The Silken Edge (Silken Edge 1)

by Paige, Laci

  “Okay, Sir.”

  He swatted her butt with it a few times gently. Somehow it was too soft. She wiggled her hips wanting more. The touches on her skin came harder but still didn’t hurt like she thought it would. A few thuds on each cheek, and one in the center of her sex caused the over sensitized feelings to ripple through her body. Jonathan continued his rhythm until she whined in bliss.

  On her other side, the bed sank down under someone’s weight. She saw the blindfold at the same time it went over her eyes and the world went dark. Two sets of hands lifted and placed her on her back in the bed.

  She felt the flogger tendrils gliding softly all over her body. A cold chill ran through her and she involuntarily shuddered. She didn’t know who was touching her, and she didn’t care. Her body started to feel things. Good things. Her heart pounded in excitement, her stomach fluttered, and her pussy throbbed in anticipation.

  Someone reached down and pinched her nipples hard through her bra. She didn’t move or breathe. Her nub responded instead, silently begging for attention.

  “Color?” Master Jonathan asked. “I can’t tell what you are thinking. If you like this, your body isn’t telling and I’m hearing nothing from you. You can moan, in fact, it’s encouraged, but no talking unless spoken too.”

  “Yes, Sir. I’m at green. It feels good, and I’d like more, please.”

  He chuckled as did Master Jay. “Very well.”

  The flogger focused on her breasts, first moving slowly and sensually over the thin fabric of her bra. Her nipples hardened after a few passes, and they became even more sensitive. She whimpered.

  “That’s it, little one.” Master Jay encouraged.

  If he liked to hear her, she would do it for him. She was at his mercy, whatever he wanted she would give.

  The flogger lifted and slapped down on her chest, putting a little bite on her hardened peaks and the mounds spilling from her bra. She moaned louder and the flogger came down harder and harder, and then stopped.

  “Green.” She whispered into the silent air.

  The flogger traveled up and down her body in small quick soft swats. Finally it landed on her sheer panties and stroked over and over on her neatly manicured mound. The flogger lifted again and slapped down on her pussy and her nub responded with a jolt of pleasure shooting through.

  She let out a rasping groan. The scent of her arousal filled the air, and she felt like she should be embarrassed, but her body wouldn’t allow it. It craved more.

  She wanted to press her legs together to put pressure on her nub, but the bar prevented it. That somehow turned her on more, and her clit throbbed like never before. She wanted to cry from the extreme jolt of need she experienced.

  “You like that,” Master Jonathan stated. “I can tell.”

  As he continued to flog her pussy, Master Jay’s hands rubbed silky fabric over the swells of her breasts. The fabric then followed her body down her to stomach and along her legs. She let loose, moaning freely, allowing the emotions and the sensations envelop her. The silk continued to travel as the flogger danced all over her body.

  The two at the same time pushed her over the edge and she came, and screamed, “Yes, Sir. Oh God, yes, Sirs.”

  “So beautiful,” Master Jonathan whispered hot in her ear.

  Chapter Nine

  That night Jake went out with some friends to avoid seeing Kristy at the Gym. It was her night to work out, and he left her with Roy again. He felt guilty but couldn’t be so near to her. Not yet. Unable to handle his emotions or physical needs around her could prove to be the end of a friendship.

  At the bar he looked up at nothing in particular but was thrown off when he spotted Kristy with Jonathan and Stan. That could only mean one thing. Shit.

  She didn’t belong to him, but he didn’t like the idea of her being with someone else, and that’s exactly why he knew she needed to be. No matter what though, he planned to be there when it happened.

  He had his long-time friend Jonathan begin the session for him, but when he entered the room and saw her with the spreader bar being attached he almost exploded in his pants. He didn’t bother to change from his street clothes. No hood. He couldn’t let her see him, when the opportunity came up, he’d be blindfolding her. He avoided her eyes and knew she wouldn’t look up, at least he hoped she wouldn’t.

