Dak kept his arms wrapped around her body, refusing to release her. Her trembling clued him in on the severity of his punishment. Each time she tried pulling away from him, he held her closer. Dak kissed the side of her face.
He hoped the small bit of affection would quiet her crying. Instead Rebekah sobbed even harder. Tears rolled down over his arms. Dak couldn’t let her go. He squeezed her tighter.
“Clearer heads will prevail in the morning. We’ll talk about this then.” With that proclamation, he hoped she would be able to sleep.
In the morning, he would send Rebekah on her way. He couldn’t be any good for her. Not now. Not ever.
Chapter Eighteen
Dak didn’t sleep at all during the night. He kept replaying the whole messed-up incident from last night in his mind. Rebekah’s pain would forever be burned in his brain. Her tears etched paths down his arms as she cried for most of the night. Relief only came to him when she finally fell asleep.
Dak watched Rebekah sleep. In their first night together in his bed, it should have been special, something magical. Instead it had been tarnished by his actions.
As carefully as he could, Dak eased his arm from under Rebekah’s body, trying hard not to wake her. When he managed to ease himself away, Dak rolled off the bed and crept to the bathroom. He pushed the door to block the light coming from it but didn’t close it all the way, afraid that even the clicking sound would rouse her.
He washed his hands, splashed water on his face, and fought against the urge to look at his reflection. Dak turned off the water and raised his head. His red eyes proved how much sleep he didn’t get. The bags under his eyes weighed his whole face down along with his turned down mouth. As soon as he spied his mouth, the churning in his stomach went into reverse.
Dak dove to the side and positioned his head over the commode in time for him to purge his guts. Guilt didn’t taste good going down or coming back up. Acid burned his throat. He heaved again. The only way he would get some relief would be to unburden himself.
Dak wiped his mouth and rinsed it with some mouthwash before he opened the door. He gasped at the vision on the other side. Rebekah, still naked, still carrying a look of anger and confusion, stood on the other side.
****
Run, girl, run!
Rebekah hadn’t woken up until she felt cold, colder than when it hit her last night that Dak’s attentiveness had been an elaborate punishment. The phrase “fucked to death” applied to what Dak had done to her. If he didn’t want her, Rebekah knew what she would have to do. She needed to go.
Rebekah had gotten out of bed, determined to find some clothes and leave. She wouldn’t even tell Dak goodbye. He probably wouldn’t have cared anyway. She had stopped at the bathroom door for a moment if only to make sure he remained occupied for a while. Then she’d heard something she never expected to hear after her punishment. Dak had gotten sick. Did he feel bad for what he’d done to her?
Rebekah crossed her arms over her chest and squared off with this man. Before she left, she had to get something off her mind.
“I didn’t deserve that last night.” Rebekah took a deep breath before she continued speaking. A subtle throbbing pulsated between her thighs that briefly rendered her speechless. She balled her hands into fists before speaking. “I know you were angry with me. I shouldn’t have tricked you.” She dropped her gaze and thought about her actions, both from yesterday and from her past. “I realize something. I’ve been manipulating people for a long time. With Master Blade, I pushed him to punish me. When I was a teenager, I would act out or dress a certain way to get a reaction from my father.” She stared into Dak’s eyes. “I’ve never found that being honest with people, with men, has worked in my favor. I put you in that same category, and I shouldn’t have. I should have been honest with you.” She took a step closer to him now that she found her voice. “What you did to me last night, making me come over and over again to hurt me, you made me feel like a piece of meat.”
“You want to leave?” Dak’s low voice rumbled over her.
Her clit twitched again. Rebekah shook her head.
“Why?”
Dak didn’t ask like he wanted her to go. He tone held curiosity and wonder. If Rebekah didn’t know any better, she had the impression that maybe he didn’t deserve her, deserve a good relationship.
“No one has ever regretted what they did to me.”
“How do you—” Dak stopped. He peered behind himself to look into the bathroom.
