The Silken Edge (Silken Edge Series)

by Laci Paige

  She couldn’t have felt worse if he had slapped her in the face and punched her in the gut. “Oh!” When her brain finally came back after the burst of mental anguish, she dropped the bagged ice on the floor and ran out of his place to hers. She slammed the door behind her and locked it. Sinking to the floor she sat stunned.

  All the commotion must have woken Roxi, because Kristy felt her at her side. “What's wrong?” A loud knock came from the door and both women jumped.

  “Kristy! Open up. Let me in! I’m sorry, let me explain.” He pounded again and again.

  Turning toward the door Kristy yelled, “Explain what? You wished you could forget me. That’s pretty straight forward to me. Go the fuck away!” She pounded back on the door causing pain to rip through her injured hand. “Shit,” she whispered, and cradled her hand against her chest.

  “He really said that?” Roxi’s expression was hard.

  “Yes.”

  “Oh, Kristy. I’m so sorry. I don’t know what his problem is.” She wrapped her arms around her and hugged her tight.

  “Obviously it’s me.” Kristy buried her head in her hands.

  “Don’t say that. Listen, you don’t remember me, but I knew about you before I left a year ago. I saw him pining after you in the gym. You were oblivious. I can’t believe after all these years of wanting you so bad he’s turning his back on you.”

  “Believe it. It’s true.”

  Chapter Fifteen

  Two weeks went by and not a word from Jake. They would pass in the hall, or in the gym, but nothing was said. Kristy swore to find out why the prick wouldn’t talk to her. Just because he didn’t want to have a serious relationship with her, they still could’ve been friends, or did too much happen between them? She didn’t think so, and that’s why she was confused. She needed to figure it out soon before insanity kicked in. She’d met up with Sherry and even saw Steven for lunch a time or two, but never discussed Jake with either of them. She wasn’t ready for that yet.

  On a Friday night after work, Kristy headed home, took a long hot shower, and put on her sexiest under garments; a black lacy bra and matching panties with a double elastic garter holding up her sheer black thigh high stockings. What she wore over it wouldn’t matter, but she planned to wear her black fuck-me pumps to top it off.

  Once in the club, she asked Stan to see Master Jay and not to announce who she was. Jake had been in between sessions and Stan said she had about thirty minutes. She snuck down to Room Ten and knocked. She waited a moment and heard nothing so she slowly opened the door and peeked in. Slipping in undetected, she heard noises from the aftercare room. Quickly stripping from her dress she stood in her undergarments and heels, anxious as all hell. When she heard footsteps heading her way, she dropped down to kneel in the middle of the room. “Sorry to keep you waiting, Stan phoned to say someone…” Jake's voice trailed off.

  Head down in her submissive role she sat and waited. Jake's feet appeared in her vision for a moment then disappeared. She sat for a long time. He didn’t speak nor did she hear him anymore. Lifting her head to survey the room she found it empty.

  Feeling defeated with a huge ache in her heart she had no choice but to dress and head home. On the way past the bar she smiled at Stan and he waved to her. She wondered what his real name was. She never caught it during their conversations.

  Someone was in her parking spot at the gym so she had to park out front. As she stepped through the door, heads turned, male and female, to watch her pass by in her in her sleek black, tight-fitting dress. She felt powerful and sexy. She walked slowly exaggerating her hip movements a little.

  Roy eyed her from behind the front desk, and gave a nod with a wink. “Good evening, darlin’.” She gave her best sexy smile.

  Obviously affected by her looks, he took a deep shaky breath. “You shouldn’t be strutting your stuff around here like that.” He nodded out toward the men pretending to lift weights while checking her out. “Someone might get hurt.”

  She giggled and went upstairs unable to wipe the smile from her face. At the top of the stairs, she finally looked up to prevent tripping. What she saw took her breath away. Jake, in his leathers, leaned against the playroom door with his arms crossed over his chest. He was gorgeous, and he was pissed. Unsure of what to do, she walked slowly to her door and took out her keys. Before unlocking the door, she looked over her shoulder. Jake's eyes were hooded and smoldering. Heat rose between her legs. He remained quiet. To test the waters, she walked over and stood right in front of him.

