Blissfully Hers: Bliss Series, Book Seven

by Hall, Deanndra

  “For being an amazing gentleman.”

  “I wasn’t being much of a gentleman this morning when you were sucking my cock,” I say, pretty fucking proud of myself. I said it without her insisting! Boy, a year ago I could’ve never brought myself to say that word. I’ve either come a long way or I’m sliding so far downhill that I don’t realize it. Either way, it feels kinda good.

  “You weren’t supposed to be a gentleman then. You were supposed to be a horny stud. Congratulations―you succeeded!” I love that laugh.

  “Well, thank you. Now come on. I’ve got to get back to the office.”

  I take her hand as we walk to the car. “Did Boone give you more grief?”

  “Nah. He actually apologized as I was leaving to come here.”

  “No! Really? Well, that’s good, right?”

  “I guess. I’m not sure. He’s either sorry for treating me the way he did, or he’s greasing the skids for a surprise attack. I don’t know which.”

  “You’re quite the optimist,” she says and laughs again as I’m holding the car door for her.

  Before I close the car door I tell her, “Yeah, well, you don’t know my brothers. They’re … you just don’t know my brothers.”

  But once I’m in the car with the door closed, I turn to her. I’ve got to get this right. “Dani, seeing you like that, it’s tearing me up. I just … Tell me you’re going to be okay. If you’re not, don’t go back. Please. I mean it.”

  The look she gives me is stern. “Submissive, you have no say in this.”

  Now I’m just getting frustrated. “Let’s forget about all the Dominant and submissive stuff, okay? This is a man and a woman talking, and this man is worried about this woman. Teaching shouldn’t be a dangerous profession. I think I’m justified in being worried.”

  She’s quiet for a few seconds, and I know she’s thinking about what I’m saying. “You’re right, you know. It’s not supposed to be dangerous. This has never happened before, Brandt, and I don’t anticipate it happening again.”

  “You didn’t anticipate it happening this time,” I point out.

  “I know, but still …”

  Something pops into my head. “Would you consider taking some self-defense classes?”

  She nods slowly. “Yes. Yes, I would. I think I’d feel more confident if I did that.”

  “Good. I’ll help you look for some kind of class if you want.”

  “Okay.” She falls silent, looking out the car window. I press the button on my key fob and the engine of my car starts to purr.

  When we roll to a stop in the parking lot at the club and I slip the car into park, she sits there for a bit, saying nothing. I just can’t take it anymore and I ask, “Dani? You okay?”

  That beautiful face. There’s something there, something I can’t decipher, until she says, “Brandt? You do know I care for you, right?”

  I nod. “I hope so.”

  “I really do. Care for you, I mean. You’re important to me, important enough that even though I’m your Dominatrix, there’s more to it than all that. I hope you feel the same way.”

  “I do.” I want so badly to say, I love you, Dani, but I don’t dare. “If I didn’t care for you, I wouldn’t be here right now. I would’ve told you to catch a cab. I sure as hell wouldn’t be helping you find a self-defense class. And I wouldn’t be worried sick about you going back into the classroom after this.”

  “I get that. I do.”

  “Good. Then know that regardless the fact I’m your submissive, I’m here for you as a friend. If you need me, you can count on me.” She grows quiet again, and I can tell something’s bothering her. “Babe, what’s going on in that beautiful mind of yours?”

  “Brandt, do you think …” Then she stops.

  “What?” Whatever this is, it must be serious.

  It takes her a bit to start again. “Do you think … This kid attacking me, do you think that’s God’s way of punishing me?”

  Now I’m really confused. “Punishing you? For what?”

  “For, you know … For being kinky. For being different. Do you think―”

  “Whoa! Stop right there.” I never dreamed we’d get into this conversation, but I might as well jump in with both feet. “No. I do not believe God’s punishing you for anything.” I have to summon up everything inside me to put this hat back on, but this is what she needs from me right now, and I’ve got to give it to her. “However we are, whoever we are, that’s how we were made to be. As long as it’s not illegal and the people involved are in agreement, it’s perfectly okay.”

  “You don’t really believe that. You were a minister,” she points out.

