Too Long a Soldier (Kingdom Key Book 3)

by TylerRose.

  To the balcony and he called down for Bear to put three of the thick ones on. Two medium and one rare.

  She was on her feet, finger combing snarls out of her hair. Nails stopped her.

  “I’d like some alone time, if you don’t mind, Tiberius.”

  “That’s why we’re here,” Jerome said, and went down to wait for the food to be ready.

  Nails put her on her back on the bed.

  “Does he make you happy, babygirl?” he asked.

  She nodded, arms crossing overhead in long ago learned habit.

  “Not a sound this time. You will suffer in silence for me,” he said, reaching for four clothespins.

  Angling them in on either side of her nipples, behind the areola, he forced the sensitive nubs out. Lying between her soft thighs, his lips slid over a nipple in a warm caress. He chuckled with her writhing, shivering gasp and did the same to the other one. Back and forth half a dozen times, then the tip of his tongue flicked the nubs until she couldn’t stand her own need. He slid down to lick the profuse wetness he’d brought out. Up for a kiss and his hardness slid into her.

  “You need two lovers to keep you full,” he said, holding himself up over to so he wouldn’t crush the clothespins.

  He watched her breasts slide up and down in place, knew the pain they were causing her and how it thrilled her deep in her belly, deeper in to her very chi. She tried to buck her hips and make him pound into her. He countered with a cessation of motion and slight pulling back.

  “No you don’t. You get no orgasms this time. I want you desperate for me relieve you while you’re on that stage. I want every song to be about sex. I’m going to leave you in such a state that you can’t wait to get off that stage and beg me to use you. You and I know damn well this is not going to be the last time we’re together.”

  She groaned in frustration and he chuckled at her.

  “I said not a sound.”

  He reached for another clothespin and gently closed it over her right nipple. The reaction was instant, her back arching high with the intense pain in so concentrated and presented an area. He flicked the other nipple with a stinger finger.

  “My sweet little painslut. I will always give you want you need. Just not always when you want it. Do you want the other clothespin?”

  “Yes, please,” she whispered, eyes shut tight as she let herself drown in all the sensations she craved.

  “I was your first and you submit to me now. I will always be Master Kevin to you. Proper address and you will have the pain you want. I don’t care that he told you not to call another person Master. You and I know I am and always will be the one who owns you. One day I will take precedence over him. Do you want that?”

  “Please, Master Kevin.”

  Three more hard stingers as he said “Good girl.” Then the clothespin gripped her nipple, the searing pain of the clamp launching her into a hard orgasm he knew she couldn’t stop. He pulled out.

  “On your knees.”

  She moved slowly and he repositioned himself behind her and lifted her chin high with a hand shaped under her jaw. His other hand reached down to find her slickness. It came back up to tug and twist the center clothespins while he spoke, very much enjoying her struggle to not make vocalizations while he tortured her.

  “I am not going to take it easy on you anymore today. I will show your Sifu exactly what my painslut likes and how she likes it so he’ll know how to reward you when you please him and how to discipline you when you do not.”

  The clothespins came off one at a time and both sets of fingers grazed fast and firm over the over-sensitive, hard little nubs until she came another good one.

  “Our food is about ready. Put your chemise on. You will clean your plate or I will send you home in this need I’ve created and tell Tiberius to make you sleep alone. Understand me?”

  “Yes, Master Kevin.”

  He let her go.

  She cleared her plate well enough. Ate all the protein and most of the potato. But it had been a very large potato and the protein was more important anyway. She ate all of her salad as well. Onto the small stage without the buzz this time and she was the cock tease he wanted to see.

  Ragdoll

  Cradle of Love

  Any Way You Want It

  Lovin’ Touchin’ Squeezin’

  Let it Go

  Woman

  Pour Some Sugar on Me

  Feel Like Makn’ Love

  True Love

  Don’t Happen No More

  She came down to sit on Jerome’s knee and kiss him.