“I know in a traditional D/s relationship that there is no sex. I get that. And I know you’re trying hard to show me the true Lifestyle.” She shook her head. “I won’t apologize for desiring you, Sir.”
The longer she stared at Dak, the more she felt her small bit of power slipping away again. Rebekah dropped her gaze again as she waited for his response.
“Do you think you should be talking to a Dom this way?” Dak put his hands to his hips and glared at her.
Rebekah waited a beat before lifting her gaze again. “I don’t know. I’ve never been with a good Dom before.”
She watched Dak’s jaw flex at the intended dig. Rebekah expected to be punished again. Maybe he would throw her out of his home this time. Or he could do what he did to her last night. At that thought, she shuddered.
Dak took a few steps in her direction. Determined not to cave, Rebekah remained in her spot. She kept her legs together when she felt her knees knocking together.
Instead of touching her or squaring off against her, Dak sat on his bed. He rested his large hands on his knees, then took a deep breath. Rebekah faced him while keeping her hands clutched together.
Keeping his stare on her, Dak spoke. “What I did to you last night is something called forced orgasm. It is a real play in the Lifestyle. I messed up doing it on you. To do this, all parties have to consent. I took that away from you. I can’t apologize enough for doing that. You’re right. You didn’t deserve to be treated that way.”
To hear his sincere words kickstarted Rebekah’s heart. She waited a beat before taking a step closer to him. Her instinct to flee escaped her. Deep down, she recognized that Dak needed her. Her Dom needed her.
“I told you that I didn’t apply for the police department because of my dyslexia. That’s part of the reason. I’m a very black-and-white type of person.”
She peered down at herself, then at Dak.
“No, not in color.” He hitched a smile at the corner of his mouth. “I only see things as right and wrong. If I think something is wrong, I suddenly become judge, jury, and executioner. In the military, that behavior helped me out in a lot of situations. Then I became uncontrollable. My anger would get to the point where I was lethal.”
She remained frozen to her spot. Rebekah didn’t fear him. She marveled at the fact that he sounded so much like her, so afraid to admit she needed help at times.
Dak sat up taller as he continued his confessions. “I learned how to control my temper; at least I thought I did. How I handled that situation with Doc when you first ran away, I could have been better about it. I didn’t have to throw his keys in the woods. And the old me would have done more to him. I could have hurt him. I could have put him in the hospital. That’s what I mean. I didn’t let him say anything to me because in my mind, he was wrong, and that was it. If I’m a cop, and I see someone I think is breaking the law, I’m afraid of what I’ll do to him or her.”
“I don’t believe you.” Rebekah’s voice came out a lot stronger than she thought it would.
Dak shook his head. “I wouldn’t lie about that. If I think someone’s done something wrong, it’s hard for me to see another side to the situation. It’s the same way I felt about what you did yesterday. If you had just told me what you wanted, we could have talked about it.”
“I did. You knew I wanted you. You said you didn’t want lines to be blurred.” She moved in closer to him.
“I don’t. The last thing I want to do is to drag you int
o my crazy world.”
Rebekah dropped down to her knees in front of him. While staring into his eyes, she started undoing his boots. She wanted him to see from her actions that she could take anything he dished out. She wanted to stay.
With both shoes off, after removing his socks, she placed one foot on her lap and rubbed it. “I will never lie to you again, Sir.” Rebekah hoped he caught the seriousness in her stare.
“I won’t either.” Dak took a deep breath. “I can’t deny that I want more from our arrangement.” He stood. “Up.”
Rebekah blinked before rising to her feet.
Dak pointed to the bed. “Lie down on your stomach.”
Rebekah hesitated before Dak took a step back and pointed to the bed. She allowed her gaze to drop down for a moment to check if he had been aroused. Although her clit throbbed being this close to him, and after what had happened last night, her poor body couldn’t take much more. Maybe he had planned to take her anally this time since he spared her from that act last night.
