Master of My Mind BN

by Jenna Jacob

  Tony cupped my ass with both hands and rolled to his side, taking me with him. Sated and boneless, I melted against him. Resting my cheek upon the hard muscles of his chest, I felt him stroke my sweat soaked hair. Nuzzling his lips against my forehead our breathing slowly returned to normal.

  “Wow,” I murmured.

  “That was…”

  “Beyond amazing,” I finished the sentence for him.

  “And then some,” he agreed.

  “I’ve never…hmmm,” I paused.

  “You never what, sweetheart?” Tony coaxed.

  “I’ve never felt anything that intense before.”

  “Me neither but get used to it,” he chuckled softly.

  Oh, I could get used to it alright, used to it every damn day of my life. After several long, silent moments, Tony shifted and tugged the covers from under me only to draw them up over my body. Grabbing his underwear, he covered his crotch and opened the bedroom door. With a clandestine look in each direction, he turned and flashed me a smile.

  “I’ll be right back. I need to get rid of the evidence,” he whispered, glancing down at his still hard cock covered in latex.

  I couldn’t help but giggle as he dashed out the door.

  Returning quickly, Tony crawled into bed and re-positioning me in his arms. Pressing his lips to my head, he exhaled a sigh laced in contentment. “Get some sleep, angel. I’ll be right here when you wake.”

  Tony didn’t have to tell me twice. As soon as I closed my eyes, the darkness carried me away, and I didn’t open them again until sunlight warmed my face. Blinking at the unfamiliar surroundings, a broad smile curled on my lips as the sounds of Tony’s snores resonated in my ears.

  I didn’t want to disturb him, but I needed to use the bathroom. Slowly sliding out from under his heavy arm resting on my hip, I scooted toward the edge of the bed. Suddenly, a hand gripped my wrist, and I yelped.

  “Where do you think you’re going?”

  “The bathroom,” I scoffed with a derisive shake of my head.

  Tony bounded out of bed and stormed to the other side. Cinching my hair in a painful grip, he tilted my head back and narrowed his eyes.

  “Where are you going?” he repeated, with a tone teemed in irritation.

  “The bathroom?” I squeaked.

  “Uh-huh,” he mumbled, releasing his hold. “Much better without the sarcastic attitude. We talked about that, remember?”

  I cast my eyes toward the floor and nodded.

  “Come on. Let me help you.” Tony didn’t wait for my reply. He simply lifted me off the bed. Snagging his jeans and the duffle bag from the floor, he glanced out in the hallway to make sure the coast was clear then marched—both of us naked—down the hall and into the bathroom.

  When he set me down and didn’t leave, I stared at him with wide eyes. “Um, you can go now.”

  “Can I?” He chuckled. “How nice of you to give me permission, pet.”

  I exhaled a heavy sigh. “I didn’t mean it like that.”

  “Maybe you shouldn’t have said it like that, hrmmm?”

  I opened my mouth to argue but closed it with a pout. Holding my bladder grew painful but I endured as I watched Tony rummage through my clothes and toiletries. As if sensing my stare, he paused and gazed up at me. One brow raised in question.

  “Ah, thank you for bringing my things, but I need to pee.”

  “Then go.”

  “I’d like a little privacy. You’ve never stayed to watch me pee when you’ve helped me to the bathroom before. I’d prefer not to have an audience. So if you don’t mind?” I made a shooing motion for him to leave.

  “I do mind,” he replied sternly. “Get your business done, so I can get you cleaned up.” His insensitive tone chaffed. I hadn’t expected it after the night we’d shared. “I wasn’t sure how long we’d have to stay here, so I brought some of your things from the club.”

  When I failed to sit on the toilet, he looked up at me.

  “I’m well aware of what it is you’d like me to do, angel,” he began as he stood and stepped into his jeans. Zipping them up, he left the top button unfastened. I couldn’t help but stare at his stunning physique and the tapering of dark hair that disappeared below the open waistband. “I’m not here to always give you what you want; I’m here to give you what you need. So sit on the pot, empty your bladder, and let’s get your hair washed.”