  “I do love to watch you do that,” he said.

  Nails gave his orders to Bear to clean up and be out by 9pm. He took Faith by the wrist up the back stairs and into his bedroom. Tyler and Jerome followed. Without a word, Faith undressed and knelt beside a chair.

  “Bette said something very inappropriate and was punished for it,” Nails said. “You can have Faith instead. I want more time alone with Rose.”

  Jerome gave Tyler a kiss. “Get what you need from him. I may never allow him to touch you again.”

  She only smiled and watched him follow the naked woman out the door and across the hall. Nails locked the door behind him. Locked the balcony door as well, and locked a wide leather band around her neck. He took her by the back of her hair to bend her over the end of his bed.

  “Stay there.”

  He brought several things from his toy chest and wall displays. Lace panties ripped off her, the spreader bar went between her ankles and opened as wide as she could manage and still be on her feet. He wrapped a rope around her wrists to tie them at her back. The spanking started at once and continued until he felt the tension of her energies at last collapse.

  “Time for my one question,” he said, rubbing and gripping her bottom. “Tell me something he does not know that you very much want him to understand.”

  Eyes opened, she looked up to him from the quilt, deciding what to divulge.

  “Your deepest, darkest desire,” he prompted.

  “I very much enjoy being taken by force and with all brutality.”

  “How much force?”

  “As much as he can muster,” she said.

  “How brutal?”

  “Well, no blood. Nothing like that. No urine or scat, same as before. No striking my face. No broken bones, please. I want him to rough it up and have his way a lot more than he does.”

  “You like the fight of it?”

  “Sometimes,” she admitted.

  “You want to be subdued, held down, held in place?”

  “Sometimes.”

  “Just plain overpowered?” he asked.

  “Always. I want him to do what he chooses to do. To stop asking me what I want. What I want is for him to not care what I want and just have me as pleases him to do. He thinks I’m made of glass or something. I want to fuck like he knows I’m indestructible. Because I pretty much am.”

  With a harsh sigh, he lowered to his side and propped his head up in his hand. “I taught you to enjoy a strong lover who knows what he wants. How did it translate into wanting to be taken by force, Tyler?”

  “The man who ordered me dosed with Rovan. He used to hunt me down to take me captive in my previous life. He preferred me unwilling and I spent a number of months with him during the last time. Now, with someone I trust, I like it. I need it.”

  Silence as he contemplated. “Are you expecting me to get my pointer and issue a punishment?”

  “That is what the spreader bar and bent over the bed usually means.”

  “What would I discipline you for?”

  “The last song was not about sex,” she said.

  “What else?” he asked.

  “You made me promise to tell you before I was going to run. I broke that promise in pretty much every time line.”

  “Yes, you did. I was very disappointed in you that you did not trust me with your secret. But you have come to me this time rather than hiding from me. Y
ou don’t fear me or my discipline at all, do you?”

  “I do not feel fear at all,” she said.

  “You told me you loved me. Is that the truth?”

  “It is, Master Kevin.”

  “I want to fulfill your deep, dark desire; but we both know your consent to have it done negates the entire concept of taking you against your will. Should I instead be the most tender?”

  “Do you want me to answer that?” she asked.

  “Yes.”

  “Tenderness heightens the pleasures of pain. To that end, it’s fine. As the whole meal? I have little interest in tenderness, and neither do you. Anyone can be strong and forceful. You want someone you can be your brutal self with. You want someone you can take by force, without asking. Someone who will revel in every second and want more. Here I am, ready and able to take everything you can dish out. I need it that way with a craving I cannot describe.”

  He got the pointer from his dresser and bent over to kiss her cheek. “This is not punishment. This is to deepen your endorphin high and give you something to sit on for a few days.”

