Silken Desires

by Laci Paige

  He glanced away for a moment to look around the room, and his heart stopped. It was Roxi he’d seen earlier. A man chained her against a wall across the room with her back turned to him. She wore a skimpy leather outfit with cuffs adorning her wrists and ankles. On her feet were five inch stilettos. Jonathan’s dick went into search and destroy mode, aching badly against his button fly.

  “Jonathan?” He barely heard his name through the pounding pulse in his ears. “Are you okay?” Linda brushed her hand along his upper arm.

  He took a deep breath and pulled his gaze from Roxi. “Yeah, yeah. I—I’m fine.”

  Linda laced her fingers through his and gave him a tug to the table to join the others who had just sat down. At first there was total silence and then everyone seemed to start talking at once. Damien seemed squeamish over a demo nearby on the spanking horse, there was a man strapped down as a woman caned him. Billy looked very interested, but interested in the giver or receiver Jonathan couldn’t tell. Cindy’s eyes darkened even though she was blushing profusely. And Jonathan, well, he couldn’t keep his eyes away from Roxi.

  He was being a bad host. Grabbing the nearest server he asked her for a round of non-alcoholic drinks to be delivered to his new friends. Receiving his first, he downed his soda before she set everyone else’s drinks on the table. Closing his eyelids he concentrated on the feel of the cool liquid as it traveled from his mouth down his throat and into his stomach.

  He wrapped his hand around the waitress’s wrist and winked at her. “Another drink please.” She gave him a peculiar look and a crooked smile. Everyone knew him there. It’d been his getaway from Stan’s and the club for a year now, because sometimes he needed a change of scenery. The two clubs were like night and day, though. The clientele was completely different. Only a few people knew him from both places, but that fact was never discussed amongst anyone. He’d spent a lot of his nights off at Slipknot after Roxi left him. During the darkest time in his life when he thought she’d never come back, he would sit there and brood.

  “Uh, sure thing, Sir,” the waitress said, and scurried away. He wasn’t behaving as his usual self, and he knew it, but he didn’t care.

  Cindy sat in the chair closest to him, but not by choice, by default. All the other chairs were taken by Damien, Billy and Linda.

  He leaned in to Cindy. “Do you like anything you see?”

  She squirmed in her seat and smiled with a sinful look from under her lashes, but shook her head “no”. Oh she wants it. Jonathan made it his mission for the night to make sure she got a taste of it sooner rather than later.

  For the next hour he explained things he saw around the room. He directed his lessons for the group, but they were really intended to rev Cindy up a notch, and it worked. She continued to squirm, and her flush from embarrassment was probably turning to arousal. Jonathan knew that look well.

  He was so engrossed in his quest that he’d almost forgotten about Roxi still chained to the wall, he was uncertain who had put her there. He never saw the man’s face. She looked lovely all chained up. His dick had been hard since he saw her but it grew impossibly harder. He needed a release, and fast.

  “I see someone I need to speak with. I’ll be right back.” He took off for a room in the back. Once he closed the door and locked it behind him, he fumbled with his button fly until his cock sprang free. He gripped his shaft, more swollen than he’d ever seen it, and stroked it gently. Slamming his eyes shut he began squeezing it harder and pumping faster, and more violently as visions of Roxi passed through his mind.

  He came fast and hard. His body went rigid pressed against the back of the door, and he let out a yell, he didn’t hold back. His strokes slowed as his hips shuddered, and he spewed out the last of his seed. He moaned softly. “Oh, Roxi.”

  Chapter Seventeen

  After cleaning up and gathering himself, he rejoined the table with no plans of looking over at the wall again. His release, and the fact that he had company took the edge off his pain, so he’d still be able to keep his wits about him while he worked Cindy. With the standard “Play At Your Own Risk,” there were no rules. You were on your own. There were plenty of Dungeon Masters roaming around, and bouncers at the door, and the owner, Steel, didn’t take any shit. He ran a tight ship, and his regulars knew it, so for the most part people kept themselves in check.