“Now.” Dak nodded to the bed.
Rebekah balled her hands into fists before moving to the bed. She positioned herself on her stomach and turned her face toward Dak. She wanted him to see her expression. She opened herself up to him. She hoped he recognized that.
Dak climbed onto the bed. He straddled her legs. He pressed his knees into the sides of her legs, keeping her trapped. Ordinarily the feeling would have calmed her. Rebekah’s nerves ramped up again. Her stomach tightened. She even clenched her ass cheeks.
Rebekah felt Dak brushing her hair off her back and to the side. She swallowed hard again. She panted as she waited for the next move, the next touch.
As soon as Rebekah felt his fingertips on her shoulders, she jumped. Dak smoothed his tips down her back, over her spine. The light touch awakened her senses. The tickling sensation shook her body as Dak continued sweeping his large digits over her flesh in such a delicate fashion that it relaxed her. Rebekah’s body settled into the mattress as Dak cared for her.
When she felt the bed move under his weight and his lips on her back, Rebekah moaned. She tucked her arms under the pillow where she rested her head. While he danced his fingertips down the sides of her body, he planted small kisses over the same spots he’d caned and flogged just hours ago.
Dak scooted down the bed. Rebekah’s breath caught as soon as she felt him blowing his over her ass. His cool breath eased the heat she still felt from his rough discipline. He kissed along spots where Rebekah imagined red welts existed.
Dak pressed his lips against her cheek and moved over to the other side. He busied his hands by allowing them to massage her ass and move down to her thighs. Rebekah couldn’t help but feel captured, controlled, owned.
Coolness met her back as soon as Dak sat up.
“Turn over,” he commanded.
Without question, Rebekah spun her body over while managing to remain nestled between Dak’s legs.
“I should have done this last night.” Dak lowered his head and kissed Rebekah’s nipples.
The soft, delicate way he treated her body seemed in conflict with what he did to her last night. Her discipline had been harsh. Rebekah had felt it with each aggressive stroke in her pussy and each hit to her back with the flogger.
As she thought about Dak’s actions, she realized he had taken care of her as soon as she uttered her safe word. Calling him Master Blade had been an unintentional slip. No way with how Dak treated her now that she could mistake Dak for that asshole.
Dak had held her as soon as he brought her to bed. Rebekah remembered looking at the digital clock next to Dak’s bed through her tears and seeing how long he had held her. Master Blade wouldn’t have done that. He would have put her in a drawer. He would have discounted her.
Rebekah felt her throat tightening as Dak licked her breast. He dragged his tongue around the sides of her tit like he wanted to erase the marks he must have added when he wrapped the rope around it. He moved to the other tit and gave it the same treatment, laving it like he wanted to erase what had happened.
When Dak moved down her body, kissing her sensitive flesh along the way, Rebekah’s body tightened like before. She’d never been attended to like this from anyone. Dak parted her thighs and made himself comfortable between them.
Using his thumbs, he parted her labia. Rebekah had expected him to lick her, taste her. She could almost feel her juices running out of her.
Dak blew his breath over her aching clitoris. Rebekah arched her back as she sank into the feeling. This man knew how to play with her body. He continued sweeping his soothing breath over her intimate core. When he kissed her inner thighs, she broke.
The scratching that had consumed her throat now became a tightening that would only be relieved if she open her mouth and released the cry she’d been holding back. When she blinked, tears that filled her itchy eyes rolled down the sides of her face. Rebekah threw her forearm over her eyes to hide them from Dak. She didn’t want him thinking she didn’t want this. She wanted this attention.
Rebekah opened her mouth and the cry she’d been holding back emitted from her mouth. She gasped and turned her face to the side.
“I want us to have sex.” Dak’s voice came out calm and quiet.
