by Laci Paige
Opting not to leave the room, she remained in bed with one trip to use the toilet before she finally fell asleep, but only after checking her phone to find no word from Jonathan.
***
Jonathan heard footfalls approaching from behind him before he heard Billy’s voice. “Damn, girl, you all right?”
“She’s fine.” Jonathan smiled at him from over his newspaper. “If she wasn’t, she would use her safeword and we would end this right away.” He watched as Billy led a man who must’ve been his boyfriend, Damien, around the coffee table into the living room to stare at Linda kneeling on the floor. Her hands were tied behind her back, she sat on her heels, and her head was lowered to her chest. That wasn’t what they gaped at. She wore a threadbare t-shirt with only a pair of cotton hip hugging panties. Even still, that hadn’t been the cause for concern. It was the clothespins that were situated on her nipples over her shirt.
Jonathan stood and reached a hand toward Billy’s friend. “Hello. I’m Jonathan.”
“Mmmhmm, and I’m Damien. Nice to make your acquaintance, sir.” He took his hand and very daintily shook it as he giggled in glee like a school girl with a crush.
“Quit acting like you’ve never met another man before,” Billy said.
“Well, I haven’t met a sexy Dom before.” Damien winked at Jonathan.
Jonathan cleared his throat and noticed Linda’s shoulders moving in silent laughter. “Enough from you, missy.” He pulled a silky black blindfold from his pocket and placed it over her eyes. “Any more from you and the ear plugs will be next.”
“Yes, Sir. Sorry, Sir.” She barely moved, and he had to watch her chest to be sure she was breathing.
“That’s kind of hot,” Billy commented.
“Yeah, but it’s so not happening in our relationship.” Damien shook his head vigorously staring toward her breasts.
“I know, babe. I’m happy with the way things are between us, but the blindfold looks fun.” He, too, couldn’t pull his gaze from Linda’s chest.
“I don’t know…” Damien’s voice trailed off as if in thought.
Jonathan pulled the silken cloth from Linda and handed it to Damien. “Go ahead, try it, both of you. Take turns. I promise you, you’ll enjoy it. Keep it, there’s plenty more where that came from.”
“I bet.” Damien spoke softly, finally able to take his eyes from Linda only to set his gaze on Jonathan.
“So what are we going to do—” A young, shorthaired blonde woman came bouncing into the room and froze at the sight. “Oh shit!”
“Don’t worry, Cindy honey, this is Jonathan, and he’s playing Dom with Linda.” Damien waved is hands over Linda as if she were the grand prize on a game show.
Jonathan knew this had to be killing Linda. She’d been worried before they played that her friends might happen upon them. And there they were.
“Linda, do you need to safeword?” She didn’t answer Jonathan. He twisted his mouth. “You may speak, you have my permission.”
She still didn’t reply so he leaned forward and took a hold of a clothespin and twisted her nipple. A gasp shot from her mouth, and a moan soon followed. He chuckled deep in his throat. “I take it you’re all right?”
“Yes, Sir.” She managed to croak out. He knew by the tone her voice took she was getting turned on as her senses were heightened.
Cindy looked around the room, at Linda on the floor, and then at the boys with the blindfold. “I know what everyone else is doing. I think I’ll watch a movie in my room.” She turned and took off out of there, her already pale skin a shade lighter than when she’d walked in.
After everyone left them, Jonathan led Linda to the guestroom he’d stayed in the night before. “Here, sit on the bed.” He positioned himself standing directly in front of her and pulled his aching cock from his pants. “Since you’re so good with your mouth.”
She raised her head. “Sir, what about my hands?”
“They stay tied behind you. Now suck me off, my dirty little whore.”
She gagged as Jonathan thrust inside. His eyes fluttered closed at the sensation of her hot wet mouth. He slowed his movements. “When you feel like you’re going to gag just swallow, it helps. If this is too much, bite down gently, because you won’t be able to safeword. Not while I’m fucking the hell out of your mouth you slut.”