  He swung just like Dicer had that day she didn’t want to go bottomless, swung for a good half an hour while she screeched and shrieked into the bed. When he was done, he untied her arms and removed the spreader bar. Full length on the bed and he beckoned her to climb up and rest with him for several minutes while she sank deep into the high.

  “Ready for me to pound your ass again?” he asked.

  “No. Maybe in the morning,” she yawned. “If we stay all night.”

  He turned her onto her belly to be comfortable, dropped a kiss between her shoulder blades, and was on top of her thrusting into her ass. She reared up and he shoved her down to the mattress, held her there with a hand around the back of her neck. The force of his taking thumped his bed into the wall.

  “Is this how you want it, my cunt? With consent removed entirely and you having given refusal? Is it not real enough to be consensual non-consent? You need an actual assault?”

  “Yes, Master Kevin,” she grunted.

  “You broke the first rule. You told me no.” He gave the outside of her thigh a shockingly hard smack. “You will never again tell me no.”

  His knees shoved hers wider before she could answer and he resumed with better leverage for long, full slams into her pliant flesh.

  “Will you.”

  Not a question. A statement.

  “Please, Master,” she gasped, mind emptying in that way he was learning to recognize. She was so close to realizing her inner entities.

  “Please what?”

  “Please don’t throw me into the briar patch, Master. Anything but that.”

  He laughed a genuine sound and growled vicious things he would do to her the next time he chose to rape her. He would never ask her if she wanted to have sex. He would simply do it. She could fight if she wanted but she would not win. She would never win because he had as much training as she did, and had been taught quite a lot by the same man that she had learned from. He would flog her. He would whip her. He would do anything he wanted to her and she would not refuse him anything he wanted. He would draw blood if he chose to draw blood. He would piss on her or in her if he chose to.

  “That’s what it means to be slave to Hades. Do you remember giving your body and soul to Lucifer when you were so angry at your god? You are mine. You have been since the first time I fucked you in your birth line and you always will be, regardless how far away from me you are.”

  He came harder than she did and they both needed a long moment to catch their breath. He held her close and she gave him the sweetest kiss to his cheek just before falling asleep. The breathy “thank you” burning itself into his memory. He left her asleep in that foggy place where nothing could reach her, left her to some peace and a good, hard sleep she so rarely could find.

  Leaving the bed and pulling on shorts, he crossed the hall to knock and bring Jerome to the door. Fully dressed, just his shoes off.

  “We need to talk.”

  Jerome retrieved his shoes and followed, eyes landing at once on the woman sleeping in Nails’ bed.

  “She’s out solid. We won’t disturb her,” Nails said, pouring two servings of tequila.

  “What you do to her? I didn’t hear any noise.”

  “I gave her exactly what she wanted,” Nails said, sitting in the chair nearer the foot of the bed. “We need to talk very plainly about your woman. I do love her. Very much. I loved her before you ever saw her face. Do you recognize her special needs?” he asked, lighting his nightly bedtime cigarette.

  “I know pain gets her off and I like what giving her that pain does to her,” Jerome grinned, and drank his tequila in one shot.

  “Yes, she gets off on aggression and pain, but it’s much deeper than that. It’s not that she likes it. It’s a craving as deep as the Rovan addiction. Her inner goddess needs it. The body needs food to fuel it. The inner goddess needs sexualized pain to fuel and energize it. She’s going directly into her sexual evolution. I know you. You can be rough. You’ve got a good, hard spanking arm. But what if she tells you she needs something more akin to a sodomy rape? Real, no asking her if she wants it, doing it because you choose to, with her saying no don’t but you do it anyway kind of sodomy rape.”

  He let the question hang, waiting Jerome out for the answer.

  “Is that what she wanted from you?” Jerome asked instead.

  “I promised her a long time ago that I’d look out for her and that’s what I’m doing. Answer the question.”

  “She’s my woman, Nails. You cannot sexually assault what is given freely whenever you want it. I wouldn’t force myself on someone who wasn’t willing.”

