“So I got her out of there and took her back to my apartment. She didn’t thank me for it at first. She was furious.”
“She said he never came looking for her.”
“Nope. It took her a long time to get over him, though. He’d become her whole life. He’d done all her thinking for her. She didn’t even know what to do with herself.”
Scott nodded. He was getting the picture. When Jenn said she was afraid of losing herself, he hadn’t understood how true that was.
“She was so behind in all her classes that she quit school,” Tori went on. “Started playing around with jewelry just as something to do. And I couldn’t be more thrilled for her that her business has taken off. But now that’s her whole life.” Suddenly her eyes narrowed. “I thought you’d be good for her. Was I wrong?”
“I don’t know what happened. Everything was fine last night. Better than fine. We’d agreed to give a relationship a chance. Then this morning, she suddenly bolted.” Scott scrubbed his face with his hand. “Tori, she’s special. I think she could be the one. But even if she doesn’t agree, I don’t want her too frightened to try again with someone else.”
Tori placed a hand on his cheek. “You’re a good man, Scott. Don’t give up on her.”
He sighed. “I promised I’d leave her alone if she decided not to continue our relationship.”
“Give her a little time to think, then go see her, Scott. Don’t push her. Just go see her.”
He wanted to barrel over there right now, drag her into his arms and prove that life with him wouldn’t be anything like it was with that asshole. “How long should I give her?”
The sound of pans rattling in the kitchen carried into the great room. Tori smiled. “Oh, just enough time for Doug to cook us his famous pancakes.”
The last thing he wanted was food. “I already had breakfast.”
Tori stood up and grabbed his hand. “Think of it as lunch, then.”
Jenn sat hunched over her workbench, putting the finishing touches on her client’s wedding gift. She had the entire piece put together now, stretched out on the table. It was beautiful, if she did say so herself.
This place was her safety zone. She could usually lose herself in her work, wipe all thoughts out of her mind except for the joy of creating beautiful jewelry. But today her mind whirled with images of the past night. A roller coaster ride if there ever was one. Yeah, she’d plunged to the bottom of this one.
Experiencing the bondage again with Scott showed her that she was, indeed, a submissive. She couldn’t deny it. She’d been dating nice guys because they were so different from Rob, but they didn’t give her what she needed. But could she go back to being a slave to a Master, even a Master like Scott?
She traced her finger along the thick collar, one hundred strands of delicate chain dotted with tiny pearls. What would it feel like to wear this collar? The weight would be substantial, certainly, a reminder that she was a slave, a symbol that she belonged to her Master. But it was also a symbol that she was loved and cherished, that her Master would take care of her.
Jenn ran her hand across her throat. For the first time, she didn’t dwell on the cold weight of that ugly dog chain, but on the possibility of a future with a loving Master. Someone who would take care of her and know what she needed.
But how long before she lost herself again?
The telephone rang, jarring her from her turbulent thoughts. “Tori? What are you doing up so early? That party must have gone on into the early hours.”
“Yeah, well, I’m up so I wanted to hear all about what happened last night with you and Scott.”
“Um, well…” Jenn wasn’t sure she wanted to talk about it yet.
“He didn’t hurt you, did he? He didn’t mistreat you?”
“No. No. He was great. He…is great.”
“Then what are you doing alone?”
“Well…” If she didn’t talk about it with Tori, who could she talk to about it? “Did you know he was into bondage? That he’s a Dom?”
“Yeah, I did.”
“Really? I’m surprised you introduced us after you saw what I went through with Rob.”
“Hon, Scott is nothing like Rob.”
Tori was right. “But…”
“You shouldn’t let your bad experience with Rob frighten you away from the chance of a good relationship with a man who cares about you.”
Was it as simple as that? It seemed more complicated. “I guess you’re right.”
“Of course, I’m right. So do you like him? Do you like Scott?”
“Yeah, I do. I like him a lot.”
“So what happened?”
“I got scared. I don’t think I can do the 24/7 thing again.”
“Did Scott ask you to?”
“No. He didn’t have to.”
“Hon, a Master/slave relationship should be negotiated. You talk about it. You both agree to the terms. That’s the way it’s supposed to be.” Tori sighed. “You know, you let Rob put that collar on you. You let him tie you up. I know you were young, but you were old enough to say, no, I don’t want to do it this way.”
“I guess I thought all committed Master/slave relationships were 24/7.”
Tori laughed. “Do you see me bowing down to my Master in public?”
Jenn was speechless for a moment. “You and Doug? Oh my God, I never knew that. Tori, you’re the least submissive woman I know.”
Her laugh got a little deeper. “You don’t get to see me in the bedroom.”
Before Jenn could say anything more, there was a loud knock at her door. “Someone’s here.”
“That’ll be Scott. Hon, give him a chance. It’s early, I know, you just met. But don’t let your fears stop you from being open to the possibilities.”
Her heart raced, but she tried to keep her tone light. “You just want to be right about fixing us up.”
