Taming Kalinda

by Dakota Trace

  “That’s what I thought. You settle right down when he’s around. I’d heard about that back in L.A. How the terror of the BDSM club came to heel whenever Dominic LaFontane entered a room. Kinda of sickening to watch it now though - considering what Boss has in plan for the pair of you.” He tugged her forward. Let’s get this show on the road.” She stumbled after him, until they were less than ten feet from Dominic and the man.

  “I got her Boss. I did good, didn’t I?” The man, for the first time since he’d grabbed her, seemed nervous.

  “Yes, Mr. Dunkin, you did. Why don’t you take the lovely Ms. Doherty inside? Mr. Raphael is waiting for her. We’ll be along shortly.”

  “What the hell!” Her curse was cut off when Bertie hauled off and belted her in the mouth.

  She stumbled again and almost fell before he jerked her back upright.

  “I’m sorry, Boss, she didn’t know any better.” He yanked on her arm before dragging her towards the building.

  * * * *

  Dominic bit the inside of his cheek as the man dragged Kalinda into Olivia’s. He refused to give the man the satisfaction of seeing his helplessness.

  “Such a handful. I can see how you’re attracted to her despite her filthy mouth.” Stepping back, Mr. Brown handed Dominic off to the two brutes that had kicked him earlier. “Escort Mr. LaFontane into Olivia’s - there has been a room made available for his use.”

  Each man took an arm intent on dragging him towards the entrance when Mr. Brown stopped them. “Make sure he’s tied tightly. The last thing I want is for him to interrupt Mr. Raphael’s fun.”

  “Yes, Boss.” The man on his right answered before high-stepping him towards the building.

  Dominic’s eyes slowly adjusted to the darkened interior. He was shocked to see the change in atmosphere inside the club. Earlier when he’d been here, there had been the sounds of laughter as Dom’s joked with each other, the grunts of slaves being flogged, and multiple cries of pain and ecstasy. Now it was eerily silent.

  As he was marched past several of the staff, they avoided his eyes. What the hell was going on here? Where was Olivia?

  He soon found out when he was lead into a playroom. On one side there for them all to see was Olivia. Her bound hands were hooked over her head. She was stretched out until at this point she was barely touching the floor with her toes. Her dark hair was disheveled, while her clothing was ripped until the pale curves of her breasts had been exposed. The dark bruising on her face told the story of how she’d struggled before being placed in the restraints. The need for blood was in her eyes. He winced. Whoever had done this better pray she didn’t get loose.

  He grunted as his ass hit the hardwood seat of a ladder-back chair. With efficient movements the two men secured him.

  “All right Boss, he’s secure.”

  “Good job, Mr. Carson. You may go for the moment. Wait outside the door please. I don’t want Mr. LaFontane’s punishment interrupted.”

  “Of course, Boss.” He heard the click of the heavy door shutting behind the man.

  He glared when Mr. Brown had the audacity to sit down next to him in a plush chair. “Comfortable?”

  “What do you think?” Dominic resisted the urge to curse at the man.

  “I do believe it’s time for the show to begin.” He nodded towards the St. Andrews Cross in the middle of the room.

  He paled when the man he remembered from the Gilded Lily came into view. A few steps behind him was Kalinda. She’d been stripped of the shorts and t-shirt she’d been wearing earlier. With her dark hair pulled up into a high pony tail, wearing nothing at all - not even a thong, and the submissive bend of her head, his dick hardened despite the circumstances. What man wouldn’t get hard seeing his submissive in such a pose?

  When Kalinda gave a muffled protest, Mr. Raphael gave her a curt order which Dominic couldn’t hear. She seemed to move awkwardly before finally approaching the cross.

  “Arms, slave.” The harsh command had her lifting her hands into position. He was glad she couldn’t see him. Her humiliation would be less if she didn’t realize he was here. He hoped against everything that was holy that Josh had been able to call the ‘Calvary’ in.

  “So this is your plan Mr. Brown. To whip my slave in front of me? To make her relive the nightmare she’s just gotten over? Damn if you aren’t sadistic.” He braced himself for a blow which never came.