  “I do most certainly believe that. Hell, my whole damn family’s kinky, and we’re all Baptists. One of my dad’s brothers married a woman who was raised Catholic, and he converted and raised all his kids in the Catholic church. It’s just who we are.”

  “But doesn’t the Christian Bible teach against having sex outside marriage?”

  “Yeah, and it also teaches having more than one wife, but we don’t do that, do we?” She starts to say something, but I just keep going. “Look, if there’s anything I learned in seminary, it’s that all of this stuff is open to interpretation. When I was a minister, I taught the doctrine of the church in which I was a minister. But the truth is, I didn’t necessarily agree with everything the Baptist church taught. I wouldn’t agree with everything the Methodist church taught, or the Lutheran, or Episcopalian, or Catholic, or Pentecostal. I really believe we have to take all that, sift through it, take what belongs to us, walk away from what doesn’t, and live our lives in what’s right for us and the people we love. That’s it. All the rest is just rules, and we’ve got enough rules already.”

  “You don’t think what we’re doing is wrong?”

  “I think it might be wrong for some people, but it’s not wrong for us. Look, does working with a submissive bring you joy?”

  She mulls that over for a few moments before she says, “Yeah, I guess it does.”

  “And does it bring your submissive joy?”

  A little giggle escapes her lips. “I dunno. Does it?”

  I can’t help but grin. “Yes. It does. So is it wrong?”

  “By the measuring stick you just offered me, no. It wouldn’t be.”

  My hand slaps the steering wheel. “Exactly! So no. You’re not being punished. You got hold of a kid whose parents haven’t done a very good job of raising him, and for reasons we’ll never understand, you’re the one who caught the brunt of their bad parenting. But look at it this way.” Now I’m on a roll. “You’re going to press charges, right?”

  “Already have.”

  “Okay. And he’ll go to juvie, right?” She nods. “That may be the best thing that could happen to him. He’ll get an education while he’s there, he’ll be supervised, and he’ll have to use some manners and follow the rules. So maybe, just maybe, beating on you will be the thing that turns his life around.”

  Reaching across the console, she takes my hand and squeezes it. “Thank you. Thank you for caring about me. You are possibly the nicest person I’ve ever met.”

  “Oh, wow―thanks!”

  “You’re welcome. I mean it. I should let you go back to work, but thanks for bringing me to get my car, thanks for letting me stay the night, thanks for … everything. Thanks for everything, Brandt.” She leans toward me and I meet her halfway for a sweet little kiss. When she breaks away, she runs a finger down my cheek and I feel myself shiver. “Can you come here tonight? I need to be here.”

  “I can. What time?”

  “Seven?”

  I nod. “Yep. Seven it is.”

  “It’ll be rough for you, but I need it. Think you can handle that?” she asks with a wink.

  “For you? I’ll give it my best shot, Mistress!”

  Something passes across her face, an expression I’ve never seen before. “Brandt, I …” There’s a moment of hesitation before sh
e says, “I’ll see you this evening. Bye.” And she practically leaps from the car, slams the door, and runs to her own car.

  What the hell was that about? Weird―very weird. I really don’t know what to think about it except to wonder what she was about to say. I know what I hope she was about to say.

  But I’d really like to know for sure.

  Chapter Seven

  I spend the afternoon trying to get shipments scheduled to all the southwestern stores. In between those calls, I call around to some of the martial arts places in town. Four of them offer self-defense for beginners, and two of those are specifically for women. I’ve decided that if she wants me to go with her, I’ll go, so that’ll determine which kind of class she takes.

  The distribution system is glitchy this afternoon, and I’m gritting my teeth in frustration when I hear a tap at my door and look up to find Boone standing there. “Yeah?”

  “You’re still going to Santa Fe with me, right?”

  Shit! I forgot all about that! “Next week?”

  “Yeah. Leaving on Wednesday and we’ll be back on Sunday afternoon. I’m chartering a jet.”

  “Count me in. Is Melina going?”

  “Nope. Her morning sickness is finally calming down, but she’s afraid it’ll come back and she’d be miserable the whole time. There’s no point in her going if that’s the case, so she’s just staying here. Millie and Maurice will be at the house with her, so she’ll be okay.” I’m about to say something when he asks, “Is there anybody you’d like to bring with you?”

