by Laci Paige
“Stand, my love.” She slowly got to her feet. He looked her over head to toe, and smiled. “I’ve already rescinded the offer.”
She nodded. “I know. I just felt it needed to be said, Sir.”
“Very well, present yourself to your lover and your Master.” He gave her a small smile, took two steps back, and bowed his head.
Roxi slowly removed her clothing down to her red cotton panties and bra. She folded the clothes she’d removed and placed them on the bench next to the box. No one spoke a word. She picked up the collar, walked to Jonathan, and presented it to him. “Sir, I’d like very much to wear your collar.” She lowered her head as she heard a slight gasp from him.
“Roxi, are you sure?”
“Very sure, Sir. I know this isn’t the collaring ceremony we’d have planned, but somehow it feels right—just the two of us with Liam as our witness.” She got to her knees and waited silently.
She heard Jonathan take a deep breath. “Roxi, look at me. I’m trying to remember the words I wanted to say to you over a year ago.” He held the collar out. “This collar is a symbol of my undying love for you, and a symbol to others of our commitment to one another.” His words came out shaky at first but gained strength as he spoke. “I want you to wear it knowing that I admire, adore and respect you, and I promise to obey my responsibilities as the dominant being in your life, no matter what that entails.” Roxi’s heart skipped a beat. She knew in that moment he’d do anything for her.
Liam walked up next to Roxi and lifted her hair out of the way so Jonathan could slip the collar around her neck and lock it in place. Once locked, he took the key and put it in his front pocket. Later he would attach it to a silver chain around his neck.
Trying to hold back tears, her voice stuttered. “I—I surrender all of me to you, my mind, my heart, my body, and my soul.” She reached up and fingered the lock. “I will wear this proudly.”
Jonathan placed his hand on the top of her head. “You now belong to me, Angel.”
“I now belong to you, Sir.” A tear of happiness ran down her cheek.
Chapter Twenty-Two
He leaned down and pulled her into his arms and buried his face into the crook of her neck as he whispered into her ear. “Oh God, I love you, Roxanne. Please don’t ever leave me again.” The scent of her leather collar tickled his nose, and all he could do was pray they’d never part.
“I love you too, Jonathan. I never want to be anywhere else, but with you.” His heart swelled.
Liam cleared his throat. “Congratulations.” He shook Jonathan’s hand, and Jonathan handed Roxi off for a hug. “We don’t have everything we need for a rose ceremony, but we can improvise and make it our own.” Liam left them in an embrace, one that Jonathan never wanted to break free of. He had his Roxi again in his arms. He felt alive and his body reverberated with joy and love.
Liam returned with a white flower of some sort, not quite opened, and one fully bloomed red rose. “Beautiful,” Roxi whispered.
They stepped apart and Liam gave Roxi the white flower and Jonathan the rose. “The white flower represents your innocence and submission, Roxanne. The rose represents Master Jonathan’s heart, and the fact that it has bloomed almost fully, represents the openness of his heart and willingness to let you in.”
Liam motioned to the rose. “Master Jonathan, please use a thorn from the rose to prick your sub's finger, symbolic of taking her virginity, and let two drops of blood fall on the petals of the white flower. This symbolizes Master taking your body and soul, and you giving it over completely and freely.” Jonathan carefully pressed the thorn against the pad of her middle finger until she flinched, and then they both watched as a bead of blood formed. When there was enough, he tipped her finger and the blood dripped onto the flower, needing just a little more for the second, he gave her finger a squeeze until another drop splashed down. He was a bundle of nerves. If getting married was this intense, he’d think about eloping.
“Roxanne, offer the white rose to your Master and he will repeat the procedure allowing two drops of his blood to fall onto the white flower, one above your blood and one on top of your blood. The first drop signifies your Master’s willingness to shed his blood to protect you; the second seals your unity.” Jonathan pricked his finger and squeezed the two drops needed onto the flower, his heart beat hard against his ribs.
Taking their pricked bleeding fingers, Liam pressed them together. Keeping a hold of their fingers, he said, “You are now together in flesh and blood.” Jonathan felt as if he might cry, and evidence of tears on Roxi’s lower lid said the same of her.
