When he pulled his hand free, she was right at the peak of coming and she couldn’t stop the groan of protest. There were a few chuckles from the people around her, but she didn’t care.
“Flogger first, baby. Just like the other night.”
She was grateful that he warned her. When he stepped back, she felt suddenly bereft, but she wasn’t worried. Duncan would never, ever leave her while she was bound.
Silken strands landed on her upper back. He moved the flogger over her body, at first it was a mere tinkle, a brush of sensation. Then the flogger grew heavier. Nerve endings flared to life as her body heated and relaxed. She slumped forward. The flogger moved rhythmically, soft and sensuous. Dreamily, she just let herself go, not worrying about anything as he continued to flog her steadily.
There was a pause and through the mist came a question.
“Sugar, are you okay? Laken?” There was a bit of worry and it drew her out enough to answer him.
“I’m okay, Sir.”
“Give me a color, sugar.”
“Green.”
“What’s your safe word?”
Why wouldn’t he just go back to flogging her? “Odie, Sir.”
“I’m very pleased with you, little girl.” There was extreme satisfaction in his voice and she smiled, knowing she had pleased him. If anyone else was to call her a little, she’d hand his balls to him on a platter. But with Duncan she just felt satisfaction and pleasure. “I’m moving on to a leather flogger now, sugar. I expect you to use your safe word if you need it.”
He kissed her cheek, cupping her breast and tweaking her nipple. That slight pain brought her enough lucidity to realize he was waiting for something. And Duncan didn’t have the patience to wait for long.
“Yes, Sir,” she replied. “But I won’t need to.”
Heavier strands this time. A sting of pain that soon morphed into pleasure. Nerve ending sizzled and popped and his voice drifted over and around her.
She slipped away.
The cuffs around her wrists were released and she whimpered, not wanting to move.
“No, keep going,” she groaned.
A low chuckle hit her and she curled into the man holding her, knowing that was the place she most wanted to be.
“I’ll tidy up your gear, Sir,” a feminine voice intruded as she felt herself being pulled up into strong arms. There was some movement, but she kept her eyes closed, not wanting to leave this warm, safe place.
Laken drifted for a while, coming awake in parts to the sound of voices. She opened her eyes, trying to sit up. A blanket was wrapped around her, firm arms holding her tight.
“Back with us, sugar? Lay still for a while.”
“Did I fall asleep?” she asked her voice raspy.
A bottle of water was held up to her lips and she drunk thirstily.
“Sorry about that, Sir.”
Duncan glanced down at her. “Don’t be. I love that you felt safe enough, first to reach subspace and then to fall asleep in my arms. I want you to lie here a bit longer, though, until I’m sure you’ve come back a bit more.”
Although she felt slightly shy about lying here in his arms, the comfort it gave her far outweighed any embarrassment. She glanced around as Duncan went back to speaking to a Dom sitting to his right. She saw Rusty James sitting across from them. Duncan was talking to Rusty’s brother, Brand. A slight brunette kneeled between the two men. Occasionally, Rusty would pat her head then Brand.
That didn’t surprise Laken; many citizens of Haven shared their women. After all, she had two dads and Lila had three fiancées. She wondered what their visitors thought, though, as she spotted Marc and Tarin making their way over. Jake walked with them, a curvy blonde behind him.
Urgh, Madison Simpson. Laken had gone to high school with her and Madison had been one of those perfect, perky cheerleaders who was a complete and utter bitch on the inside.
What was Jake doing with her? He could do way better.
“Evening everyone, Duncan, Rusty, Brand.” Jake sat and pointed at the ground beside his feet. Madison kneeled gracefully. Of course she did. Was there anything she did that wasn’t graceful? Laken could barely walk down the street without tripping up over her own feet.
“Everything okay?” Duncan whispered.
She nodded. “Yes, Sir.”
“I’d like to introduce you to my old friend, Marc,” Jake said casually as Marc sat beside him, Tarin kneeling between his legs. “Marc is here visiting.”
Madison sent Laken a look of disgust. Laken barely managed to refrain from sticking her tongue out, the only thing stopping her was the knowledge that others might see. She didn’t want to embarrass Duncan.
She wiggled slightly and Duncan helped her sit, pulling away the blanket.
“Okay, now?” he said.
“Yes, Sir, but I need to go to the bathroom.” She said it loud enough for Tarin to hear.
“All right. Straight there and straight back, though,” he ordered, taking his time to help her stand as Tarin asked Marc for permission to go with her.
Unfortunately, Laken heard Madison ask Jake for permission to go as well. Damn her, what did she want?
Madison flounced ahead of them which suited Laken just fine. Tarin chatted away and Laken answered her absentmindedly, trying to keep her nervousness under control.
Stop being a wimp! You can go to the bathroom without him holding your hand.
Laken used the toilet then stepped out of the cubicle to see Madison looking in the mirror.
“You’re just a plaything for him, you know,” she said to Laken.
“Excuse me?” Laken said coldly as she washed her hands.
“Duncan. I don’t know what he sees in you but he’ll soon lose interest. He always does.”
“Oh, I’m sorry,” Laken said with false sympathy. “Is that what happened to you? Did he reject you?”
