“You should ask your men for one in the bedroom,” Laken suggested with a grin.
Lila stared at the swing thoughtfully.
“Why did Saxon put us in here?” Molly asked, moving around the rest of the room. There were all sorts of nasty looking implements hanging from hooks on the walls. Including leather masks, gags, and straps. Two chains hung from the ceiling with leather cuffs at each end.
Holy shit. She was both turned on and freaked out. She really wished Jake was here.
“I’m guessing Saxon didn’t want to put us out in the dungeon after last time we came here together,” Laken said. “No doubt he’s got a monitor watching us until our men arrive. He probably figures we’ll get up to less trouble in here.”
“Where’s the fun in that?” Lila pouted.
Molly shook her head. “You lot are a bad influence.” She grinned. “And I love it.”
The door suddenly opened, and she glanced over as Logan Ferguson strode towards them, an intent look on his face.
Savannah stood. “Logan, I—”
Logan grabbed her and flipped her over his shoulder before turning and walking out without a word. Savannah waved and smiled at them, seemingly unconcerned about being hauled out.
“Laken,” Duncan said quietly as he walked up.
“Hello, Sir.”
Duncan sat and pointed at the floor beside him. “If you wanted to play, pet, you only had to ask.”
Laken sank to her knees gracefully beside her Dom. Molly felt jealous. She wished she could move that easily. A calm, contented look came over Laken’s face as Duncan wrapped his hand around her hair and tugged her head back, talking to her quietly.
“Hello, sweetheart,” Colin said, walking over to Lila. “You okay?”
Lila pushed the swing again. “What do you think Gav would say if I wanted to put one of these in the bedroom?”
Colin looked at the swing with wide eyes then he grinned. “I think we might talk him around. Come on, let’s head home. You look a little pale, are you feeling okay?”
Lila grabbed hold of his arm, going up on her tiptoes to whisper into his ear. His eyes grew wide as he stared down at her. Hastily, he pulled her up into his arms, carrying her out of the room. Lila glanced around his back and gave her a thumbs up.
Duncan and Laken followed them out. Laken turned back to give her an encouraging smile.
Where was Jake? That knot in her stomach grew tighter until she felt ill. Then he entered the room. His gaze never faltered, staying centered on her. He stopped in front of her, giving her a dark look.
“Hello, Jake.” She smiled up at him. She expected some anger. A lecture. She just hoped he was still talking to her.
“Is that the way you greet me?” he asked in a low voice. “Find your position.”
She slid to her knees, widened her legs, and placed her hands on her thighs, straightening her spine. Her heart raced. She’d worn the same skirt and corset she’d put on that first night she’d come here. But without any underwear.
“Sorry, Sir,” she said to him.
“Would you like to explain why you’re here without me?”
She snuck a glance up at him. How mad was he? There was no tic above his eye so he wasn’t completely furious. Yet.
“I want to play, Sir. I’m ready. I’m well. I’ve recovered.”
“And this is how you ask? By pulling a little stunt designed to get my attention? Do you really think you’ll get away with topping from the bottom?”
She made a frustrated noise. “I did ask, but you weren’t listening. You think I’m fragile, that I need protecting. I don’t. I’m alive and well and I want to feel and be treated that way.”
He crouched in front of her and grabbed her chin, raising it up. His face softened. “I have news for you. I will always protect you. No matter what.” He ran his thumb over her cheek. “But I am sorry I didn’t listen and that I didn’t acknowledge what you needed. I didn’t want to push you into anything you weren’t ready for.”
“But I am ready. I am so ready. I need this, Sir.”
He nodded. “And it’s my job to give you what you need.” He stood once more. “Stand.”
He waited until she was upright to continue.
“You’re owed some punishment for coming here alone and for making your Dom worry. Tonight, you’re going to experience the flogger. You’re also going to take me in the ass.”
She sucked in a sharp breath. Well, this was what she wanted, right?