Liam released them. “Please touch your flowers together allowing the blood from one to kiss the other.” And then he put his arms around the two of them. “I have no chain for the visual effect of your binding, so my arms will have to do. This is to show your souls binding together as one.” He waited a moment before he took a step back and asked them to exchange flowers.
They traded flowers and Liam congratulated them. “Love never fails.”
Jonathan never felt so connected to someone before in his life. Not even when he and Roxi were inseparable all those years ago. This was different. He felt powerful, loved, and above all, cherished.
***
Inside the house Jonathan poured celebratory drinks for the three of them. The men sat on the couch and Roxi on the floor at Jonathan’s feet wearing her collar proudly. After small talk and a few drinks Jonathan hesitated, but eventually asked, “Angel? Do you need the whip?” He was hoping she did. He wanted to play with her with Liam nearby.
“No, Master, I’m feeling fine.” She fingered her collar and smiled so bright it made his heart ache.
“You may be fine, but I need it, for me. I’d like to have a session to celebrate, and I’d like to do that with Liam present.” He caught her alarmed look, and he felt awful. “I need this, Angel.” He wanted to know he could do what was needed before Liam left town.
Roxi lost her smile and bowed her head. “Yes, if it pleases you, Master.”
“It would very much, Angel.” He believed this was a chance at building confidence and courage for him.
The men walked to the playroom where Jonathan opened the door. Roxi crawled behind them. Jonathan hadn’t asked her too, but loved that she did. It made his heart thump and his dick hard to see her like that.
Roxi looked up from her crawl as she entered the room. Her eyes caught the hardened bulge growing in his pants. She smiled and licked her lips, and Jonathan let a groan escape from his throat. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad.
Liam leaned in toward him. “She never smiled like that for me.” And as an afterthought added, “Or licked her lips. I should be getting lessons from you.” He chuckled.
Jonathan cuffed Roxi, chest forward, to the St. Andrews wooden cross and led Liam to the other side of the room to speak privately. “I don’t like hurting her even if she does like it. I know it’s me that’s the problem here, but I’d like you to help me, talk me through it if you will.”
“I’m honored that you asked, and I accept. You know, I believe it can be done between the two of you—in time, but only because of the relationship you two share. Otherwise, I’d think it impossible. She was pretty messed up when I found her.” Liam had a distant look and it spoke volumes of her journey.
Jonathan’s heart squeezed. He needed to get this right and be there for her. He wanted to be the only one she ran to. Going back to Roxi, he massaged the globes of her ass sticking out of her cotton thong. She moaned. “Master, that feels so good.”
“Yes, it does. Now shut the fuck up! There’s no talking in my playroom.” Jonathan heard Liam gasp, Roxi stilled and didn’t appear to be breathing. He leaned into her, grabbed a handful of hair, and whispered in her ear. “It’s how I play little tramp. If you need to safeword, go for it.” He grinned, knowing her aversion to safewords.
She shook her head no.
“Good girl,” he cooed.
Walking back to
Liam, he asked, “Did she ever safeword for you?”
“No, never.” He laughed.
“The one and only time she safeworded me wasn’t even while playing, it was to end our relationship. That hurt.” Jonathan closed his eyes at the memory.
“Yes, I can see how it would.” Liam gave him a pat on the back.
Jonathan returned to Roxi and rubbed her ass firmly. “My slut feels so good in my hands.” He reached between her legs. She wasn’t dry, but wasn’t as wet as his usual subs would be just from the confinement. “We need to do something about this.” He went to a nearby drawer and pulled out a clit stimulator and slipped it over his finger.
“Did you ever mix pleasure with pain?” He held up the finger vibe for Liam to see.
Liam shook his head. “Only pain, it’s how I do things.”
“Understood.” He squatted and reached under her ass, ripping off her thong. He swiped fingers through the folds between her legs, and then he rubbed the vibe teasingly everywhere but her clit. He smacked her ass with his free hand. She wriggled it in his face, seeming to enjoy it. He smiled to himself. This is going better than I thought. He continued for a few minutes and then stopped once he noticed her breathing growing heavier. Blowing a breath between her legs, he watched as her body trembled. He stood and whacked her ass good and hard a few times.
