Choosing Rena

by Dakota Trace

  “I won’t play games with this. If you need what I have to offer, you have to ask, Rena.”

  She had to force the words past her tight throat. “And what are you offering?”

  He jerked her upright, so he could see her face. “I’m serious here. I don’t play at the lifestyle. I’m a Dom and if you need me to punish you - to spank you ‘til you can find your center again, tell me. If not, we’re done.”

  Her mouth opened but nothing came out. He sighed before setting her on her feet. “Leave, before I forget you haven’t offered me your submission and take what isn’t mine.” He tossed the paddle towards his open bag.

  “No! Please. I need it!” Tears streamed down her face.

  His jaw clenched hard. “Need what?”

  She ran over and grabbed the paddle, dropping to her knees and offering it to him. “This. Please!” She didn’t recognize the woman who was begging Jackson Levough, renowned playboy and Dom, for a release she hadn’t had in months, but she couldn’t stop the words from pouring out of her mouth.

  “The words, Rena. I’ll settle for nothing less.” He continued to stare down at her. She could see the determination in his face, but the outline of his erection against his jeans assured her he was just as affected as she was.

  She blinked. “I…please, spank me, Sir.” Once the words started they’d flowed out of her in a torrid rush. “I need it – the release. Everything has built up and I can’t let go. Make me let go of it. Help me find the peace again.”

  His nostrils flared. “Safeword?”

  “Affero.” She whispered the Latin word her first master had given her for “I give”.

  “Affero it is.” He finally took the paddle she was holding. “Over my lap, little subbie.”

  Crawling over his legs, she settled in and braced herself for the first blow. “Count off…”

  “...and damned if I don’t want to do it again.” Jackson’s voice jerked her back to the present.

  Her heart pounded, her sex clenched. “Do what again?”

  “Experience your submission.” His voice grew rougher. “And if you do offer it again, I’ll take you. As hard and often as I want – so be careful of pushing unless you want to be claimed.” He groaned when she whimpered. “I have to get off here before I say screw it and track you down. Sweet dreams, ma peekôn.” And he hung up on her.

  She rolled onto her side, slid her hand into the warm needy valley between her thighs and pinched her clit – hoping against hope it would stave off her need to masturbate – to come. She didn’t have permission…and that’s when she realized she was in trouble. If she was already thinking like a submissive again – wanting her master’s permission to come, it wouldn’t be a matter of if she ever submitted to Jackson again but when. Her needy body would allow nothing other than complete surrender.

  Chapter Ten

  Walking along the concourse level, Rena wanted to rip something, or rather a particular someone, to shreds and his name was Jackson. Finding a bench, she flopped down onto it and began to dig through her purse, looking for a pack of gum, irritated beyond belief. His promise had haunted her long into the night, even after she’d threatened to kill the punk next door who thought it was appropriate to play loud music ‘til the wee hours of the morning. Then when she’d finally fallen asleep, she had one erotic dream after another, all featuring that…that… dominating ass. When she’d awakened this morning, sopping wet with desire, she wanted to punch something. No matter how long she’d rubbed her clit, pinched her nipples, or even smacked her own ass, she knew it was futile. Once the submissive switch was on, her body refused to obey her commands. As sick as it sounded, once that happened, no matter what she did until her master or Dom gave her permission - there would be no relief. It was a twisted part of her psyche she’d come to accept.

  “Rena?” Hank stopped a few feet away, lifting his foot and pretending to tie his shoe. “Is everything okay? You’ve been off today.”

  “Other than a rough night, I’m fine.” She didn’t bother to look at him.

  “Is everything okay? Anything I can help with?” She wasn’t surprised to hear his concern. Hank was definitely a keeper. He cared not only about his job but about his friends too - which was one of the reasons why she wanted him in on this job for Elizebetta. Providing that we get this crap with Louis straightened out.

  “Well you could go shoot the staff at the Hilton Orrington. They gave me a room right next door to some kid who thought he needed to play heavy metal until one in the morning before management finally put an end to it.”