  “How did you get here before me?” She shook head. “Never mind.” Turning around to head back to her apartment, Jake's hand grabbed her arm. He spun her around and shoved her against the door by her shoulders.

  “No talking. Safewords only.”

  Her knees went weak, insides turned to mush, and her panties were instantly damp.

  He turned the knob to the playroom door and led Kristy in. Her heart beat in her throat. She was nervous, scared, and excited as hell. What game was he playing? She didn’t want any more heartbreak, but she couldn’t find it in herself to deny this sexual fantasy of hers by leaving.

  Once inside the playroom, he locked the door and flipped a switch. The music from the gym played quietly overhead as soft lighting illuminated the room.

  Jake reached down, lifted the hem of her dress over her head, and threw it on the floor. He stood back to admire the view, and she could tell by the growing bulge in his jeans he liked what he saw. She kept her eyes down and waited.

  Eventually, he pressed her to the wall and kissed her savagely; deep, hot, and animal-like. She held back moans. He said no talking, but were noises acceptable? His lips, tongue, and teeth traveled down her neck, her collarbone, to her breasts. He bit through the lacy fabric and clamped down hard on her nipple.

  Her breath caught and she moaned. He didn’t reprimand her, so noises must’ve been allowed. While assaulting her nipples, he reached down and released the clips on her garter belt for easy access to her panties. He slipped them down around her ankles and she stepped out of them.

  Pulling her hard against his fully clothed body, he lifted her and carried her across the room stopping at the hip adductor. Her nub throbbed at the sight of the machine with restraints. He put her down to her feet and adjusted the seat height to the highest position.

  Grabbing her up, he sat her on the seat then knelt to buckle her ankles to the machine. He left her stockings and shoes on, and she smiled on the inside. Kinky bastard. Adjusting the lever, her legs swung far apart and remained there. Cold air rushed to the heat between her legs.

  While she focused on her lower half, Jake stepped closer and lifted her breasts out of her bra. They strained over the lacy fabric. He pulled and twisted her nipples making them harder than they already were. One arm at a time, he raised them to the wrist cuffs and buckled her in.

  He took two steps back, looked at her, and then left, heading to the side room.

  He returned several minutes later, after she had time to take in the sexy position he had her restrained in. It was hot. She was hot. She wanted him and wanted him bad.

  He removed his clothing and stood before her completely naked and hard. He reached down and stroked his cock while looking at her body. After a few minutes, he stroked faster and harder tugging at his dick. His eyes closed and his hips bucked back and forth as he let out a guttural groan. Kristy watched the whole thing with wide eyes, her body humming along with his. She just about came when he did, but then it was over.

  He cleaned up and then dressed himself before he walked to her and took the restraints off her wrists and ankles. He dressed her, and walked her to the door. Opening it, he led her outside. “That’s punishment for arousing me. Do not masturbate, and meet me back here same time tomorrow.”

  She was stunned, her head spinning from the erotic sight, and horny as hell. She didn’t get it, but her throbbing pussy convinced her not to argue and to try again tomorrow.

 
Instead of a cold shower, she opted for the gym to blow off steam. Mid-workout, Jake appeared behind the counter, freshly showered with wet hair. His face held no expression. She was thankful she wore sweat pants and a t-shirt, not her usual skintight spandex. It might have pissed him off.

  ***

  The next night, she saw the door to the playroom open a hair and she entered on her own. Inside, she saw him in his leathers with a flogger in hand. Her pussy responded at the sight, and moisture pooled between her legs. She turned, closed the door, and locked it.

  He put her over a padded table and flogged her upper back and ass and then rubbed her stinging skin softly with his hand, and then began the flogging again. Still hot and horny from the night before she wanted to explode, but she wasn’t sure she was allowed.