  No way am I going to tell him, but I will ask her, even though she’ll say no. “Nope. Can’t think of anybody.”

  “Not even beautiful?”

  One little slip-up―one―and he’s not about to let me forget about it. “Nope.”

  “What about Dani?”

  “Nope. She’d have to work. She’s a school teacher.”

  I don’t think I’ve ever seen my baby brother look so surprised. “You’re shitting me!”

  “Nope. Chemistry and physics.”

  “Well, I never would’ve guessed. Boy, would the kids in her classes be surprised to find out what she does after hours!”

  “Might do them some good to know how tough she is. One of them beat her up yesterday.” Damn it, I probably shouldn’t have said that.

  “What? Are you kidding me? Dear god! Is she okay?”

  “Yeah, she says she is. Looks terrible though. Black eye, bruised-up face. He’s in juvie. She’s having a hard time with it.”

  “Wow. If my kid ever did anything like that―”

  “That’s just it, Boone. Your kid would never do that. A child of mine would never do that. But we’re not the kind of people who’re raising kids these days. They’re being raised by people who don’t care, who want to be their friends, who let them do whatever they please, and this is the result.”

  Boone nods. “You’re right. I’d bust my kid’s ass for a lot less, and he knows it. Especially if he hit a woman. Juvie would be the safest place for him because they’d have to protect him from me. Gah, kids these days …” We’re both quiet for a few seconds before he says, “Well, if she needs anything, tell her to call us. Melina and I will do anything we can to help her if she’ll just call.”

  “Thanks. I appreciate it, and I know she will too.”

  “You’re welcome. So is she. Come over to the house this weekend and we’ll go fishing or something.” He turns to leave, then looks back over his shoulder. “I’m really glad you’re here, brother.”

  “Thanks. I’m glad to be here.” He disappears, and I hear him rustling around in his office for less than a minute before the sound of his boots on the stairs recedes. Boone spends a lot of time down on the sales floor, and people are always coming in, recognizing him, and asking if they can have a picture taken with him. My brother the sporting goods mogul is a celebrity in his own right. God knows women like him. When he was in college, he had women all over him―he and Brock both did. If I recall correctly, Blake didn’t do too badly in that way either. I suppose I had all the opportunities they did, but that wasn’t for me.

  Sometimes I wish it had been.

  By the time the afternoon’s over, I can barely wait to see Dani. I still wish I knew what she was about to say earlier, but it’s too late now. For reasons I don’t understand, sushi sounds good to me, so I stop on the way home and grab a couple of rolls. Once they’re finished, it’s almost time to go, so I rinse off quickly in the shower, put on fresh clothes, grab my bag, and head out.

  The club is quiet when I get there―most members don’t start showing up until about eight―but we both have to be at work tomorrow, so I’m guessing that’s why she suggested seven. Of course, quiet is relative to me because I’m in one of the private rooms, but when I stick my head out the doorway, there’s no booming stereo yet and no sounds of chatter. I’m about ten minutes early, so I do what she told me to.

  When she steps into the room, there I am, where I’ve been for the last ten minutes. Wearing nothing but the leather thong, I’m kneeling beside the bed, head down and open palms upward on my thighs. Of course, I can’t see her face, but I hope she’s pleased with me. Instead of speaking, she strides across the room, and I wonder what’s going on, but I don’t want to look up. I want to be the epitome of the well-behaved submissive tonight. The way her week has gone, she deserves that. And so I wait.

  The wait lasts for at least five minutes as I listen to her rummaging around on the far side of the room. What the hell is she doing? She moves from there to behind me and says, “Submissive, lift your head.” By the time I’m looking straight ahead, something’s pressed against my lips.

  Ball gag. Son of a bitch, I hate that thing. I start to say something, but she snaps out, “No talking,” and slips it into my mouth. I’m not fond of this idea at all. Matter of fact, this is kinda scary. I want to ask her what she’s planning to do, but I can’t with this thing in my mouth, and I doubt she’d tell me anyway. I’d just get a lecture on obedience and trust, I’m sure. By the time that thought evaporates, she’s put a blindfold on me, and I’m really starting to get nervous. While she’s behind me, something encircles my arm, and I find myself with my hands bound behind my back. The hair on the back of my neck begins to rise, and I have this funny feeling I should be worried.