She moaned around his shaft and the vibrations made his balls tighten. He gripped the back of her head and forced his cock in and out of her salivating mouth. The slurping and sucking noises filled the room, and the feel of her tongue on the underside of his dick felt heavenly. “Oh fuck, yes! Feels good.” His fingers tightened in her hair and he knew it must’ve hurt, but she didn’t hesitate to take him all, and it was a good thing too because he couldn’t help himself.
Forcing his eyes open he watched as her mouth swallowed his cock, her mascara running down her face in dark streams of tears, and saliva dripping from her chin as she gagged. His hips involuntarily shuddered as he felt his groin tighten and the tip of his dick tingled. Yanking her hair hard, he made her release his cock from her mouth. Fingers wrapped around his cock, he pumped furiously. “Fucking slut, open wide! Dammit!” Her lips parted. He felt powerful and dominant, such a turn on. He came mostly in her mouth, what missed hit her cheek and some dribbled down her chin following in the path of her saliva.
When he could think again, he noticed her shocked expression. Cupping her face with his other hand, he ran his thumb over her come-streaked face. “Beautiful.”
After taking a moment to collect himself, he said, “Stand.” He released her from the binding around her wrists, and massaged them tenderly. “Your turn now, lay back on the bed.”
She complied nicely.
Practically ripping her panties off, he admired her glistening pussy. He had to taste her, without another beat he dove in hungrily lapping at her soaking wet lips. It wouldn’t take long; she already arched her back and moaned loudly. So loud he was sure the whole house could hear.
Reaching for the clothespins, he knew she would be screaming louder than she probably had in her entire life. They had been on her nipples for a long, long time, and even though he had stretched the metal coil to loosen them, the blood rush would be unbearable.
As she started to buck her hips and her legs vibrated, he pulled the wooden pins off at the same time her orgasm hit. A mix of pleasure and pain, and sure enough she screamed through her release. “Oh, fuuuck! Ahhhh!” God she was gorgeous when she came.
After they calmed from the high of their orgasms, he grabbed her t-shirt off of her and wiped both of their faces with it. He stood and helped her up, pulling her into his arms. They stood in a strong embrace for a short while, until they heard giggling out in the hall. He dropped his arms and pointed to the adjoining bathroom. “Go wash up.”
She leaned over and gave him a peck on the lips followed by a brilliant smile before she retreated.
Stuffing himself back in his pants and straightening his shirt, he glanced in the mirror over the dresser to check his appearance. Passable. He walked to the door and swung it open. “May I help you with something?”
The three roommates jumped back in surprise with Damien squealing. “We, uh, we want to scream like that. Can you teach us?” Billy asked, as Damien started to giggle again. Cindy stood behind the boys blushing as red as a crimson queen rose. Blood rushing to a woman’s fair skin was a major turn on for Jonathan. What her ass must look like after a spanking. He shook his head to clear the thought, and tried not to growl.
“Perhaps you could all join me one evening at a BDSM club. They’re most helpful in teaching. You get to watch people participate in the lifestyle, and watch demonstrations.” He crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the doorframe, staring into Cindy’s face. Her eyes dilated and she quickly looked away. He grinned.
“Jonathan? Come scrub my back,” Linda called from the shower.
“Gotta go, see you later.” Giving Cindy one las
t look he closed the door and went to shower.
After their shower they changed the linens on the bed, and then Jonathan spooned her from behind, burying his face in her hair. He loved women’s hair. If it were up to him, all females would let their hair grow long so he could nuzzle in it, play with it, and pull on it. “Linda?”
“Hmm?”
“Thanks for letting me stay here. It’s helped keep my mind off things.” Her skin was warm and soft like rose petals as he ran his fingers along her body.
“You mean off someone, but sure, that’s all right. I enjoy having you here.” She wiggled her butt against his cock, sparking it to life. “I’m sure my roommates don’t enjoy it with all of the noise coming from this room. I’ll need to apologize or bake brownies or something to make it up to them.”
Jonathan chuckled softly. “Or something. I told them they could come to the club one night to check it out.”