  Some time had passed and it took every ounce of strength not to look back at his ex, but somehow he managed not to. It helped that he was teasing Cindy into a heightened state of arousal with tidbits of the lifestyle. And now it was time to make his move. He brushed his lips gently against her ear. “I know you want to feel the sting on your ass. Don’t deny it. Your face is flushed, your eyes are cloudy, your breathing has increased, and with the way you’ve been squirming on the chair all night, I bet you’re wet. Real wet.” Jonathan ran a hand up her thigh and stopped just short of her panties. Her eyelids fluttered closed and she moaned through closed lips. He chuckled. Hook, line and sinker. She was under his spell.

  He caught Linda’s gaze and winked as he tilted his head toward Cindy. He settled his arm around the back of Cindy’s chair and Linda grinned, shaking her head. Jonathan continued to rub Cindy’s thigh and trail his fingers close, so close to her sweet spot. She leaned into him and her breathing grew raspy. “Blondie, let me spank you. I’ll be gentle if that’s what you want, but I don’t believe for one minute that that’s what you want.”

  She didn’t reply so he stopped his assault on her senses. Her head popped up at his hand leaving her leg. Looking her in the eyes, he asked, “Do you want it?” She gasped, and her glazed over expression said it all. “I need to hear you say it. Tell me you want it.”

  Cindy breathed out a word that sounded like, “Yes.”

  “Yes, what Blondie? I need to hear the words.” His attention turned completely on her, no one else in the room mattered. He always took training seriously, and she’d said yes, so he immediately went from fun and games to serious as ever.

  “Yes, I want it.”

  “What do you want, Blondie? Tell me.” He threaded his fingers in her hair and gave it a good tug. “Say the words.”

  “I want you to spank me.” The words flew from her mouth, quick and urgent.

  “Come. Let’s go.” He stood and held out his hand for her.

  He could tell her nerves were on edge, but knew this was a conscious decision on her part. He led her to a dark corner with a spanking horse. “I won’t hurt you. I promise, but if at any time you want to stop, just say airplane or red, and it ends immediately. Just like I explained earlier about safewords, airplane is yours. Understand?”

  She nodded her head yes, with her gaze never leaving the spanking horse. He cupped her face to get her attention, and looked her in the eyes. “Understand? If so, what’s your safeword?”

  The shy woman vanished in front of him. “Airplane.” Her answer was loud and confident as she pushed her small breasts out in front of her. “Should I call you Sir?”

  “Very good, Blondie, if you want to. I know I’d like that very much.” He smiled, running his thumbs over her cheeks. He spun her around and she gasped. “On the bench,” he ordered. She went to her knees immediately and her hands went out to the sides. They watched enough people throughout the night that she obviously knew what to do. “I won’t restrain you since this is your first time, but do not move or I’ll stop.”

  He hadn’t asked her to remove her soft cotton pants. That might be too much for a newbie even if she did want it. Her pants were thin enough that she’d feel the sting, but he didn’t plan on spanking her that hard, just enough to give her a taste. He massaged her ass good and hard. She moaned and wiggled, and he pulled back. “What did I say, Blondie? No. Moving.”

  She stilled and waited. He made her wait a long while before he started again. This time she didn’t move. He grinned. Raising a hand he swatted her right cheek. She didn’t move. “Breathe,” he ordered. He saw her back move as she
inhaled a deep breath. He smacked her other side while she kept her body still. “Good girl.”

  After a few good playful slaps, he smacked her a bit harder. Moaning filled his ears, and his inner Dom smiled as he continued slapping her some more. He knew she’d enjoy it due to his ability to read people. Everyone but Roxi. His gut twisted at the thought of her, and then he ended the session with Cindy. It wouldn’t be fair to her to continue with a heavy heart.

  He pulled her up into a firm embrace. Resting his chin on the top of her head he spoke softly to her, reassuring her that she did well. People have different emotions after a spanking so he found it best to coddle everyone with aftercare until he got a handle on the person, no matter how tame the session.

  As he was talking to Cindy, he ran his hand over her head and he glanced across the room at nothing. When he focused, he found a pair of eyes staring directly back at him. Roxi’s eyes. Her mouth hung open in disbelief; she shook her head and ran off. His initial instinct was to run after her to consol her or comfort her, whatever she needed. Instead he gripped on to Cindy a little harder. Roxi dismissed him. He wasn’t hers to go after anymore.