  A soft humming sound comes from somewhere nearby, and I can’t identify it. It reminds me of the noise neon tube lighting makes when it’s going bad, but that makes no sense. I’m so curious that I can barely stand it when she says, “You can’t speak, so your safeword is tipping your head back and forth. Got that? Nod.” I do, and I’m wondering what she’s going to do that’s going to render me in need of a safeword.

  It takes about two seconds to figure it out when the pain hits. It’s like being attacked by fifty bees at the same time, and it travels as she drags something across my skin. That sound? It’s a zapping sound. It’s something electric, I’m not sure what, and it’s horribly uncomfortable. She runs it down the length of my spine and I can’t help but squirm. “Stings, doesn’t it?” I nod. “Look at you. Helpless. Let’s see what you can take, shall we?” The click of her boot heels rounds on me and then she’s in front of me. “My, my, my, this is going to be fun.”

  Those little shots of electricity hit one of my nipples and I almost scream behind the ball gag. After she’s chuckled at me, she says, “I think I’ll turn this up.” The buzzing sound grows louder, and there I am, still kneeling, my gut filling with dread. It draws closer and then ZAP! It hits my right nipple like a bolt of lightning and I make a sound that’s something like a squeal. I can’t help it. It hurts like a motherfucker.

  But I did something else, apparently, and I hear her say, “Don’t flinch. Take it like a big boy. Every time you flinch, you’ll be punished.” Inside my head I whine, Oh, dear god, if this is what she’s going to do to me, how will she punish me? That question is answered when she reaches down, pulls the cup of the thong
away from me, and drags it down under my balls. Oh, fuck me, I know what she’s about to do. “This is what happens when you flinch.”

  The pain is searing and instantaneous, and I see stars. I don’t think I can take this, and I have to believe my dick has scorch marks on it. It’s bound to. There’s no way around it. I feel tears sting my eyes, and I almost start tipping my head, but I want to do this. She’s not going to do anything that will injure me―I know that―so it’s my responsibility to be obedient to her. I want to be obedient to her, but god, I had no idea it was going to hurt this much. Before I have a chance to really settle down, she zaps my left nipple again and I gasp behind the ball gag. Hell, I didn’t have a chance to flinch that time―I didn’t know it was coming.

  This goes on for a good while as she zaps my nipples and trails whatever it is she’s using up and down my spine, down the sides of my ribcage―for the record, it hurts like a sumbitch―and up and down the insides of my thighs. I’m not hard. I’m so terrified I don’t think I could get hard if I had to. I hear the sound of the thing drop and I wonder what that’s about. “Now let’s see what else I can do with this.” Oh, please, I whine to myself, don’t let her stick that up my ass.

  But instead, she shoves it under my balls. Thing is, this time it’s not painful―it’s just, I dunno, arousing. Yeah. I can feel myself stiffening as she drags it from the underneath side up the front of them, and then trails it up my cock. By the time she reaches the tip, I’m hard as a rock and throbbing. “Oh, look at that. So pretty. I think you’ve got the most beautiful cock I’ve ever seen. We should pierce that thing.”

  No. That’s out of the question. I don’t care how I feel about her, that’s not happening, not now, not ever.

  “Hmmm. What am I going to do with that beautiful hard-on?” she murmurs, and I hear the wand snap off. She’s moving across the room, based on her footfalls, and I wait, wondering what she’s going to come up with this time. There’s some rustling around going on, and then she’s back. “Let’s get you up. Come on.” Hand under my elbow, she helps me stand, and then leads me somewhere across the room. “Slowly. Don’t want you to bang your shins.” When I feel them bump into something, I stop. “Okay, lift one foot and slide your knee forward.” It’s a bench or table of some kind, one of those pieces of equipment I didn’t understand, but I’m not sure which one. “Now lean down and rest your torso on it, then lift the other knee.” As soon as I do that, I know I’m on my knees, ass in the air. Quick as a breath, she’s bound my ankles to the thing, and when she’s finished with those, something goes around my waist. Is she going to put that electric thing up me? God, I hope not, I tell myself.