Woman In Chains

by Bridget Midway

  “You’re right. I’m a bad Dom. I’m the worst one out there. You could do way better than me. And right now, I want you out of my house.” He took her hand and pulled her close to him. Then he moved behind her and pushed her to the opening of the cell.

  To keep him from forcibly removing her, she grasped the bars on either sides of the doorway and held herself there.

  “I’m not going. I want to stay.” She craned her head back to catch his expression.

  Unlike Dak, he kept his head down. Did he wrestle with this decision, or did he truly hate her? Why did he want her to go?

  “Don’t make this harder on yourself, This Slave.”

  Using her former moniker gave him the result he must have wanted. Rebekah lost strength in her hands and felt altogether powerless. Her heartbeat pounded in her head until the sound almost drowned out all other sounds. Almost.

  One thing did catch her attention, the TV. With her last bit of might, she clung to the bars as she watched the TV screen over her head.

  “Most of you may have heard this story that we broke earlier this morning,” the newscaster began. “Late last night, police arrested Christopher James Belton, a man who had abducted four women and kept them captive for nearly fifteen years. He beat, raped, and tortured the women for several years before police found them after a tip from a Girl Scout.”

  The powerful grip Dak had on Rebekah’s shoulders loosened. She listened to one of the victims recount her agonizing years in captivity, how her captor had raped her and the other three women every day. Then they showed the mug shot of the monster involved in this terrible crime.

  The man had a shaved head, much like Dak’s, but slightly different. With Dak, one could tell he had a military background the way the cut tapered around the sides and in the back. He also gave himself away in the way he stood, always straight and tall with his shoulders back.

  “All I wanted to do was go home. I just didn’t understand why he wouldn’t let me go home.” The abducted African-American woman cried on camera, evident by the sounds since Rebekah couldn’t see her face in the pixilated image.

  Rebekah found the power to let the bars go. She turned around to face Dak, who kept his head turned to the side.

  She shook her head. “You’re not like him.”

  “Like who?”

  She pointed to the TV. “Like that man they arrested. You’re good.”

  He snickered. “You just told me what a bad Dom I am.” He stared at her. “You deserve better. You need better for yourself. I would only hurt you.”

  Rebekah picked up the remote and turned off the TV. Then she brought her attention to him. “I’m a submissive. I can take a little pain.” To assure him, she approached him, unafraid. “So many people have quit on me.” She tried keeping her voice steady. “Please don’t give up on me.”

  In his icy blue stare she finally found the man who had been taking care of her. She knew he didn’t fear her turning him in to the police. Maybe he didn’t like what he had done to her, or maybe what he wanted to do to her.

  “There’s so much more I need to learn.” She placed her hands on his forearms. “Teach me. Show me everything.”

  The frost melted from his stare and, in a flash, his eyes became heavy lidded. He licked his lips. “Everything?”

  She nodded. “The way you made me feel last night, the whole scene, it was amazing.” As though trying to recreate the feeling, she tickled her fingertips over her bare arm.

  “And what about the spanking?” Dak’s voice lowered.

  Instead of verbally answering him, Rebekah held onto the bars at the doorway and bent over so that her ass pointed to him. “It might still be red. You may want to check it”—she glanced at him over her shoulder—“Master Dak.”

  He slipped off his blue-and-black flannel shirt before approaching her. He pushed her shirt up her back to expose her naked ass. Just like last night with the feather, he coasted his fingertips over her cheek. In order to feel more of him, she pushed back against his hand.

  With that invitation, Dak palmed her cheek, squeezing it in his large hand. When he removed his hand, he left a searing hand impression on her skin.

  “Stand up.” The command in his tone forced her to do whatever he wanted. “Turn around.”

  She pivoted.

  As though a pane of glass separated them, Dak stared at her for a moment. She found his rugged appearance sexy. She didn’t care that he didn’t wear suits like Master Blade.

