Red Hots

by Hines, Yvette

  Kindle needed Dom Hawk in the worst way. Everything was falling apart. If the jury had been even slightly swayed or if, after closing argument, the case was thrown out on a technicality, that was her job. Her career.

  At that moment she couldn’t allow those thoughts to take root. She wanted nothing more than to escape and give care of her emotions to someone else.

  “Hey, Kin.”

  Kindle slipped behind the wheel of her car then started it as she held the phone to her ear. Hearing Emmalee’s cheery voice, Kindle said, “I need a favor from you.”

  “You know you have it. What’s up?”

  “Ask your Master Razor if he minds me coming by in about thirty minutes, I’d rather explain in person,” Kindle told her.

  If Emmalee was shocked by the fact she’d for the first time referred to her boyfriend’s scene name, she didn’t say anything. “Hold on, I’ll call him on the other line.”

  “All right.” Her car app linked with her cell phone, so Kindle set it on the seat beside her then pulled out of the parking lot.

  Less than two minutes later, her friend came back on the line. “He’s working later, but everything is good. Come on over.”

  “Thanks. See you soon.” Kindle pushed the end call on her steering wheel and merged into rush hour traffic.

  ~YH~

  “Dom Hawk.” Master Zach met him at the entrance to The Dollhouse when Masaun walked in.

  “How’s it going tonight?” He kept his features schooled. Generally the owner of the dungeon was in his office and Masaun wouldn’t see Zach until later in the night when the older gentleman made his rounds or decided to play with an available submissive. So, Masaun couldn’t help but be curious what had pulled the man out and why Zach seemed to be waiting for him.

  “Well. I’m going to take over the newbie training tonight.”

  Frowning, Masaun clenched his hand around the small duffle bag he always brought with him to the dungeon. “Is something wrong?”

  “No. However, there’s a submissive in one of the back rooms who specifically requested you for a session.”

  Lifting an eyebrow, Masaun stared at him. “Did I train her? Or have I worked with her before?” It wasn’t uncommon for a submissive to request a scene with one of the Doms or Masters, however, it wasn’t something that he was looking forward to doing. It wasn’t that the joy of working a sub had left him. Hell no. But, the thought of having anyone else on the other end of his flogger didn’t hold much appeal. That wasn’t an option at the moment. Normally, she came to him early on the nights he had to be at the dungeon or met him late at his house and stayed until morning. Today she had called him and said she would not be able to see him before he had to come to The Dollhouse.

  He could pick up on something in her voice, but she didn’t allow their conversation to continue beyond a few seconds before she explained she needed to go and take care of something.

  “Not here at The Dollhouse to my knowledge,” came Zach’s cryptic response as he crossed his arms over his chest and stared at Masaun.

  Masaun hated to be assessed and even more, he would truly dislike for the experienced Master to pick up on the emotions building inside him toward his secret and temporary submissive. “Can another Dom see to her?”

  “Sure.” He gave a sharp nod and started to walk away then he paused and faced him again. “She specifically asked for you by name and mentioned something about her Dom would be very unhappy if someone else worked with her.”

  Now he was really confused. His gaze shifted beyond Zach’s shoulders to see if there was a new face in the dungeon he didn’t recognize. “Is he back there with her?”

  “No.”

  Shit. “Fine, I’ll go back there.” It beat the hell out of him why a Dom would send his sub to The Dollhouse, any dungeon for that matter, without supervision. He figured that if the submissive was not known to Master Zach that perhaps Masaun had trained the Dom.

  “She is in the last privacy area.”

  Exhaling, Masaun carried his bag through the wide common area and headed toward the back hallway to the private areas.

  He spoke to other dominants as he passed them. Once he arrived at the last room, he paused on the side of the opening. Listening for any sound coming from inside, he used the moment to get his head in the right place. It wasn’t safe or fair to the submissive for his mind to be on another while working with them. It would be too easy to miss something, a small sign or physical indicator that the submissive needed a break.

  Feeling more level-headed and like the Dom he’d worked hard at becoming, he rounded the corner into the room. He hadn’t taken more than two steps before his feet froze and the wind was knocked from his lungs. Before him cuffed into the St. Andrews cross was a lithe, chestnut brown frame garbed in a short leather dress with an opening in the back. That opening revealed her ass, plump, firm and round. The woman’s hair was bundled high on the top of her head leaving all of her back available to him.

  However, it wasn’t only the sight of the bare ass or the toned, long legs that sparked his awareness. They were both becoming but it was the scent of cashmere and orchids. The warm, floral aroma that greeted him and just like the first time he smelled it, the scent nudged him down the road of dominance and erotic madness.

  “Hello, Song Sparrow.”

  He heard the intake of her breath. She had been aware of someone entering, but with her back to the door and keeping her focus straight-forward like a good submissive, she never turned to see who it was.

  “Dom Hawk, I’m glad you have come.”

  She was glad he had come? His mind was void of a single word to describe the emotional grip on his heart at seeing her in The Dollhouse. The sound of his scene name on her lips almost caused his knees to buckle. She had never used it prior to this moment, always having chosen to simply refer to him as Sir. His hands had a slight tremor and he let go of the handle of his bag and allowed it to drop to the floor with a loud thump. For the second time that night he needed to get himself together.