He moved his hand to the nape of her neck. “I’m in charge now, kitten. I kind of like your bratty side, but that doesn’t mean I’ll go easy when you disobey me.”
“You never said I couldn’t come here without you.”
He narrowed his gaze. “You knew what you were doing when you came here. Now strip.”
Nerves filled her. This is what she’d wanted. What she’d pushed for. And it wasn’t like he hadn’t seen her naked since her operation. But this felt different somehow. There would be no bed covers or shadows to hide behind.
He placed his hand under her chin, raising her face to study her. His eyes were filled with understanding. “If you’re not ready, we can wait. But I want you to know something. I think you’re the most fucking beautiful person I’ve ever seen. And when I see those scars, all I see are the marks of a survivor, of your fight to live, to stay with me. They’re badges of honor, and you should fucking be proud of them.”
She blinked back tears. Then she straightened her shoulders. He was right, she had no reason to feel ashamed of what she’d gone through. She nodded.
“You want to stay?”
“Yes, Sir.”
He leaned in and lightly kissed her. Then he pulled back. “Then get naked. Now. Each minute you procrastinate, you add to your punishment.”
She quickly stripped and folded her clothes. Jake’s words kept her strong.
He thought she was beautiful. A fighter.
He just studied her for a moment, his eyes hot. “Yep, fucking beautiful. Now turn around and bend over. Spread those legs.”
Her eyes widened as she stared at him. He reached into a bag she hadn’t even noticed was there. It wasn’t his usual play bag. “Where did that come from?”
He gave her a stern look as he pulled out lube and a plug still in its wrapping. “It’s my bag I keep here at the club. Why aren’t you in position? That’s an extra fifteen.”
She gulped and quickly bent over, pushing her legs out.
“Wider,” he barked.
Oh, hell. She moved her feet wider, and he pressed against her, rubbing her ass with his hands before taking a step back and spreading her cheeks. Fuck, she was totally on display—and part of her didn’t really care. She heard a squirting noise. Lube. He started to rub his fingers over her hole, pressing one inside her, pushing it inch by inch.
She let out a low groan as he seated his finger deep.
“Poor baby, have you missed this?” he asked in a low murmur. “Has your Dom not been playing with your ass enough? Believe me, I’ll make up for that now.”
Christ, she bet he would. He pushed another finger in with the first, stretching her, rubbing back and forth until her body was mush, her legs were shaking, and her clit was on fire.
“Take in a deep breath. Now let it out slowly.” The plug wasn’t a small one. It burned as he pushed it inside her. Her muscles stretched, but she welcomed the pain, embraced it. Finally, it was in deeply. She clenched around it, shuddering as her whole body was lit from the inside.
“I’m going to give you that fifteen,” he told her. “I don’t want you tied up for too long, so you’ll get that punishment now and the flogger while you’re tied to the bench. I want you to count it out for me.”
She groaned. Counting would keep her in the moment. It would stop her from drifting off and she really wanted to float right now.
Smack. Smack.
“One. Two.” The spanks were hard and sharp and exactly what she needed.
“You are never to come here without me again.”
Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack.
“Three. Four. Five. Six.” Tears threatened. Her ass was stinging, the pain intense.
“You will not come here without my collar.”
The smacks continued, and she counted them. The heat engulfed her body. It would be so easy to drift off if she didn’t have to keep track. By the time he was at fifteen, her tears were dripping onto the floor, and her body was awash with need.
Jake helped her stand and took her into his arms, running his hand up and down her back soothingly. She sagged against him, feeling exhausted but happy. “Good girl, you did so well. How are you?”
“Green, Sir,” she told him with a sigh.
“I’m going to tie you up but if at any time it becomes uncomfortable, if it pulls or hurts you then you are to use your safeword, understand? I won’t tolerate you harming yourself. If that happens I’ll have to live with the guilt of it and you don’t want that.”
Damn Dom, playing on her guilt.
“I promise, Sir.”
