Waiting on Tuesday

by Bella Settarra

  “Your color, Tuesday. I asked for your color, little one.” Master Dan’s gentle voice wafted into her mind, pulling her back toward reality.

  She slowly opened her eyes and was shocked at how blurry everything was. She had been crying.

  “Come on, that’s enough for tonight.” His deep, calm voice washed over her as his large hands unfastened her from the cross and he carefully lifted her down.

  She felt a burn in her stomach; she wasn’t ready to face reality again just yet.

  “Master Dan, I need… I want…” she whispered, staring into his deep blue eyes.

  He looked at her a little surprised, raising one eyebrow in question.

  “Little one, I don’t think you’re in any fit state to…”

  “Please, Master Dan. Please, I need this. I need you,” she pleaded.

  Dan stopped on his way to the sofas. “Tuesday, do you want to talk?”

  She shook her head. Talking was the last thing she wanted to do.

  He hesitated.

  “Please, Master Dan. I really want to.”

  “We’ll take it slowly,” he said as he turned and carried her down the hall and past the playrooms.

  He found a bedroom and took her in. It was warm, dimly lit, and smelled of sandalwood. She felt the soft bed beneath her as he gently laid her down, and felt bereft the second his arms let her go. She reached up for him, desperate to feel his skin against hers again.

  “I hope you’re not thinking of topping from the bottom,” he warned.

  Quickly she withdrew her hand from his shoulder, terrified he would change his mind. He didn’t. She watched him slowly remove his shirt, his bare chest heaving as his arms rippled. He was looking at her the whole time, studying her reaction. Tuesday knew he wouldn’t take advantage of a sub, even one as desperate as she. She bit her lip as she felt a gush from her pussy. As his pants fell to the floor his erection was evident through his black Calvin Klein’s. She licked her lips as he removed them, staring at him as he bent over her.

  “Your turn.”

  His big hands were gentle as he reached down and removed her skimpy top. Her breasts flopped free, nipples tight. She trembled with anticipation. He didn’t disappoint. His confident fingers slipped her tiny skirt down her legs, before he ran a warm hand over her soaking mound. With a grin he pulled off her sodden panties, and she gasped as the air touched her over-sensitized skin.

  She looked up at his shining, blue eyes, feeling her heart thump heavily as she panted for breath. Pleading silently, she willed him to take her. His hand stroked her pussy as his mouth smothered hers, and the bed dipped as he elegantly climbed over her. She gasped as his long fingers slipped into her, and her stomach burned with excitement.

  “You’re ready for me, little one,” he murmured.

  “Yes.”

  Tuesday knew he would only do this if he was sure it was what she wanted. He had taken her before, once with Master Nathan, and once on his own. She knew he was a generous lover, and that was what she needed right now. She needed him.

  His engorged, sheathed cock nudged gently at her dripping entrance before plunging deep into her. She was conscious of him continually watching her expression, and she gasped as his massive member stretched her deliciously. After giving them both a minute to adjust, he began pumping, gently at first, and then harder.

  Tuesday gazed up at the gorgeous hunk, marveling at his ability to take her so fully, while keeping his weight off of her. His muscles rippled and his eyes shone as he heaved his massive cock in and out, his breathing becoming more rapid and beads of sweat rolling down his chest. She closed her eyes briefly, exalting in the feeling of utter abandon. The fire inside her roared and her pussy clenched. She was floating on air, soaring higher and higher with every thrust.

  “Look at me, little one.” His voice was gentle in its command.

  Her eyes sprang open and she stared into his beautiful face. His expression took her breath away. He was excited, as desperate as she was for their inevitable release.

  “Tell me when,” he murmured.

  The realization of what he meant ratcheted her feelings up the final notch.

  “Now, now, Master Dan!”

  She felt her orgasm gush through her like a waterfall, soaring to the moon before exploding as a million stars danced in front of her eyes. She heard his roar as he released his load at the same time, and in that instant she hated the small film of rubber which denied her his seed. Again and again she came, his moans egging her on as he continued to plough into her eager body, fulfilling her aching need.

