Silken Desires

by Laci Paige

  The next person through the door halted Jonathan’s happy mood. “Hiya, sweet cheeks.” Bianca rubbed against Jonathan and purred in his ear. “Miss you. Where have you been? I’ve needed a good fuck.” She looked at him with pouty lips.

  “I’ve been with someone else. Not that it’s any of your business. But you and I are over, not that we were ever on, but I mean as far as the schedule. I’ve had you removed. I no longer wish to scene or train with you.” He pushed her off with a gentle touch. “That’s my choice, and Master Kyle agrees. Any problems, take it up with him. I’m sure he can find you someone else to your liking.” He nudged her away. “Go find a seat before they begin.”

  Jake shook his head, and Jonathan wandered over to the table. “She’s such a cunt.” He glared at Bianca then looked at Kristy. “Shit, sorry cutie, that wasn’t appropriate and not meant for your ears. I apologize.” He ran his hand down her head and stroked her hair.

  “Hear what?” She played dumb, and he smiled for the first time since the bitch walked into the room.

  “Thanks.” Grateful that Kristy could always put him in a good mood, he playfully tugged her hair.

  An elderly couple walked in dressed in leather, Arthur and Dorothy, they were the club’s oldest clients by far, and the ones he’d seen recently at Slipknot. They were in their seventies and came to all the special events. “Lookin’ good Mistress Dorothy.” Jonathan stepped in front of them. “Let me show you to your table.”

  Her face lit up in a huge smile. “Thank you Master Jonathan.” He smiled as the woman tugged on her husband’s leash. The man followed behind willingly with his head lowered, but Jonathan could see him smiling. Every time he saw the two of them together he had thoughts of him and Roxi.

  He shook his head trying not to think about her, but it still hurt regardless.

  As he pulled the chair out for Dorothy, Arthur took his place in the chair next to her. In their younger days, he sat at her feet, but with age and little bit of arthritis they opted for a chair.

  He was just about to tell the couple to enjoy themselves and to have a good night when he heard people murmuring and a few people gasp and then the room fell silent. Glancing around, he could see people looking toward the door. He looked up and what he saw took his breath away.

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Roxi stood tall in black stilettos, feet spread at shoulder width, and her shoulders squared in confidence. She wore a black leather mini dress that Jonathan had never seen before, and lace-topped thigh-highs decorated her legs below the hem of her dress. Jonathan’s dick instantly strained against his tight leather pants. But what really got to him was what he saw across her chest, and she wore his collar. Her hair was a controlled mess and her makeup bold. This was a new look for her, and he liked it.

  She held her stance at the door as he walked in slow motion hoping she was real and not a dream. She only had eyes for him, and they were full of lust, want, and need. When he finally reached her all he could do was grip her by the back of the neck and kiss her deeply. All the pain and angst melted away as he felt her return the kiss fervently. When their kiss ended he bit her earlobe, and whispered, “When we get home I’m going to fuck you in the playroom, my beautiful slut. Damn, you make me hard.”

  She exhaled a breathy, “Please, Sir.” He traced a finger lazily on the words displayed across her chest in what looked like black marker. It read—Jonathan’s slut.

  He released his grip on the back of her neck. He needed time to let it all sink in. “Go sit.” He pointed to the table where Kristy sat wide-eyed and Jake stared with no emotion whatsoever on his face. “And speak to no one.”

  “Yes, Sir.” He watched her walk slowly and seductively, but with her head down. She chose the chair next to Kristy, which was directly across the round table from Jake. Kristy opened her mouth to speak looking to Jonathan for approval. Jonathan shook his head “no” and she closed her parted lips.

  Jonathan greeted and seated several more people but couldn’t concentrate on any of them. He kept glancing back at Roxi—his love, sitting there so nicely. For the second time that night a lump formed in his throat. This time it was welcomed as happy tears threatened to spill. Pulling it together, he squeezed his eyes shut as a moan built in his throat only to be released as a loud breath. The lights dimmed and he closed the doors after a small group of people came rushing in.

