Taming Kalinda

by Dakota Trace

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  Taming Kalinda © February 2011 Dakota Trace

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  Taming Kalinda

  By Dakota Trace

  Prologue

  Kalinda Doherty was dragged out of a deep sleep by the muffed sound of a woman moaning. Jerking upright in her bed, she tried to orient herself. It was her first weekend in her new apartment. She originally planned to move in the following week, but with her doting mother driving her nuts, she’d decided to move sooner. With Caelan gone on a trip, she was sure he wouldn’t mind, especially if he didn’t have to lug her stuff up the stairs.

  She was the luckiest sister in the world. When she’d decided to attend Illinois Institute of Technology to get her degree in Architecture, her older brother, Caelan, had converted the upstairs level of his home into a separate apartment for her, claiming he didn’t want her living in Bronzeville - even if it would’ve been in the IIT dorms - by herself. Instead he’d proposed she move in with him plus he would provide her with a car to get back and forth.

  Sitting with the sheet pooled around her waist, she tried to identify what had woken her. True, her brother’s home in Evanston was in a nice area, but it was a far cry from the sleepy antiquing town of Galena, where her mother now resided. When she couldn’t hear anything, she laid back down after attributing it to her over active imagination. She was just drifting back to sleep when another muffled scream sounding like a woman crying out for help had her scrambling out of her bed.

  Running a shaky hand through her hair, she shoved her feet into her old worn bunny slippers before rushing out of the room. Stumbling down the darkened staircase separating her apartment from her brother’s she cried out when she missed a step twisting her ankle. The pain was tremendous but her urgent need to help the woman drove her on. Now that she was down stairs, she could hear the sounds of pleading a bit better. They were still muffled but the volume was much louder as if they were coming from the bowels of Caelan’s home. Limping the last few feet to her brother’s door, she found the spare key to his apartment on her key ring and jammed it into the lock. She was glad she remembered to grab her keys because she knew the stabbing pain in her ankle wouldn’t have allowed her to go back upstairs.

  Gritting her teeth against the agony radiating up her calf, she used the wall and furniture for support while she hobbled across the hardwood floors of Caelan’s living room. Following the sounds of the escalating cries, her only objective was helping the woman. She had no idea what she was going to do when she found her, but she had to do something to help.

  She was breathing hard after using the double hand rails to make it down to the cool interior of the basement. Stopping a moment to catch her breath, she could see a narrow rectangle of light at the end of the short hall. Trying to keep her weight off her bad leg, she slowly negotiated her way to the door. Hanging onto the partially opened doorway, she closed her eyes against the nausea threatening to overwhelm her. Releasing a soft sob, she forced the agony from her mind when the sound of flesh being struck followed by a feminine cry had her eyes opening.

  In the center of the well-lit room, she could make out the partial view of a woman who was strapped face first to a tall wooden X with her back bare, wearing nothing more than a thin thong and several stripes of reddened flesh. With her view blocked by two men standing close to the woman with their backs to the door, she fought with herself. Should she call the police? The throbbing in her ankle told her there was no way she could make it back up the stairs to the phone. But how can I just leave her there?

  Nibbling on her lip, she was looking around the room for something she could possibly use to stop the men, when the brunet turned toward her. Stumbling back when recognition washed over her, she shook her head. She just couldn’t relate her loving brother to this man. He wore nothing more than a pair of dark leather pants while he conversed with the other man. The stark desire on his face had her feeling like an interloper. This was not a situation she was comfortable in. Moving further back into the hallway, she was tempted to flee but couldn’t. Not only was the pain holding her prisoner, her concern for the woman was still lingering. She couldn’t help but wonder about Caelan’s involvement. While his personality was bit chauvinistic when it came to taking care of the women in his life, he was unfailingly gentle. Seeing him with a restrained woman who was obviously being whipped just didn’t add up.

  “Better…” Hearing his Irish brogue had her inching forward against her will. “You gave her the firm stroke she wanted. Just remember - never around her kidney area. You could cause serious damage there with even a flogger.”

  How could the girl want this?

  Evidently she wasn’t the only one questioning it because the other man voiced her very thoughts.

  “Damn Caelan, are you sure this is what she wants? Those welts have to sting like a bitch!”

  Kalinda’s breath came faster when she figured out who the other man was. Between the unique shade of his hair - a dark gold, and his slight English accent it could only be Joshuah Redding. She’d met him last summer when her friend Nisey had been hired to work at one of his shops. He was the owner of several custom tailoring and embroidery shops in the Near North area. She’d had a crush on him ever since. What the hell was he doing here?

  “Ask her, Josh.” Caelan’s voice was firm.

  Josh seemed to take a moment to process Caelan’s order before complying. “What level are you at, slave?”

  “Green, Sir.” The woman’s voice was ragged. “Please…Sir…I need more.”

