All He Desires: The Complete Series (11 page)

"Because. It might just be a slip of paper, but as soon as he crosses that line, you can call the cops and there isn't a damn thing he can do to fight it. That's why the papers were filed." He exhaled and drew me into his arms. "If I could, I'd give you a potion of invisibility or at least some magic bubble to protect you, but for now, papers are the best I can do." He lifted my chin. "And a home, if you would be more comfortable here."

I shook my head. "I can't. You even said it was too soon."

"To move in together, yes, but not for you to spend a few nights until the papers come back."

"I'd still need some new clothes."

"And we'll get them for you, but seeing as we
are
in the master bedroom, I can think of a few things we can do before we leave."

"Is that so?" I swallowed hard when he backed me against the dresser.

"Mm hmm." Jake reached behind me for the rope I'd been holding earlier.

"Give me an example?"

"Oh, I don't know, something like...this." Jake draped the rope around my neck and made a quick knot so it almost looked like a tie. He removed a knife from his back pocket, cut off the excess rope and used that to fashion a short leash which he then attached to the makeshift collar. "Not too tight, is it?"

I inclined my head and averted my gaze. "No, Master."

Almost as if he'd turned on a switch, I went from companion to full submission. With yesterday afternoon still fresh in my mind, it was hard not to squirm when he tugged on the rope, gently guiding me away from the dresser. Once we reached the foot of the bed, he stopped.

He leaned forward to unbutton my blouse, casually pinching my nipples once they were free. "No bra. I like that in a sub."

"I figured I was in for the evening so..." I trailed off.

"Indeed." He helped me get out of my shirt before unbuttoning my pants. "Those as well."

Trying not to fall on my face, I slowly removed the rest of my clothes, and as I did, Jake's hold on my leash got a little tighter.

"Kneel," he ordered, wrapping the slack of rope around his hand.

I did as he asked, and remembering what he'd said, I placed my hands behind my back. Straightening my posture, I had to remind myself not to slouch in front of him. With my head raised, I closed my eyes, my attention fixed on the rope around my neck.

Like the day before, Jake took his time. He stepped to my side. Behind me. Around me. And as he did, my mind started to drift. I anticipated his every breath. Every touch of skin against mine.

His fingertips trailed along my collarbone. Over my shoulder. Between my breasts. I sucked in a breath when he changed directions, his touch moving along my jaw. My cheek. Down my back.

"Tell me your safe words," Jake said, gently tugging the rope whenever I started to relax.

"Yellow to slow down. Red to stop, Master."

"Good girl." His hold on the leash loosened, and he shifted his weight in front of me. "Give me your hands." Once I did, he moved them to the button on his slacks. "Remove them for me—without opening your eyes."

Concentrating on the single button, I carefully slipped it through the fabric before drawing down the zipper. My mouth watered when I felt his hard cock straining against his boxers.
Soon, Kira. You'll have him soon.
Oblivious to the fact I was doing just as any sub would, I fell into the usual motions, pulling his pants down so he could step out of them before doing the same with his boxers.

With the garments out of the way, I held my hands behind my back and waited for his orders. Orders that never came. As tree branches clawed at the windows outside, my heart crashed against my ribs.
It's a mind game.
It's what Doms did best, or so I'd read.
He's going to make you want it.
But I already did. I wanted to lick him. Taste him.
Fuck
him.

And still, he didn't move. Not even the rope in his hands was taut anymore. Time passed us by. The light coming in from outside dimmed, possibly from a cloud floating in front of the sun, and that's how it stayed.

Me on my knees. Waiting. Silently begging him to say—to do
something.

"Have you lost your mind yet?" Jake asked, just as direct as before.

"No, Master."

"Do you want me to stop?"

Stop what?
If I said yes, would that mean I didn't want to play at all, or did it just mean I was tired of waiting? "No, Master."

"Am I frustrating you?"

"Yes, Master."

He laughed. "And do you know why I'm making you wait?"

I frowned. "No, Master. I don't think I do."

