Silken Desires

by Laci Paige

  Sure, she’d be jealous of the other woman, but he might as well be content. No reason he couldn’t be happy, and help to meet her own needs at the same time.

  Chapter Six

  Later that same night, a knock at the door jolted Jonathan from his reading.

  Roxi went to answer the door. “It’s for you.” She hesitated before actually opening it. He cocked his head, and she smiled.

  Swinging the door open, Roxi immediately stepped to the side to reveal none other than the flight attendant, Linda. Jonathan sat upright. He hadn’t actually seen her since he abruptly left her at the airport to care for Roxi.

  “Aren’t you going to say hello?” Roxi asked.

  “Yes, of course.” He stood. “I wasn’t expecting a visitor.” He narrowed his eyes, giving his face a dangerous edge. Roxi looked to the floor and dropped her arms to her sides in submission as he walked past her. “Hello, Linda. This is a nice surprise.” He held his hands out in front of him in greeting, and took her hands.

  “You were in the shower when I phoned; Roxi called me back, and told me to swing by. I hope that’s okay?” Her voice filled with excitement, and her face was simply beautiful. How could he turn her away?

  “Come in.” He shot Roxi a menacing gaze. “Linda, have a seat, and I’ll get you a drink.” He showed her to the couch, and when Roxi joined them he grasped Roxi by the arm. “Come,” he whispered in her ear.

  Once in the kitchen, he stood close to Roxi and looked down into her face. “Why, Angel? Why would you invite that woman to your home?”

  At hearing her pet name, she dropped her chin. “For you, Sir. You’ve been cooped up in this house taking care of me, and I thought you could use a night out.”

  “You, Angel, are not to think about what I want or what I need. I’ll take Linda out and enjoy myself, but not because you set this up, it’s because Linda is a nice woman who doesn’t deserve to be sent away. I’ll deal with you when I return.” He saw her shudder, and then he spun away from her and left.

  ***

  “Is this where you bring all of your dates?” Linda eyed the clientele at Stan’s, the local tapas bar that also housed the members-only BDSM club, Underground Decadence. They sat at the bar watching those around them while they waited for a table.

  “No, I don’t date.” He watched her closely looking for signs that she might be interested in his lifestyle, because when she removed her jacket she wore a dark gray strapless mini dress with heels that made his dick hard when he looked at them. His thoughts strayed to sliding her dress down over her breasts, and pushing the hem up to play with her pussy. “Why do you ask?”

  “People here seem to know you.” She hadn’t looked at him once since they arrived. A table full of men and women dressed in leather, and a few more customers walking around looked the part of his BDSM world.

  “I spend a lot of time here. It’s close to home.” He raised his beer to Frank, one of the Doms from the club, who was seated across the room. Frank gave him a curt nod.

  “Oh.” Her head spun in the direction Jonathan had been looking.

  Jonathan raised his hand to Master Kyle, owner of the bar and club. The man walked over, stuffing a towel inside a martini glass, twisting the cotton around to dry the water droplets. “What’s going on tonight?” Jonathan nodded his head toward the leather clad bunch carrying on at the table nearest them.

  “Frank’s on tonight. It’s gonna be a wild one.” Judging by the look on Kyle’s face, it would be extreme.

  “So, it’s all clear tonight, Stan?” He looked at the black door marked “Private” that led down to the exclusive club. “Stan” was a code word of sorts pertaining to the availability of the club downstairs.

  “Thinking you might play tonight?” Kyle asked.

  “Oh, you play in a band?” Linda looked back and forth between them, and both men chuckled.

  “We’ll see,” said Jonathan, to Kyle. “Linda, I’d like you to meet my friend Kyle. Kyle this is Linda, she’s the flight attendant I met on the way back from Jake and Kristy’s wedding.”

  Kyle lifted her hand toward his mouth brushing his lips across her knuckles. Her look went from confused to blushing. “Nice to meet you, Linda.” Kyle was an older man, but he knew how to charm the ladies, no matter their age.

  Kyle turned his attention back to Jonathan “Are they back from the honeymoon yet?” When Jonathan shook his head, Kyle grew serious, and asked, “How’s Roxi doing?”