  Kalinda was surprised at the desperate need she heard in the woman’s voice. This wasn’t the brutal assault she’d first thought. She’d run downstairs, in the process spraining her ankle, to not find a woman being abused but a woman enjoying what was obviously a consensual BDSM scene. Sinking back against the wall, she closed her eyes. God, I've got to quit being so damn impulsive. She tentatively put her weight on her ankle. The resulting pain had black spots dancing before her eyes. Fuck, there is no way I can make it back upstairs without them knowing. Embarrassment flushed her checks at the thought. I’m stuck here until they finish, so I can have one of them call me an ambulance.

  Holding herself still, she tried to ignore her surroundings. The sounds of flesh being struck, the begging pleas from the woman should’ve been a turn-off but they weren’t. Kalinda had read everything she could get her hands on about BDSM. She even knew enough to recognize what ‘levels’ were but she had never actually experienced a true scene before. She’d wanted too but hadn’t found a man she could trust that much. The closest she’d come was the time her last boy-friend had gotten rough during sex and hit her ass. He’d immediately begged her forgiveness and ruined the moment. The climax that had been within her reach - her first with a man - had slipped away.

  Now she was stuck in
the hallway with her ultimate fantasy going on mere feet away. When the cries suddenly stopped, she assumed they were finished and pushed off the wall. She realized her mistake when she glanced in the room. The woman was still restrained. The trembling of the woman’s splayed legs and her fast breathing told Kalinda this scene was far from finished. Like a deer caught in headlights, she couldn’t look away, especially when Josh moved closer to the woman.

  “Let’s see how badly you need it, slave.”

  Almost as if he realized she couldn’t see, her brother who had been standing closer to the woman stepped aside, giving Kalinda a clear view. The glistening fluid on the woman’s inner thighs told of the woman’s ecstatic pleasure. She watched as Josh shoved aside the crotch of the restrained woman’s thong then thrust his fingers inside the moaning slave. Kalinda’s heart raced. When his fingers withdrew she could see the sticky cream of the other woman’s arousal on them. She nearly gave away her hidden presence with a moan when Josh stuck them in his mouth and cleaned them off. Oh my God, that should be illegal.

  “Damn, Caelan, I do believe she was telling the truth. She definitely is a horny little slut.” Josh’s voice was full of amusement and a touch of satisfaction as if he were pleased he’d brought the woman to such a high level of arousal.

  Caelan chuckled and the slave began to plead again.

  “Please, Sir…please!” She tugged against the leather restraints.

  When Josh backed away from the woman Kalinda could tell he’d turned serious. His moment of revelry with Caelan was over. He was once more focused on the woman. “As you wish.”

  Anticipation filled Kalinda when he stepped back to resume his position behind the woman. The fluid arc of his arm as it drew back and the resulting thwacking sound from what she assumed was a flogger had her breath catching hard in her throat. Her nipples beaded under her sleep shirt as her softly exhaled moan joined the harsher moan of the other woman. Clinging to the door, Kalinda’s world narrowed down until the only thing that mattered was the scene playing out before her. Her desire climbed steadily as Josh gave the woman stroke after stroke on her upper back and ass. The woman seemed to writhe against the wooden X even harder the faster the blows fell. Kalinda longed to feel the burn of the flogger against her own skin.

  Standing in the shadows, Kalinda tried to fight her need masturbate. I can’t do this here. If Caelan turns he’ll see me. When a particularly hard blow had the slave fighting against the bonds holding her, Kalinda’s self–control broke. She shoved her hand under the sleep shorts she was wearing to bury two of her fingers inside of her aching pussy. Watching the fiery path of the flogger draw broader strokes across the slave’s reddened skin, Kalinda wanted to be her. Oh God what does it feel like? I want to be the one giving up my body to Josh. The idea had her panting as she rubbed her thumb over her clit. She’d give anything to be the one under Josh’s flogger right now. She wanted to feel the helplessness of being restrained - to feel the erotic bite of the flogger and know that Josh was the one controlling it - that she had no other course but to accept what he gave. She bit down hard on her lower lip to keep the plea from spilling from her mouth.

  With the pain of her ankle now forgotten, she leaned hard against the door to free her other hand. It immediately went to her cloth covered nipples. She alternated pinching them as she drew closer to the edge. Sweat beaded on her forehead and between her breasts. She was so close - just a few more strokes and she’d come.

  “Please, Sir…I want to… no, I need to…come!”

  The cry of the slave while she arched her body towards the downward swings of the flogger nearly pushed Kalinda over the edge.

  Oh God, yes! Beg for it, you bitch. Kalinda would’ve been appalled at her own thoughts if lust hadn’t clouded her mind. Gone was the good girl who did what her mother expected, while in her place was the horny submissive woman she longed to be. Rubbing her clit faster, Kalinda’s blood was pounding in her ears. She tensed as she felt the approach of her orgasm when Josh’s voice reached her.

  “Don’t you dare come! A good slave knows she has to wait until her Master gives permission.” His voice was tight with restrained desire, and if he hadn’t had his back to her, Kalinda would’ve sworn Josh was speaking to her. Giving her nipple a brutal twist, she allowed herself to fall into the fantasy.