  Dak smoothed her hair from her face.

  “I want to make you happy.” She meant that.

  From the way Dak glared back at her, he must not have trusted her. “You don’t know me.”

  “Let me get to know you.”

  Dak cupped the side of Rebekah’s face. The scent of freshly chopped wood still clung to his skin. Using his large thumb, he caressed her cheek.

  “A good Dom should have self-control.” He stayed cemented in his spot, even though his cock appeared visibly hard under his loose-fitting jeans.

  She shook her head. “I have to disagree with you, Master Dak. A good Dom should be in control.”

  As though she had given him an invitation to do so, he pulled her head forward and kissed her so hard her teeth rattled. This time when he kissed her, she felt his need, his passion. He slid his tongue into her mouth, letting it touch the tip of her tongue. He teased her, only letting her tongue dance with his in brief moments.

  He broke from the kiss long enough to remove her shirt. He held both of her hands and placed them on the waistband of his jeans. Without him having to ask her, she undid his pants and pushed them down to his knees.

  He wrapped his arm around her waist.

  “May I make one request, Master Dak?”

  He blinked. “What?”

  “Don’t take me out of my cell.”

  A smile hitched up at the corner of his mouth. Sliding his hands under her butt, he lifted her and pressed her back against the bars. To help him, she reached behind her head and held onto the bars as though her life depended on it.

  With great anticipation built up over several days and exploding last night, she chewed on her lower lip as he teased her pussy opening with the tip of his cock. The sound alone of his dick navigating through her wet nether lips drove her crazy. She gripped the bars tighter.

  At that moment, he delved deep inside of her. Although every part of her body wanted to explode in a volatile climax, she knew better. She knew Dak.

  “May I come?” She coiled her legs around his body as Dak pumped himself inside of her.

  “No. Not yet.” He continued holding her up, occasionally squeezing her ass as though saying she belonged to him.

  His thick shaft rubbed against her intimate inner walls. The feeling gave her an immediate reminder that Dak and Master Blade had nothing in common.

  Wanting to touch him more, she put one hand on his shoulder. As though the connection ignited him, he thrust faster.

  The friction sparked a need deep inside. Her belly contracted in erratic spasms. She wondered if he felt her constricting around his shaft. She wouldn’t be able to hold out from coming for very long.

  In an unfair move, he twisted his hips, which let the tip of his cock hit the magic spot inside of her.

  “Oh, God! Please! Please! Let me come!” She kissed the side of his face.

  He snaked the hand that up to the back of her head where he fisted a handful of her hair. “What will you do if I let you come?”

  “Anything you want.” She kissed him, then kissed the side of his face. “Anything.”

  “Now!”

  Thankful now that they were out in the middle of nowhere, she screamed so loud she felt hoarse. Rebekah squeezed her legs around his hips and froze. She had even stopped breathing for a moment as soon as she released her scream. With her first deep breath, her body trembled as she came down from that euphoric high.

  Her orgasm propelled his. Dak pushed his dick deep and held himse
lf there. When she felt his legs tremble and heard his breath catch, she embraced him harder.

  Planting small kisses on the side of her neck and face, he lulled her into a place where she felt safe, and most importantly, understood.

  He brought his head back to gain eye contact with her. “Are you sure you want to learn from me?”

  She nodded.

  “No. I want to hear you.” He lifted her chin with his finger.

  “Yes, Master Dak. I want you to teach me everything you know.”

  “Good.” Using extra care, he eased her down until her feet touched the floor. “Play lesson will start tonight.”

  She bowed. An electric charge zipped through her body. Dak would give her more attention, more of this. What a dream.

  “But for now, you’ll learn everything else.”

  And she couldn’t wait.

  Chapter Twelve

  Shit, shit, shit! Dak paced his bedroom, the place he’d retreated to after the morning’s amazing session. He hadn’t meant to go so far with Rebekah, to actually get sexually physical. The combination of his recent dreams, her body, her soulful eyes, and her touch had sent his body skyrocketing, forcing him to take what he felt belonged to him.