  “Damn that’s rough. Was that before or after you went over and kicked his little punk ass?”

  She smiled for the first time since she’d woken up. “Who me?”

  “Yeah you. A hellion through and through. If I didn’t already have gray hair, you’d give me more.” He shook his pant leg down. “Ok, I better get my ass in gear before the boss fires me for loitering.”

  “Like that’ll happen.” She watched him move off, whistling a jaunty tune. After resting for a few more minutes, she decided to resume her rotation. She was due down by the CTA station in the next ten minutes. Weaving in and out of the crush, she’d almost made it to the station when a strong hand grabbed her arm, jerking her out of the crowd and into a unisex bathroom. She froze as she heard the familiar click of the lock. “Damn it, Rena, do you know how little I slept last night? Especially after I showed up at your place to not only find you missing, but some ass standing on your doorstep claiming he was your boyfriend?” Jackson hissed into her ear.

  She tried to comprehend what he was saying, but she kept being distracted by the way his breath teased her ear, the press of his body against hers, and the overwhelming scent that was uniquely Jackson’s. Already primed from her torrid dreams the night before, she began to tremble with need. “Huh?”

  * * * *

  “That’s not an answer.” He lifted his head to stare into her eyes. He groaned as he recognized the desire on her face. “Rena?”

  Her eyes darted away from him, her head tipping to the side, the submissive gesture rocking him to his core. He knew he needed to clarify if she was in a D/s relationship with another person, but he found himself hard pressed to ignore her obvious reaction to his touch. Tracing a finger along her shoulder, he shifted his weight, pressing her up against the closed door, supporting her luscious body between him and the hard surface. “You need release, don’t you ma peekôn? ”

  She shifted, obviously torn between pulling him closer and pushing him away. “I don’t remember being this out of control, Jackson, and I don’t like it! This isn’t me. I don’t do this anymore…it’s just that…”

  “It’s just what? Talk to me.” He tugged her closer - wanting to comfort her - but as soon as their hips touched, the feel of her pussy against his raging erection sent all thoughts of comfort from his mind. It must have been the same for her too, because she lifted her leg, perching it high on his hip before hooking her foot on the inside of his thigh. The sensual move lined their sexes up until he was sure his cock head was pressed against her clit. He bit off a low curse as his libido went into overdrive.

  “Little vixen. Trying to seduce me when I’m trying to have a serious discussion.” His hand drifted over her ass, stopping briefly to squeeze, before he wrapped his arms around her waist.

  “Talk later!” Her plea was one he couldn’t ignore. Lifting her completely off her feet, he nipped her ear.

  “Wrap those luscious legs around me. I need to feel your wet pussy rubbing against my cock.”

  Without a protest, she did as he ordered. If it hadn’t been for his tight hold, she would’ve blown his world as she began to grind against him, riding him through his jeans and her shorts. Controlling her writhing form took all his strength.

  “Please…gimme more. I need…”

  He cut off her plea with his mouth before he bent her over the sink and fucked the living daylights out of her. She moaned happily
into his mouth, trying to wrestle the control of the kiss away from him. With each bold thrust of her tongue against his, she dug her nails into his shoulders, showing him how desperately she needed the release he could give her. When he finally tore his mouth away from hers, she was breathing raggedly.

  “Merde, ma peekôn. You pack one helluva a punch.” She shivered in his arms, as he nosed aside the braids hanging down her neck, trying to find his control.

  “Please…oh my God, Sir…I need…” She squirmed against his hold, attempting to get close enough she could probably crawl inside of his skin if he let her. When she tugged at his hair, he growled, his desire to wait until he had answers dissolving like dust in the wind.

  “That’s it. Tell me what you need…” He heard the harsh words as if they came from a distance. He accented them with nips and kisses to her throat, all the while rocking her against him, aiding her in her search for release.

  “Jackson!” A barely muffled scream against his shoulder enraged his Dom. She was supposed to be calling him Master or Sir. She wouldn’t come until she acknowledged who – no, what he was. He buried his fingers in her braids, pulling back hard on them, knowing the sting would probably remind her of the last time he’d warmed her bottom. Meeting his gaze, she trembled, her parted mouth soundlessly forming the words he needed to hear.