  Kyle took the stage, welcoming everyone, so Jonathan went to sit with Roxi and his best friends. As he took his seat, Jake stared him down hard, a look he knew well. It meant his friend was not happy with him. He tried not to read into it, and faced Roxi. “Angel, look at me.”

  She raised her head and gave him the most earth shattering smile. His heart stuttered. “I thought you didn’t want to come tonight, or ever.” He stroked her collar and let his hand trail to the words on her chest. “And this, this is just…wow, I don’t even know what to say.”

  “I’m sorry for behaving the way I did. It was selfish of me only thinking of myself. I was stupid.” She put her hands to her neck and cupped her collar in her hands.

  “I’m glad you’re here, and you weren’t being stupid, just confused.” He cupped her cheek. “I love you.”

  “I know, and I love you too. That’s why I’m here, like this.” She ran her hands down her chest across the marker. “For you. For us.”

  Jake spoke up, but neither Roxi nor Jonathan looked away from one another. “So, you didn’t dress her like this or tell her to write that on her chest?” His voice sounded like controlled anger.

  Glaring over at Jake, he said, “No, and if I did it’s of no concern to you.” Jonathan shook his head and returned his attention to Roxi. “But I’d like to know how you wrote this on your chest. It’s impossibly neat.”

  Roxi giggled. “Pilar helped me.”

  “No shit! What did you tell her? How did she react?” Jonathan felt the disbelief on his face as he closed his gaping mouth.

  “I called her over to the house and told her I had a special event to attend as your sub and I wanted to look the part. She asked me to define “sub”. I gave her a brief explanation of our D/s relationship. She acted like I hadn’t said a word, and then asked what she could do. I laid my outfit on the bed with a black marker. She didn’t look shocked, and never said a word. She dressed me and helped with my hair and makeup.” Roxi’s hand went to her breastbone. “Then I picked up the marker.” Roxi began giggling again. “When I told her what to write on my chest she paled and asked me if I was sure I wanted to do that. I told her I did more than anything, and so she wrote it.”

  All Jonathan could do was laugh. People around him shushed him and he quieted, but still continued to laugh, just not as loud. “I can’t even picture her staying calm throughout that.”

  “When she walked me to the door, she was muttering something about the younger generations being so damn kinky.” Roxi’s smile went from ear to ear as she recalled the incident.

  Roxi put her hand on his knee. It made is already hard dick even harder. He couldn’t wait to get out of there to show her how much he treasured her, and wanted her.

  The darkened room lit up and music coming from the front of the room was a strange techno beat of sounds. Laser lights shot across the stage and over the three couples in various forms of play who were warming up. One couple utilized the St. Andrews cross, another the spanking horse, and the third couple was playing on a plain wooden chair.

  Jonathan couldn’t keep his hands off Kristy. He kept caressing her and smoothing a hand over her hair, and neither could stop smiling at one another. Jake obviously noticed. “All right, that’s enough. Come with me.” Jake stood abruptly and went out the door. The three of them looked at each other and got up to follow.

  In the hall, Jake stood near Room Four. “Do you have your key?”

  Jonathan pulled a key ring from his pocket. “Always.”

  Jake motioned to the door obviously wanting entry to Jonathan’s room. Once inside t
he room, Jake slammed the door shut. “Explain.”

  “What the fuck is your problem bro?” Roxi asked.

  “Everyone has lost their damn minds. These two can’t stop touching each other, or smiling for that matter, and you—” He pointed at Roxi. “You look like a fucking whore, and your boyfriend is in leather. I don’t know you guys anymore. What the hell is going on? Did I miss a memo somewhere that said today was the new April fool’s day?” Jake shoved a chair across the floor. “Cuz’ God, I sure hope this is all a joke.”

  “Jake, calm the fuck down.” Roxi walked right up to him and grabbed his face with both of her hands. Jonathan only saw her do that with her brother when he was on the verge of going crazy. She prevented many fights for him in high school using that technique, but it had been a while since he’d seen her do it. “We all love you, and that’s all you need to know. So sit, and relax so Jonathan and I can share our news.”