  I felt my blood pressure rise as my lips drew into a tight angry line. Closing my eyes I sat down on the toilet. Heat rose on my cheeks while embarrassing sounds echoed in my ears. When I finished, I shot Tony a seething glare.

  “That was humiliating; thank you very much.”

  Flashing an evil smile, Tony shook his head. “Oh, I can think of far more humiliating tasks for you, angel. Keep pushing and you’ll see.”

  “Aarrggh,” I groaned as I finished my business as discreetly as possible before I stood and flushed. “No, thank you. I might enjoy your spankings, but degradation isn’t one of my kinks. Trust me.”

  “Come here.” Tony smiled, opening his beefy arms.

  The petulant child inside didn’t want a thing to do with him, but my legs ignored my pride. I wobbled across the room. And as he pulled me to me his chest, a delightful feeling of security flowed through me, banishing my rebellious urges.

  “You’re mine, angel. Everything from the top of your head down to your toes belongs to me. Headaches, menstrual cycles, and all bodily functions are mine. There won’t be any more secrets, and you won’t be allowed to hide anything from me. Do you understand?”

  “Yes,” I whispered with a slow nod.

  “Good.”

  To prove his point Tony loosened his hold, made his way to the toilet, and lifted the lid. Without a shred of modesty, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, he relieved himself. It was as if we were a married couple going through a normal morning routine. Bizarre.

  A few minutes later, I was bent over the bathroom sink while Tony lathered my hair in shampoo. His broad fingers massaged my scalp in such a relaxing manner I couldn’t help but purr.

  “How did you come up with the club name Dahlia?” he asked.

  “George picked it out for me. At first I wanted to be called ‘Hell Raiser’ but he said that wasn’t a proper submissive name. So he chose ‘Dahlia.’ In Spanish it means, Star of the Devil.”

  Tony laughed. “Hell Raiser suits you better.”

  “I know, right.” I grinned as he rinsed the suds. “So can I ask you a question?”

  “Of course,” Tony replied, threading conditioner through the wet strands.

  “Why do you do, what you do? You know, inflict pain.”

  “In part, I like fulfilling the needs of subs that enjoy or crave edge play. It feeds my dominance and allows me to satisfy the hidden artist in me. I look at flesh as a canvas. The stripes…well, they’re my unique works of art.”

  “No offense, but why don’t you just go to the art store and buy some water colors and an easel?”

  “I already have all that stuff. I like to paint,” he chuckled.

  “Can I see your works?”

  “Um, no.”

  “Why not? I thought we weren’t supposed to keep secrets,” I pressed as he rinsed my hair one last time.

  “Manipulative little minx,” Tony growled, landing a wet hand on my bare butt cheek.

  “Ouch,” I protested.

  Twisting my tresses into a towel atop my head, Tony led me to the edge of the tub. “I forgot to pack the adult bath wipes from the club. So I guess I’m going to have to give you a sponge bath the old fashioned way.”

  “It’s okay. I’ll do it myself.”

  Tony pinned me with a fierce scowl. Dominance rolled off him in a hot wave.

  “Is this really how you want to spend the day, sweetheart? Challenging me every chance you get?” His expression softened. “Talk to me, Leagh. What’s wrong?”

  The minute he shifted into psychologist mode, I b
ecame nervous.

  “I don’t know. My life’s a mess. I mean, last night was the most spectacular night of my life, but this morning, I feel like…I can’t even pee or wash myself alone. It’s like you’re trying to take over my entire life. I just want five minutes to… I don’t know, maybe breathe on my own.”

  “Stop.” Tony knelt down in front of me capturing my gaze in a stony hold. “You’re trying to take back your control. This tells me that either you’re not ready to hand it over…all the way, or I’m not doing my job as a Dominant. Which one is it? Or is it a little bit of both?”

  Frightened by the uneasiness reflecting in his eyes, I swallowed tightly. “I’m not trying to consciously take it back, and you’re an amazing Dominant. That’s not it.”

