He stared at Moira. A sense of calm washed over him. “Thanks for letting me vent, Moira. You’re a good friend.”
She offered a small smile and shrugged her shoulders. Moira started to leave when he stopped her with his words.
“Hey, next time, will you not talk so much? You’re like a chatterbox.”
Moira laughed and nodded. She flashed him a thumbs-up sign as she headed back to her car.
Dak had to get himself out of the rain. He went back into his house, stripped, and showered. He’d hoped the warm water would soothe him. Instead it stirred up memories of all of the times he and Rebekah had spent in that very stall.
After getting dressed, Dak sat in his former dungeon in a chair that sat in the middle of the room. Everywhere he looked, his gaze fell on one of Rebekah’s paintings. The rendering of her father abusing her he couldn’t stand to frame. Rebekah must have created the image as a cathartic release, but that didn’t mean the piece needed to be glorified.
“I should have told her,” Dak said out loud to himself in the room. “She should have been told the truth.” He bowed his head and covered his eyes with his hands.
No amount of woodworking or new training or work could get her out of his mind. Every morning when he woke up, he agonized over her, over the mistakes he’d made. If he had to do it all over again, he would change so many things.
His doorbell chimed, followed by three hard knocks. Must be Moira again, ready to actually talk this time. Or maybe it Gordon wanted another favor. They had patched their friendship back up faster than Dak had expected. As soon as Gordon had another save that needed to be done, he’d found it in his heart to forgive his friend. Of course, Dak turned down the job. Dak had meant it when he’d told Gordon he no longer wanted to do any more saves right before he encountered Rebekah. After everything that had happened, he truly wanted out. He’d done a lot for SAFE. He deserved a break.
Another knock sounded on the door.
“Yeah, Gordon. Hold on.” Dak whipped the door open. “Keep your panties on.” His heart stopped when he saw Rebekah standing on his porch. He blinked a few times to make sure he hadn’t been dreaming.
“May I come in?”
Instead of verbally answering, Dak took a step to the side. She sauntered by him, her perfumed body hypnotizing him with her flowery aroma.
Dak pointed to a chair in his living room, but he, himself, didn’t sit, couldn’t sit. He paced in front of her like he’d done with Moira.
“I am going to be straight up with you.” He glanced at her. “Yes, as soon as I found out that I would be saving you from Blade, I wanted to take you from him because he was the one who had taken Lil’ Mary from me. This is that whole black-and-white issue I was telling you about.”
Rebekah said nothing. Her glare seared a hole right through him, and the only way he would be able to repair it would be to keep telling her the truth and hope she accepted it.
Dak continued talking just to be able to keep Rebekah seated. “But that wasn’t the only reason I wanted to do the job. Gordon, um, Sire Steel, showed me your picture. As soon as I saw your eyes, I wanted to help you.” He held up his hand like an overgrown Boy Scout. “God’s honest truth. I didn’t even know you, and I wanted you. I wanted to help you. Then when I saw you in that drawer…”
Rebekah turned her head away in shame.
“…I couldn’t help but want to save you.” Dak stopped walking and dropped down to his knees at her feet. “As soon as we had sex, I should have told you right there and then about the whole situation. But I’ve never had to explain myself to anyone. And I’ve never made an emotional connection to a submissive until I met you.”
“What about with Lil’ Mary?” Rebekah asked.
Dak shook his head. “I wanted to be closer to her, but I always felt this barrier between us, like she was hiding something. You recognized it right away. Me being me, I completely missed it until I released her. I know now that no matter what I did, I couldn’t have made her happy. I beat myself up for a long time over that.” Dak held Rebekah’s hands. “You changed everything in me. I don’t know how I can possibly thank you enough.” He cupped her hand against his face. “If you never find it in your heart to forgive me, I’ll understand. But know this. I love you. I will always love you. If given a second chance, I promise you, I will be the man and the Dom that you want and need.”
Rebekah removed her hand from Dak’s face. Then she stood up. “Stand up.”
Dak blinked, not accustomed to being given orders.
When he didn’t move fast enough for her, Rebekah crossed her arms over her chest, cocked her hip, and glared at him. “Get. Up.” She spaced the words out to punctuate her intent.
Dak rose to his feet, never once taking his stare off her. “I know you’re not still my submissive anymore, but if you think you can speake to me like—”
“Follow me.” She marched to his bedroom.
Dak scratched his head as he followed her down to his bedroom. When he arrived, she stood by the head of the bed. With dusk settling, and the rain beating against the window, the darkened room seemed sinister than sexy.
“Get on the bed.” Rebekah pointed to the bed.
Dak shook his head. “Honey, it’s never been just about sex with us. I love you for your mind and your talent.”
She didn’t respond. Her lips drew into a tight line as she glared at the bed then back to Dak.
“Should I be naked for this?” he asked as he walked toward her.
“Did I ask you to strip?” She pointed to the bed again. “On your back.”
Dak stood nearly nose to nose with her, inhaling her intoxicating scent and trying to read the look in her eyes. No question, Rebekah meant business.
To oblige her, he sat on the bed, then swung his feet around to position himself on his back with his head resting on his pillow.