  Involuntarily her hips rolled and she moaned with her breath coming faster and harder. Whimpers and groans escaped her mouth. The noises sounded erotic to her ears, which amped up her need.

  “You may come,” Jake said.

  She felt freed and let go. Screaming out in pleasure, she arched her back and shuttered as her spasms slowed.

  Jake took her in the side room and sat with her on the couch wrapping her in a blanket and holding her. No words were spoken.

  This routine continued for one week, and every other night she was told not to masturbate as a punishment for one thing or another. It was frustrating, but she kept going back. She couldn’t stay away even if she wanted. Each night a different scene played out with a different kind of kink, minus sex. She enjoyed it all. But words were never spoken and she wondered how long this would go on, and why it was happening.

  At the week’s end, instead of going in the playroom he walked her to his place and had her sit at the table. In front of her she saw a beautifully prepared Italian pasta meal. Jake sat across from her and began to eat. She followed his lead, and picked up her fork in silence.

  After they finished eating, he took her hand and led her to the couch. “Would you like some wine or a beer?”

  Surprised by his voice, she flinched. “A beer please.”

  He came back with two opened beers and sat next to her. Keeping his gaze straight ahead toward a window, he asked, “Why did you keep coming back each night?”

  “Why did you keep inviting me back? And what was with the no talking and cold treatment outside of the room?”

  “I asked you first. I will answer your questions, but first you answer mine.” He used his Dom voice and wasn’t taking no for an answer.

  “I don’t know. At first the idea excited me, then I realized I missed you and would take you anyway I could get you, and lastly, I enjoyed it.” She reached down and put her hand on his thigh. He looked down at it for a moment then looked back to the window.

  “I was so mad at you for showing up at the club that night in your lingerie, and angry at myself for how much I wanted you. I wanted to punish you so bad.”

  “Well, you accomplished punishing me. I never felt so worked up or frustrated in all my life. It actually caused me physical and emotional pain. If you didn’t let me get my release the next night, I probably wouldn’t have been back.”

  “I know. That’s why I allowed it, and it was a reward for being good. I would have been able to tell if you didn’t keep your word not to touch yourself.” He finally reached down and put his hand on top of hers. “This past week was a test for both of us. I don’t know if you can actually pass a test of this kind, but you did well.”

  “Test for what? I don’t understand.” His skin on her hand comforted her and it sent tingles up her arm.

  “To see if you could be a part of my life, of my world.” He turned his gaze on her. “To see if we were compatible. I wanted to see if you would break or if you could be strong enough for me. I’ve never had a real relationship, or a girlfriend I guess you could say.” He turned to sit sideways and faced her head on. “I want you, Kristy. I’ve always wanted you, but I had to pull back and think about things. I’m sorry if I hurt you, but I didn’t know what else to do. I’d like to try this relationship thing with you, if you want to.”

  “I’m not sure what to say Jake.” She sighed. “This past week, is that what it would be like? It was fun, but not something I could take on full time.”

  “No. First of all, we would talk, go on dates, workout together, and hang out with friends, I guess do things other couples do, but I want…no, I need to be dominant over you. Do you understand? I need to be that way, not just in the playroom, but all the time is what I’m trying to say.”

  “I don’t know what that entails, but I might be willing to try.” She pulled another swig from her drink noticing he hadn’t touched his. He placed his bottle down and took hers as well.

  Taking both her hands in his, he looked her hard in the eyes. “Are you sure? I’ve been an ass. Does this mean you forgive me?”

  She pulled her hands from his and held them palms up. “Can I have any say in things at all?”

  “I guess in some things, but it will be a learning process for us both. One day at a time.”

  “Yeah, I have to think about this, but I don’t want to go back to the cold shoulder shit we were doing. Would you do me a favor? It’s a huge favor.”

  “Depends on what it is.” He shrugged.