Madison glared at her. “No, I’ve never played with him.”
Laken gave her a fake smile. “Wow, that must hurt, to have never even been noticed by him.”
Madison scowled. “Don’t get too attached. He’ll dump you too.”
“I’ll be sure to wait with bated breath,” Laken assured her as the blonde turned with a huff and strode from the bathroom.
“Wow, lovely, isn’t she?” Tarin said, coming up to watch her hands.
Laken sighed. “We went to school together. She was the popular cheerleader. My friend Lila and I were tomboys. We never got along.”
The two women weaved their way back to where their Dom’s were sitting. Only Jake was now sitting where Brand had been and Madison was sitting on the floor between them.
Laken came to a sudden stop, causing Tarin to nearly fall into her as Madison leaned toward Duncan, placing her hand on his knee.
She couldn’t make out what he said to the other woman, but the scowl on his face spoke volumes, as did the way the other woman snatched back her hand.
Jake stood with a deeply displeased look on his face. He indicated to Madison to follow behind him. Laken and Tarin watched on as he returned Madison to the unclaimed subs area, leaving her there.
Did it make her a bad person that she felt a huge surge of satisfaction at the look of outrage and disbelief on Madison’s face?
***
Laken was exhausted by the time they arrived home, but she knew there wouldn’t be any rest until they checked in with Duncan’s brothers. She waited by the entrance as Duncan checked the house over. He came back for her, leading her into the bathroom. Leaning in, he put in the plug and turned on the taps.
“Do we have time?” she asked with a yawn.
“It will take a while for Tarin and Marc to get back to their hotel room and report to my brothers.”
He helped her strip then gave her a kiss on the forehead. “You relax and take a bath while I clean off in the shower.”
Twenty minutes later, wrapped in a robe, she sat on the bed beside Duncan as they Skyped his brothers. Eli
“Hey bro, Laken. How was tonight?”
“Everything went well,” Duncan replied, running his hand over her hair. “Laken’s really tired so we need to keep this short.”
Eli nodded. “Bad news is that we didn’t see anything out of the ordinary. No one was sneaking around outside the club. I’ve just talked to Tarin and Marc; they didn’t see anything untoward. Although I understand there was a small issue with a woman, Madison Simpson?” Eli queried.
Laken snorted. “She’s just obsessed with Duncan. She might want to get rid of me in order to get to him, but I doubt she has anything to do with any of this.”
“So what’s the plan?” Duncan asked. “We go back next weekend?”
Eli nodded. “Yep. Remember, act like you normally would. Don’t keep her all locked up, Duncan. Wine and dine her. Thanks for everything Laken, I hope tonight wasn’t too hard on you.”
She glanced up at Duncan. “No, not hard at all.”
Chapter Sixteen
Laken walked into Duncan’s bedroom, her whole body on fire. They’d been out to dinner at Frieda’s, where Duncan had teased her horribly. He’d ordered her to go without panties and once they had ordered their meals, had proceeded to reach under the table, draw up her skirt and play with her until she thought she was going to come in front of a room full of people.
He’d seemed to know just when she had reached her limit, pulling back until she managed to claw back some control then starting over again.
“Strip and lie back on the bed, sugar,” he ordered, coming up behind her.
She moved quickly, wanting an end to the arousal bursting through her veins. Duncan pulled some nylon ropes his wardrobe. She swallowed as he walked over and tied it to one of the metal rungs on the headboard.
Her breath came faster. Duncan stilled, looking down at her.
“Trust me?”
“Yes,” she said immediately.
“Hands above your head.”
She raised her hands and he tied her wrists together. They were secured to the headboard. A feeling of helplessness stole over her.
“Leg’s up to your chest.”
She did as he ordered and he proceeded to skilfully tie her up so her legs were raised and split, putting her completely on display. The ropes around her ankles were loose enough so as not to chafe her, but there was no getting free. The other end of the rope was tied to the headboard, giving her a very limited range of movement.
Duncan stepped back and stripped. His thick cock sprang free and she watched, riveted. Muscles rippled as he moved over to wardrobe once more and drew out a crop.
She shuddered, but he did nothing more than sit back on the armchair and watch her for a long moment. Laken knew she was totally exposed; there was nothing he couldn’t see from his viewpoint, her bare pussy lips, her asshole.
“Do you want the kiss of the crop on your skin, sugar?” he asked.
God, yes.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Where?”
“On my ass, Sir,” she replied. “On my thighs and my breasts.”
“Your pussy looks wet, sugar. Are you turned on?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Do you like being tied up? Being held at my mercy?” he asked in a low voice.
“God, yes, Sir. I’m so turned on. Touch me please,” she begged. “Put your cock inside me, Sir.”
He chuckled. “I do like having you tied up, sugar. I think we’ll have to do this more often.”
Standing, he walked over and the flicked the crop down on her bottom. She whimpered then groaned as he struck her bottom again, then her thighs. She jolted; arching her back as he lightly hit her breasts.
Putting the crop down, he grabbed each ass cheek, pulling them apart, massaging them heavily. He slipped one finger into her pussy, hooking it up until he found that heavenly spot inside her, rubbing it relentlessly as she groaned.