  “That’s exactly the thing, Jerome. She needs that kind of brutal force. She knows she does, if not the reason why. You’ve told her you’re not gentle, but you’ve not been rough enough to reach that place inside her. If I didn’t break her tonight, you’re not going to break her ever. Physically, mentally, spiritually. The harder you are on her, the more demanding you are with your sex, the more you take what you want, the more fulfilled she will be. And she will thank you for it.”

  “Why tell me all this?” Jerome had to question, pouring his glass half full.

  “Lots of reasons. We’re friends and you two are going to be together for an extremely long time. I cannot stand to see a girl so bursting with needs and made to suffer for them. It’s not her fault she needs what she needs. She thinks Solomon conditioned her to it but it was already inside her. He just tapped into it by being an asshole. If she doesn’t get what she needs, she finds ways to manipulate her lover into it.”

  “You know that from tonight or from knowing her so long?”

  “Both. She’s not always conscious of the manipulation. She’s driven by instinct right now, not reason.”

  He tamped out the cigarette with all deliberation. “She calls you Master. She recognizes you as that authority. That is no game to her. She has called me Master since she was fifteen. I taught her that Master does not ask slave. Master takes what he wants. She expects it of you but you’ve not really exerted your dominance all that much. Not in her eyes. More aggression is easy. Bite instead of kiss. Pinch instead of finger. She also needs you to be more of an authority. You cannot let her be a loose cannon, Jerome. Enforce boundaries for behavior, at least in private. Do all of these things and she will be absolutely devoted to you within a week and will take your authority into consideration when making decisions.”

  “She’s that already,” Jerome said.

  “No. She’s not. If she was, she would not have asked what she asked of me tonight. If you were giving her those things she needed in the deepest core of her being, she would not have needed to get it from me. If you cannot find it in yourself to be the Master she needs, then you need to give her to me on a regular basis for a day or two at a time. My proposal is during her brief visits to come get papers for you to sign and when she returns
them. I’ve already told her what I will do, so the rest is between you two. Tell her to take a long lunch or an overnight, or tell her to teleport back the instant she hands me the papers.”

  “I’ll think about it. You got a court date tomorrow and I have a meeting with Warren,” Jerome said, leaving the chair to wake her.

  “Her bag is on the balcony.”

  She woke groggy, didn’t want to wake. “I’m going to teleport home.”

  “Good idea.”

  Nails was there to give her a warm hug and a kiss goodbye. “You let me know when you need to be thrown into the briar patch again.”

  She smiled and teleported to her bedroom and Nails walked Jerome down to the Torino. Back up to the second bedroom and he found Faith watching television.

  “Did you enjoy him?”

  Faith snorted. “He didn’t touch me. We sat here smoking weed an’ watchin’ tv. That’s it.”

  “Not even a blow job?” Nails asked.

  “Nope.”

  “Well hell. I’m sorry. Come shower with me and get the sunblock off you and I’ll take you to my bed for the night.”

  An offer she didn’t think twice about.

  Jerome went upto her room to check on her soon as he got home, accidentally waking her when he picked up a cellophane wrapped brick on the foot of her bed.

  “What’ this?” he asked.

  “A gift Nails don’t know he gave,” she yawned, and went to the bathroom.

  When she came out, he was in his shorts on the bed.

  “Staying over?” she teased.

  “Not going to leave you alone after whatever it was he did to you.”

  “Are you angry?”

  “I’m a big boy, Ty. I knew what I was opening up. He had some interesting observations. He didn’t hurt you, did he?”

  She laughed and snuggled into his chest. “I’m a bit sore in a few places but no, not at all hurt. He did precisely as I needed him to do, which is why I agreed to be shared with him in the first place.”

  He slinked down to hold her face between his hands. “When the day comes, I want you to destroy Solomon utterly. No chance of ever coming back ever again. Make him pay for every single thing he ever did to you.” He kissed her.