  Walking across the mock wood flooring, he moved to the side of the cross into her line of vision.

  Those beautiful russet, golden-brown eyes met his. “Do I need to say that I am shocked to see you here?” His hand itched to reach out and touch her.

  “No, Dom Hawk. Today was just…” her voice drifted away and her lids lowered. The tension around her mouth and at the corner of her eyes, evidence of the stress she was feeling.

  “I know, I heard small bites of it on the radio, but turned it off preferring to hear it from you. Then you called and cancelled for tonight. Now you’re here.”

  Opening her eyes, she fixed them on him again. “Master Razor and Lolli got me access and helped…” She waved her fingers downward slightly, with them restrained about her head she could only move a fraction, but he understood she meant her outfit and locking her up.

  He nodded.

  “I need you. I don’t want to think about today. I don’t want to have a care for tomorrow. Dom Hawk, I submit myself to you.” The last part came out as soft as a brush of a petal on the skin, but more charging to his soul than anything else she had said.

  Raising his hand, he stroked her cheek with the back of his knuckles. “I accept your submission, Song Sparrow.” He understood the weight of this moment for her. Kindle had not only been adamant in the beginning that she only wanted their time together to take place at his home and in secret, but more importantly, her submission to him had always been mitigated by her still wanting to retain some control. Apparently, that was no longer the case.

  The knowledge and understanding caused his heart to swell ten times in his chest. He forced air out of his tight lungs. “I accept your submission and I’m honored by it.”

  She gave him a smile, there was a sparkle in her eyes, but the shadows of her day still remained ready to snuff it out.

  “Are you ready to begin?” He lowered his hand.

  “Yes, Sir. On the table,
there is a blindfold can you put it on me?”

  His brows tightened. It wasn’t that he was opposed to using it. No, it was a pleasure of his and something he frequently pulled out of his arsenal of techniques. However, a blindfold intensified the wearer’s feelings and situation. It made them completely dependent on the Dominant. “That’s not necessary. I’m just glad you’re here.”

  “But, I trust you. I want to show my trust in you fully, Dom Hawk.”

  Heat curled along his spine every time his name came from her lips. Sexy thick lips that he wanted to kiss. As his desire for her rushed through his gut he almost wished she’d just shown up at his house, that way when he wanted to bury himself inside of her, he could. Here at the dungeon that was a huge violation of the rules. A sub or slave could be brought to an orgasm during a scene. However, no intercourse or sexual acts given or received; such acts were not tolerated.

  “Then we will blindfold you.” Turning, he went to his bag instead of the table in the back corner of the room close to the entrance. Glancing over, he spotted the felt mask and disregarded it. If Song Sparrow was going to submit to him tonight, he would treat her like his and use his things. Opening his duffle, he located the navy blue silk cloth in a pocket and removed it.

  Returning to her, he caressed her face one last time before covering her eyes with the soft material. Once it was secured, he asked, “Are you okay?”

  “Yes, Dom Hawk.”

  Inhaling, he stepped away from her. At his bag again, he removed the flogger. Even though The Dollhouse, including the room he was currently in, was completely equipped and stocked with any and all things a Dom would need, he always brought some of his own things. Even though he had not used any of his personal items since Firefly, he brought them every time. Although he repeatedly told himself he didn’t want another sub, wasn’t looking for another sub…glancing up at the woman bound before him, he was grateful for this sub. And that he had his things for such an imperative session with her.

  Rising to his full height, he ran his fingers through the leads straightening them, ensuring there were no tangles from it being in the bag. No twists or haphazard knots that would cause him to inadvertently harm Song Sparrow. That complete, he moved to her and began the connection process. He caressed not only her ass and shoulders that were bare, but her back and thighs, even though they were covered and he would not be striking those spots.

  As always, he whispered to her about the beauty of her form, his pride in her submission and trust. Since they worked together so often, and as an experienced Dom there was no need to give her the club’s safe word. He knew her body and responses like every beat of his own heart.

  Her muscles were tight and knotted as they were every time they began a scene. Partly because of the worry and strain of her job and partly due to her preparing to let go, it scared and unnerved her.

  “Breathe,” he commanded. “In and out, Song Sparrow. Tonight is no different. The setting has changed, but we are the same.”

  Her back rose and fell slowly several times beneath his palm before he drew away and took his position; he rotated his wrist, swinging the flogger in a smooth arch.

  He didn’t permit himself to look beyond this night, this moment. Yes, Kindle needed him. She’d admitted that. However, whether or not this would become permanent, or what the significance of this was, they would have to discuss later. After he’d carried her to his bed and he’d made love to her for hours until they were both exhausted. Perhaps then when she was sated and in his arms, he would confess not only his desire to have her permanently as his submissive, but reveal his emotions toward her as well.

  Tonight. For now he had a submissive to soothe. He pulled his arm back then shifted forward and landed his first strike on her perfect, round ass.

  Thwack.

  ~YH~

  “Are you ready to go?” Dom Hawk pulled down the collar of her short red trench coat and situated the lapels. The hem of the short coat was barely covering her bare ass.