  “Better every day. Speaking of, I need to discuss something with you. Do I need to set up an appointment?” Jonathan pulled a swallow from his beer. He wanted to get Kyle’s professional and confidential take on Roxi and her needs.

  “No, I’m free all day tomorrow. Stop by whenever.” Kyle placed the dried glass on a shelf above the bar.

  “Thanks, Kyle.”

  A woman stood nearby waiting for the bartender to serve her, so Kyle left with a wink. “You betcha. Nice to meet you, pretty lady.”

  Linda faced Jonathan full on. “So I’m confused, is his name Stan or Kyle?”

  “Caught on to that did you?” He laughed. “If you’re a good girl, I’ll tell you later.”

  They sat around mostly people-watching while learning more about one another, and then the lights dimmed. He ordered another round of drinks for them.

  “Must be ten o’clock.” Jonathan looked toward the ceiling.

  “Why’s that?” Linda asked, following his gaze.

  “The lights dim at ten. Usually there is a band, but tonight they have a DJ.” Not a minute later the DJ picked up the microphone and introduced himself as the evening’s entertainment. Jonathan leaned toward her. “Is this going to be all right? Or should we go somewhere else?”

  “Let’s stay, please? Do you dance? I love to dance.” Her eyes widened with excitement. This woman would be easy to please.

  He nodded his head. “Yes, I dance. Go put in a few requests for some songs and I’ll be right back.” She took off for the stage while he pulled out his phone.

  How are you doing? He texted Roxi.

  She immediately replied, and he smiled. I’m fine. Don’t worry about me.

  I want you by the door kneeling when I arrive. In fact, for your punishment, go kneel there now, and stay until I arrive.

  Yes, Sir. Clothing or no?

  Clothing is fine, Angel. Now go.

  Yes, Sir.

  He knew she was kneeling and that she would continue to do so until he told her otherwise. She’d had always been so obedient to his word when they played, and never gave him any problems.

  Since Roxi clearly wanted nothing to do with him sexually, and so much as said so by sending him off with another woman, he let loose and enjoyed himself. After a couple more hours of drinking and dancing closely with Linda, he just had to have her. “Linda.” He said her name in her ear as he danced behind her. She backed her body into his and he pressed his hard cock against her. She spun around and hugged him close, pulled his neck down, and nibbled on his ear, moaning. Starting at the top of her back, he slowly slid his hand to her ass and gave it a good hard squeeze. Her fingers danced over his chest, down his abs, and to his shaft. She rubbed his hardness through denim. It was dark, the music pumping, and the dance floor packed. No one could see her hand fondling his manhood. He didn’t care if they did anyway.

  Jonathan leaned his head back and his eyes rolled in his head. “Linda, I want you.”

  “I want you too. Now, preferably.” To emphasize the point she ground her hips into him. He took her hand and went to the end of the bar by the door marked “Private”, and gave Kyle a nod. Kyle smiled and buzzed them in.

  Behind the closed door he pushed her against it, kissing her deeply. He felt a twinge of guilt that his true love was home kneeling for him, but he knew he couldn’t let her back into his heart. Even if she hadn’t sent him away with another woman, he wasn’t strong enough.

  “This is a private part of the club where I belong. If any of t
his scares you, tell me and we’ll leave.” His lips trailed down her neck, biting her.

  She squealed, and laughed. “What? Is this a sex club or something?”

  He paused and looked at her. “Not exactly, but would that be a problem for you?”

  “Never been before, but I like adventure. Not much shocks or scares me.” She didn’t look frightened so he led her down the stairs to his preferred room, Room Four.

  Inside, he flipped the light switch and let her walk in on her own. He looked at the room and tried to see it through her eyes. A bed, a desk with a wash basin and pitcher, a chair and a standalone closet, it looked normal to him.

  She sat on the bed and smoothed her hand over the comforter. “So how is it that you have the key to this room in a sex club?”

  “It’s my room. I work here.” He waited for her to protest and ask to leave, but she said nothing. Walking toward her he held out his hand. She stood and reached for him while staring into his eyes, and damn that was hot.

  “Before we do this, are you attached to anyone?” she asked.