  “Last night, I got a taste of your submission. I felt you let go. It was the most amazing experience of my entire life. I know you felt it…felt that deep-seated need to please suck in its first real breath of life. I think it scared you. So now you’re trying to yank the walls around you, because it feels foreign, and you don’t know how to come to terms with what you already know you are…a submissive.”

  “I’m not trying to shut you out, and you’re right, it does feel strange. What does that have to do with you forcing me to pee in front of you? I don’t know what you’re trying to prove or what want from me.”

  “Yes, you do.” He smirked. “The reason I didn’t let you pee in private was because of your snarky attitude in bed when I asked where you were going. If you’d simply said that you needed to use the restroom, I would have given you time alone. That little taste of humiliation was punishment, Leagh.”

  I exhaled an exasperated sigh.

  “Taking care of you is my Dominant duty. And when you arbitrarily yank that away from me, I have no other choice than to correct your behavior. Socrates once said: ‘Sometimes you put walls up not to keep people out but to see who cares enough to break them down.’ I care enough, Leagh. Make no mistake, I won’t allow walls between us, on any level.”

  “I swear I’m not trying to block you out, Tony. I like the way you take care of me. I like the way you make me feel, but it’s all so strange and new, and it makes me feel unsure of myself.”

  His warm smile instantly put me at ease. “I know it does. I told you it would, but that’s when you have to reach down deep and trust me, angel. If you don’t trust me, this is never going to work.”

  “I know that.” Just thinking of Tony not being with me caused a sick swirling sensation in the pit of my stomach.

  “Honest answer, angel…do you want this to work?”

  “Yes, I do,” I replied, gazing boldly into his eyes.

  “Good. Then stop defying me, and let’s get your sponge bath started. When we’re done, we’ll get dressed, and go downstairs. I’m sure ma is cooking up a huge breakfast for us.”

  Adjusting the water temperature as it spilled into the tub, Tony washed my back and arms, gently drying each section before moving to the next. I winced as he brushed the washcloth over my nipples.

  “That’s the beauty of proper nipple torture, sweetheart. The next day they’re still nice and sensitive.”

  “I think the word you’re looking for is sore,” I laughed.

  “I can make them ache even more,” he growled in promise.

  With his hips wedged between my splayed out thighs, he gently drew the soapy cloth up my folds. I couldn’t help but hiss. The lips of my pussy were also sore from all the activity the night before.

  “A little tender there, too, sweetheart?” Tony asked. Bending low, he inspected my cunt as he rinsed the soap away.

  Suddenly the bathroom door swung open. Alisa stood in the portal, a look of horror blossomed over her face.

  “Anthony Michael Delvaggio!” she cried. “What in the world… you promised me!”

  Tony jolted and leapt to his feet as I slammed my thighs together.

  “Ma!” Tony thundered. “A little privacy here?”

  I felt the heat rise on my cheeks, and I wanted to climb into the tub and swirl down the drain with the running water.

  “I’m very disappointed in you. You know the rules,” she scolded.

  “It’s not what you think, ma. Jesus. I’m helping Leagh with her sponge bath. She can’t very well hop into the shower now, can she?”

  A look of mortification replaced the anger on Alisa’s face. “Oh my, I’m…I’m sorry. Do you need any help?”

  “No, ma. We’ll be done in a few minutes.”

  “I’m sorry, you two. I didn’t mean… I heard the water running downstairs, and I came up to jiggle the handle on the… well, it’s been leaking and…”

  “It’s okay. Don’t worry about it,” Tony reassured. “Just close the door when you leave I don’t want Leagh getting cold.”

  “Right,” his mom issued a nervous nod before backing out of the room and closing the door.

  Tony started to laugh. I shot him an irritated scowl and smacked him on the shoulder. “It’s not funny.”

  “Yes, it is,” he chortled.

  “You’re just lucky she didn’t walk in on us last night. There’d been no way you could have wiggled out of that one, Mister.”

  “That’s no lie,” he grinned. “I still wouldn’t have stopped. If she walks in on us tonight, I’m still not stopping.”

