Little Rainbows

by Helena Stone

  Jason stopped walking and stood in front of Souris, staring at her. You could have heard a pin drop in the room. He didn’t even have to raise his voice when he spoke.

  “You want this, sub?” He raised his hand, putting the whip right in front of the girl’s eyes.

  “Yes please, Master Jay.” The answer was breathless and soft.

  “Do you deserve it?”

  “That’s for you to decide, Master.”

  “Yes.” He smirked. “I decide if you deserve it. How much of it you deserve and how hard I’ll be hitting you. And why is it my decision?”

  “Because you’re the Master.”

  He stepped around her and paced the distance before turning and facing her naked, unmarked, back. “Because I’m the Master.”

  He took a moment. It never hurt to allow a build-up of anticipation in both the sub and the audience. Both reacted so much better once they were on edge. He found Heather in the audience and stiffened. He didn’t like Rogan’s presence just behind Heather. Was the man trying his luck one last time? He wanted to stalk over and pull her away. He looked again. Rogan’s presence didn’t appear to bother her. Her focus was on him and Souris.

  He couldn’t afford to get distracted. It was too easy to do real damage with this whip. His focus returned to the girl waiting for his attention and he flicked his wrist. The whip sang and snapped but didn’t touch any flesh. Not yet. Lack of contact didn’t stop the girl from moaning though.

  He walked back to Souris and stopped right behind her, pulling her head back by her hair. “Thirty strikes and you’re counting them for me.” A sharp intake of breath was his reward. “If you’re very good, I may allow you to come before we’re done here.”

  Back in position, he lifted his arm and went to work. He found his rhythm immediately, as if it hadn’t been months since he’d last whipped a sub, almost as long since his last exhibition. He couldn’t believe he’d ever thought he could live without this. Having Heather on the receiving end of his whip would have been even better but he could wait. One day it would be Heather. After tonight he wouldn’t be doing scenes with anybody other than the woman he loved. The woman who’d given him back everything he’d thought lost for good.

  “Fifteen.” The girl moaned the numbers exactly as he wanted her to. He looked at her beautiful, no longer unmarked, back and buttocks. Bright red stripes flared across her skin, one or two welts were starting to rise. He walked back to her and stroked her whipped skin.

  “Halfway there, sub. How’re you doing?”

  “Good, Sir.”

  He slipped his hands between her legs and found her wet and open. “Very good indeed. Get ready to start counting again.”

  The whip felt like an extension of his arm, the movements natural. Her screams and moans made him hard. The thought of Heather watching him drove his need even higher.

  “Twenty-eight. Twenty-nine.”

  He lowered the whip again.

  “The last one, sub. You’re doing well. Good enough, maybe, for an orgasm.”

  Souris’ moan was drowned out by the gasp from the audience. He smiled. After all, he was an expert.

  He pulled his arm back and threw one last, underhanded, lash at the sub. The tail of the whip flew low over the ground, between her legs and made contact with her pussy. He couldn’t see it but he knew he’d hit her right on her clit. The girl’s cries turned into moans as he stepped close and stroked her tortured clit. It took no time at all. He made contact and the girl tensed and came, shaking in her bindings, almost crying in relief.

  He dropped his whip and gestured to his assistants before wrapping his arms around the girl and holding her while the two men released her legs. As soon as her hands were freed, Souris collapsed against his chest.

  “Thank you, Sir.” The words were whispered and welcome. He was back.

  “Take good care of her.” Jason allowed one of the assistants to lift her up and carry her away. “She’s earned it.”

  As soon as he was sure Souris’ aftercare was being applied according to his instructions, he sought Heather in the crowd. She’d turned around and was talking to Rogan and some other men. He wished he could see her face. Was she all right? If Rogan turned out to be pressuring her again, he’d kick the man out. If that meant he’d destroy all the goodwill this weekend had created for The Blowhole, so be it. Words began to reach his ears as he got closer.

  “I’m glad you enjoyed it.”

  Heather sounded happy. “Master Jay is rather magnificent with his whip, isn’t he?”

  His heart swelled when he recognized the pride in her voice. Master Jay. The words took on a whole new meaning in her mouth and made blood rush to his already hard cock.

  “I’m surprised you weren’t involved in the scene, Heather.”

  Rogan’s voice didn’t sound hostile, but his words made Jason angry regardless. He opened his mouth to put the Dom straight, but Heather beat him to it.

  “Not that it’s any of your business, Rogan.” Heather’s voice had taken on a steely tone. “But we always intended to offer our guests the best of everything this weekend. I’ve been out of circulation for too long to participate in anything that extreme right now. Who knows, maybe if you come back in the future, you might find me on the receiving end of that whip.”

  Images formed in Jason’s mind as soon as he heard Heather’s words. He could see it. Heather bound and helpless, while he marked her back and buttocks.

  Jason took the last few steps and stopped behind Heather. “We would be delighted to have you visit us again.”

  He looked Rogan straight in the eye, searching for malice.

  “Oh, I will. In fact I plan on booking a weekend before leaving today.” One of the other Dublin Doms jumped in. “You’ve got a spectacular place here. My girl is going to be very happy if I bring her back here. She hasn’t stopped singing The Blowhole’s praises.”