She turned in his arms. “You did what?”
“They’re curious. What better way to learn than with someone you know?”
“Do they really want to go?” Her mouth hung open.
“I believe so, especially Cindy.”
She shook her head. “That, I don’t believe. Poor Cindy blushes over the boys when they hug near her in the living room.”
He smiled, remembering the flush on her cheeks. “I think Cindy has a kinky side to her.”
“I’d bet money against that.”
“How about orgasms? Let’s bet orgasms.” He held out a hand to shake on it, and Linda pushed it away.
“Before I agree, what exactly are we betting on?” Facing her, he couldn’t help but stare into her eyes. She was beautiful, smart, independent, and she enjoyed his kink. He could see being in a serious relationship with this woman.
“I bet I can convince her to let me spank her.” He let that sink in, and then he added, “In public. Winner gets a straight 24 hours of orgasms upon request, loser gets none.” Linda’s face twisted as she contemplated the offer.
“You got it!” She held up her hand to seal the deal. Jonathan accepted it and they shook on it. “I can’t wait. I’m going to have you going non-stop the whole time. You better be rested up. No sleep for the wicked.” She licked his face.
“Hey!” He laughed. If anyone else had done that, he’d have put them over his knee. Yeah, she was special. His stomach flipped. Never having felt something for anyone other than Roxi, he didn’t know what to do, especially since he and Linda agreed against any kind of serious relationship. But it was time to move on from Roxi as much as it might kill him to do so, it would be worse to hold on to any notion that they’d end up together.
Linda rubbed against his cock again and thoughts of Roxi drifted from his mind.
Chapter Sixteen
Late morning had arrived and Liam hadn’t come to check on Roxi, nor had he given her instructions. It was foreign to her and she wasn’t sure she liked this side of him.
Grabbing her phone off the dresser, she checked her messages to find no response from Jonathan. She texted him again. Haven’t heard from you. Please respond so I don’t worry.
After getting ready for the day, she met Liam in the living room. “Good morning.”
He smiled up at her from the couch. “Good afternoon. Did you sleep well?”
“I did, thank you.” With no true understanding why, she felt insecure and shy.
He took her out to the local pancake house for brunch. She kept checking her phone. “What’s wrong, Roxanne?” He jerked his head in the direction of her phone which she’d placed on the table. “You keep checking it.”
“I texted a friend yesterday and haven’t heard back. I’m worried.”
“Jonathan?” he asked, harshly. She averted her gaze and nodded slowly. “I thought you two were done?”
“We are. I just want to be sure he’s all right.”
“You told the guy you wanted nothing more from him, and then you text him? I wouldn’t respond to you either. Sorry, but I wouldn’t.” He picked up his coffee and took a sip watching her over the rim of his mug.
“You’re probably right, he’s just ignoring me, but can I check with my brother to make sure? Just in case.” She prayed he would say yes. Not knowing was the worst.
“I don’t own you.” He shrugged. “Do what you’d like.”
She snatched up her phone quickly, despite Liam’s callous tone, and typed a rapid succession of letters, and let out a heavy breath. She stared hard at the phone in her hands. Nothing.
“Eat.” He pointed to her plate. He didn’t own her, but it came natural to respond to his orders. In this case, it was probably just a suggestion, but she’d do it because it felt natural, and her stomach was grumbling a little.
Roxi’s phone rang—her brother. “Jake, do you know where he is? I’m worried.”
“No, sis. I tried to call him after I got your message and nothing. I called the club, and Kyle told me that he’s been asked to take some time off. Unpaid time, but he wouldn’t elaborate much on that. What the fuck is going on Roxi?”
She explained what happened with the two of them, but that she was just as surprised by Kyle’s news as Jake was. “We need to find him, Jake. I don’t think he’s in a good place right now and it’s all because of me. I’m sorry Jake, but I had to end things with him. It’s over. We’re a toxic combination.”