  He sat and watched as Jonathan worked on her. Jealousy swam up around him, but he couldn’t let it show. When Jonathan was about to leave, Jake wouldn’t allow it. He didn’t want to be alone with her.

  He told Jonathan to stay, and motioned for him to carry on. Jake only watched, except to rub the silk fabric on her that she enjoyed during their last encounter. Seeing her come undone at the ministrations of the two of them, he knew it would be branded in his memory for life. It was the hottest thing he’d ever seen.

  When the session ended, they set her body free from the cuffs and she relaxed. Not a moment later she started shivering. Both men moved to care for her.

  Leaving the blindfold on, they sandwiched her in between them on the bed under a blanket. She shuddered despite their body heat surrounding her. After a while she finally warmed and fell asleep. That’s when Jake found it the perfect time to leave.

  “I have to go,” he said to Jonathan in a hushed tone. “I’ll be upstairs.”

  “I understand. See you soon.”

  Jake put a hand on the doorknob to leave and took one last look at her.

  Jonathan looked at him as if he wanted to speak, but his friend kept his mouth closed.

  “Thank you,” Jake said, and left the room.

  ***

  Jake kicked back two beers before Jonathan and Kristy appeared. Jonathan left her off at the bar with Stan, everyone’s favorite bartender, who gave her a glass of white wine and a bowl of snacks along with his best and brightest smile.

  Jake watched her, unable to look away. She was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen, and so responsive. But he wouldn’t think that now. He couldn’t, or he’d have himself a problem.

  “I’ve never seen you this way, man, and I don’t know what to make of it." Jonathan stood beside him. "This one has you under her spell doesn’t she?”

  Jake said nothing. He continued to watch her as she flipped her long hair over her shoulder.

  “It’s easy to see, really. She is not the usual that comes in here. That alone is an attractive idea. At first I found her to be cute, but after seeing her submissive side, I see her beauty. So I get it. I understand.”

  Jake nodded in agreement. She was beautiful, and he was screwed. “You know that’s Kristy, right?”

  Jonathan looked at him with wide eyes. “No, way. The Kristy? The one you’ve talked about forever from the gym? No, I didn’t. I’m sorry. Had I known…I wouldn’t have taken her on tonight. I knew she requested you, and obviously has a thing for you, but—“

  “If you ever came to my gym, you’d know who she was, but don’t worry about it. She needed to experience someone else.” He shrugged. “I’m not good enough for someone like her.”

  What the hell am I thinking? I shouldn’t have been at their session, but she wouldn’t have gone if I wasn’t there. She doesn’t know any better. There are other Dom’s out there and she needs to try them out if she’s looking for a long-term commitment. He sighed. Commitment wasn’t something he could do.

  “Man, don’t say that. You still don’t think very much of yourself, do you? High school is long past. You are a different person. Not the skinny, scrawny boy anymore.”

  Both men looked at her as she snaked her way through hordes of people at the same time she tried not to spill her drink. There was an unusual amount of people who came out to hear the band that was in the midst of setting up. When she found Jonathan and Jake, she froze. Her eyes went between the men and she looked like a scared little fawn.

  Jonathan looked at Jake then headed over to greet her. He said something in her ear and she slowly moved forward toward the table.

/>   “Hey, Kristy, I’d like you to meet my friend Jake. Jake, this is Kristy.”

  Jake smiled and shook her hand for whatever reason, and she shook his back. “We know each other, Jonathan. She’s a member at my gym, and my new tenant.”

  “Tenant?” His voice raised and octave.

  “She’s renting the apartment across from mine.”

  “Oh.” That little word, and the surprised look on his face said it all; Jonathan was on board with how crazy all of this was.

  “So Kristy, are you staying for the band?” Jonathan asked.

  “I think I’ll have one more drink and head home.” She held up her glass and took a sip.

  “No, you won’t,” Jake said.

  Kristy’s head snapped in his direction. “What did you say?” She put down her drink and narrowed her eyes.