“Hands under your head.” She strolled down the side of the bed before turning to face him. “Relax.”
Without argument, Dak interlaced his fingers and slid his hands under his head.
Rebekah slipped out of her shoes, pulled up the hem of her dress and climbed on top of him, her sex resting right on top of his groin.
Dak blinked as soon as she mounted him. He started to move his hands to touch her thighs when she raised her hand in front of him.
“Don’t move.” She shook her head. Then she leaned down and brought her face directly over his. “I’ve wanted to do this for a long, long time.”
Hypnotized by the proximity, Dak closed his eyes and brought his head up hoping she wanted to kiss him as much as he wanted to lay one on her. He felt the bed move slightly and a clinking sound, something that seemed so familiar to him. Heavier than jewelry but not chains.
Chains. Dak opened his eyes as soon as he realized what could make that sound. Before he could see if he had been right, he felt cold steel around both wrists before the handcuffs he suspected she had clamped down on them.
Dak balled his hands into fists. “What are you doing?” He needed to remain calm. He hadn’t been able to tell if Rebekah came back to talk or exact some revenge.
This scenario could go one of two ways. She could forgive him and make love to him just like that, or she could douse the room and his house in gasoline and set the whole place ablaze.
“Go ahead and scream. No one will hear you. I remember hearing that before.” Rebekah snickered.
Christ. Possibly scenario two. Now would have been a good time for Gordon to intrude on his life.
“Oh wait. You might be a biter.” Rebekah crawled off him and stood next to the bed again. She slipped her hands under her dress and removed her panties. Then she resumed her position on top of him and shoved the wad into his mouth. “There. A gag for you.”
Although having Rebekah’s panties in his mouth topped a list of ultimate fantasies, right now Dak didn’t know where this treatment headed. He kept his gaze on her and swallowed hard. The seat of her panties res
ted against his tongue. He pressed the tip against it and found it wet.
The panties just got placed in his mouth and couldn’t have gotten wet by his saliva yet. Did this whole setup turn her on? His heart kept up its rapid pace but for a different reason now.
“You’re probably wondering why I have you chained up here. I’m part of a rescue group called SAVE. It stands for Submissives Aiding Vicious Extremists.” She held up her hand to him. “By ‘vicious’ I don’t mean violent. By that I mean that sometimes people do things and they don’t think it’ll hurt the other person. Do you know what I mean?”
Dak took her game seriously. He nodded and kept still.
“You hurt me.” She crossed her arms over her chest again. “What’s bad about you is that I trusted you. I hadn’t done that in a long, long time. You lied to me about why you saved me.”
Dak tried to speak but it came out garbled.
“You wouldn’t listen to me with that whole anal play thing.”
Even in the dim room, he saw her face and chest getting red with anger.
“I damn near begged you not to stop at my father’s house and you wouldn’t listen to me.”
Dak nodded. He had gone over each of those scenarios in his head over and over again and wished for each one that he could have done it all over again.
“I could have been killed that day.”
Dak, who had momentarily dropped his gaze from hers as she ticked down each of his offenses, brought his gaze back up to meet hers. He mumbled an “I’m sorry” but it came out strained.
Rebekah wiped her hand under her eyes. “Then I realized something with the help of Mistress Siren.”
Dak nodded, happy to hear that she’d found shelter with a good friend of his, one who apparently knew how to keep a secret.
“Although you pushed me to the brink, you were always there for me. You accepted me for who I was and tried to make me a better person.” She pulled her dress over her head to expose her nude body. “So Dak Ricci, I’m here to SAVE you in every sense of the word, because not so long ago, you risked your life to save me.” Her body undulated on top of his.
Dak groaned and moved his feet back and forth hoping she would be releasing him soon.
“I’m no angel either. I definitely put you through your paces and then some.” Rebekah reached down and started undoing Dak’s jeans.
He wondered if she could feel his hard cock pressing against his zipper.
“So if you can forgive me for all the times I ran away from you, for hitting you in the head with that lamp.” She leaned forward again, brushing her breasts in his face as she kissed the top of his head. “And especially when I spit in your face.” She broke her gaze from his and shook her head. “I’m so sorry about that.”
Dak nodded.
“Then I can forgive you. I love you, Dak. You asked me at one time why I wanted to be in the Lifestyle. Because of you, I want to stay in the Lifestyle. I hope with you, that you found the love of being a Dom again because of me.”
Dak wanted to tell her yes. He struggled to speak but with the panties still in his mouth, he couldn’t.
“So as payment –” Rebekah pulled his pants down and grabbed the base of his shaft. “—I’m going give you me.”
She slid the tip of his dick through her slick nether lips before plunging down. With him fully seated inside her, Dak leaned his head back and took in the intense feeling.
When he brought his face up, he watched Rebekah riding him, slow at first. She cupped her breasts and pinched her nipples.
“I’ve missed you so much.”
Dak wanted to say the same. He hated not being able to talk, and now hated himself that he did that to her when he first captured her. He opened his mouth as wide as he could and pushed his tongue against the silky fabric until the wad released from his mouth and fell over to the side.