  Eventually she felt his cock soften inside her and she slowly began her descent back to earth. He moved to her side, and she snuggled into his touch. Every inch of her body needed to be in contact with his. She wanted to be inside his skin. He held her tightly as they both heaved for the same air.

  Tuesday felt herself sinking as the euphoria gradually left her and the real world beckoned her once again. For a few minutes she just lay in his warm arms, slowly taking it all in. She recalled that she was here, in the dungeon of Collar and Cuffs, her favorite place in the whole world. Dan was whispering quietly to her, urging her to close her eyes. She felt her lids become heavy and momentarily shut them, feeling drowsy and relaxed. Like a knife cutting into her, realization suddenly took its grip and she sat up, wide-eyed.

  “Shh, it’s all right, little one. Just relax. Everything’s all right.” Dan was trying to pull her back into his embrace, but she knew better than to let him.

  “No, really, I’m fine now. I have to be getting back. Thanks all the same.”

  He frowned at her as she pushed him away and leaped to her feet, yanking on her clothes as she went. She literally ran out of the dungeon and into the elevator. She had left her things in the changing room by the restaurant, not the one down here. As she pressed the button for the upper floor, she saw Dan rushing toward her in just his trousers. Luckily the doors closed in time, and she heaved a sigh of relief as she made her way up without him.

  She knew there was a good chance he would be waiting for her in the ground floor reception area once she was ready to go home, but was glad that at least she had had time to gather her thoughts and compose herself before she saw him again.

  When she came back, she saw he’d pinned himself to the front entrance. Smart. “Tuesday, we need to talk.” His authoritative tone made her clench her pussy with excitement, but she didn’t have time to savor the moment right now. It was a pity. Even fully dressed he looked as delectable as ever.

  “I’m sorry, sir. I have to catch my bus.” She tried to barge past him, but he grabbed her arms firmly.

  “Why won’t you speak to me?”

  She stared into his gorgeous face. His big blue eyes were pleading with her, his beautiful blond hair shining in the fluorescent lighting of the reception area. She felt a jolt inside of her. He would be so easy to talk to. He might even make her forget, just for a while. He had just cleansed her mind; perhaps he could cleanse her soul too.

  But at what cost? What could she give him in return? Her misery, her suffering? Her past was a torrid mixture of pain and fear, her present made up of anguish and heartache, and her future… what future? No. She had nothing to offer him or anyone else. She shook her head.

  “Let me drive you home.” He looked sad, troubled.

  “No, thank you. I really have to go.” She broke free from his grip, and he let her leave. She knew he didn’t want to. But he was a Dom. He knew when no meant no.

  The cold night enveloped her, and she took a deep breath, welcoming its sharp chill. She had changed into her jeans and sneakers for the journey home, and quickly made her way around the corner to the bus stop.

  While she waited the ten minutes or so for the bus, she felt that she was being watched. Not in a sinister way. More, being watched over. Looked out for. She smiled to herself, guessing Master Dan wouldn’t be far away. Such a kind man and a good friend. He had given her what she asked f
or, and she felt guilty that she couldn’t do the same for him. She could never allow anyone in on her secrets though. Secrets that were a part of her life in a way, sadly, Dan would never be.

  CHAPTER TWO

  Dan Parker watched the little sub climb onto the night bus and disappear from sight. He sighed before turning back to the club to fetch his things. He had already changed, but somehow didn’t feel like going home right now. He needed time to wind down even if she didn’t. Well, thought she didn’t, at least. He knew she wasn’t as collected as she was pretending. Tuesday O’Leary was hard to make out sometimes, and tonight was definitely one of those times.

  He went through to the restaurant bar. A few members of staff had gathered there for a nightcap, and he smiled as he ordered a whiskey.

  “Long night?” Dominic asked as he climbed onto a stool next to the Maitre d’.