  On an emotional high, well pleased and aroused, she smiled at her Dom. “Yes, Dom Hawk, I’m ready.”

  So ready, she wanted to say. He hadn’t brought her to an orgasm after their session as he normally did. When they sat off to the side of the main room in the ‘quiet zone’ where he stroked her body with a mink mitt, he’d whispered that sex was not allowed in the facility. Pressing his lips to her ear, he explained that if he’d brought her to orgasm it would have been hard for him to restrain himself from burying his cock deep inside her.

  His erotic confession and the feel of his cock beneath her hip caused a quiver to rack her body.

  Now, they were finally on their way out and headed to his house. She was excited on so many levels about being alone with Masaun, not only because she wanted to make love to him but she wanted to express her love to him. She’d fallen hard for this man/Dom before her and she wanted to make what they shared permanent. That was her reason for coming to the dungeon, his dungeon, where he was free to live his lifestyle with like-minded people. She only hoped he comprehended her motivation.

  “Then let’s get out of here.” Taking her hand, he turned and nodded at Master Zach, the owner she’d met when Lolli and Razor brought her here.

  She’d had to explain the truth of her relationship with Masaun before Master Zach permitted her request. The longtime Dom had being intimidating but kind.

  Collecting his bag from the floor where he’d set it when they’d walked to the coat closet, he squeezed her hand and escorted her through the door.

  “How did you get here?” he asked as they strolled out into the night. Others were still coming into the dungeon, just getting ready to start their own night.

  “I drove.” She’d followed Razor and Lolli in her car, so she wouldn’t be tied to them in order to leave if Masaun didn’t show or he didn’t want to scene with her at The Dollhouse. However, all her fears had been for nothing. “I’m parked somewhere in the back end of the lot.”

  “We can take your car and I’ll get a cab or have my brother bring me to get my car tomorrow.”

  Her three-inch black heels were clicking on the asphalt and the breeze caressed her warm face and fluttered the sides of her jacket. She inhaled the salty night air, they were so close to the beach she could hear the waves crashing in the distance even though she could not see them. Feeling alive and rejuvenated, she said, “That works for me.”

  Stopping, he pulled her to him and kissed her.

  Her heartbeat accelerated as she wrapped her arms around him and leaned into his strong warm body. Parting her lips, she allowed his tongue to slip into her mouth and capture it. She wanted this commanding man on so many levels.

  “Assistant CA Langston, a couple questions please.”

  She froze.

  Masaun’s body tensed against hers as well, but she didn’t have any space in her mind for anyone else at the moment. She tried to pull away from Masaun as she turned toward the voice of the person speaking to her, but the commanding man held her firmly. He even shifted as if he were attempting to protect her.

  However, there were things that even his strength and dominance could not shield her from. Like her real life.

  Staring into not only the face of the local reporter, but his mini cam as well was on and pointed at her. “What are you doing here?” She shoved against Masaun as he tried to push her behind him.

  “It’s Jonathon Camp from WAVE 7 news. How did it feel to have one of your key witnesses made a liar before the courts?”

  “I know who you are. Does your station know you’ve been stalking me?” she yelled over Masaun’s formidable shoulders.

  “Ms. Langston is not answering any damn questions at this time.” Masaun stepped toward the reporter, appearing menacing in his all black.

  A light from the camera came on. “May I ask who you are? Your relationship—”

  “I’m not takin’ questions either,” Masaun growled and put his hand up over the lens of the came
ra.

  Ohmygod…ohmygod! Kindle continued to chant the words to herself as she pulled her coat together and belted it quickly. She was thankful the back of the coat covered her revealed ass.

  “Ms. Langston…” Jonathan attempted to sidestep Masaun only to have Masaun block him again. “Do you think there will be charges filed against the Virginia Beach police department? Have you blown the cas—”

  “Listen, sneak, this isn’t public property, you have three seconds to get your ass away from here.”

  Masaun was so close to the man, knocking his camera away, Kindle was afraid he would hit the man, making all of this worse.

  “Stop, please. Just go away.” Not wanting to stand there any longer, she rushed away from both men. Let them hash it out or beat the shit out of each other, she didn’t care. She just had to get away. Her mind raced, flashed images, turned down every avenue of horrible possibility of this night. She could feel her life falling apart and her career slipping away.

  “Kindle!”

  “Ms. Langston. Ms. Langston, just—”

  “Kindle, wait—”

  She ignored all the calls around her and quickly got into her car, gunning the engine. Seconds later she was speeding past the slimy reporter, the man she believed she had fallen in love with and even her best friend who stood wide mouthed beside Razor and a crowd of onlookers.

  Yes, her life had gone past baked and had turned to ash.

  She was halfway home before she realized her lights weren’t on and she was crying. Her hands were fisted so tight around the steering wheel that, by the time she got home, her wrists ached. There was pain shooting up her arms from the tension rolling through her body. Parking in the designated slot before her condo, she pulled her hands away from the wheel and just sat there in the darkness of her car, shaking. She couldn’t cease the quakes that racked her body. As if she’d been submerged in an icy lake for too long, she was chilled to the marrow of her bones.