“Of course, I do.” She hung up the phone, leaving Jenn staring at the door.
Another knock. “Jenn?”
“Coming.” Nerves danced in her stomach as she crossed the room and opened the door. She’d forgotten how good-looking he was. How compelling he was, just standing there, looking at her. And here she was in a baggy T-shirt and even baggier shorts.
He held up a small bag. “You forgot these when you left this morning.”
She took the bag and peeked in to see her clothes and sandals. “Come on in.” She backed up to let him in, then turned away to close the door. What should she say to him? She set the bag down on the floor and when she turned back around she saw he’d crossed the room and was standing over the workbench.
“This is beautiful,” he said softly, looking down on the piece. “More amazing than I ever imagined.” He looked up at her, his eyes sad. “Did you think I was going to keep you tied up all the time? Stop you from making your beautiful jewelry? Tell you what to do and when and never let you think for yourself again?”
Jenn took a deep, ragged breath. When she heard him say those words, she knew how awful it sounded. She knew he was nothing like Rob. Why had she run away? “I didn’t think,” she admitted. “I just reacted.”
“Why?”
“You caught me off guard. I wasn’t expecting ropes up on that peaceful hilltop. I thought that meant you wanted me to be your slave all the time.”
“All it meant was I wanted to have sex with you on the hilltop.”
“I don’t know how to do this. I like you, Scott, I really do, but I don’t know how to do this. With Rob it was all or nothing. I knew what to expect. How do I know when you expect me to be the slave and when I can be myself?”
He put his hands on her shoulders and held her gaze. “See, that’s the problem. You can’t separate the two. You’re Jenn right now, and you’re Jenn when you’re the slave. You just have to trust me. I’m certainly not going to tell you that you can’t run your business and make your jewelry, but if you stay with me I will expect bondage to often be a part of our sex play. It’s up to you
if that’s acceptable or not.
“You can’t blame your Master for what happens to you. You have a say in everything. Yes, as your Master I will expect you to obey me. But you also have to give your consent. And then trust that I’ll know what’s right for you. If I ever disappoint you, I expect you to let me know.”
Somehow she’d ended up in his arms. Jenn rested her head on his chest and listened to the steady beating of his heart. This was a good, steady man. Not an immature braggart who liked the idea of having a slave more than being a Master. If Tori and Doug had found a balance, it gave her hope.
She stepped back to look in his eyes, those warm green eyes, which were the first thing she’d noticed about him. Her body heated with anticipation and her mind didn’t have any complaints. She could easily fall for this guy. Hell, she already had. “I’d like to try, Scott. I’d really like to try.”
“Good.” He kissed the top of her head and then looked around the room. “Didn’t you say something about making cuffs? Do you have any around here?”
She grinned. “I happen to have a pair of cuffs made of twisted gold chain. Very pretty. Very strong.”
“Show me.”
Her grin grew wider. “Yes, Sir.” She hurried to the storage cabinet in the corner. She pulled open the narrow drawer on top and picked up the small wrist cuffs she’d designed but never sold. She also picked up the tiny gold padlock sitting beside them. She brought them back to her Master and handed them to him.
“These are beautiful,” he said, looking them over.
“Thank you, Sir. See there’s a small ring attached to each clasp.” She opened her palm to show him the little padlock. “You can attach them together with this if you like.”
“Very resourceful. I think you are wearing too many clothes, though. Let’s get rid of them first.”
She stripped off the shirt and shorts and stood before him in her bra and panties. The panties were already damp.
He stared at her, the cuffs hanging from one finger. “Everything.”
“Yes, Sir.” The underwear was gone in a flash. Jenn put her hands behind her back and waited for her instructions. There was a peace that came over her, knowing he would take care of her. A joy that ran through her, knowing he cared for her and about her. And an arousal that scrambled under her skin, knowing there was nothing missing from her life anymore.
He looked around the room, which was pretty much her whole apartment. The far end held her short sofa, small flat-screen TV and square ottoman. This other side was her work area. Her bedroom was through the door behind them and a little kitchen was off to the side.
“Turn around.”
She turned so her back was to him. He didn’t immediately cuff her wrists, but ran his hands down her back, sending shivers along her skin. His touch relaxed her even as it turned her on. He swept her long hair over her shoulder. Finally he grabbed her arm and wrapped the cuff around her wrist. “These cuffs are small. Perfect for someone with narrow wrists like you.”
She nodded, not wanting to admit that she’d only realized today that she made these cuffs in the hopes of wearing them someday. He cuffed both her wrists and then bound them together with the padlock. He shoved the key in his pocket.
“Hope I don’t lose this,” he said with a chuckle. He hooked his finger into one of her nipple rings and pulled her over to the ottoman that sat in front of the sofa. “Stay there.” She stared down at the camel-colored microsuede fabric while her heart pounded. And she waited.