  Dan sighed. “Yep. Roland Dexter’s given me the unenviable job of dreaming up new ways to get more members in. I’ve already got more newbies coming this week—he’s seen to most of them himself, but I’m gonna be up to my eyes vetting them all, especially as he wants them all to start ASAP.”

  Dominic grinned as he took a sip of his wine. “Sooner you than me.”

  “Tell me about it.” Dan rolled his eyes as he swigged his drink. “And to cap it all Brad Dexter’s disappeared off the face of the earth, just when I could do with his help.”

  “We had a busy night in here,” Dominic told him, gesturing toward the restaurant with a stretch. “Kitchen staff were in the weeds for a while, but my staff were terrific. Well, most of them anyhow.”

  Dan sensed a good story and raised his eyebrows. “Go on.”

  Now it was Dominic’s turn to sigh. “Tuesday O’Leary lost it a couple of times with her guests. To be honest, they were a clumsy lot, but even so…”

  Dan frowned. “Is she OK?”

  Dominic looked surprised. “I had a word with her following service and she said she was,” he concurred.

  Dan took another swig of his whiskey and tried to keep a neutral expression. “She was goading me for a good beating on the cross tonight. I thought she was just being her usual bratty self.”

  “And now you’re wondering if there was more to it?” Dominic pouted thoughtfully.

  Dan grimaced. “Maybe. She wouldn’t talk afterward, shrugged me off when I started aftercare, but that’s pretty normal for Tuesday. I’ve never known anyone get close to her no matter how intense she’s played.”

  Another sigh from Dominic. “It’s just her way, I guess.”

  Dan downed the rest of his drink in one go. Something didn’t sit right with him. Maybe he was just tired.

  “I’ll catch you tomorrow,” he told Dominic with a nod as he got up and left.

  He drove home thinking about the tricky little sub. He had always had a soft spot for Tuesday. She was bratty and feisty and much livelier than a lot of the subs at Collar and Cuffs. He enjoyed their banter and knew that most of the time she was just goading the Doms to get what she wanted. She thought they didn’t know what she was up to, but they weren’t so dumb. Sometimes a sub can’t find any other way of asking for what they want, so they act up. He’d seen it plenty of times. He couldn’t understand her adversity to aftercare though. Most of the subs—in fact, all of the ones he’d ever been with—seemed to relish that part.

  The part of the night when they could just relax and enjoy the closeness of their Dom. The part when the Dom could really get to know their little sub and find out what made them tick. It was also cathartic for both sub and Dom… although he was sure that a lot of the subs didn’t realize that the Dom needed that time as much as they did.

  Still deep in thought he arrived home and took himself off to bed. Tomorrow was going to be another long day. He had some new members joining and he still hadn’t finished all the checks on them yet. Dexter was pushing him to get the numbers up fast, but there were certain procedures that needed to be followed to ensure the safety of the subs. Hopefully it would look a lot better in the morning…

  * * *

  Tuesday was feeling much better when she awoke the next day. Her exertions had left her tired and relaxed and she had actually had a good night’s sleep. She loved being too tired to think.

  Her good mood was thwarted when the phone rang and she noticed the international dialing code on the caller id. She took a deep breath, toying with the idea of just letting it ring, but knew it would only haunt her if she did. Better the devil you know and all that.

  “Hello?”

  “Caoimhe, it’s Kathleen.”

  There was a pause. Kath was probably waiting to see whether she was about to hang up straight away or not. She had the right idea. That’s exactly what Tuesday was contemplating. The use of her real name really grated on her nerves. Not only had she wanted to bury her past, and her name along with it, she knew that a lot of Americans would be unable to pronounce Caoimhe and she would soon get fed up of saying “it sounds like ‘kwee-vah’” every time someone queried it.

  “Mammy’s really upset. She was hoping you’d make it home for yesterday.” Kathleen spoke quietly.

  “I am home, Kathleen. In case you hadn’t noticed, the United States has been my home for years now,” Tuesday replied curtly.