Liam walked over and pulled Jonathan aside. “What would you like me to do?”
“Let’s go have a drink.” He grinned. Taking one last look at her before leaving the room his heart warmed seeing his collar around her neck.
Drinks in hand the men walked out to the pool. “Thank you for coming today Liam, it means a lot to me. As you know, I love that woman in there with all of my heart and have for as long as I can remember. I know you love her, too, and if you hadn’t told us, I would have known anyway. I can see it on your face. The way you look at her, the way you care about her, it’s obvious. She’s mine now, but you can still care for her at a distance.” Jonathan kept his gaze on Liam.
“I’m not sure what that means, but I have to be honest, the only thing that’s holding me together right now, is you. I know she’ll be happy, and well taken care of.” Liam glanced around the yard and behind him at the house. “I could never offer her a life like this.” He motioned to the house with his glass.
Jonathan glanced over the pool, watching the sunlight play on the water. “I don’t want you to disappear from her life. Keep in touch with her. Call, text, email or even come visit every now and then if you’d like, that’s all I ask. I know Rox, and you’re important to her. She would hurt if you disappeared from her life completely.” He chuckled. “About the house and what I can offer her, she could care less. I bet she asks me to move into her small apartment before the week’s up.”
“I might not be able to get in touch with her for a little while after I leave. I need to get myself together. I knew there’d be a chance she would turn down my offer again, but I had to try, I had to know, part of me hoped she’d come with me.” He grew quiet and Jonathan didn’t know what to say. “But I’ll be in touch eventually. I promise.”
“Good.” Trying to lighten the mood and get some more background on the guy, he asked, “So Roxi was really a slave to you? Did she have her own life? Do her own thing? I’m sorry to ask these questions, but if you knew the real Roxi you’d be as stunned as I am.”
“I won’t go into much detail, but she was my slave 24/7. I did try to encourage her to go out every now and then but she refused, probably for the punishment though. I see now that wasn’t in her nature, and probably a depression of sorts she was going through. Seeing her here, even though troubled, she’s much more full of life being close to you than she ever was for me. That also makes it a little easier to leave her behind.” Liam was a good man, and Jonathan felt bad for him, he knew the pain of living without Roxi. “Tell me, what’s the real Roxanne like?”
Jonathan laughed a good-natured laugh. “She’s hell on wheels, man. Very vibrant, independent, and doesn’t take shit from anyone. She’s one tough cookie. We’ve always been equals and when the kink eventually became a part of our lives, we took it day by day. She didn’t like being submissive so much, but it wasn’t in her nature to dominate me, so we worked on it and I trained her as my sub. Just as I thought we were getting to a comfortable point in our relationship, she bailed on me.” He ran his hand over the back of his neck.
“I never met that Roxi. Apparently I’m in love with a woman that doesn’t exist. I don’t know if that makes it any easier, though.” He held up his empty glass. “I guess I should be heading out.”
Almost in a panic, Jonathan’s hands flew out in front of him. “No, stay please, I meant it when I asked for your assistance. Come with me to the playroom. I need some guidance.”
Liam didn’t speak for a long moment, and then he said, “All right.”
Inside the playroom, Jonathan went to check on Roxi. Leaning against her, he put his lips to her ear. “Angel, I’m back. I’m going to make you feel good, and then I’ll whip you, and please use your safeword if you have to.”
Feeling between her legs with a slow drag of his fingers, his dick stiffened at how wet she was. “Good girl.” He rubbed her ass and swatted it several times, one right after another, and she moaned. He pulled a four-foot single tail whip off the wall and backed up. He cracked the whip a half dozen times in the air for effect, and to loosen his shoulders to prepare. He positioned himself and popped the whip close to Roxi’s ass but didn’t allow it to connect. The next one however, did. Roxi moaned in an erotic way that made his dick harden completely. He whipped her left cheek several times leaving a red mark, but he hadn’t anticipated it and stiffened at the sight. “You’re doing well, Jonathan.” Liam was at his side.