  He didn’t own her. Even as a submissive, he still shouldn’t have had sex with her. If only they hadn’t connected so well, moved together like a unit.

  No more. If he hadn’t been convinced that Rebekah had to go, then this really sealed it for him.

  He snatched his phone receiver from his nightstand and started to dial Moira’s number. As his thumb hovered over the key pad, he realized very quickly that he didn’t have her number memorized.

  “Shit!” He yanked his nightstand drawer open to retrieve his address book. “Lee, Lee, Lee, ah!” He dialed her cell phone and waited.

  “Dr. Moira Lee speaking.”

  He cleared his throat before speaking. “Hey, Moira.”

  A pause lingered before she spoke. “Who is this?”

  “Come on.” He rubbed the back of his head. When she didn’t answer, he continued. “It’s me, Dak.”

  “Dak who?”

  “Hell, Moira, how many Daks do you know?”

  “Only one. But he’s never ever called me before. I’m the one who has to call him and visit him at his house.”

  “Okay, fine. So we’ve established that I’m a lousy Dom and an even worse friend. Let’s forget all of that right now.”

  “Yes, because if you’re calling me, this must be one of the signs of the Apocalypse, and the world is about to blow up soon.” Moira laughed, but soon stopped. “There is something wrong, isn’t there? You wouldn’t call me for nothing. What’s up?”

  He swallowed hard. “You know the situation I have going on here at the house.”

  “Hold on.”

  He heard some rustling at the other end of the line and something that sounded like a door closing.

  “Okay, I’m in my office. Are you talking about the woman you have chained up at your home?”

  He could hear the tightness in Moira’s voice.

  “That would be it.”

  “Jesus, Dak, I told you that you shouldn’t be the one helping her. She really is in need of professional help.”

  Dak sat on his bed. “And why don’t you think I can help her?”

  “This has nothing to do with you.”

  “And yet it feels so personal.” He balled his free hand into a fist.

  “It’s just that what she must be going through in her past has really done a number on her.”

  “What if I told you that I can give her the space that she needs?” He sat up straighter, feeling confident that he had done at least one thing right.

  “Space is not all she needs. Her aggression is alarming. You should know that firsthand. Look at what she did to you.”

  Yes, on the outside, with the wound she’d inflicted on him, Rebekah would appear to be unstable, hostile, violent. Then he’d played with her last night using only a feather and his hand. From that, he had a new perspective on her.

  Rebekah could be helped. No one listened to her, just like he felt no one regarded him. It didn’t help that he had removed himself from society just so he wouldn’t have to explain himself anymore.

  Moira softened her voice. “She desperately needs to figure out what in her past has made her into this scared woman who feels like she needs to protect herself from everyone.”

  Easier said than done. How the hell could he help Rebekah figure that out for herself when he couldn’t figure it out in his own life?

  “On a positive note, I ran her blood. I meant to call you anyway. She’s clean. No STDs, no diabetes, no blood anomalies, which is good. When you take her to one of the facilities, they can do a whole physical on her to check out her blood pressure and everything else.”

  Dak didn’t want to take her to one of those places. Now that he connected to her on a physical level, he forgot about trying to simply one-up Master Blade. Now Dak really wanted to help her.

  Again, Moira helped him figure out what he could do to show Rebekah that she didn’t have to be a victim of her turbulent past.

  “Thanks for checking on that, Moira. And thanks for the advice.” He started to hang up the phone when he heard Moira speak again.

  “Which place do you want me to call?”

  “I’ll get back to you.”

  “Dak—”

  He disconnected the call. When it rang again, he didn’t bother answering it. He’d gotten everything he needed from Moira. Time to put it in action.