  “You know full well what I mean, lass. We were hoping you’d make it back for the funeral. Mammy was in a right state over it all. It would have been good to have had your support, that’s all I’m sayin’.”

  “Yeah, like I had all of your support when I needed it, you mean?” Tuesday’s teeth were clenched as she spoke, and it took all of her strength not to hang up on her big sister.

  Kathleen sighed. “I can see I’m not getting through to you, am I?” She sounded exasperated now. “Never mind. I just thought I’d call you as Mammy’s in such a state, that’s all. For some reason I thought you might actually care. How stupid was I?”

  “About as stupid as I was thinking you lot would actually care about me all those years, probably,” Tuesday replied pointedly.

  “Ah, not this again! You’ve no idea what a little brat you used to be, lass. I’m not saying Daddy was right to do what he did, but it’s all in the past now. Why can’t you just forget about it and move on? Poor Mammy’s beside herself. She needs us right now. It’s a pity you can’t see that.” Irritation was creeping into Kathleen’s voice.

  “Holy mother of Jesus! Do you not think I was beside meself? Does no one think that maybe Mammy should have helped me out when I needed her? You lot made your decision back then and nothing I could say would change that. Now I’ve made my decision. Good-bye, Kathleen.”

  She hung up just before the tears started to fall down her pale cheeks. She knew she would never get through to the family. She never could. They were all so afraid of Daddy that no one was going to stick up for her for long, no matter what he did. His word was law in that house, it always had been. She felt numb about him now. He was dead. He couldn’t hurt her anymore, but somehow it didn’t feel like the end of it. The family had made their decision and was sticking by it whether Daddy was around or just his ghost. They had still hurt her beyond belief. More so, in some ways, than Daddy had. Daddy never wanted her forgiveness—he wouldn’t have got it anyhow—but it looked like the rest of the family expected it.

  She hurriedly went to wash the tear stains from her face, vowing to not give it another thought. It was over and done with. She had half-expected one of them to call her, to ask where she was. Despite having told Ashling last week that she wouldn’t be coming over to Ireland, she somehow knew they would expect her to change her mind. Well, they could all think again. She wasn’t about to come crawling back now or at any other time. They would just have to get used to it.

  Tuesday put on some loud heavy metal tunes to drown out her thoughts while she set about cleaning up her tiny apartment. It wasn’t really dirty, but she badly needed to exert some energy, so she scrubbed the floors and every surface until they shone
. After that she pulled on her sneakers, inserted her earplugs, and went for a run. It wasn’t usual practice for her, but she felt the need to burn off some steam today. She could see people giving her odd looks as she puffed down the street, her double-D boobs flailing while her ample stomach jolted up and down in time to Nine-inch Nails. She didn’t care. She dared them to say something derogatory. A good yelling match with some random stranger would do her the world of good right now.

  By the time she got home she was exhausted. Not being used to exercise, she had forgotten how tiring it could be. She was glad though. She wanted to be tired. After a warm, soothing shower, she slumped heavily onto her bed and closed her eyes. Her muscles ached, but not in the way they usually did after a good session in the dungeon. Her calves felt awkward and stiff, and she arched her back to try to get comfortable. She dozed off and on as Kathleen’s words went round and round in her head.

  Mammy had been too weak to do anything about Daddy, no matter what he did. Tuesday hated her for that. She hated her eight brothers and sisters too, for not sticking up for her. OK, so her three brothers and her eldest sister had already left home when it all started, but they were all adults, for Christ’s sake—they should have done something!

  Padric, Liam, and Sean were all in their twenties. They could have physically stopped Daddy if they’d had a mind to, but they didn’t. It was as though once they moved out of the family home they never looked back. She hardly knew them really, as they had spent most of her life not living with her.

  Padric was the one she felt closest to, probably because he was the youngest of the three. Ashling was almost like another mother to her, although just as weak as the one she already had. She would just tell her to get on with it and suck up her punishment. OK for her to say, living so far away from the rest of them that she rarely even got home for the odd Christmas!