a grin to flash across his face. Instead she watched him flinch. “What’s the matter?” she whispered afraid what the answer might be.

  “I don’t want to jostle you, Laura. You rest and I’ll be right here,” Nick pulled a recliner from the adjacent sitting room to the bedside.

  “The doctor said I’m fine. You don’t need to treat me like I’m made of porcelain. Please come to bed with me.” Something was wrong. He’d been acting differently since she’d awakened in the hospital.

  Nick stood by the bed looking down at her. She knew she looked a sight with her puffy, bruised cheek, the hospital band still dangling from her wrist and her hair flattened around her face from the mask she’d wore to the club. “Please,” she prodded.

  Relief flooded her when he reached his arm over his head and removed his shirt. He bent down and took off his boots and socks, but left his pants on. Nick sat very gingerly on the edge of bed, “Are you sure? I’m fine in the chair.”

  Laura patted the mattress, “I need to touch you. I rest better in your arms.” Those leather pants were a total turn on though, and she doubted she’d sleep much if he came to bed wearing them. Still, she wasn’t going to say anything that might discourage him from getting into bed with her.

  Nick stretched out on the edge of the bed. He tried to keep his distance, but she wasn’t going to put up with that. She rolled over, placing her arm across his chest and her left thigh over his leather clad crotch. Sensing he was ready to bolt from the bed, she lay perfectly still until he started to relax.

  “Is the club much different during play nights?” She hoped they could move past the Simson issue and get their lives back on track. Laura felt his body tense and she suspected she’d chosen the wrong subject.

  “I don’t know. I’m not really in the mood to talk about the club right now.” His voice was gruff.

  “Okay.” They lay in silence for a few minutes with Laura hoping Nick would tell her what was eating at him. After a bit, Nick began to rub her calf. Laura calmed at his touch. She’d become addicted to his hands on her body.

  “Do you know how sexy you look in these pants?” she asked as she snuggled closer and lay her head on his shoulder.

  “They’re snug fitting, that’s for sure.”

  “So when do we christen the spy themed room?” She knew she wasn’t going to be able to sleep. Her mind just couldn’t settle down. Too much had happened and there was something very wrong with Nick. He wasn’t acting right at all.

  Laura felt him shudder beneath her. She waited, hoping he would talk to her. After a few minutes, she tried again. “What’s wrong, Nick? Please talk to me.”

  Nick gently pushed her leg off him and got out of bed. “You need to rest, Laura. I have some work I have to finish up. You just sleep for a while and we’ll talk later.”

  As she watched him walk into the bathroom, she felt the urge to cry. There was no denying his rejection hurt, but she knew this wasn’t about her. Laura heard the water spraying in the shower and figured she had a few minutes. She climbed out of bed, cut off the hospital wrist band using the scissors in the vanity, peeled off her nightgown and gave herself a thorough inspection in the mirror.

  She couldn’t do anything to hide her wrists or cheek, but the rest didn’t look too bad. Nick wasn’t going to walk away from her again, she’d see to that.

  Laura walked around the short wall to the bathtub and shower enclosures. With a confidence she’d only recently acquired, she opened the glass door and joined her husband.

  Nick’s eyes widened as she stepped in. “Laura, you should be resting!” Getting soap in his eyes, Nick muttered a few expletives then turned his face up to the streaming water.

  Laura sank to her knees and began nuzzling his cock and balls.

  “What the hell are you doing?” He sounded exasperated.

  Laura hid her smile by running her teeth along the length of him. Nope, he wouldn’t be getting away from her this time. “Exactly, what I want to do.”

  Nick slid his hands under her arms and tugged for her to stand back up.

  Ignoring his wishes, she slid his cock into her mouth. As he grew in size, his grip on her arms lightened.

  “This isn’t right. You were attacked just a few hours ago.”

  Since his voice was laced with pleasure, she continued. Laura locked one arm around his thighs and caressed his balls with the other. Within moments, Nick was fisting her hair and thrusting into her mouth.

  Laura gave herself over to the sensations. By letting him set the pace, she was free to focus on keeping her throat relaxed. She matched her breathing to his thrusts, allowing her to take him deep. With her tongue, she swirled the head of his cock on each down stroke.

  His hands in her hair were driving her crazy. She was wet and needy by the time she felt his balls tighten in her hand. As Nick’s back arched and he grew even more rigid, if that were possible, she felt his seed spill down her throat. His guttural moan sent her stomach clenching. She’d never been so thankful he wasn’t a ‘once a night is enough’ man as she was right then.

  Her body was trembling with need. Nothing got her hot like pleasing Nick. She stayed on her knees and let the water run over her. While catching her breath, she realized Nick hadn’t given her any directions or words of encouragement. He normally told her to swallow every drop and lick him clean. She liked him demanding and rough. What the hell was going on?

  “Come here, you crazy woman.” Nick had
his hands back under her arms. This time she followed his lead and snuggled against his chest as he hugged her tight. “What am I going to do with you?”

  “I hope you think of something quick, I’m a little needy here, Master.” Again, she felt him flinch as if she’d struck him. “What is it, Nick? Please tell me what’s wrong.”

  Nick turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. He reached for a towel and held it open for her to step into it. Gently, he dried her off then turned the towel on himself.

  Refusing to cut him a break, she walked naked into the powder room and began applying lotion to her legs and breasts. She took her time making sure he had an eyeful. When she was finished she leaned with her back against the vanity, her hands resting lightly along the countertop. “A wise man once told me, if this was going to work between us, we had to be completely honest with each other. So unless you want to give up on us, you need to start talking.”

  Nick’s eyes dropped to the floor as he turned and threw the towel into the hamper. “Laura, I don’t deserve your submission. I failed you. My job was to protect you and I didn’t. I let that filthy rapist drug and abuse you.”

  “Nick, you can’t be serious. You feel guilty because of Simson?” Of course, he did. She should have known he’d take responsibility for this. He’d apologized to her any number of times. “If you have to blame someone, blame me. I’m the one who pursued him and screwed up the investigation you and AJ had started. I’m the one who let him know we were on to him and gave him the opportunity to further victimize those poor women to the point they were too afraid to testify against him. You didn’t do anything wrong. But, if you let him come between us and ruin what we have together, then you will have failed us both.”

  Laura was pissed off now. She’d been handed her fantasy on a platter and she refused to let that be taken from her. Yes, she’d struggled with making the commitment to wear Nick’s collar. She hadn’t been sure what exactly he expected from her and she worried she would fail him. Now she knew in her heart, this was the path they needed to take and she’d be damned if Simson would steal it from her.