  “It better be good.” Jake walked to the bed and plopped down, and Kristy joined him.

  “Just shut up and listen, don’t interrupt either.” She put her hands on her hips and glared at him with her attitude that Jonathan had missed so much. She was acting like her old self, and he wanted to shout for joy. He stood next to her in a show of support and put his hand on her lower back.

  “Jake, I’m gonna say this once so listen carefully. I will not be having this conversation with you again.” She paused for a moment. “I’m a pain slut. I enjoy pain so much that I almost entertained the idea of living with a sadist for the rest of my life.” Jonathan could see Jake’s face and he could tell his friend was struggling not to speak. “Thankfully, Jonathan came to his senses and collared me. We had a small ceremony just the two of us with my friend and former Master, Liam. Liam is from New York, and he was the one I stayed with when I ran away.”

  Kristy shot up and ran over to her wrapping her arms around her. “I saw the collar, but I didn’t realize it was the real deal. I thought it was part of your wardrobe. Oh my God!” Kristy stroked the lock and read the inscription. “Always and forever. It’s beautiful.”

  “Thank you, Kris.” They hugged, and Kristy walked her over to sit next to her husband. Roxi remained standing over them with the extra five inches the heels gave her. “I also want you guys to know I’ve decided that in exchange for Jonathan’s love and his working hard to give me what I need physically, that I’d do anything for him. That includes being his slut, his bitch, or his bottom. Whatever the hell he wants I’ll give it to him, because I love him.”

  Jonathan’s heart leapt at her words, he hadn’t expected them. He thought he was there to hear Roxi and her brother give each other a tongue lashing. Overcome with joy he had to say something. “Roxi is only my sub for when we play at home or in the club, and yeah compared to you two, we’re both fucked up in that department. She likes pain, and I like to verbally degrade.” He shrugged his shoulders. “Other than that though, I’m still the same person I’ve always been, and she’s still the same vivacious bitchy woman that I love, with a few extra bruises.”

  He turned her backside to them, and Jonathan lifted the hem of her dress showing off bruised thighs. “This will take some getting used to, but I adore this woman and if this is what she wants I’m going to find a way to cope, and give her what she wants and needs. So if you have a problem with it, I don’t know what to tell you man. Either deal with it, or step back, because Roxi and I plan to be together for the rest of our lives.” He tugged at the lock on her collar, forcing her to face him, and she smiled in return.

  “I had this planned for later, but then you threw me for a loop earlier. I thought I’d be returning this.” He pulled a velvet ring box from his vest pocket and got down on one knee. Roxi put her hands over her mouth. “Roxanne, you know how I feel about you. I love you more than anything. You know who I am better than anyone, and yet you still want me. We’ve already decided to bond through the collar for life, so let’s take this one step further and get married. So, what do you say, will you marry me and be my wife?” He opened the box revealing a heart shaped diamond on a white gold band.

  She got to her knees with him—tears flowing down her cheeks. “Yes,” she croaked out.

  He removed the ring and slipped it on her left ring finger. It was a perfect fit. She held her hand up and admired it. “Its heart shaped; you remembered.” She wrapped her arms around his neck so hard he almost couldn’t breathe and they fell over on the floor laughing through kisses.

  “I think we should leave.” Kristy’s voice reminded him they weren’t alone. He sat up bringing Roxi with him.

  “Yeah, head on out. I know you have big plans. So do I.” He gave Roxi and devious grin and nibbled on her neck.

  “What plans?” Roxi asked.

  “Look at Kristy.” He whispered to her. He didn’t want to give away her news and spoil it, so he tried not to say more. Unable to stop himself, he pointed. “Rox really look at her. See how happy she is. Isn’t she radiant?”

  Roxi jumped to her feet and pulled Kristy off the bed. “Oh. My. God.” Hugging her, both women were laughing and crying at the same time. “What a happy day.”

  “It really is official, you’ve all lost it.” Jake stood and pulled the girls apart and stood between them with his chest puffed out, and hands clenched at his side.