“Good girl.” He helped her lay down on the padded bench and tied her ankles and wrists. “I’m starting with the flogger. And then you’re going to take me in the ass.”
Here? Oh, holy shit. The first whack of the flogger landed, surprising her. It wasn’t harsh or painful, more like a heavy thud. She’d had worse from deep tissue massages. At first, she felt a little disappointed. But then as he continued, a kind of peace stole over her, and her mind drifted. This wasn’t what she called punishment, but she wasn’t complaining.
He stopped, and she sighed.
He surprised her by untying her wrists and ankles. “Is it over?”
“No, baby. I want you on your back for this part. I want to see your beautiful face when you come.”
He helped her move onto her back. Just as well since she felt so floppy and relaxed she probably would have just slid to the ground. Jake moved to the large armoire Laken had been inspecting earlier and pulled out some rope.
He hadn’t used rope on her before.
“Put your arms together above your head.” He wrapped one piece of rope around her arms, tying them together from her wrist to her elbow before securing them to the bench. There was a little slack in the rope but it didn’t allow much movement. “I’m not going to use the rope on your upper body. I don’t want to risk it rubbing against your scars. Put your feet on the edge of the bench then spread your legs wide. Make sure you keep that plug inside you.”
She did as he ordered, and he started to wrap the rope around her right leg, so her thigh and calf were tightly pressed together. Then he moved to her left leg and did the same. He grabbed a stool and sat between her parted legs. “Now that is a beautiful sight. Look at that pretty pussy, so pink and wet. He pressed her lips apart and then rubbed his thumb over her clit. She cried out. She was so turned on. Her spanking and flogging had electrified her skin and she now felt like one giant nerve ending.
“But your pussy is missing something.”
He disappeared out of her eyesight and when he returned he had four wooden clothes pins in his hand.
Oh, no. He wouldn’t.
“Jake?” She could hear the note of panic in her voice.
He stared down at her. “Do you trust me, kitten?”
She nodded her head. Oh, yes.
“You know I wouldn’t push you past what you could take or do anything that might truly hurt you, don’t you?”
“Yes, Sir.” She knew all of that. And she found herself relaxing. Jake would never do anything to harm her.
He smiled, his gaze warming. “Good girl. Now, I know these seem scary, but it is only a light pinch, and I think you’ll enjoy the rush when they come off.”
He tugged at her labia and she shuddered a little. The pain morphed with pleasure, making her nipples grow harder. There was a slight pinch then just pressure as he clamped her labia with the pegs.
That was much less scary than she’d imagined. He ran his hand gently against the pegs and pleasure rushed through her body. She groaned.
“Now that’s much better. Time for the rest of your punishment.”
His hand hit her ass. She clenched around the plug. He covered her butt in hot, hard spanks. Tears dripped down the sides of her head. The pain was intense, especially when he concentrated on the area where her cheeks and thighs met. But that wasn’t the reason for her tears. It was the relief. This is what she’d needed. To feel normal again. To feel truly alive.
By the time he finished she was sobbing. He crouched next to her and pulled her hair back from her face.
“Hey, baby, you okay? Do you need me to untie you?”
She looked into his worried face and smiled. “I feel great. Better than great. I feel like me again.”
“You didn’t feel like you?” he asked gently.
She shook her head. “I felt a little lost. It wasn’t just about my breasts. It was the whole shift in my life. They’re gone. And I didn’t know whether to feel relieved or worried or what.”
“And now?”
“Now I just feel like me.”
He kissed her, gently at first then deeper and harder.
“Sir?” she asked when he pulled back.
“Yes?”
“Will you please fuck me now?” She needed him so badly.
He gave her a stern look, but she saw his lips twitch. “You’re always going to be a bit of a brat, aren’t you?”
“Probably. That a problem?”
“Not if it means I get to spank your ass each time.”
Jake moved between her legs. He had to admit, he felt more relaxed and happy than he had in months. He pressed down on the plug in her ass, pulled it out and twirled it, then thrust it deep again. She groaned, arching back slightly. His cock was hard, his balls tight. He needed to be inside her.