  “Can we do vanilla for one whole week while I think about it, just one week of normal where we can be a couple and talk about how we want things to be. I’m just getting used to the age difference and now this. At the end of the week we can decide. I think we owe it to each other to learn as much as we can about one another before we really give it a go.”

  “Give me tonight to think it over?”

  She reached up and rubbed her temples. “Yeah, sure. I guess that’s fair enough.”

  “Come here.” He said softly. “Turn around, sit with your back to me.” She did as told and his hands snaked up around to her temples and warm fingers massaged circles. “You know, as your Dom I would take care of you, and do things like this. I mean, you’d be mine, and I always take care of what’s mine.”

  She sighed. She liked the sound of that.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Tossing and turning all night was a waste, by morning he hadn’t slept a wink, and he was no closer to a decision than yesterday. After a shower, he wanted to watch TV on the big screen, but then remembered Roxi slept on the couch bed. He had to get rid of her soon. He loved having her back in town again, and spending time with her was great, but enough was enough. He dressed in running clothes and planned on a run through the local park.

  In the hall on the way out, he ran into Kristy who also looked geared up for a run. “Going running?” he asked.

  She nodded. “Join me?”

  “Sure, lead the way.” He gestured for her to go ahead.

  They went to the local park and ran a few laps on the paved path. Both of them plugged into their music and didn’t speak, but he knew she was going to ask the question sooner or later and he still didn’t have an answer.

  After the last cool down lap, she slowed near the bridge over a stream and leaned on the railing looking down at some birds frolicking. Jake followed and looked at the birds in the water instead of at Kristy.

  The silence was horrible, growing worse with every moment that passed. “I guess I have my answer.” She shook her head and walked away.

  Jake froze and rush of panic surged through his body as he watched her leave. “Wait, what?” He ran after her. When he caught up, he grabbed her arm to stop her. “You didn’t give me a chance to talk.”

  She shrugged free from his grip. “Sometimes Jake, words aren’t needed. I expected you to refuse my offer. I can’t change who you are, and you can’t change me. We have to face the facts. We’re two different people in two different worlds.”

  What exactly was she saying? He certainly hadn’t said no to her. What was happening? You can’t change me, she'd said to him.

  “Really, Kristy? Is that what you were trying
to do? Change me? I never would’ve tried that with you.” He shook his head. “Never.”

  “Sure, Jake. Whatever.” She turned to walk away, but swung back around. “Why the hell did you try to make me your sub for a week? Deep down you knew it wasn’t a test. You were trying to change me. When I didn’t stay on as your sub, you couldn’t accept that. Think about it, that’s why you won’t do vanilla for me.”

  She was throwing words at him he hadn’t considered. Was he trying to change her? Trying to sift through the new ideas planted in his head, he didn’t know what to say, but he knew he needed more time to think.

  “Jake, I don’t want this to be weird, okay? Let’s be adults about this. We tried, it didn’t work, and we need to move on. It’s over, we’re over. I’m too old for you. You’re a young man who’s trying to figure out what he wants from life. I’m not that life, Jake.”

  Hesitating to speak through the pain, he searched for the words and still came up with nothing. Lacing his fingers across the back of his neck, he let out a heavy sigh.

  “I have to go, Jake. I’ll see you later.” She jogged off, seemingly unaffected.

  His world was ending as he knew it, and she was fine. Great. Just fucking great.

  Back at his place, Roxi sat down to eat a bowl of cereal. He sat down to join her. “What? Mr. Healthy is eating a sugary breakfast?” Then her face went blank while searching his face. “What happened Jake what’s wrong?”

  “Nothing to concern you sis, eat.” He huffed on his spoon and hung it from his nose like they used to do as children.

  She laughed and tried to do the same, but her spoon kept falling off.

  “I am the spoon champion!” he cheered.

  She threw cereal bits his way and instead of getting mad, he tried to catch them in his mouth. He didn’t want to concern her with his bull crap of a life. He vowed to keep their relationship solid no matter what else happened, he was just getting her back in his life and wanted to keep it that way.