  “Jake I know it seems your whole world was flipped upside down today, but look, Rox and I are together, forever.” Jonathan brushed his fingers over Roxi’s collar and held up her hand with the engagement ring for him to see. “Aren’t you happy for us?”

  Jake’s demeanor softened, and he relaxed his fists. “Yeah, man. Sorry. I don’t know what’s come over me. My sister’s lifestyle choices have thrown me off.” He walked over to Jonathan and extended a hand. “Congratulations.”

  Bypassing his hand, Jonathan went in for a man hug. “I love you, bro. You’ll be my best man right?”

  “Of course.” He returned the embrace. “Love you too.”

  When the men stepped apart, Jake turned to Roxi. “Are you happy?” he asked.

  “I am.” She took a step toward him, and stopped. Jake hesitated at first, but then took a few steps to close the gap between them. She ran her hand down his arm. “I love you, and I know you’re having a hard time digesting my choices, but I’m happy, and I’m going to marry Jonathan.” She poked a finger at his chest. “And you will just have to deal with the fact that I love pain, and I’m willing to be Jonathan’s slut.” She looked down to her chest and fingered the words. “I’ve dealt with you and your kinky ass self for years, now do me the common courtesy, and respect my choices.”

  “I do respect them. It’s just hard for me, you’re my sister and I’m naturally protective of you. The only saving grace is that it’s Jonathan topping you. I know he would never, never give you more than you could handle.” He took her hand and laced their fingers together.

  “It’s just the opposite.” Her eyes found Jonathan’s. “He doesn’t give me enough, but we’re working on it.” She smiled and turned her attention back to her brother.

  It was Jake’s turn to look at Jonathan. “Now I understand why you were running in the gym.”

  “Yeah, it’s hard for me. I’ve never had a problem in the club sceneing with anyone else in that way, but this is Roxi. Ya know? And we never had the chance to grow together like this. She moved on without me. Now I have to play catch up.”

  “I have faith that the two of you will work it out.” Jake finally let go of Roxi’s hand and pulled her into a hug. “Congratulations, sis, I’m happy for you both.”

  “Well, hell. I have news too.” Kristy walked over to her pocketbook on the bed, reached in, and pulled out a small white gift box. “I was going to wait until later to give this to you, but I can’t wait another minute.”

  Jake took the box Kristy offered him and studied it. He turned his head to Jonathan and Roxi. “Why do I have a feeling you guys know what this is about?” Both were grinning madly, bu
t said nothing.

  Slowly pulling the ribbon loose, his gaze went to Kristy. She nodded, encouraging him to keep going. He handed her the ribbon and stared at the box a moment before removing the lid. Once it was open, he stared at it. Finally Jake’s hand moved and pulled something out of the box. It was a folded cloth of some sort. Jonathan could see Kristy bouncing on her heels anxiously waiting for Jake to figure it out. He held it up and his eyebrows pulled together. “Unfold it,” Kristy instructed.

  As he unfolded the item, little strings popped out. With it completely unfolded, he held up a baby bib. “Read it.” Kristy pointed to the front of the bib.

  “I love my Dad.” Jake annunciated each word, and his face went from confused, to surprised.

  Jake dropped the box, clenched onto the bib, and pulled Kristy into a hug, burying his face in the crook of her neck. Jonathan couldn’t be too sure, but he thought Jake was crying. Kristy certainly was. Jonathan caught her gaze when she opened her eyes and he winked at her while taking Roxi’s hand and heading to the door.

  On the way out, he heard Jake say, “I’m gonna be a daddy?”

  And Kristy responded, “Yes, Jake, you’re gonna to be a daddy.”

  Jonathan gave Roxi’s hand a squeeze. “One day, that’s gonna be you and me.”

  Epilogue

  Jonathan couldn’t believe the turn of events in his life. His friends were married with a baby on the way, and Roxi was his in every way—forever.

  They’d worked hard in the playroom the past month trying to get the mix right for the both of them to be content, but usually ended up making each session about one’s wishes or the other. They weren’t able to both have their needs met in the same scene. But that was okay, they were both satisfied with that, and besides, they had the future to fine-tune things.