Leaning over her body, he nipped first one nipple then the other, pulling on them. Pain licked through her body, leaving fire in its wake.
“Oh, oh,” she cried as he slapped her bottom with his free hand. Once, twice, back and forth until she shuddered with need.
Stepping back, Duncan grabbed his cock, fisting himself. Laken opened her mouth as he leaned over her, taking the head of his cock into her mouth. She sucked him in as he reached one hand down and tapped her clit.
Bobbing her head, she kept her eyes open, watching him, loving the pleasure on his face.
“Do you want my cock, sugar?”
She nodded as best she could.
“How much?” He drew his shaft out of her mouth, driving two fingers deep inside her. She tugged at her bonds, not in an effort to get free, but because she loved knowing she was at his mercy.
“So badly, Sir. Please, take me. Please.”
He grinned, then moved between her legs. Holding his shaft at the base, he slowly guided himself inside her, pushing inch by inch until she was stuffed full.
Then he moved, speeding up until they were both breathing heavily. He rubbed her clit until she came, following her over soon after.
***
“Hello, Haven Mechanical.”
“Hi Matt,” Laken greeted the local mechanic, shifting the phone so she could hold it more easily as she wiped down a shelf. “It’s Laken Michaels here.”
“Hey, Laken, how are you sweetheart?” Matt said in a friendly voice.
“I’m good. I’m calling about my car. You’ve had it for a while and I’m starting to worry about how big the bill is going to be.”
There was a long pause.
“Ahh, honey, your car was on its last legs. I could have kept it going for you but it would have been like putting a plaster on a gaping stomach wound.”
“Oh, right. Well, I’d appreciate if you could get it going for me. I need it to make a delivery to Freestown. It will last that long, right?”
Another pause and she started to wonder what the hell was going on.
“I wish I could but it’s gone,” Matt finally said.
“Gone? Gone where?” No one would want to steal it.
“To the junkyard. Duncan told us to send it there.”
“He what?” she yelled. Her temper surged. She knew her car was headed there but it was up to her to decide when.
“When did he tell you to do that? Why didn’t you call me?”
“I thought you knew. When Duncan got me to tow it he said to take it straight to the junkyard.”
“So you didn’t even try to fix it?” she yelled.
“Sorry, sweetheart, but Duncan was right. It was unsafe to be driving that around,” he told her, his disapproval clear.
“I didn’t have a choice,” she told him. “Sorry, Matt, I didn’t mean to yell at you. It’s not your fault. But you shouldn’t have squashed my car without my permission.”
“Duncan is your man, honey. I just figured his instructions were good enough,” his voice was apologetic. “Want me to start looking around for another car for you?”
Where would she find the money for that? But if she couldn’t deliver some of her creations to the shop that sold them for her in Hamilton then she was in real trouble.
“Yeah, thanks Matt”
Duncan hung up the phone after thanking Matt for giving him a heads up about his conversation with Laken. He better get over there and talk to her. He had meant to bring up her car, but right now it suited him to have her rely on him for transport. He knew that made him seem like a complete control freak, but the threat to her safety was really bringing out the protective Neanderthal in him.
A door slammed, glancing up, he was shocked to see Laken standing there, her eyes shooting flames at him.
Her hair was dishevelled, and she was panting as though she’d run over. Duncan ignored everyone else in the office as he hastily stood and moved over to her.
“Laken? What are you doing here?”
He ran his gaze over her, checking that she was all right.
“You squashed my car!”
“Christ, is that all? You scared me, I thought something had happened.”
Her temper faded slightly as understanding entered her gaze.
“Sorry,” she said, then glanced around her, blushing slightly as she saw everyone staring at them.
Duncan grabbed her arm. “Come with me. Jake worked late last night so we can use his office to talk.”
Duncan steered Laken into Jake’s office, locking the door behind him. By now, Laken’s temper was back in full force. She paced back and forth as Duncan leaned back against the door, folding his arms over his chest.
“How dare you wreck my car!” Her hair flew around as she moved, and he grew hard as he watched her. Damn, he had it bad, this little show of temper really had him rock hard. Not that he could let it continue, nor would she get away with running over here when she had promised she wouldn’t leave her store during the day.
Oh no, her butt was going to be searing when she left this office. But still, he let himself enjoy just watching her for a moment.
“It was a death trap, there was no way I was going to allow you to continue to drive it.”
“Allow? Allow!”
Just as well Jake’s office was soundproof, he thought wryly.
“Yes, allow. I’m the Dom remember?”
“That does not give you permission to take over every aspect of my life.”
“I don’t want to have control over every aspect of your life,” he told her calmly. “But this was about safety, and I am in charge of your safety, Laken.”
“This happened before we agreed to that.” Her gaze narrowed.
He shrugged.
Letting out a loud sound of exasperation, she stepped towards him, poking him in the chest with her finger. “And what about my bills? I haven’t received any overdue notices in two weeks. Have you paid those too?”
“Yes.”
She watched him for a moment before throwing up her hands. “Were you even going to tell me about the car? What were you hoping that I just wouldn’t notice?”
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