  When Jonathan and Cindy returned to the table, everyone applauded them, and their friends’ faces were wild with excitement. Cindy positively glowed, but not in an embarrassed state. Arousal marked her flushed cheeks and her bright eyes.

  Jonathan sat next to Linda. Pulling Cindy into his lap, he leaned over to Linda’s ear and spoke only so she could hear. “I’ll be cashing in on my winnings, but not tonight. I’m drained. Tomorrow.” His lips pulled into a wicked smile.

  “My pleasure,” she purred.

  “You okay doll?” Jonathan wanted to make sure Cindy was all right before he released her of his care.

  She faced him and smiled from ear to ear. “I’m very okay, Sir.” She kissed him on the cheek and hugged him while whispering a thank you in his ear. She stood and he gave her a light tap on the ass as she went to sit in her own chair.

  “Does she have anyone to take care of her? She’s horny as hell.” Jonathan jerked his head toward Cindy.

  Linda’s sight went to the trio across from her. “She’ll get Billy for a quickie when they get home.”

  “What? Does Damien mind?” He looked toward the two men and couldn’t begin to understand their relationship. They weren’t as vanilla as he thought.

  “No, it’s all right. Billy is actually Bi and Damien doesn’t mind as long as it’s someone he approves of. He likes Cindy. Look.” She tilted her drink in their direction.

  Damien put his arm around Cindy and whispered something in her ear. Cindy turned to look at Billy, and he gave her a devious grin. Oh yeah, she’d be taken care of. Damien reached out and massaged up and down her back. She pressed into his touch and Billy cupped her breast. Cindy’s mouth popped open and Billy’s mouth met hers.

  “Does Damien ever participate?” He continued to watch the trio in their touchy feely ways wondering what it would be like.

  “In a small way he does. He isn’t into “girlie” parts as he says, so he just sits by and watches and caresses them both. It isn’t really a turn-on for him, but he gets an emotional joy in their pleasure.”

  “It’s very sweet, and—and comforting.” She sighed with a far-off look in her eyes.

  Jonathan eyed Linda carefully. “Do you enjoy it?”

  “It’s nice,” she murmured, and then caught herself. “How did you know?” Her hand flew to her chest.

  “I can read people. During my initial meeting with Billy, I figured him for one of your fuck buddies, but when you told me he was gay I thought I read him wrong. Obviously I was correct on my first assumption.”

  “You were. I’m sorry, I should’ve mentioned it.” She fidgeted in her chair while looking away from Jonathan.

  He turned and lifted her chin, pressing a small kiss to her lips. “No worries. Who you’ve fucked isn’t my business now, is it?” He didn’t mean to be so forthcoming, but he was beginning to think of Linda as his own.

  A thick tension filled the air around them. Part sexual, and part something else he couldn’t quite figure out. He had feelings for her, and while he wasn’t jealous of her being with other guys, he wished she could belong to him. Developing feelings for her were growing stronger every day.

  After they arrived home, the trio went immediately to Cindy’s room. Jonathan dropped to the couch and Linda joined him.

  “Are the walls thin here?” Jonathan asked, looking around the room.

  Linda scrunched her face in confusion. “Huh?”

  “Remember how you feel after a spanking? Every nerve is sensitive and you’re so ready to fuck? Well, that poor girl’s libido has been running on high all night and she is going to scream when the time comes.” Or when she does.

  “Ohhh.” Linda looked toward the hallway that led to the bedrooms. “We’ll need earplugs then.”

  Jonathan chuckled and leaned over, fishing for the remote. Finding it he turned on the TV with the volume a little higher than usual, and started to channel surf. He laid his head back on the sofa and closed his eyes, getting lost in thoughts about Roxi with that guy back in her apartment. Something in his memory clicked out of nowhere. The man treated Roxi in an odd way. He was more like her protector than an old friend. Who was he? Shit! Realization hit, he had to be Roxi’s Master from New York. How could he have not figured it out sooner? Pain and jealousy swam around him. He reached up and pinched the bridge of his nose, and squeezed his eyes closed tighter to fight any kind of tears that might threaten. She was back with her former Master. Any small hope for him and Roxi vanished in that moment.