  “You will not drive after you’ve been drinking! Sorry. You work hard to stay in shape. What good is that if you’re dead from drinking and driving?” Kristy’s disregard for her own safety made him angry.

  “I’ll be fine. You’re not the boss of me.” She snatched up her drink and guzzled it down.

  “Not like I’d be going out of my way to take you home, or anything,” he shot back.

  She wasn’t being submissive to him now, and by the grin plastered on Jonathan's face, Jake knew that's what his friend was thinking. He shot Jonathan a look.

  Jake turned his attention back to Kristy. “I’m sorry. I’m tired or something. Let me give you a ride home. Please?” He reached out and touched the back of her hand.

  She glanced around the room and didn’t appear to be looking at anything in particular. Keeping her gaze away from him, she said, “Fine, but you need to bring me back tomorrow to pick up my car.”

  “I’ll let the bartender know you’ll be leaving it behind.”

  “Thank you.”

  ***

  She was thankful Jake insisted on driving her home. The drinks had more of an effect on her than she wanted to admit. Walking up the stairs, her foot didn’t quite clear one of the risers, and her toe caught on the edge. She stumbled and started to fall forward. She screeched, but there was no need, Jake's strong arms wrapped securely around her pulling her back firmly against his chest.

  “Careful, little one,” he said, and froze. The second his pet name for her slipped from his lips, her world shifted on its axis.

  Master Jay? Kristy didn’t move or say a thing for a long moment before she turned to look at him. She looked at his lips. They looked familiar, but the eyes, the eyes would surely tell her. She blinked and looked up quickly. Yes, up close she could tell those were the coppery brown eyes she saw staring at her from the black hooded mask at the club. Her mouth dropped open and her heart thumped against her chest.

  She ran the rest of the way up the stairs. Reaching her door, she fumbled with the keys. She heard him approach from behind, and she dropped her key ring.

  “Let me get the door for you,” he said.

  “No, get away from me!” Overcome with embarrassment and anger, she fought back tears. She needed to be alone.

  Jake picked up her key, unlocked her door for her, then left without saying a word.

  Inside, Kristy sunk to the floor and cried. The combination of her letdown after a good night ruined, combined with the alcohol, and the fact that the man across the hall, who she thought was a friend, lied to her. Well, he hadn’t told her the truth which was the same difference in her mind.

  “That miserable fuck!”

  ***

  Morning came all too soon with the memory of last night screaming in her head along with a hangover. Great. Had she really drunk that much? Apparently so.

  She needed to text Sherry to ask her for a ride to her car. Grabbing for her cell, she heard a knock at the door. She tiptoed toward it and listened. At first she heard nothing.

  “Kristy, if you can hear me, we need to talk." Jake's voice. "I’ll be back in half hour to drive you to your car. We’ll discuss things then.” His voice boomed through the wooden door.

  She paused for a moment on her text. Did she really want to text her friend who obviously lied to her, too? It all made sense now. The peculiar looks Sherry and Jake exchanged, the chummy relationship they had that seemed more than a gym acquaintance, and the things they’d say to each other that seemed odd to Kristy. How blind could she be? Slapping her hand against her forehead, she winced as it throbbed from the consequence of drinking the night before.

  Footsteps trailed away from her door.

  “I’m such an idiot to have fallen for everyone’s lies.” She didn’t know who else to call so she called Steven.

  He came right over. As soon as she opened the door, she threw herself at him and began sobbing. He grabbed her and held her tight. “Honey, what’s wrong?” He rubbed her back.

  She tried to speak but it came out all blubbery. Steven walked her to the couch, pulled her on his lap and cradled her. Playing with her hair, he let her calm down. He began trailing his fingers along her face and down her neck, but she straightened and crawled off his lap to sit next to him. She didn’t want to be touched that way, not when she was upset over another man, and besides he was with Mona.