  Tony’s promise sent a shiver of anticipation snaking down my spine.

  Thirty minutes later, we were both clean and dressed and sitting at the kitchen table. Alisa barely made eye contact with either Tony or me as she served up a scrumptious breakfast of pancakes, sausage, eggs, and toast. Tony and Vito did their best to fill the awkward silence, but I could tell Alisa was still embarrassed about walking in on us earlier.

  I relaxed back in my chair, sipping my second cup of coffee when Tony’s cell phone rang. Glancing up at him, I worried it might be more bad news.

  “Hey, Mika,” Tony greeted. “How’s that little man of yours?”

  I smiled, remembering the feel of Tristan in my arms and the smell of his sweet baby fresh skin.

  “No,” he replied as I watched his brows furrow. “Yeah, I’ll turn it on right now. Thanks.”

  Tony hung up, jumped from his chair, and hastily carried me into the family room. Setting me on the couch, he turned on the television and turned up the volume of a nationally syndicated morning news show. A female reporter prattled on about something, but I wasn’t listening. My attention was riveted to the image of George’s house, fully engulfed in flames; filling the screen. Firefighters and police officers bustled in the artificially lit background, like ants.

  “Oh, god,” I whispered.

  The next image that flashed on the screen was a professional family photograph of George, Sloane, and Hayden. As Tony sat down next to me, I reached out and grabbed his hand. My heart hammered in my chest. Glancing from the TV as Vito and Alisa entered the room, I quickly turned my attention back to the anchorwoman, focusing on her words.

  “Officials have still not determined the cause of the fire, but sources close to the investigation say explosives were involved. And with the blast claiming the lives of both his ex-wife, Sloane, and daughter, Hayden, questions about Judge Marston’s multi-billion dollar estate are being raised. For that we take you live to Chicago and our on-scene reporter, Sasha Clevenger. Sasha, what can you tell us?”

  The blue-eyed, blonde newscaster stood in front of George’s burned out house. Black soot stained the once red brick, and the broken out windows reminded me of a cold, dead skeleton. A handful of firefighters traipsed in and out of the opening where the front door once stood.

  “Unfortunately, officials are being tight lipped about this mysterious explosion, Bianca. Through court records we’ve obtained, we know that Judge Marston’s ex-wife, Sloane, had filed an injunction contesting his will. Some of our sources speculate it might have something to do with his longtime, live-in companion, Leagh Bennett. So far we’ve been unsuccessful in reaching Ms. Bennet
t for comment. We do know, however, that she is not a suspect in the explosion at this time.”

  My stomach pitched and threatened to purge as I watched a montage of photos spool over the screen. Photos of George and me… together at several high-dollar political dinners. Pictures I didn’t even know existed were being transmitted for the whole world to see.

  “No. No. No,” I repeated under my breath, in horror.

  Tony turned and looked at me. His dark eyes filled with fear. The same fear that was crawling through my veins and choking the air from my lungs. Suddenly, a loud knock came from the front door.

  “Tony?” I cried. Fear gripped me in a choke hold as I whipped my head toward the door.

  “It’s okay,” Vito assured, walking toward the entryway. “The boys are back out there keeping an eye on things, Leagh. They won’t let anyone suspicious near the house.”

  “That was a national news channel, Tony,” I murmured. “Matt’s going to be able to find me now.”

  “Even if he does, I won’t let him hurt you, I swear.” Tony wrapped his arm around my shoulder as I fought the urge to vomit.

  James walked into the room, looking first at me, then the television. “Fuck,” he muttered. “I wanted to get to you before you heard about all this.”

  “I’ll make some more coffee,” Alisa announced, before darting toward the kitchen.

  James and Vito sat down across from us as Tony held me close.

  “Is it true? Are Sloane and Hayden really dead?” I asked.

  “Yes,” James affirmed with a solemn nod. “We also positively ID’d the guy, as well. His name was Fredrick Willis. He’s the same dude who was outside the club last night, and he’s got a rap sheet a mile long…specializing in explosives.”