  “No, that’s not good enough. You won’t hide from this. You’ll acknowledge what I am. I’m no man playing at this. I’m a Dom.” When she flinched, something inside of him softened. “Shhh, just give me what I want, and in turn I’ll give you what you need.”

  “What…what do…you….want?” Her question came out between pants.

  “It’s one simple little word.” When he saw the panic start to fill her eyes, he knew he’d pushed too hard, too fast. “Shh, you don’t have to call me Master, but don’t I, at least, deserve to be called Sir when I make you come?”

  She looked uncomfortable for a moment before she finally nodded, then blew his world apart. “Please, let me come, Sir,” she cried out, as he jerked back. It felt as if lightening had hit him when the sexy plea fell from her lips. “No!” She grasped at his shoulders.

  “I’m not going anywhere, Rena.” He pressed a kiss against her forehead. “Now put your hands behind your neck, slave.” She scrambled to obey. “Now keep them there. Do you understand me?”

  She nodded mutely. He gave a low grumble of displeasure which had her adding a quick “Yes, Sir.”

  He savored her low whimper as it filled the bathroom when he dropped to his knees in front of her, his hands unbuttoning and tugging her shorts down, taking her underwear with them. He exhaled sharply, a moist puff of air teased her wet folds. He couldn’t resist - he pressed a thumb against the seam of her labia. “You smell delicious. Lift your leg and place it over my shoulder. I want to eat that pussy.”

  She held her breath but did as he asked. Probably hoping that I’ll do something – anything – to make her come. I could use fingers, tongue, teeth - she wouldn’t care. She’s desperate for relief.

  “Good girl.” His thumb found her clit before nudging it out from under its protective hood. Flicking the swollen bud, he shoved two fingers inside her sheath. The muscles trembled around his digits. He looked up at her quickly. “Don’t come yet. Not until I get a taste of that delicious cream.”

  She sobbed in frustration, her teeth catching her lower lip as she struggled to follow his order. If the look she gave him could talk, he was sure it would tell him she was ready to pull his hair out, rake his eyes, anything to get that final lick, touch or nip which would send her soaring over the edge.

  “Good girl, not yet. Look at how wet you are.” The loud sucking sounds as he pulled his fingers free and her resulting whimpers were almost his undoing. He watched her as he licked off the glistening juice. “Just as I thought…delicious. As much as I love the idea of teasing you, it’s time for my little thorn to come for me. Keep your eyes on me. You can come but if you close your eyes, I’ll warm your bottom. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Sir.” Her chest heaved, her leg trembling against his shoulder.

  “Good girl.” Confident her gaze was now locked on him, he parted her folds, exposing her to the air. “Such a pretty little clit.” Continuing to hold her open, he licked her from anus to clit. It wasn’t just enough to push her over the edge, he wanted to make her come like she had never come before. He nipped her clit lightly before sucking it deep into his mouth in rhythmic tugs. Sharp and violent, her cries rose, but she managed to keep her eyes on his, as her orgasm struck. She trembled. Hooking his fingers, he stimulated the roughened patch of inner flesh that made up her G-spot.

  “Sir!” She bucked towards his hard working mouth and fingers. As the pleasure spent itself, his mouth eased, gently lapping at the trickling juices coating her thighs. Leaning back against the door, she softly sobbed. Jackson rose to his feet, sucking her pleasure off his fingers, before righting her clothing.

  “Don’t cry, ma peekôn, you needed it.” He cupped her face, brushing a tear off her dark brown cheek. She stared at him in a daze, as if not certain how to answer him. He immediately recognized the signs of sub-drop. He continued to speak softly to her, ignoring his erection, the knocking on the door, everything – nothing was more important in that moment than taking care of her.

  When her sobs quieted, he pressed a kiss against the crown of her head. “Okay now?”

  “I don’t know if I’ll ever be okay again.” Her flat tone worried him. “Please let me go.”