  “Thank you.” Jason gave the man a quick smile before returning his attention to Rogan. The man was staring back at him and appeared to be making up his mind about something. Maybe he imagined it, but Jason thought he saw Rogan’s shoulders relax.

  “He’s right. You’ve created something special here.” Reluctance was audible in Rogan’s voice. “I may come back. I don’t know yet. I’ve not quite figured out what your presence in Ireland means for the rest of us.”

  Rogan hadn’t said the words, but Jason could hear them. He’d meant for me.

  Jason thought for a moment. He didn’t want to be this man’s enemy. He was fairly sure the man’s opinion about him or his resort wouldn’t deter other people from coming, but he didn’t like the idea of animosity in what was a small and usually close-knit community.

  “Why does it have to mean anything?” Jason waited, but Rogan didn’t reply. “All I want is to run my club and offer a safe environment to those who want to play their sexual games. Nothing more and nothing less. I’m not looking to expand or branch out.” Jason looked around for a moment and returned his gaze to Rogan. “What you see is what you get. That goes for me and for my resort. It doesn’t affect you in anyway, except that it gives you another place to play.”

  Rogan nodded and turned his head to look at Heather. He kept his gaze fixed on her while he spoke.

  “Fair enough. I don’t need or want to fight with you. It may not be in the immediate future, but yes, I can see myself coming back too.” Rogan continued to stare at Heather for a few long seconds, before turning to Jason. “Thank you for this weekend. It’s been an experience. I’d better round up my sub and hit the road. It’s a long, long way to Dublin.”

  For the first time since the festivities had started, Jason saw a genuine smile on Rogan’s face. He got it now. The man’s worry about what he saw as his elevated position and what difference Jason’s presence might make, wasn’t the real issue. Rogan really was interested in Heather—not as a trophy and not because he felt entitled to her. He wanted her for the same reason Jason wanted her, becaus
e she’d awakened feelings in them. This gracious admission of defeat probably hurt Rogan more than he’d ever admit. Jason wasn’t about to rub it in.

  “Thanks.” Jason held out his hand and was grateful when Rogan took and shook it. “I’m looking forward to your future visit. We’ll make it something special.”

  Jason waited until Rogan had disappeared from view before pulling Heather close for a long kiss. He poured all the heat from the scene as well as the relief he felt now that the weekend had ended on a high note, into the woman in his arms. “Want you.”

  He felt her need, could smell it. Her whispered “yes” brought him to full arousal.

  Epilogue

  “What do you need, sub?”

  The voice sent shivers down her spine. Six months after she’d decided to stay, his voice was still all she needed to melt. He would use his special, deeper tone and her mind started to float. Even now, in this setting, she could feel it. Everybody was here. Jason had closed The Blowhole for the weekend so he could claim her in front of all these people who had turned into so much more than ‘just’ staff.

  Her nipples tightened, her pussy contracted and her breathing got heavier. She knew her voice would give her away and was proud of it.

  “You, Sir. All of you. Always.”

  Yes, always. Whatever doubts she might have had last summer, were gone now. She knew she’d found her place. She was sure she belonged here, with Jason, at his feet when he ordered her there, shoulder to shoulder as they managed The Blowhole.

  “And what do you offer in return?”

  She was sure nobody else had noticed it, but she had. His voice wasn’t as stern and controlled as he would like it to be. For once he wasn’t in complete control of his inner Dom. Joy filled her. The effect she had on this man would never cease to amaze her.

  “All of me, Sir. Today, tomorrow and forever. My love, my devotion, my submission, my body, my mind, my heart and my soul.”

  It was harder than usual to keep her gaze lowered. She wanted to look at him. Search his eyes to see if the emotions rushing through her were mirrored there. She needed to know what he thought of her outfit. She’d hesitated before settling on the white corset-dress. Was white too much? Would he understand what her choice meant?

  “Do you accept mine in return? My love, my devotion, my dominance, my body, my mind, my heart and my soul? Today, tomorrow and forever?”

  God, yes. She still couldn’t understand how she’d gotten this lucky. To find a perfect partner once was special. To find one again was more than she’d believed possible. There’d been no second thoughts. Of course they’d had their moments but she’d never considered leaving. The house in Dublin was up for sale. And, much to her surprise, she didn’t mind. She’d been happy there with Darren but that part of her life was over and she didn’t need the house to hang on to her memories. They were safe in a secure part of her heart, where they’d live forever, while Jason and she created new ones of their own.

  “I do, Sir. And I’ll treasure them as I treasure you.”

  She heard him approach and resisted the temptation to look. She wanted this moment to be perfect. His shoes entered her field of vision, his lower legs in leather trousers. Her Dom stopped in front of her. His hand was on her head, stroking her hair.

  “Look at me, Heather.”