  Mr. Brown smirked before he leaned forward to pat Dominic’s cheek. “No, Mr. LaFontane, I am much better at my job than that - as is Raphael. He’s going to make Ms. Doherty enjoy every last minute under his whip, until she’s all but renounced your claim on her.”

  Dominic froze - this was the last thing he’d expected. “What makes you think that she’ll ever do that?”

  “Because he won’t let her come until she does. He will strike every available inch of her skin until it is a rosy hue before attaching the naughty little nipple clamps she so loves. Do you honestly expect her to hold out against her favorite toys?” The smug grin on Mr. Brown’s face was disconcerting as he sat back. A low gasp from Kalinda filled the room. Closing his eyes, he fought the need to see exactly what the man was doing to Kalinda.

  “Open your eyes, Mr. LaFontane, or I shall cut your eyelids off. One way or another - you will watch this.” The humor had fled the other man’s voice, sending chills down Dominic’s spine. He slowly opened his eyes and wished he hadn’t. The man was kneeling between Kalinda’s widespread thighs with his mouth buried in her pussy. The loud slurping noises coming from Raphael and Kalinda had him ready to tear apart the chair to which he was bound.

  “That’s a good boy, Mr. LaFontane, watch as he arouses her. I do believe she is enjoying the feel of his tongue against her pussy.”

  * * * *

  Humiliation filled Kalinda when she felt the traitorous flesh between her thighs respond to the flick of the man’s tongue against it. Despite the fact her mind wasn’t willing, her body didn’t care that a man that wasn’t ‘Master or Sir’ was teasing it. She knew from the directions the man had told her when he’d stripped and prepared her, that she was to do exactly as he’d told her if she wanted her men to get out of this alive. Still she found it hard to accept her body’s willing response to the feel of his tongue against her bare folds. When she felt the familiar pinch of a clamp around her clit, she moaned audibly.

  Behind her the man chuckled loudly, obviously for its effect on the other two men. She knew from what he’d told her, after he’d knocked out Bertie that he had to make this scene look realistic. If he didn’t, he’d blow months of undercover work for naught. “Such a horny little pain slut, aren’t you, slave. Your cream is already coating your thighs.”

  She wanted to rail against him, knowing that either one - if not both of her Masters were watching the scene. This wasn’t the same as her time in the playroom with her brother. She wasn’t teasing her men this time. She was being used to torture them.

  When the man came around to the front of her, she saw the small clamps he held in his hands. She shook her head ‘No!’ as he reached through the slats of the cross to fondle her nipples. “I’m sorry, I have to do this.” She cried out as the pinch of the clamps had her womb tightening.

  She gave a sigh of relief when he stepped back removing his body from hers. As she heard the crack of a whip, she pressed her face against her arm. She tried to mentally brace herself for the first stroke of what she was sure would be the nasty cat-o-nines which hung from his belt. When the stroke finally landed, she cried out with relief. Even without seeing what he was using, she could tell that he was swinging a flogger. She could handle the flogger no matter how vicious he got.

  “Count off, slave.” His unhappy reminder had her obeying.

  “One,” she gasped as another landed. How long is this gonna go on?

  * * * *

  Caelan glared at Jude in disbelief. “What the fuck do you mean, we can’t go in there yet!”

  Jude held his
hands up. “Hey man, just wait a minute until my friend gets here.” He shifted uncomfortably in the passenger seat of the car. He’d been stalling since they’d pulled into the lot twenty minutes ago. First he’d claimed he wanted to do a security check via his laptop of Olivia’s. Caelan had to admit he’d seen the validity in checking the cameras before entering the club. They needed every advantage they could have. That was until he saw the camera mounted in Olivia’s private playroom. There in living color he could see his sister strapped to a St. Andrews cross being flogged. This wasn’t anything like watching Dominic or even Josh flog his baby sister. They did it out of love, affection and lust for her - not as a tool for torture.

  He was just getting ready to say screw it and leave the other man behind when a sharp rap on the driver’s side window startled him.

