Klaus
A Pierced Hearts short story
Set between Book 1, Take me Break me and Book 2, Bind & Keep me
by
Cari Silverwood
Copyright 2014 Cari Silverwood
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This book contains descriptions of BDSM themed sexual practices but this is a work of fiction and as such should not be used in any way as a guide. The author will not be responsible for any loss, harm, injury or death resulting from use of the information contained within.
Chapter 1
Jodie
The pub behind me was distractingly loud. The noise of people talking and eating, of knives and forks clinking, spilled onto the pavement as clumsily as my steps down the wheelchair ramp. Damn Ted and his just one more round before we go home.
Had it been three or four rounds of beers before I’d almost fallen off my stool? Wake up call that’d been. Klaus would be livid, if he knew. The others, a good natured crowd of journalists and camera crew, had laughed and accepted my excuse for leaving.
My promise not to get drunk anymore had crash-dived, but at least I’d quit all by myself. I’d seen Kat in there too, with some man I didn’t know. She was both scary and attractive. Catnip and poison all in one hot female. Since Klaus had let her dominate me that one time...
I sucked on my lip. Forget her.
Thank god he was in Brisbane at a convention on the taxation of something or other...koalas perhaps?
Should I tell him? Did I need to? Yes popped up in my head, except about Kat. Telling him what I’d thought about her would be a bad move. I felt that familiar need to do what was right by him. Our Dominant and submissive relationship satisfied me deeply, even more so when I stuck by the rules.
Though sometimes veering off course was exhilarating, because waiting to see what he’d do to me...
Yumm.
So interesting, so damn thrilling, some of his versions of punishment. Even the one’s I hated.
My pussy clenched and warmed, like an automatic arousal gadget. I giggled. Which it surely was. When drunk I invariably got horny. Lucky I hadn’t stuck around, what with Kat and Lee, the laidback camera man. He had just the right build, height, and manner to make me want to bite my thumb when he was near.
Being horny was natural. Being this horny was a pain.
S’long as I kept my hand out of his pants.
I caught myself waving my finger. Had I just whispered that out loud?
Surely not? With my hand resting on the end of the railing that guarded the ramp, I glanced around. The taxi rank was along the street to the left.
The sky above did a neat spin.
Fuck. Deep breath.
I blinked at the roar of motorbikes. A herd of bikers cruised up to the sidewalk between me and the taxis – black leather and chrome, weird helmets, jackets, and throbbing, three-million-horsepower bike engines.
As they stepped off their bikes, I noticed the glint and swing of weapons. From beneath jackets, they drew objects that might be guns. Most were big men in height, muscles, or gut, sometimes all three. Daunting.
I walked slowly backward. What were they up to?
The pub’s sliding doors swooshed open. Kat trotted down the steps, her long legs making the hem of her black dress swing. Her hair had grown out enough that her blonde plait whipped across her ass. She raised an eyebrow when she spotted me. Behind her, men exited. Their aggressive focus was on the ones who’d just arrived.
There’d been fights between rival clubs where bullets flew. People had died. I didn’t fancy being perforated. Or Kat.
As the new posse headed down the steps, I beckoned to her urgently. “Kat!”
She wasn’t stupid. After one sultry smirk at me, she took in the bikers and hastened her stride.
After that I was silent, not wanting to attract attention, but the tight smile and nod I received from her said enough.
In two seconds, she was at my side, in three, we were marching down the street in the opposite direction from the oncoming fight. The rising volume of curses flying back there made my guess a certainty.
Bullets didn’t go around corners. I grabbed her elbow and urged her into the first alleyway. No one else in here. It was well lit and I checked out where the tight space led. After zigzagging at a join of buildings, the alley came out in the next street. Safe. Two yards in, I sagged back against the wall.
Police sirens wailed in the distance.
“Someone smart got on the phone quick.” Kat jerked her head toward the noise. “We should be okay to leave soon.”
“Mmm.” I could smell her perfume.
Kat wore perfume? I hadn’t known. At the play party, and the few times she’d come by to mentor Klaus, she’d been bare-skinned. Nothing artificial on her then, just shorts and shirt and her.
Bare-skinned...damn that word. It made me think bad things. She always came across as too dominant, or something, to wear dresses and scent. Yet here she was...
Feeling the haze of alcohol relax me, I let my gaze drift lower. Short dress. Her legs were...magnificent. Weird adjective choice, but who gave a fuck.
Surely dreaming of licking someone wasn’t a crime?
“Oh, baby.” Breathed words and her fingers, gentle yet firm, under my chin.
I looked up. Sprung. I found my mouth open and closed it, swallowed. I should be more circumspect. Subtle.
“Staring is rude, Jodie. Hasn’t anyone told you that?”
How had she gotten so close? In my sandals, my toes scrunched up, tight.
Think boring thoughts.
“I wasn’t...”
Once upon a time, she’d had her tongue between my legs.
My clit stirred to life, pressing into my panties enough that I was aware of exactly what it was up to.
“No? Is that the truth?”
Lie? I hated lying. “No.”