Damn, she was one hell of a woman. He lightly ran his hand over the pegs attached to her labia, listening to her cries of delight. He pressed a finger deep inside her then pulled his finger out and licked it clean.
“Delicious,” he told her.
“Jake, oh, God, please.”
He smacked his hand on her ass. “What do you call me?”
“Sir, please, Sir. Please, I need you so badly.”
And he needed her. He grabbed a condom from his bag and pulled down his jeans, quickly sheathing himself. Grabbing the lube, he squirted some out and rubbed it over his cock. Fuck, he was so close to coming. He gritted his teeth as he struggled for control.
“Where are we, kitten?”
“Green, Sir. So fucking green.”
“And your arms? Any discomfit?”
“No, Sir. Please, please, the only part of me that is in pain is my clit.”
He drew the plug out and threw it towards the bag. He’d take care of that later, right now, his baby needed him.
He pushed her cheeks apart then pressed his cock inside her. Her ass was so tight. So hot. Jesus, he was in trouble. Sweat coated his brow as he forced himself to move slowly, not wanting to hurt her. But it was so hard not to just thrust deeply, to take her roughly.
“More, Sir. Please.”
Finally, he seated himself deeply. By now they were both breathing heavily, as though they’d been running a marathon. He reached up and grabbed hold of one pin, slowly releasing it and drawing it away. Molly cried out, clenching so hard around his dick he had to grit his teeth to keep from coming then and there.
“Oh, my God. Again, do it again.”
He removed the other pegs. Each time, she clamped down on him. This was an exercise in control. Maybe next time, he’d take the pegs off before he got himself inside her. By the time he was finished, they were both sweating, breathing deeply.
He had to move. He couldn’t keep still anymore. His balls were so tight, begging him for relief. He drew back then thrust forward. Back and forth. Faster. Deeper. Harder.
“Sir, Sir, Sir.” It was l
ike a chant, and it sounded so sweet to his ears. He was her Sir. And she was his kitten. Life didn’t get much better than that.
He groaned as he fell over the edge, crashing into bliss. She cried out, her passage clenching down on his cock as she followed him over.
An hour later, they entered their house. He carried her in his arms into the bedroom and lay her down. Something crinkled under her head and she sat up. “What was that?”
He turned the bedside lamp on and sat next to her. She reached back and grabbed the envelope resting on the pillow. It had her name written on the front. In his handwriting.
“It’s a present. For you.”
She opened it up, pulling out the folded piece of paper. For the longest moment, she just stared at it in shock.
“Not sure I can do the jumping out of a plane thing,” he told her. “But flying in a plane, I can handle.”
“Paris?” She threw her arms around his neck and squeezed tight. “We’re going to Paris?”
He laughed. “Yeah, baby, we’re going to Paris.”
“Oh, Jake.” She leaned back and cupped his face between her hands. “Thank you.”
He shrugged, looking a little embarrassed. “We can’t go right away. I made the reservations for two months from now so I can arrange cover and get everything sorted.”
“Not for the tickets. Well, for them too. But for everything else. For being here for me through everything. For staying with me. For supporting me. I couldn’t imagine my life without you.”
He kissed her gently. “And you don’t have to. Because no matter what, I am always going to be here. With you. Supporting you. Protecting you. Loving you.”
Jake held her tight. He didn’t know what the future held or how long that future might be. He only knew that this was right. This was where he was meant to be.
With her.
Epilogue
Saxon finished off his Scotch as he watched Jake and Molly say goodbye to their friends. Lila, Laken, and Savannah had arranged a surprise goodbye party to see them off on their trip to Europe. They’d done a good job at turning the backroom at Dirty Delights into a Parisian café. Although he probably wouldn’t have given the task of arranging the banner to the knitting circle. Not that Molly had been worried. She’d burst into laughter when she’d seen that the banner read, Bon Voyage, Rake and Dolly.
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