  “Thanks for not blowing this operation, Caelan.” Peering up into the darkness, he finally recognized the man in front of him. It was the police officer who’d taken Nisey’s statement earlier.

  “You better explain damn fast. That’s my sister in there.”

  “I know.” He squatted down next to the car. “I’ll give you the fast and dirty of it.”

  Caelan crossed his arms over his chest.”I’m listening and this better be damn good.”

  * * * *

  Kalinda felt as if she was being tortured, her pussy ached to come, and each stroke of the flogger had her arching back in anticipation of the next stroke. The man had been whipping her steadily for a while now. In the back ground she could hear the curses coming from Dominic. She gasped as a particularly hard stroke hit her ass just right. She hovered on the edge of orgasm. She fought it hard, but unfortunately the man seemed to realize how close she was.

  “Beg for it, slave. Admit that I own you, then and only then will I let you come.” The harsh tone of his voice had her trembling.

  “No…I can’t!” She fought the tears threatening to overflow. It had to almost be over, or she was going to die. She couldn’t betray Master and Sir this way.

  “You will.” He leaned forward as if to nip her ear. His voice was almost a whisper. “You’re doing good, sweetheart. Just a bit more and it’ll be over. Don’t give in too soon. This has to be believable.”

  “No….” She struggled against the bonds.

  He stepped back. “Oh yes. You will submit to me, slave.” His arm flew again and again. For a brief period of time, she forgot that it was make-believe. Every stroke of his flogger tormented her, pushed her higher until she was willing do anything if he’d only let her come.

  Just when she was ready to give in, he stepped close one final time. “So close aren’t you, slave? All it takes is three little words. You know them. Give them to me.” His voice lowered as he licked her cheek. “Now, sweetheart, let’s finish this.” As if seeing the distress in her eyes, he gave a smirk before backing away far enough to grab the clamps attached to her nipples. His voice rose. “Tell me what I want to hear.” He tugged hard on them before releasing them. He made eye contact with her. She knew it was time.

  “Yours!”

  He gave one more vicious tug on the clamps leaving her ‘teetering’ on the edge of an orgasm before stepping back. Her wail of frustration was faked this time. She screamed at him as he left her side. “You sadistic asshole get back here!” Tears streaked down her cheeks. “Please…you can’t leave me like this!”

  * * * *

  The man called Raphael turned his back on the screaming slave. It’d been close, but he’d stopped from making her come like he’d promised her. He never hated himself as much as he did now when he saw the look of devastation on the bound man’s face. He had to finish this. Once it was over, he was retiring. He was getting to old for this shit. Keeping his face composed he approached the blond man.

  “It’s done. She is mine now.”

  “Mr. Raphael, you didn’t complete your task. She didn’t come. Her humiliation has to be complete.”

  Raphael raised a brow. “She will eventually. As her new owner, I determine when she comes, and when she doesn’t. Look at him. He’s been beaten. What you wanted has been achieved. Dominic LaFontane will no longer give your franchise any more trouble.”

  The man studied him a moment before looking over at Dominic. The man had tears running down his face. “Indeed he has. My partners and I are eternally grateful. I will let Mr. Dvorak know that you performed admirably tonight, and the position of Head Dom at the Gilded Lily is yours.”

  “Somehow I don’t think you can assure me of that, Mr. Brown. The competition at the Gilded Lily is cutthroat. Anders won’t take me on my word.” Raphael kept his tone arrogant as the man expected.

  “Really, and what would convince Anders of your right to that specific position?”

  “A paper signed by one of the founding members of the Gilded Lily stating the position is mine, and since your client is conveniently absent…”

  Mr. Brown took a piece of paper out of his pocket, scribbled on it, then handed it to Raphael.

  “Will that do?”

  Raphael barely glanced at the paper in his hand. “Like a note from you is going to mean anything…”

  Mr. Brown smirked. “It should, considering that I am the sole owner of the Gilded Lily.”

  “Really?”

  “Yes.” The man looked entirely smug.