Her eyes that had been lazily assessing me a moment before, focused in. “Why?”
“Why was I staring?”
Asking her a question in return was good sparring practice. Keep her off balance. Not that I wasn’t straining backward so much that I could’ve mapped out every bump on the wall at my back.
“Yes. Why. Were you. Staring. Stop avoiding the question.” She took her hand from my chin, and applied herself to straightening the neckline of my dress, running her thumb down to the neat embroidered heart at the middle and lowest point, precisely where my cleavage began.
Fuck.
Flustered, I fell back on the truth again.
“Because you’re pretty...and hot.” Why oh why had I added hot?
Her fingernail scraped across my skin, as threatening as a knife at my throat. It flung me deeper into the chaos of arousal. My nipples jutted into my bra. I was so alert to this woman it was starting to hurt.
“Really? May I say the same?”
May she? What was this? When she knew she had me cornered and lusting after her?
I should gag myself. Next time, I’d cut out my tongue before I spoke. Acting nonchalant seemed wise.
I shrugged. “I suppose.”
“You are pretty, Jodie. Ever since that night, I’ve thought of you...you know the night?” Her thumb and finger tightened on the neckline and tugged.
The tweak on my dress lifted my breast. I inhaled, going even further onto my toes, squashing my back even harder against the wall. I needed to get away.
“I know. It was a once only thing, though it was fun.”
“I’m glad you think so.” Her voice was as seductive and dangerous as 100 proof scotch.
Kat moved in a smidgeon, her mouth inches away. I wanted to test that distance, wanted to lean forward and... No, just no. I suppressed a groan by breathing out ever so slowly, aware my ruse wasn’t working so well.
Below, her thigh brushed the material of my dress. A gust sent a paper cup rattling down the alley and whipped her dress about my leg, tangling us together.
I eyed her mouth, her knowing eyes, felt the warmth of her body as the tips of her breasts pushed into mine. My eyelids cruised lower.
This was betrayal. I jerked at the thought. Klaus.
As I moved to escape, I hit her arm. She’d flattened her hand on the brickwork beside my neck. When I turned to protest, my mouth met hers. Shocked, I opened under the soft pressure.
My groan escaped this time, past the edges of our lips, before she firmly sealed hers over mine. Her thigh rocked into me at the apex of my thighs, squeezing into my clit. Smooth feminine muscle.
She paused, admiring me and smiling, for a languid second. “Pretty, pretty thing.” Then she reapplied herself to kissing and making me throb, everywhere.
Girl kisses. Hell. Different. Like cream and strawberries after a diet of steak.
Instinct, surely pure instinct, drove me to answer her kiss. My lips were pliant under hers, and her tongue sneaked in, invading my mouth. I slumped into the wall. As her fingers slid around my breast, I labored to catch my breath.
She hummed in appreciation then applied another little kiss. “You taste like a little fuckable princess.”
I swear I got wetter at those words.
Her hand slipped up the outside of my thigh, gathering my dress.
“Wait!”
“Why?” A sultry, purred question.
“Stop. Please.” I wriggled away.
“That’s not a safeword.” Unchecked, her fingers shifted aside the crotch of my panties.
Bad, bad Kat. God, that felt good.
My back slid on the wall. My dress hitched on some pointy bit of brick.
I wrenched away and this time succeeded because she let me go. I stumbled to the side, still feeling the heat of her body and remembering the taste of her mouth.
I couldn’t, wouldn’t, shouldn’t do this. I belonged to Klaus.
I shook my head, lowered my gaze to stare at her feet, then I drew courage and met her eyes. “I can’t. I’m His and you know I can’t.” Glaring, I added. “You know safewords are for agreed upon relationships. We do not have one.”
Her breasts were heaving. Air rasped, as she breathed through her nose. I’d never seen her so wild of eye. “Even if you want this?”
What a question. She was into kink and power exchange. For a vanilla marriage, this was wrong. For a D/s relationship where I’d come close to being his slave? Never, ever, ever was this going to be right.
I’d had no idea how obsessed she was. I had no excuse except drunkenness. I sucked in a determined breath. “Even if.”
Mouth screwing up at one side, she nodded. “I guess, I should say sorry.”
That hadn’t been a question, and she didn’t add to it. No sorry was coming from her, tonight.
“This never happened, Kat.”
She only stared.
I walked backward into the street. Lion tamers got chairs and whips. Not enough. I needed a tranq gun for Kat. I wanted to smack my own head. Tears were going to spill any second and I didn’t want her to see.
I’d been lucky. Any further and I’d have sunk myself so deep Klaus would disown me. I’d been stupid, so fucking stupid.
Chapter 2
Jodie
The sun was dying, sending rays of pale yellow light sifting through the gum trees and hoop pines. What a time to go hiking to the lookout. Klaus just kept on climbing the path. I hitched my shoulder straps into a comfier spot and suppressed a frown. My pack with the picnic gear was half as heavy as his. I’d hefted his before we left. There were bricks in there or maybe toys. What was he planning? Why did men have to be stronger?