“I love you.” Dak longed to say that to her. He couldn’t tell her his true feeling enough. “I’ve missed you so damn much.”
Rebekah rode him faster. She kept one hand on her breast while the other rested on his chest. “More. Keep talking to me. Tell me more.”
“You’re mine.” Feeling Rebekah’s tight channel constricting his shaft, he found it difficult to articulate his thoughts. He decided to relay what came from his heart.
She smiled and closed her eyes.
“You will always be mine. I don’t know what I would do if I had to spend another day without you.” Dak raised his hips to drive her further inside.
She lunged herself forward and pressed her lips against his. In between kisses, she said, “I’d like to serve you, Master Dak, if you’ll have me.” Rebekah kissed the side of his face. “You make me so happy. I feel like I can be myself, my real self with you.”
He kissed every part he could reach on her. Her cheek, her nose, her chin, her lips.
“I love you,” Rebekah said. Her body started to tremble. “If you can accept me as Rebekah, not Brea Oliphant, you can have me, all of me.”
Dak tried bringing his hands up to hold her but got a not-so-gentle reminder of his cuffed state. “I love you. I love you. I love you.” His legs shook.
“Master Dak?” She ground her sweet pussy into him.
“What, baby?”
“Tell me to come!”
“Do it!”
Rebekah screamed as she pressed her knees against his hips. Her body stilled for a moment before relaxing.
“Stay right there.” Dak thrust himself in and out of her, loving the feeling of her body pressed against his. “Yes!” He came deep in her.
At that moment, he felt so connected to her. As he came down, Dak relaxed his body back to the bed.
“Neat trick.” He wiggled his fingers at her.
Rebekah lifted her head to stare him in the eyes. “I didn’t plan on having sex with you. Cuffing you to the bed and telling you how I feel had always been the plan. I can’t resist you. You had me as soon as you opened the door. I would do anything for you, Master Dak.” She kissed him again to show him how she felt.
“Please take me out of these damn cuffs. I need to hold you.”
She laughed. “Yes, Sir.” She slowly pulled him out of her, then reached down to her dress. She pulled a small, silver key on a tiny key ring out of her pocket and made short work of undoing his handcuffs. “How did you like playing submissive?”
Dak sat up and rubbed his wrists. “Probably as much as you like playing Dominant.”
Rebekah smiled. “I have to admit. I do like it when you dominate me.”
“Then you won’t mind this.” Dak got out of bed, pulled his jeans up so that he could be able to walk, and threw Rebekah over his shoulder.
“Dak!” she squealed.
“That’s Master Dak to you.” He gave her a playful swat on her naked backside.
He carried her down to her old dungeon. Once in the middle of the room, he set her down on her feet. He watched her as she scanned the room, observing all of her framed paintings.
“I missed you so much,” he said. He rounded in front of her and pulled her collar out of his pocket. “I’ll ask you again, will you please be my submissive?”
Rebekah stared at the choker, but this time she looked at what dangled at the end of it, a ring.
“And will you be my wife?” he concluded.
He’d been carrying the two items around since the night of the party. Dak had hoped to one day be able to give them to her. He never thought he would get the chance. He thanked the Lord above that Rebekah had a big enough heart to forgive him.
She broke down into tears and hugged him, attempting to squeeze his breath from him.
“Is that a yes?” he asked as he held her.
“Yes, yes, I want to be collared by you. I want to be your wife. I want it all!” She stepped back, raised her hair, and waited for Dak to secure the item that let the world know that she belonged to him. Then she held up her left hand so that the vanilla world could see the symbol of
devotion.
“Let’s go back to bed.” Dak wrapped his arm around her waist. “I don’t think you even noticed what I had over the bed.”
“A mirror?”
Dak laughed so hard, his side hurt. “No, sweetie. Your picture of me. You’re right. It did belong in that room, exactly where it is now.”
She kissed him, pressing her naked body against his. When she broke from the kiss, she asked, “Master Dak?”
Dak led her upstairs to the main house and headed to his bedroom. “Yes?”
“I believe you owe me a session with a whip.” She smiled as she strolled along with him.
“I don’t know.”
She stopped smiling.
“I can’t decide if I should do that before or after the anal play.”
Then her smile firmed up again. “Whatever you wish. I trust you.”
Dak loved this part of the Lifestyle, the willingness of a submissive to give herself fully to her Dom. In BDSM play, he would chain her to his bed or on the vertical bar. However, their hearts and souls would be bound together forever.
About the Author
Best-selling author of interracial BDSM erotic romance, Bridget Midway has been published since 2005 with more than over six different small press and electronic publishers including Phaze Books, Parker Publishing, Loose Id, and Liquid Silver Books. The multi-award winning and award-nominated author has found her niche with readers with her scintillating interracial BDSM erotic romance including the 2008 EPPIE Award finalist, Love My Way, and 2010 Romance Slam Jam Steamy Novel of the Year finalist, Corporate Needs.
With more than 23 published short stories, novellas, and novels under her belt, she shows no signs of stopping. For more information on Bridget Midway, go to her website at http://www.BridgetMidway.com/
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