He dropped his head and shook it. The man rested a hand on his shoulder. “It’s okay, she wants it. Can’t you hear it in her moaning, she’s practically begging for it?” He spoke softly. “Go a little harder. You can do this. For her.”
With the extra encouragement, when he looked he did see that she wanted more. She writhed around on the cross whimpering, she was worked up and needed release. Jonathan looked at Liam and a smile passed between the two of them. Wanting to make her feel good, he raised the whip and hit her harder. Not a little harder but a lot harder. That one would leave a mark. It felt good to not hold back, but as soon as he pulled the whip back, he felt guilt gnaw at his stomach. At the same time he registered the guilt, he heard Roxi cry out in ecstasy as her orgasm took over. “Oh God yes! Yes!”
Tortured, confused feelings hit him with a vengeance. His head said “do it again” at the same time his heart said “stop”, all the while his dick was hard as steel.
“She still wants more,” Liam offered. “See how her breathing isn’t slowing?”
Needing to compose himself, Jonathan went to Roxi and ran his fingers through her sopping wet pussy. He closed his eyes and his breath caught. Fingering over her clit, it twitched and she tried to pull away. She was sensitive after her orgasm. “Fuck,” he muttered breathlessly.
He shoved two fingers in her and pumped them furiously as she bucked and arched her back. He stopped suddenly and pulled her by the hair. He kissed her lips and whispered, “You are so fucking sexy. I’m going to whip your ass, come for me again my slut.”
She nodded.
He went back to his position and cracked the whip a few times to fuck around with her. Looking over his shoulder, he saw Liam rubbing his cock through his pants. He jerked his head toward the man’s dick. “Go ahead, relieve yourself, I would.”
Liam looked unsure, but when Jonathan turned around, he heard the man’s zipper. Cracking the whip in the air, he chose to hit her left cheek again on the next pass. Admiring the whiteness of her right cheek next to the red swollen one made him want to fuck her right then and there in the playroom. It was on odd turn of events, this play session. From behind him, he heard Liam stroking his cock in controlled movem
ents.
Jonathan continued to mark Roxi’s ass as she came hard and screamed. In between her cries of joy, he heard Liam’s rhythm pick up and shortly after, the man moaned. It sounded like a stifled cry.
Jonathan got some baby wipes and tissues for him. “Here, clean up, and join me.”
Liam slumped against the wall. “Sorry, it’s been awhile and she’s so—so…” he trailed off, out of breath.
“Yeah, I know.” Jonathan offered him a small smile and returned to Roxi. Checking her pussy, it was beyond wet and her juices ran down her thighs. He wanted to drop and lap it up. Instead, he reached down and pinched her clit. Hard. She gasped and then groaned. “I want to call you bad things and then I want to fuck you, but that can wait. I want Liam to whip you one last time before he has to leave.” Roxi bit her lip, moaned and nodded her head.
Jonathan turned and offered the whip to him. “One last time?” Liam shook his head. “Please? We’d both like you too. The right side is for you.” He pointed toward her pale ass cheek. “Leave her one last marking of your doing, as a gift.”
Liam stepped forward shrugging his jacket off, and neatly placed it on a nearby chair. He unbuttoned his cuffs and rolled up his sleeves. Extending his hand to take the whip from Jonathan, he looked sad. “I thank you both for allowing me to be a part of your special day.” He cracked the whip a few times, and rolled his shoulders. “This is my gift to you, my love, one last time.” He unleashed the whip without batting an eye; it was harder than Jonathan could ever hit Roxi, even though he could see the joy in her face when her eyes rolled back in her head and her lips parted.
Her head of brown hair flipped back in sheer ecstasy, and the sexy noises coming from her mouth made him reconsider. He might have to toughen up for her if this was the only way for her to enjoy herself. He reached down to press on the head of his cock, trying to stave off his urgent need to come. Watching the two of them was the most erotic scene he’d ever seen. Liam gave, and Roxi received, like they’d been doing this their whole lives. It was sexy as hell.