I wanted to grumble about this being a stupid time to hike and about stupid places to go this late but that wouldn’t end well. I’d agreed to let him make this sort of decision even if normally he would’ve taken my opinion into account.
The old World War Two army lookout? At five thirty PM? Insane as well as creepy, considering this was Halloween. When I turned that over I realized it was the timing that was making me unhappy.
Sweat rolled down the side of my face to the neckline of my T-shirt.
“Want my pack too?” I called ahead.
He inclined his head and shot me an enigmatic smile. “No.”
Crap.
Something about that look said, you’re in trouble. Not the good sort either.
What had I done? Only one thing. The tension in my stomach screwed up a notch. Had he found out? Kat wouldn’t tell, surely?
Klaus had been back a week which meant I’d been stewing about confessing for way too long. If I told, what would he do, say?
If I didn’t and he found out, would it be worse? Probably. Dishonesty wasn’t good.
Knowing that, I still hadn’t said anything. Truthfully, I was scared of losing him. It was eating at me.
Not good, at all. I needed to tell. I would do it. Yet every time I went to, my heart hurt. What if he wanted to leave me? It’d happened once before and, fuck, I didn’t think I could survive it happening again. I couldn’t even face telling him I’d been drunk because telling that would lead to the other. So I had two things beating at me all day, poisoning my thoughts.
I paused to wipe away tears which had sprung up. I had to tell. Had to be brave.
“Coming?” Klaus beckoned. “Last hundred yards.”
“Sure.” I disguised a sniff by plucking a sticky weed from my shoelaces then hurried to catch up. Later I’d do it. I would.
The place was the same as always – weatherworn concrete perched on the cliffs and looking out over the bay. We’d hiked here before. The view out over the ocean was awe inspiring. As you looked out the wide slit window in the concrete wall, the breadth of the sky hit you, then the long green slope of trees leading down to the sea. Last of all – the roll of the waves below across the expanse of blue, with frothy white decorating the tops. It made me smile, every time. I could smell the salt on the wind.
Erosion and the invasion of creatures, like possums and birds, were slowly deteriorating the old structure. Even reinforced concrete crumbled.
Grit crunched underfoot as I shifted my feet. Night was coming.
I turned as Klaus stroked his hand across my back. “Are we staying long, Sir?” The last word was automatic when I saw how he observed me. The minutiae of my being was under his study. It made the air stop in my lungs.
“Take off your top and shorts.” He stepped away.
When we’d arrived a small group had been leaving.
I went to glance about. Were there no people? “Her –” The question died.
“Yes. Here.”
Questioning further would not help. After I slipped off my clothes and handed them to him, I waited in bra and panties with my hands at my back. The seconds ticked past. Fear crept in. I knew what was coming. If ever there was a penitent victim, that was me.
“Head down and kneel.” He tossed me a beach towel.
I did so, shuffled to my knees on the towel and bowed my head.
My skin prickled with drying sweat. After a minute my laced fingers hurt, I held them so tightly.
We were in tune with each other. I
could read him the same as he read me, though perhaps not as well. Klaus had a way of scaring the hell out of me on his best days.
This wasn’t a best day. This was one of the worst days.
At last, he came to me, went to one knee, and leaned down. Warily, my head still bowed, I rolled my eyes to look at him.
“Do you know what arrived, a few days ago, Jodie?”
Oh shit. A question. He didn’t do those much. Not good.
Trepidation clutched my heart in its claws. If I didn’t say this the right way, I was doomed.
If, by some million to one chance, I had read this wrong and I blurted out an admission, I might also be doomed.
What to do?
I took a breath, and dove in, my voice shaking. Dead giveaway. “I can guess. Not something good?”
He shook his head. “No. Not good.”
“Oh.”
“An email from Kat.”
Oh shit, oh shit. If I relaxed, I’d burst into tears. My face threatened to convulse from the effort of not moving.
“I was waiting for you to say something, but you didn’t. Tell me what was in it, Jodie.”
I held out all of two seconds before I broke. “It’s about the kiss, isn’t it?”
The corner of his mouth twitched. No answer came.
“I...” Breathe. Remember? I sucked in a gulp of air. “I got drunk at the pub and when some bikers went to have a fight, and Kat came out in the middle, I...I hid in an alley with her.”
How was he taking this? Ugh. How angry was he? I couldn’t tell. I kept on.
“She got too close, and I guess I stared at her a bit much, then she kissed me. I told her not to. I did.” I didn’t know what she’d told him but if I lied it would be my undoing. “But I did tell her she was hot. My fault. I know that. I didn’t mean it to happen. I was drunk...”
Sometime in the middle of that I’d stopped looking at him. I edged my focus upward. What I saw there was far worse than anger. Sadness.
I’d made him sad. That made two of us.
“I’m sorry, Sir. I know I should have told you. I was afraid.”
He nodded and reached out to brush some hair from my face. “I understand why. It helps, but it doesn’t excuse you. More than anything what we have runs on trust. You were afraid of how I would react. Can we do this, if you don’t trust me?”
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