Rebekah removed her arm from over her eyes and peered down at him. Seeing him between her thighs had her imagining him pumping himself in and out of her. As much as her body screamed for more, Rebekah knew better. Her sore clit and achy nipples just needed more rest to recover.
She opened her mouth to comply with his wishes. As a good submissive, she understood her role.
“Not now.” Dak crawled up her body and gave her a quick kiss on her lips. While over her face, he continued speaking. “As much as I want to deny the fact that we’re good together in bed, I can’t. I’m serious when I say that sex doesn’t exist in a traditional D/s relationship.” He put his hand on the side of her face. He brushed a tear with his thumb. “Nothing about us is traditional, is it?”
Rebekah managed to smile.
“For however long this lasts, I want us to explore everything we can. That includes sex and different types of play. Do you agree with that?”
Unable to speak, Rebekah nodded.
Dak cocked his head. “Speak to me.”
“Y-y-yes. Yes. That’s what I want.” She wiped her face with her hand. “If you want to do it now, I can—”
Dak shook his head. He peered off to the side. “You’ve gotten up too early. Stay in bed a little longer. Get some sleep.” He kissed her forehead before standing up.
“But, Sir, I promised to make you breakfast.” Rebekah sat up on her elbows.
“There will be other mornings.” Dak padded to the bathroom.
“You want me to come in to bathe you?” Rebekah started to get off the bed when Dak held up his hand to halt her.
“You get out of that bed and I’ll discipline you.” His expression went deathly serious.
Rebekah folded her legs back in bed and sought refuge under the comforter. “Sir?”
Dak peered back at her before disappearing into the bathroom.
“Would you talk to a submissive this way?”
Dak studied her face before allowing a small smile to peek through. “No.” He closed the bathroom door behind himself.
Rebekah sank into the bed and brought her knees up to her chest. She couldn’t believe she almost walked out on this man. Now she couldn’t wait to see what else he had in store for her.
****
Dak watched Rebekah get ready for the night’s events. Standing naked in Dak’s room, she brushed her hair.
Just thinking about her sweet sex and how he eased her pain just blowing his breath over it, made his cock throb again. He corraled his urge to lick her slick, pink pussy. Not everything about being a Dom had to do with him and what he wanted. He had a submissive under his care now. If she couldn’t perform, she wouldn’t be any good to him. If he had any chance of making it o
ut of the house with her, he had to get her body off of his mind.
As he watched her spread unscented lotion over her body, he said, “I can’t tell you if all Doms and Dommes expect this, but for me, I like watching my submissive get dressed.”
“And undressed?” She winked at him.
He smiled. “Naturally. But I wouldn’t see that very often.”
“Why?”
He stood. “I expect my sub to be naked twenty-four/seven.” He picked up a garment he had sitting on his bed. “Put this on.”
She held up the frock. Admittedly, he didn’t have the best taste in clothing. If clothing didn’t have to do with something thermal, flannel, or camouflage, he didn’t know what looked fashionable.
“Are we going to church?” She stepped into the flowered dress, then zipped it up on the side.
“No. Church is a place with the most hypocritical and nosiest people I’ve ever encountered, so I avoid it and just make my peace with God when I’m home.” He opened his top dresser drawer and pulled out another gift for Rebekah, one he’d gotten that day when he’d driven into town during lunch. “Put these on.”
She held up the thong panties with a vibrator attachment in the panty. Without question, she slipped on the underwear. To ensure everything had been arranged in the right spot, he pulled up her dress and felt for the attachment, which happened to be right by her clit. Through the panties, he rubbed his thumb over her sensitized nub.
She braced her hands on Dak’s arms. “If you keep that up, I won’t make it out of the house.”
He drew his hand back, then ducked into his bathroom. “We’re leaving this house.” He washed his hands. While he dried them, he stared at her from the doorway. “And you’re not going to come, understand?”
“Not going to come? Are we going to a hotel?”
He shook his head. He pointed down to her feet, his nonverbal way of telling her to put on her shoes.
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