  “That’s a complicated question, but let me say this. If we have sex right now, no one will be upset or complain about it, and I’d be free to do it again.” That was only half true, he’d bet money that Roxi would file a complaint, but he wasn’t hers to hear it. “You?”

  “I travel a lot, and I have a few guys that I call on. Nothing serious, and I’m not looking to get serious either, no attachments is my motto when it comes to men. I’ve wanted you since I saw you on my plane.” She gyrated against him, moaning.

  He grabbed her by the back of the neck and kissed her hard. A whimper escaped her throat. He ripped the top of her dress down exposing her rock hard nipples on a set of large perky breasts. Grabbing one breast as he kissed her, his dick throbbed like it hadn’t in a long time. Linda hurriedly reached for his belt.

  Once she unbuckled, unbuttoned and unzipped him, her hand slid into his boxers, and wrapped around his length, stroking it. He sucked air in through his teeth. It felt so damn good. It had been a while since he was this spontaneous. In fact, the only time he behaved like this is when he realized Roxi had left him for good. He found a new conquest every night for several months until he tired of it.

  His balls tightened and he pushed Linda’s hand away. “You’ve had your fun. Now do as I say. If at any time you’re not comfortable, just say, ‘red’, like the traffic light, and I’ll stop.”

  Her posture stiffened, but she nodded her head.

  “Are you sure about this?” he asked.

  “Yes.”

  “What will you say if you want me to stop doing what I’m doing?” He cupped both her cheeks and held them firm to make sure she looked him directly in the eyes.

  “Red.”

  “Yes, good girl.” He kissed her nose. “To the bed,” he ordered. She walked to the bed and turned to face him. “I didn’t say to turn, did I?”

  “No.” She shook her head looking at him in question.

  “Do exactly as I say if you want to please me. Turn around, face the bed, and bend over.” He pointed to the bed and motioned for her to turn.

  She leaned over the bed resting on her elbows. “Like this?”

  He swatted her butt and she yelped. “No talking unless I say. Understood? And you’ll address me as Sir.”

  “I understand, Sir.”

  He ran his hands down her back to the hem of her dress and raised it as he’d wanted to all night. Exposing her ass with a hot pink thong running along the crack, his dick came close to exploding. “Have you ever been spanked before?”

  “No.”

  “No, Sir,” he corrected.

  “No, Sir,” she repeated.

  Massaging her ass and jiggling it around, he asked, “Will you allow me to be your first?”

  She hesitated a moment. “Will you spank me hard? Will it hurt?”

  “Not if you don’t want me to.” He waited, giving her a moment while she thought about it.

  “I think, yes. I’ll try it and see what it’s like, but not hard.” His heart sped up at her words, and his dick was in constant need, but that would have to wait.

  “That pleases me very much.” He left her at the bed and retrieved a blindfold and a short length of rope. “I’m going to blindfold you and tie your wrists together. If this becomes a problem, say your safeword, ‘red’.” When he lowered the blindfold over her head he noticed her breathing increased. “Do you want to use your safeword yet, and call this off?” He trailed his fingers along the side of her breast.

  “No, Sir.” Her voice came out in a breathless whisper. He grinned. She was getting worked up like he’d suspected she would.

  “Stand.” And she did. He pulled her wrists together in front of her body and then tied them loosely with his cut of rope. “Is this all right?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Good. Lean back over the bed.” She did, and he began rubbing her ass again. Smack! Smack! He gave her two good hard smacks, one on each cheek to see how she would respond. “How did that feel?”

  “Good, Sir,” she purred.

  “Do you want more?” Her ass turned instantly pink and he expected her to say no.

  “Yes, Sir.” She wiggled her hips. His dick twitched.

  He smacked her twice again, and she moaned. “Remember to say your safeword if you want this to stop. I won’t remind you again.” Two more smacks. He rubbed her warming skin. Two more. She moaned and the sound vibrated through him. Two more and her ass turned a nice shade of pink. “Your ass is beautiful in pink. I want to fuck you now.”

  “Oh, yes please!” She whined. Smack! Smack! Those two were harder than the others.