  ****

  Rebekah glanced at the cell door and smiled when she saw it locked. The symbol didn’t match a collar that showed that she belonged to Dak, but it would have to do. Right after Dak had sex with her, he’d surprised her by not simply leaving her cell door open.

  “This is where I want you,” he had told her right after closing the door.

  She liked that, because in Dak’s house, in his life, she wanted to be there. Something in his manner changed right after he made her come so exquisitely. He didn’t regard her in the way he’d done before. To her, it felt like a deeper wedge formed in between them.

  She dismissed the thoughts and continued painting. Just the act of putting a paintbrush onto paper slowed her heart rate and got her mind clear. The anger that normally consumed her slowly dissipated. Rebekah could attribute the change to getting back to her art again, but she wouldn’t have done that unless Dak had given her the paints.

  In the short time he’d been with her, Dak understood what would make Rebekah respond, both emotionally and sexually.

  The sex. Just thinking about it made her moan as she sat on the floor. Her skin tingled when she thought about how he took control of her without taking away her individual spirit. She knew he had something good inside of him when she’d seen the remorse in his face regarding the news story. He couldn’t have thought that he could be anything like that man. He had saved her in so many ways.

  Heavy footfalls signaled Dak’s arrival. With no time to clean up, Rebekah set her brush on a stack of tissues next to her workspace. Then she crawled to the cell door and sat on her knees as he had asked. When he appeared, she greeted him again with the biggest smile.

  “Good afternoon, Master Dak.”

  Without a word, he opened the door and stood in front of her. “Up.”

  She got on to her feet, her hands down by her sides.

  Dak circled her as she stood still. “I see your bed is made.”

  Although she wanted to turn around to look at him, she kept her face forward. “Yes, Master Dak.”

  “Did you shower today?”

  She smiled. “Reluctantly, Sir.” She peered over her shoulder at him. “I wanted to smell you on me all day today. What we did this morning was—”

  He cut her off. “I want you to change outfits.”

  Rebekah’s smile melted as she gazed down at her current attire. In an oversize T-shirt and baggy sweatpants,
although not cute, she felt warm.

  “Would you like for me to be nude?”

  He stood in front of her. She watched his Adam’s apple bob up and down.

  “No. I want you to put on shorts and a more form-fitting top.” He nodded toward the bureau. “Now.”

  She blinked and felt her heart pounding harder. “Yes, Sir.” She went to the dresser and opened the top drawer.

  On any other day, she would have just grabbed the first thing she saw. Now she would have to put some thought into it. He wanted form-fitting. She would give him that.

  Rebekah pulled out a shirt that looked like it would cling to her body wonderfully. Then she came across a pair of Spandex shorts. As she pushed the drawer closed, she wondered if she should undress in front of him or if she should change in the bathroom.

  “As soon as we get through this lesson, we can eat lunch.”

  She peered over her shoulder and saw him with his hands on his hips, staring at her. From his tone and stance, she gathered that changing now would be optimal. With her back to him, she removed her shirt and slid her pants down.

  Why had she bothered to be modest now? He had already seen her naked on more than one occasion. Hell, they’d had the best sex she’d ever had.

  She pivoted, showing off her body to the man she wanted. She watched him staring at her intently. From the way his jaw flexed, she knew he fought against some urge. Maybe he wanted to look at her body, but he couldn’t do it right now.

  “Time, Rebekah.” He pointed to his watch.

  “Yes, Sir.” She slipped on the shirt.

  It fit her tighter than the other T-shirt she’d worn, but not so snug that it hugged her body like she wanted. Then she put on the shorts. Now they did look sprayed on her body.

  Dak summoned her with his finger. “Come here.”

  Without hesitation, Rebekah sauntered to him and stood directly in front of him. Staring into his stern but handsome face, watching his lips, she wanted nothing more than to have him rip off the clothes she’d just put on and fuck her again. She could still feel the friction of his thick cock inside of her pussy. She pressed her legs together to cut down on the feeling.