  The love glowing in his eyes still took her by surprise. He’d been quick to recognize his feelings for her. It had taken her longer. She couldn’t remember the exact moment she’d admitted she loved him too. Maybe the feeling had been there from the start, just as it had been for Jason. It made sense she’d needed more time to accept the feeling. There’d been a few weeks when she’d worried her feelings for him might be less strong than his for her. Jason had laughed when she’d shared her fear. “I love enough for both of us,” he’d told her. “I know you’re mine, even if you’re not sure yet. Your eyes and your body don’t lie.”

  His eyes didn’t lie either. She could lose herself in them.

  “Are you ready to accept my collar?”

  She hadn’t expected to hear nerves in his voice. Did he think she’d change her mind? Now?

  “I am, Sir. I’m ready to accept your collar. I want to be yours.”

  “Look.”

  The sight took her breath away. Tears sprang into her eyes. She looked from the collar to his eyes and back again. She’d never seen a collar like this. It appeared to be made of something like chain mail and… She couldn’t believe her eyes. Every chain had a colored bead inserted.

  “You got me a rainbow.”

  He twisted the collar, revealing the little golden ring attached to it.

  “My wedding ring?”

  Tears were streaming down her face. If she’d had any doubts about this decision, they would have disappeared now. This man knew her so well. He got how she worked, knew her love for Darren took nothing away from her feelings for him. He’d accepted and wanted all of her, past, present and future. And they were his. She was his. She’d spend the rest of her life next to him and be grateful for the precious gift he was. Every single moment.

  Her tears worried him until he saw her smile. She was fine. They were good. He’d made the right decision. He still couldn’t believe his luck. He’d known they were good together from the moment she’d decided to stay. Just as he’d been sure she wouldn’t leave him any time soon. But he hadn’t known if she’d ever be ready to commit again. She’d done it once and losing her man had nearly broken her. He wouldn’t have blamed her if she’d refused to take the risk again and. Yet here she was, dedicating herself to him and accepting him in return. He was the luckiest man in the world.

  “Yes. Your wedding ring. I hope you don’t mind.”

  It had been a risk, taking the ring from her jewelry box. She hadn’t put it back on her finger after that weekend. For a while she’d worn it on a chain around her neck then it had disappeared completely. He’d never asked about it and she’d never told him why she’d made the decision. The ring hadn’t bothered him. He’d no problem with her past. He was sure he would have liked her Darren if he’d ever met him and felt nothing but gratitude for the man who’d seen and developed in Heather that which he’d been too blind to recognize when he was younger. Whatever way he looked at it, the conclusion was always the same. If it hadn’t been for Darren, she would never have ended up here with him.

  “No, I don’t mind at all.”

  Tears were still glistening in her eyes.

  “But, are you sure you want a constant reminder of my past attached to the collar you’ve picked for me?”

  He smiled. They were breaking protocol now. They’d planned the whole scene. Like a wedding ceremony but different. Of course she hadn’t known about his ideas for her collar. Just as he had been kept in the dark about her outfit. He couldn’t believe their ideas had been this similar. The ring, even if it wasn’t his, and her white dress. This might not be an official marriage, but it was as close as they’d get without the paperwork.

  “Heather, the past made you who you are. If it wasn’t for your past, we wouldn’t be here together. I want all of you and that includes the past.”

  He bent his knees and got down, bringing his face close to hers. This was just for them.

  “I know you love Darren, that you’ll always love Darren. I also know you love me and hope you will love me for the rest of our lives. Your love isn’t fickle. It is a gift you give forever. I want your gift. I’m proud you think I’m worthy of it and can only hope I won’t betray your trust.”

  “Sir. Jason, I have no doubts. My love is yours to keep. Your love is more than I expected to find. You are my rainbow. I’ll be proud to wear yours.”

  Something slotted into place when he put the collar around her neck. When the little lock clicked shut, he knew more than just a collar had been secured. This was the woman who’d shown him who he truly was, and now she would be around to remind him every single day of his life. At last, at the age of forty-thre
e, he’d arrived where he was supposed to be, living the life he was supposed to live with the woman who was supposed to be his.

  Taking her hand, he helped her up and captured her mouth for a long and deep kiss. He laughed at the excited yelp when he gave her arse a firm smack. Looking around at his friends, employees and colleagues he couldn’t suppress his triumphant grin.

  “Let the party begin.”

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  Excerpt

  Chapter One

  The long, sweeping drive leading up to the enormous house was impressive, and Frankie silently—and grudgingly—admitted to herself that Morgan Manor was stunning. The extensive grounds were laid with lush green lawns, and age-old oaks proudly lined the gravel drive.

  As the car crunched closer toward the house, she stared in awe at the imposing mansion looming in front of them. She wasn’t an expert, but she guessed it must be at least four or five hundred years old, maybe more, and would probably have been a significant stately home at one time. Large leaded windows, encased in thick, stone arched frames, glistened in the late afternoon sunshine and little ornate gargoyles grinned cheekily down at them from lichen-stained buttresses.

  She glanced quickly across at Jake as she climbed out of the car and was slightly unnerved by the solemn expression on his face. He was normally quite easy to read but now she had no idea what was on his mind. His silence added to the subdued sounds of the countryside, with only a few birds letting her know that she hadn’t lost the use of her ears.