"Because," he almost purred. "The Dom always has the final say. There will be times when I try your patience, just as I've done now. You did well, and for that, I will reward you." He wrapped the rope around his hand again, pulling down on it until I bowed my head. "Suck me."

I wet my lips and carefully lowered my mouth until I found what I was looking for. Widening my stance so I wouldn't lose my balance, I took him in my mouth, savoring the salt on his skin as I traced the vein underneath with my tongue. Jake moaned somewhere above me, and that alone made my clit throb with need.

He pinched my nipples. Twisted them. Tugged and pulled at them. And every time he did, I moaned against his warm skin. Took him in a little deeper, deep-throating him.

Jake rested a hand on top of my head and guided me down on him. Let me come up for air. Down again. Then back up.

Circling the head of his cock with my tongue, I parted the slit I found there. Jake dug his fingers into my hair, pulling back on it until he was freed from my mouth.

When I looked at him, he was staring right at me.

"Get on the bed," he ordered, pointing at the mattress.

Eager to please and have him inside me, I did as I was told. I'd barely gotten onto the bed when he rolled me on my back, positioning himself between my knees.

"Condom..." I breathed.

His eyes darkened. "You worry about doing as you're told. I'll worry about the condom."

His deep voice caught me off guard, but then he smiled and held the condom up for me to see. With my nerves calmer than before, I watched him tear the condom wrapper with his teeth.

He grimaced, possibly from the cold latex, as he rolled it on before leaning in to kiss me on the lips. I hugged my arms around him, deepening our kiss as he placed a hand under my back.

Tangled with him on a bed we hadn't even slept in yet, I lost myself in his embrace. Under his watchful gaze. Surrounded by his domain.
You belong here.

"Same rules apply," Jake breathed between strangled gasps for breath. "You're not to come without my permission."

I shut my eyes. "I won't, Master."

And even then, I knew I wouldn't. I obviously had a lot to learn when it came to holding my orgasms at bay, but so long as I asked him for permission before I reached my breaking point, I was still following his orders. Playing by his rules. 

Rocking my hips, I whimpered when he pulled away from me. Gasped when he thrust inside me. I clawed at the back of his neck. Rocked my hips and drew him in a little more

Deep lines of concentration covered his brow as he closed his eyes. And slowly, layer by layer, I watched him fall apart. I wrapped my legs around his hips. Moved whichever way I could so he was hitting my G-spot just right.

Every thrust. Every. Fucking. Time.

I held my breath. Exhaled. Held him close as he drove me even closer to the edge. I didn't dare reach for my clit. Even with Jake fucking me, I was about to reach my breaking point. Teasing my clit wouldn't have just added to the pleasure, it would've sent me over the edge completely.

The arm under my back shook, and as Jake shortened his thrusts, I arched away from the bed.

"Don't..." I moaned. "Don't stop. Please, Master. Don't stop."

His breath caught. His thrusts became even more desperate, alternating between short and fast to hard and deep.

The air started to crackle around us with energy we couldn't possibly contain. And as the first tremors of my orgasm ran through me, I closed my eyes. Away from him. His thrusts. Everything. My body begged to let go. I struggled to hold on. I was slowly starting to fall, and there was no safety net. No way for me to stop. 

"M-master..." I pleaded. Begged. Fought for whatever control I had left. "Please, Master."

He thrust harder. Held me close. "Come for me, Kira. Come now."

A strong heat radiated from my clit to every inch of my body, and as it did, I let go. Of Jake. My breath. Everything.

A
few days after my first experience with rope, the supplies we purchased, along with the papers regarding Dennis's restraining order, arrived at the house. I ignored the papers for the time being as, quite honestly, I was more interested in the box and what was inside.

The box was a lot bigger than I'd imagined, and I had to open it on the front stoop just to get some of the more valuable items through the door. The box held everything I needed and more. Books and templates on how to make the masks seen in Venice. Feathers, sequins, leather and even rope.

But along with all the supplies, there was a personalized note.

Once you're used to making these out of paper and cheap cloth, I have a challenge for you. I want to see the kind of mask you think someone like me would wear at a place like The Limelight.