  “I seem to have surrounded myself with liars. I feel a little betrayed by some friends. I’ll get over it. I didn’t know who to call, and I need a ride to get my car. I left it at the bar last night. Too much to drink, which probably is another reason for my emotions being out of whack.”

  “Not a problem, should we go now? Unless you want to tell me about the lies, but something in your eyes tells me that you’d rather not discuss it.” He eyed her and waited.

  She nodded. “Let’s just get the car.”

  Leaving the apartment they ran into Jake. Kristy flinched at the sight of him. Jake said nothing but looked between her and Steven, then entered his own place.

  Steven looked Kristy over, and shook his head.

  ***

  When Kristy called, Steven dropped everything. Her voice sounded all wrong. Something wasn’t right. He told Mona he needed to go to her. Mona didn’t argue, but didn’t look pleased either. He jumped up out of their breakfast in bed to rush off to his ex. He could understand her disappointment, but Kristy was still a friend and he cared so he would just have to deal with Mona later.

  When he finally saw her, his heart dropped. Her face was splotchy and her eyes were full of tears. He held her and tried to talk to her, but it was no use. He knew she wasn’t going to share. All he knew is she felt betrayed by her friends.

  As they headed out to get her car, he saw Jake and his reaction. Apparently something went down with Jake because Kristy froze at the sight of him and the silence in the hall was uncomfortable.

  When they made their way outside, he just had to know. “Kristy, was it Jake? Did he do something to you?” His stomach flipped at the pain that filled her gaze.

  “No, Steven nothing like that. We just had some words. It will blow over.” She rubbed at her temples.

  “You sure? Because you can come stay with me in the guest room if need be. Mona won’t mind.” He helped her into the car.

  “I’m sure.”

  Steven walked around the car and slid in the driver’s seat. “All right, but if you change your mind just come over.” He reached across and touched her arm, and Kristy gave him a reassuring squeeze.

  The rest of the drive was quiet. When they got to her car, he helped her in and buckled her up. “You drive safe, okay? And call if you need anything else.”

  “Thank you, Steven.”

  “You’re welcome, and I mean it.” He leaned in and pressed a kiss to her forehead.

  He watched her drive off until he couldn’t see her anymore. Kicking some rocks on the ground, he finally got in his car to head back home to do damage repair with Mona.

  Chapter Ten

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Jake sunk in his couch and dropped his head into his hands. He really liked Kristy and was foolish enou
gh to let his feelings for her cloud his judgment. He should have walked away the first night at the club, should never have taken her into Room Ten, and should never ever have offered her an apartment across the hall from his. He was certain she’d be moving out, and probably be canceling her gym membership. She would vanish from his life forever. The thought tore him apart, and his heart ached like never before. “What the hell did I do?”

  After sitting in misery for hours, he got up. Feeling restless, he dressed in gym clothes and decided to use his personal gym rather than go downstairs. He opened his apartment door slowly in case she was there in the hallway. She wasn’t, no noise filtered out of her apartment, and no light streamed from underneath her door. It was late, she probably went to sleep.

  Jake pulled a key from his shorts and unlocked the new lock on his personal gym. Once inside, he kicked the door closed and turned on the lights. He looked around his room at the special order gym equipment housing cuffs and chains. His two favorite past times rolled into one—a gym of pleasure and pain. He thought about how he never shared this special place with anyone, and loneliness gnawed at him.

  He dropped his head with a sigh. His plan was to wait and tell her that he was a Dom, but only when the time was right. It shouldn’t have happened the way it did. “Fuck it, fuck this, and fuck her.” He closed his eyes and moaned. “God, I’d like to fuck her, and fuck her hard.” He snatched his iPod off a shelf and shoved the ear buds in. He cranked the music loud, walked over to the mirrored wall, and grabbed a set of hand weights. Closing his eyes he began his repetitions in sync to the music.

  When he opened his eyes, the mirror reflected someone behind him. He gasped. The door must not have closed behind him.

  Standing just inside the door was Kristy, wide eyed and looking around the room.