“Over the ottoman,” he said. He laid her down atop the stool, face first, pushing her forward until her head hung over the side and her breasts were crushed beneath her, her knees on the floor. “Don’t move.”
She heard him walk away, evidently checking out the rest of the apartment. She leaned her chin against the side of the ottoman. And waited. He came back into the room, but didn’t say a word.
When the first blow struck her ass she shouldn’t have been surprised, but she jumped just the same. That wasn’t his hand.
“Your hairbrush makes a very good paddle,” he said, his voice deep, in that seductive way she liked so much. He smacked her cheeks a few more times. It stung, but he probably wasn’t spanking her as hard as he could have. “I like seeing your ass red.” He rubbed his hand over the tender skin. “I like it hot like this. Do you like it?”
“Yes, Sir,” she answered automatically. But then she realized it was true. She did like the way she felt when he spanked her. The blows warmed her body. Made her blood flow faster through her veins. Made her feel alive. And there was something about the way he focused all his attention on her that made her feel special.
By the time he stopped spanking her, she was flying again, wet between her legs, panting, moaning. He helped her to her feet and gathered her into his arms.
“Good slave,” he murmured, kissing her lightly. He unlocked the cuffs, separating them. Her arms fell to her sides, the twisted gold circling her wrists like pretty bracelets. “Come to your bedroom.”
She followed him into the bedroom. It was tiny compared to his. The bed took up most of the room.
“I like the four posts,” he said. “Are you sure you haven’t indulged in any bondage lately?”
“No, Sir.” But it must have been her subconscious again that made her buy this big old bed at that used furniture store.
“Lie down on your stomach and raise your arms above your head.”
Her nipples prickled, her pussy clenched. Jenn crawled onto the mattress and lay down as he commanded. He rummaged through her dresser drawers until he found a couple of scarves. He quickly ran each one through a cuff and tied her arms to the bedposts. Then he grabbed the two pillows from the head of the bed. “On your knees.”
She struggled to rise onto her knees. He placed the two thick pillows on top of each other and placed them under her stomach, in front of her knees. When he pulled her legs out straight behind her, her bottom was raised up in the air atop the pillows. He began rummaging through her drawers again. “I’m bringing rope with me next time,” he muttered. “Here we go.” He pulled out two pairs of pantyhose and quickly tied one leg around each ankle and the other to the posts at the foot of the bed. She was tied spread-eagle on the bed, with her hips raised up on the pillows.
“I’m bringing a camera with me next time too,” he said. “I can’t believe how hot you look.”
He stripped out of his clothes and she had a quick glimpse of sculpted abs and toned arms out of the corner of her eye. He rolled a condom over his impressive erection then climbed onto the bed between her legs. He ran a hand over her pussy. “You’re so wet, little slave. You like this, don’t you?”
She was panting so hard, she had to swallow before she could speak. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good.” Without another word, he plunged his cock into her, rocking her body on the mattress. Her bottom stung when he rubbed against the sensitive skin. She had no control over her body at all in this position. He gripped her hips with his hands and thrust hard and deep, again and again. Her arousal spun higher and higher.
Then he stopped and pulled out of her. She moaned with disappointment. He chuckled darkly then made her jerk when he ran his tongue along the sensitive folds between her legs. He sucked on her slick flesh, drinking from her, teasing her clit. Her moans grew frantic, her body shaking.
“Do you want to come, slave?”
“Oh, yes, Sir.”
“You’ve been a good slave. You can come when you’re ready.” Then he scraped his teeth lightly over her clit and she exploded. Her body bucked, her arms and legs flailing. And he continued to rub her, continued to send her flying. She was sobbing uncontrollably before he stopped and let her settle back down.
“I love the way you come,” he murmured, leaning across her back. “You’re amazing.”
She gulped in breaths, unable to speak. He plunged back into her core, thrusting even harder than before, or was it because her body felt wrung out that it seemed ha
rder? It didn’t matter, she was along for the ride.
He reached out and grabbed her long hair, wound it around his fist. He pulled her head back and leaned over to crush his lips to hers. His face was still wet with her juices and she tasted herself on his lips. He continued to hold her hair like reins as he rode her. When he tensed and came inside her, he captured her lips again.
They were both breathing heavily, sweat glistening their bodies. After he took care of the condom, he gently untied her and gathered her into his arms. “Are you all right?” he asked.
She nodded. She was more than all right, but was afraid it was too early to say so.
“We can take things as slow as you need to,” Scott said softly. “But I want you to know I would have no problem making some changes to the design of my house.”
“Oh?”
“I’m thinking I need to design a work room for this brilliant jewelry designer I know.”
Jenn smiled lazily and kissed his cheek.
“See, if I’m really good,” he went on, stroking her throat, “I figure someday she might design a beautiful collar she would be proud to wear.”
Tears pricked her eyes and shivers ran over her skin. Jenn could already picture the design in her head, feel its pressure against her throat, crave the commitment it would signify. With Scott as her Master, the chances were very good that she’d do exactly that.
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