“If you mean what you say and want nothing to do with him, you can’t be the one running after him. I’ll search for him, and let you know what I find. So just stay out of it. Okay?” He sounded angry at her, but she didn’t blame him. She did it again. Put a wedge between them all.
***
Jonathan had a bunch of messages on his phone. His stomach fluttered and his heart ached when he saw they were from Roxi and Jake. He hit delete without reading or listening to them. He was done with Roxi so why bother? He deleted her number and blocked it from his phone. Although, being good with numbers, he knew it by heart, but this was his way of cutting ties with her. Staring hard at his phone, he didn’t notice Cindy standing in the doorway of the kitchen watching him until she coughed.
“Is there any more coffee? I—uh, I slept late.” A pink flush highlighted her cheeks. What was that all about?
“Sure, there’s plenty, I just made a fresh pot. Help yourself.” He purposely didn’t move. She hesitated and then slowly walked over to him. He stood directly in front of the carafe grinning.
She got a mug from the cabinet and reached around him quickly to fill her cup. “Thank you.” Backing up several feet from him, she took a sip. “Mmm this is good, finally someone who can make real coffee.”
His dick twitched hearing her moan. He’d totally bang her if Linda wasn’t in his life. She would’ve been just a quick fuck; she wasn’t his type for the playroom. He got a vibe from her that she’d be into some light play, but not to his liking.
“I need to get out. I’m going to a club tonight if you and your friends want to join me.” He glanced at his phone before tossing it on the counter.
“Troubles?” she asked.
“Nothing that would concern you, but thanks for asking.”
“Sorry, I’m not trying to pry or anything.” She averted her gaze, and he noted how cute her coyness was.
He spoke softly. “No, it’s no problem, really. I just don’t feel like talking about it.” When she looked up, he winked at her then he pushed off the counter, grabbed his phone, and headed out of the room. He stopped at the doorway and looked over his shoulder. “Be ready at nine—if you’d like to go tonight.”
***
Earlier than planned, Jonathan headed to Slipknot for an evening out. He told his new friends to meet him there later if they were truly interested. He wasn’t sure they’d actually come, but he’d hoped they would. He loved sharing his world with people he knew, and could never feel ashamed of who he was. He embraced it.
That was part of what confused him about Roxi, she didn’t want anyone to know sh
e enjoyed the scene. Always full of self confidence and pride in everything she did, he couldn’t figure out what was going on with her.
Sitting in a dark corner, he sat back watching the club come to life. Things weren’t in full swing yet, but the early bird specials were in effect. The “early birds” were the older generation, and the owner of Slipknot catered to them by offering discounted menu items and drinks just for them.
He smiled as a gray-haired woman strolled by holding a leash, attached to an equally-gray man Jonathan knew to be her husband/sub. They were a couple who frequented Underground Decadence. They always looked so happy and he knew they’d been involved in the scene since early on in their lives. That’s what he wanted; he wanted to grow old with—“Shit!” He shook his head trying to void it of the image that popped into his brain.
Old habits die hard as his mind had pictured him and Roxi one day when they were older, and attending the club together. But he knew on a conscious level that would never happen. She asked him out of her life, and that was it. Burned once, he should’ve walked away, but he loved her too much not to want to try again. He thought the downtime with her due to her injury was going to be their second chance. Unfortunately he was wrong, and he felt like an idiot for allowing himself to believe it.
Out of the corner of his eye, he thought he saw Roxi, but glancing around he realized he must have been seeing things. She was nowhere in sight, and besides what the hell would she be doing there? Thoughts of her with her Master were nagging at him and he wasn’t sure why, so he kept pushing them aside ignoring the notion that there was more to it. But still, there was something, and his mind wouldn’t let him forget it.
At exactly nine o’clock, he saw his temporary roommates at the door, and he walked over to help sign them in as his guests for the evening. Heading to the table, he watched with amusement as they walked around looking completely out of place, and totally intrigued, all four of them. Especially Cindy, with her creamy white skin, natural blonde hair, and an embarrassed-shade of pink beginning to form high on her cheekbones. She stood out like a beacon on a dark night.