  Linda whispered in his ear. “I don’t know what you’re thinking about right now, but let me help you forget it.” He didn’t open his eyes as he felt her unbutton his jeans and slip his underwear down exposing his cock. He wasn’t hard, but her touch while opening his pants started to wake things up.

  Just as Linda’s head lowered, loud female moans echoed throughout the house. Jonathan chuckled to himself, and Linda’s tongue found the head of his dick. He sucked air in through his teeth and he felt himself completely harden. Emptying his mind of anything and everything but the feeling of her hot, wet mouth. Moments later he heard Cindy and Billy grunting and screaming in release.

  Linda took her time with him and he finally relaxed to enjoy it. Each lick, suck, and slurp bringing him closer to the brink and then she’d slow her efforts. She was teasing him, and he loved it.

  “Oh, sorry!” A man’s voice made Jonathan’s head popped up. Damien stood there, with mouth agape and an erection tenting his boxers. Linda tried to lift up, but Jonathan pressed a hand to the back of her head encouraging her to continue.

  “No worries.” Jonathan was never much on public viewing when he was the party involved, but he no longer cared. He laid his head back and closed his eyes, surrendering his thoughts to her mouth again.

  Linda became needy and started sucking him eagerly, he could hold back no longer. Watching his cock slide in and out of her lips, his hips started pumping her mouth and then he filled her with his seed which she hungrily swallowed. She sat back on her heels wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, and he remained where he was, trying to speak. “Thank you,” he whispered. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Damien quietly retreat back toward the bedrooms.

  ***

  Something buzzed in the dark and Jonathan tried to make heads or tails of the situation. He was in Linda’s guest room, it was dark and he heard a noise. A repeated buzzing sound. Startled awake he realized it came from his phone. Someone was calling him in the middle of the night. Something had to be wrong. His heart pounded against his rib-cage. He grabbed at his phone and, not being able to see it, he batted it away and it fell to the floor. At least it landed face up and he could see it lighting up the room. Stretching his arm to the floor, he grabbed it.

  Not in time though. He saw Jake’s number on the screen a split second before it faded
away. It went to voice mail. He waited a few seconds for Jake to leave a message before returning his call. Without listening to the message he hit the speed dial to phone him back.

  “Jake? Is everything all right?”

  “I don’t know, man. It’s Roxi.”

  “What about Roxi?” Jonathan shot up and was on his feet without knowing how he got there so quickly. He paced the room, and ran his hand through his hair, settling his fingers on the back of his neck.

  “Roy called me. It’s his night off from the gym, and he’s into more of the edgy kind of stuff, ya know. Normally I wouldn’t tell you, but...” Jonathan knew this because he saw Roy on occasion at the club. “He’s out at Slipknot tonight, man. Roxi’s there, and—”

  “And what Jake? What the fuck is going on? Tell me now.” His voice boomed thunderous. It was no surprise that Linda came flying in when she did.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Linda walked up next to Jonathan and put her hand on his forearm. He put his free hand over hers and yelled into the phone, “Jake, I’m waiting!” His teeth hurt from grinding them together.

  “I’m not sure, but he says it’s her. It can’t be though, can it?”

  “Jake quit with the bullshit. Is Roxi hurt or in trouble?”

  “I don’t know. Kristy and I are driving out there to check on her.” Jonathan heard the car doors slam as the car engine turned over in the background. “Roy says she is being whipped by some guy he’s never seen before. He says everything looks fine, but he just wanted me to know. I don’t like this.”

  Jonathan let out a deep breath. “Is that all? Good God you scared the shit out of me.”

  Now it was Jake’s turn to yell. “What do you mean is that all? Someone—some stranger—is whipping my sister at Slipknot.”

  “Listen to me, Jake.” When Jake continued on his rant, Jonathan yelled, “Shut the fuck up and listen!” Jake quieted enough for Jonathan to speak.