  “Good, in fact perfect. Mr. Brown, you are under arrest for several counts of solicitation and first degree murder.” Raphael smiled as Caelan, Jude, and some Chicago cops burst into the room.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Moving stiffly, Kalinda exited the spare bedroom at Caelan’s. She wasn’t sure what day it was. The nightmares of what had happened at Olivia’s had continued to plague her. Without her Master or Sir’s presence to stop them, the nightmares had nothing on the memories which haunted her during her waking hours. Even when she tried not to dwell on them, they swamped her when she least expected it…

  “Yours!’ She couldn’t believe that he’d forced the plea out of her mouth but she needed to come so badly. Raphael gave one more vicious tug leaving her teetering on the edge of an orgasm before stepping back. Her wail of frustration wasn’t faked this time. She screamed at him as he left her side. “You sadistic asshole get back here!” Tears streaked down her cheeks. “Please…you can’t leave me like this!”

  But his presence was gone while she was left stretched on a rack of agonizing need. At this point her body didn’t care that Raphael wasn’t her Master. Struggling against her bonds her only thought was of finding relief. Not only did her pussy feel agonizingly empty, her nipples ached and her clit was throbbing. All it would take is one well placed blow for her primed body to explode.

  She didn’t know how long she dangled on the cross trapped in her body’s needs until she heard the soothing sound of Josh’s British accent.

  “Shh, Spitfire…” His hands went to the straps binding her to the cross. She bucked when his clothed body brushed her bare one.

  “Please, Sir….please!”

  “God damn it, hold still, Kalinda.”His frustration at her constant wiggling was obvious but she could care less. “Son of a bitch.” His hand slapped her ass causing her world to shatter as hard wracking pleasure spilled over her. She barely heard the scream that flew out of her mouth. Her body was still cresting when she felt a pair of powerful arms lifting her from the cross.

  When the pleasure finally released her from its embrace, she opened her eyes to the sight of Jude freeing Olivia from the manacles where she was hanging, while Josh held her on his lap. From the boneless way the woman was slumped Kalinda had a feeling she was still out of it. She pushed the blanket away from her shoulders before looking for Dominic.

  “Shh, Spitfire, everything will be okay. He’ll be fine.” Josh rubbed his hand over her back to reassure her. Looking over his shoulder, she scanned the room for Master. Other than a chair with cut ropes lying on the floor, it was as if he’d never been present. She paled when she saw a s
mall spatter of blood on the back of the chair.

  “Sir, where’s Master?” She searched his familiar blue eyes frantically. They were sad, as if he had a secret he didn’t want to tell her.

  “He’ll be home soon, Kalinda.”

  “Tell me what happened!”

  “I’m sorry, sweetheart. He was shot.”

  “No!” Her scream was muffled against his chest as he struggled to keep her from hurting herself once again…

  “Are you okay, Sis?” Caelan’s voice jerked her back to the present. She looked up into his dark eyes before shaking her head.

  “Has he called yet?” It was the same thing that she asked him every day for the past week, ever since Dominic had come home from the hospital. Dominic had told her he’d call when he was ready for her to come back. So far there had been no call.

  When he shook his head, she felt the familiar burn of tears against her lids before some strong righteous anger took over.

  “We’ll just see about that.” She pushed away from the island before leaving the kitchen returning to the darkened guest bedroom. She’d had enough of this. Even if she’d fucked up, she was finished with waiting for an invitation from her Master. He’d holed up in her apartment by himself - because he didn’t want her to be disturbed at night each time he had to get up for his painkillers. Now she knew it had been nothing more than an excuse. He was hiding from her.

  Wrenching the shower on, her anger built and strengthened as she stripped out of her clothes.

  If the punishment I accepted from Josh wasn’t enough to atone for the fact that I begged another man for release, then Master is going to have to get off his lazy ass to fix it. I’m through with keeping my distance. As soon as I finish my shower, I’m going upstairs to get some answers from his stubborn Cajun ass. If he thinks he can shut me out, he’s in for a surprise. He’s my Master. I’ll be damned if I’ll let him walk away from me.

  * * * *