  “Sweet, sweet girl, you failed to address me as Sir.”

  “Sorry, Sir. Please fuck me, Sir! The harder the better, I like it rough.” Who the fuck was this perfect woman and where did she come from, because he planned to give her what she wanted, and enjoy every second of it.

  He walked to the desk, pulled out a condom, and sheathed his cock as it stuck out painfully from his jeans. Positioning behind her, he pulled his jeans down a little so the zipper wouldn’t rub on her skin. He made it a habit to never remove his clothing while having sex with anyone. It was too personal, too intimate.

  He pulled Linda’s thong to her ankles where it dropped around her heels. Testing her, he rubbed his digits between the slick folds of her pussy. “Very wet, very nice.” He rubbed his cock up and down her slit to ready himself for her. Then he shoved it in, slamming her hard, pulling her hips toward him until he was completely buried inside of her, and then he fucked her.

  “Yes! Sir, faster, harder!” she cried.

  He slowed his efforts, and pulled out. “You don’t tell me how. I call the shots.” He smacked her ass.

  She whimpered and his cell phone vibrated in his back pocket. Sighing, he checked to make sure it wasn’t Roxi with a problem. Instead he saw a text from Jake telling him to call back. Jonathan sighed. “You’ll get your wish anyway.” He slapped her on the ass a few times and then shoved back into her, fucking her hard and as fast as he could move. She hung on to the bed moaning in pleasure, until she screamed close to release.

  Her cries did him in and his need became urgent. “Come now!” His hips thrust against her slamming balls deep inside. He spanked her with one hand, the other holding onto her hip. By the second smack, he could feel her pussy gripping his cock. His seed shot out and he felt like he could come forever. When he finally finished, she was still going and he pumped in and out a few more times until she let out one last shrill cry and collapsed face-first onto the bed.

  He slid out of her and helped her up then removed the blindfold allowing her eyes to readjust to the lighting. Then he went to work removing the rope from her wrists. “Hello, gorgeous.” Her face was red and her hair stuck to her face with beads of sweat.

  “Hello,” she breathed. He chuckled.

  As he was untying her wrists, his phone buzzed
again. “Let’s get you cleaned up.” He walked to a wash basin on the desk, poured water in it from a pitcher, and retrieved a washcloth from a drawer along with some lotion. Going back to where he left her, he wiped her clean. Linda’s body twitched when he passed over her sensitive nerves.

  She pulled her dress over her chest and shivered. “When did it get cold in here?”

  “That happens sometimes after intense pleasure. Your hormones go all kinds of crazy.” He winked at her. Turning her around, he rubbed lotion on her pink ass, pulled her thong into place, and then lowered her dress to where it should be. She made a satisfied noise, and he was pleased.

  Jonathan watched as Linda plopped on the bed, and he sat next to her. “Come here.” She scooted close and he cradled her. Grabbing the comforter, he wrapped it around the both of them. His phone vibrated again. He groaned, leaned to the side, and pulled his phone from his back pocket.

  Two missed texts, one from Kristy: Helloooo where are you? Please text Jake, Now!

  Second text from Jake: Forget texting. Call me the fuck back! Now!

  “What the hell?” He hit speed dial for Jake, and before he could say a word Jake screamed in his ear. “Where the fuck are you? We’re home and Roxi is a blubbering mess. Did you have anything to do with this shit?”

  He let Jake cool down before he addressed his friend. “Yes, I do know what’s wrong with Roxi. She is kneeling in punishment. I put her there,” he explained to Jake.

  “So are you guys back together now?” Jake asked.

  “I’m her Dom and nothing more.” He stared straight ahead trying to concentrate on the phone call while holding Linda, knowing that she could hear his every word.

  “Where the hell are you, and when are you getting back?” Jake’s voice shook with worry.

  “Why? What’s wrong, Jake?” He felt his body stiffen, worried that he would hear bad news.

  “It’s Roxi, she looks so upset and broken. She won’t lift her head or speak to either of us. I’ve never seen her this way, and I can’t get her to talk to me.” Jake sounded forlorn.

  Jonathan relaxed and chuckled. “She’ll be fine. I might need to use the playroom later though.”