I turned the piece of paper over, but there wasn't anything else. I looked from the letter to the leather and rope Jake had ordered for me.
Well, at least that explains his reason for getting the leather.
What I didn't know was how to fashion a mask that would be suitable for a Dom, much less the one I was with.

After transporting the essential supplies from the front stoop to the guest house, I locked up my work area and sat back down in Jake's living room. Whatever was left in the box was much too large for me to maneuver on my own. I had a feeling I knew what it was, but decided I was better off waiting for Jake to get home instead of trying to move it on my own.
No sense pulling something and damaging his sub.

I was back in the guest house sorting the supplies when Jake came home. He kissed me, but I couldn't help noticing the papers in his hand.

"You didn't open them," he said, sounding somewhat surprised.

"I'm afraid to," I admitted. "I know you told me they went through but..."

"But they're still just papers." He nodded. "I'm sorry I can't do more."

"You've done enough." I set a pack of feathers on the counter and washed my hands. "I feel safer in my home than I think I've ever been, and that's enough for me."

His expression softened and he cupped my face with his hands. "I do wish you'd reconsider staying there. For safety's sake."

"Not until my lease is up. Besides, the rent's cheap and it's a decent location. I have traffic driving by all the time, and businesses below me."

"I know, and those are the same reasons I haven't done more to make you stay with me." He drew arcs on my cheek with his thumb. "I just worry."

"I know, and I appreciate that, I really do. But until I can find a comparable place—that I can rent on my own—I'm going to keep it. Just until we see where this goes."

"Smart girl." He cleared his throat, and much to my relief, changed the subject completely. "I see you got your new toys. Do you like them?"

"I do. I couldn't get the big stuff in, though."

"Ahh, that would be your table. The mannequins are still coming, but from a different vendor." He glanced around the room, eyeing the leather sheets I had hanging on the drying rack. "Did you get my note as well?"

"I did, but I don't know exactly what those in your lifestyle might wear."

"I thought as much." He pressed a hand to the small of my back, gesturing at the door to the guest house. "Come. I want to take you somewhere...
special
."

Albeit a little hesitant, I followed him back to the main house to get changed. But when I reached his room, the clothes laying out on the bed were different from anything I'd ever worn in his presence.

I picked up the royal blue corset and turned it over before inspecting the long skirt that went along with it. Jake stood in the doorway, wearing a suit much like the one he usually had on.

"Where are we going, exactly?" I asked, removing most of my clothes so I could change into the ones he'd put out for me.

He stepped up behind me to help with tying the laces. "Someplace special."

I held my hair out of the way, gasping each time he jerked the bodice a little tighter. "Yes, you already said that. You also said you didn't buy clothes for or dress your subs."

"Special occasions call for something a little different. As for where we're going, you'll just have to wait and see." He kissed the back of my neck once the corset was in place. "I believe you can manage the rest on your own."

I bobbed my head. "I should hope so, otherwise I have a serious problem that doesn't involve getting stuffed into a bodice that's probably as small as the one I have at home."

Jake laughed, stopping inside the doorway. "Don't worry. It won't be on for long."

* * * *

T
he Limelight
was even more packed than the first time I was here. Stepping into the lobby, Jake took my jacket and draped it over his arm. He signed us in, and without saying a word, he led me to the main room.

He'd spoken at length on the way over how I was to act in public, and even though I had a million questions racing through my mind, I kept them all to myself. I did my best to keep my eyes fixed on the ground, but when Jake stopped in front of me, I risked a glance around the room.

It wasn't anything like I'd seen over a week before. The stage was missing, and by the look of it, there were no demos planned for the evening.
So why are we here?
Yet another question I couldn't ask as Jake slowly guided me through the main room to a long hall on the other end.

"I'm going to drop these off in a locker, then I'll explain why we're here," Jake said, nodding to our jackets. "You can wait here. Don't address anyone. If they talk to you, direct them to me. Most Doms should know better than to talk to a sub without her master's permission, but the newer pups don't seem to realize this—or to care. Are you okay?"