  “Please, Sir!” Kalinda wasn’t sure if the words had come from her mouth or the slave’s as her body trembled on the edge of gut wrenching pleasure.

  “No! Do not come.”

  Her climax stalled at his command. A low whimper escaped her when her thumb eased its pressure on her clit. She could almost feel the thuds of the flogger landing against her willing flesh. She didn’t recognize the woman she was now, but only knew she had the desire to obey - she no longer controlled her body - Sir did.

  Unaware of the moans, pants and gasps coming from her throat, she hovered on the edge of nirvana. It never occurred to her that one of the men had finally felt her presence. She nearly sobbed in relief when Sir finally gave his long-awaited permission.

  “Now come for me, slave.”

  She choked as his command released a wave of violent pleasure which battered her body. The bone-jarring sensation weakened Kalinda’s knees. She fell towards the floor never hearing the muttered curse her brother uttered as he caught her. As the pleasure finally eased, pain from her forgotten ankle rushed in. A low moan of agony slipped past her lips before she blacked out.

  * * * *

  “Come on Brat, wake up. Don’t do this to me.” Hearing her brother’s thick Irish brogue, she tried to focus on Caelan and not the agonizing throbbing of her ankle. Taking a few deep breaths, she was finally able to focus on him. A flush filled her face when his worried face filled her vision. Fuck, I stepped in it this time. Not only did I spy on something I never should’ve, I masturbated until I came. Her moan of embarrassment turned to one of pure agony when a pair of hands gently prodded her ankle.

  “Damn, she’s gonna need an ambulance, Caelan. Go call them, I’ll stay with her.”

  Even through the red haze of pain, she latched onto the soothing voice. Sir. He was here - he’d make sure she’d be okay.

  She was vaguely aware of her brother leaving. When a hand cupped her chin, she looked up into a pair of the most beautiful midnight blue eyes. Immediately her haze filling her from her orgasm and the resulting fall cleared. Licking her lips, she said the first thing that came to her mind. “Let me up.” She pushed his hands away from her body.

  He immediately pushed her back down. “Don’t. Stay put, I don’t want you making your ankle worse. It’s swollen as a grapefruit. You’re not to move until the paramedics get here.”

  She crossed her arms over her still beaded nipples. “Then don’t you think that you should go take care of your friend.” She glanced towards the wooden cross only to see that it was now empty.

  “Already been taken care of - she’ll be fine.”

  When the left side of his mouth quirked her heart started racing.

  “But not as fine as you’re going to be when it happens the first time for you.”

  Her eyes widened as panic filled her. He couldn’t know that I came with her. His attention was on her - not me. Even as she reassured herself, the knowing look in his eyes had her mouth going dry. “What do you mean?”

  “Any woman who can ignore the pain of an obviously badly injured ankle while still having one hell of an orgasm from just watching me flog another woman, is going to be a spitfire the first time she’s under the whip. In fact that’s what I’m going to call you.”

  “I didn’t…” She flushed and tried to divert her gaze from his.

  “Liar.” Josh shoved his hand between her thighs. She jerked when his fingers brushed over her clit as he felt her wetness through the thin cloth. She groaned when she realized she’d just given him a sure sign of how sensitive her clit was.

  “Both wet and highly sensitive yet you’re trying to say you didn’t come.
I’m not buying it. You climaxed.” He brushed his thumb over her clit again. When she gasped he smiled, obviously savoring her reaction to his touch. “The next time it happens, I’ll be experiencing it firsthand.”

  “Yeah right.” Trying to hide behind false bravado had little effect when he pinched her clit through her sleep shorts, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through her.

  “That’s not just a promise, spitfire, it’s a guarantee.”

  The desire in his eyes had her catching her breath. Fuck I can’t do this. Not only is he Caelan’s friend, he’s way out of my league.

  Before she could voice her protest at his audacity, Calean re-entered the room with an ice pack and something for her pain. Even as she lowered her eyes from Josh’s intense gaze only one thought filled her mind, I came from simply watching him flog another woman. Not only did it turn him on, he’s ready to pursue this. I’m so fucking screwed.

  Chapter One

  Two years later

  Staring out of the plane window, Kalinda shifted in her seat. She was finally going home. Whether it would be to stay or not was yet to be determined. She missed Caelan and Nisey like hell, but with frequent trips home and visits from them she was surviving. Los Angeles was a big city - there was tons of stuff to keep her busy but it still wasn’t Chicago. She didn’t want to admit it but she’d left her heart in Chicago two years ago when she’d left Joshuah Redding behind at his insistence. Not that he’d given her much choice. His insistence at taking the internship so she could explore her sexuality had hurt. She hadn’t wanted another Dom to teach her anything - she’d wanted him. It had been nothing more than an excuse he used to get me out of his life after I failed to please him sexually. Otherwise he wouldn’t have told me that after the first and only time we fucked.

  “You need to quit thinking about him, chérie.” Dominic’s soft Cajun accent drew her from her morbid thoughts as the plane got ready to taxi down the runway. She took comfort in the reassuring presence when he held her hand as the plane started to move.