  He weighed his options. If he pushed any harder, he was sure she’d use her safeword. It wasn’t something he could risk. “All right, but meet me tonight after work. We need to talk.”

  “Yeah, right. Like you ever want to talk, White Boy.” She turned away.

  He caught her arm. “We can’t keep continuing like this, Rena. Something’s got to give. Pick a neutral place. One where we can talk privately and where you feel safe.”

  She studied him for a moment, before coming to a decision. “I’ll text you the time and place.”

  He nodded, watching her stalk out of the bathroom. He rubbed his hands over his face, the scent of her on his fingers teasing him. “Damn, Levough, you know how to fuck up a wet dream. And you wonder why she keeps running from you. You’re your own worst enemy.”

  Chapter Eleven

  Rena finished the rest of her shift in a daze. She was still reeling from her encounter with Jackson. If someone would have told her she’d one day be making out with a younger man while on duty, she’d have kicked their butts from here to China. She was a professional, or was supposed to be one. There was just something about Jackson which made her forget her own name. Not only did the pure dominance radiating off him draw her, but it was also the moments of tenderness he tried to hide. “I’m a fool, that’s what I am.”

  Boarding the “L” she made her way towards the back of the car, keeping her eye out for trouble. As it pulled away from the station, she wondered what she was going to do. Jackson deserved a chance to plead his case for having a relationship between them, but she was scared – uncertain.

  And uncertainty was something she very seldom felt. She wanted what he could offer but at what price? Could she once again risk her heart, her submission to a man nearly fifteen years her junior? What if he walked away like Louis did the first time she refused to blindly put him first?

  Feeling the vibration of her phone, she pulled it out of her pocket. She was pleasantly shocked when she saw Jude’s number and a text requesting a meeting tonight at Olivia’s club. Glancing down at her watch, she judged she had just enough time to make it home, change her clothing, and make it out to the warehouse district where Olivia’s was located. Suddenly, she felt a bit lighter, but then again, Olivia always had that effect on her. She just absolutely adored the little Domme.

  Typing out a reply on the ridiculously small keyboard, she sent a reply back to Jude assuring him that she’d be there at eight.
Shortly after hitting the send button, she exited the “L”. Walking the block to her apartment, she wondered why she was being invited to Olivia’s. She didn’t have a membership at the club. Since it was an exclusive and rather expensive member’s only club, and frankly, she couldn’t afford one with what the mall was paying her. That wasn’t to say she hadn’t been there before at Olivia’s request.

  She nodded to the Star security guard, a young black man named Edward, who was talking on the phone at the security check-in as she walked through the lobby. Just before she entered the elevator, he flagged her down.

  “Ms. MacAllister!”

  She looked up in surprise as she stepped inside the elevator. “Yes?”

  Smiling broadly at her, Eddie as he liked to be called, joined her by sticking his arm in the opening to keep the doors from shutting. “Sorry, I was on the phone but you have a package. A gentleman stopped by today and left this for you.” He handed her a small plain brown paper wrapped box with a heavily embossed linen card attached to it. Her name was scrawled in elegant calligraphy across the surface of it.

  “Thanks, Eddie.” She took the package. “I’m headed upstairs, but I’ll be going out the rest of the night – so don’t get into any trouble, you hear?”

  He shook his head. “Not a problem, Ms. MacAllister. Have a great night.” He stepped back, allowing the doors to shut. Staring down at the package in curiosity, she pried a finger under the card, tucking it into her bag. As the elevator rose, she unwrapped the brown paper. She frowned down at a familiar wooden box, dread filling her stomach. She hadn’t seen a box like this since she’d left Louis. The polished mahogany finish gleamed in the bright elevator light. Her fingers trembled slightly as she opened the hinged top. She nearly dropped it as the elevator arrived at her floor. The ding as the doors slid open sounded far away. Stumbling out the elevator, she couldn’t stop staring at the familiar red leather collar. The silver medallion attached to it with the initials L. A. V. III had her heart plummeting.