All He Desires: The Complete Series (17 page)

He moved again, this time to trail the tails of a flogger over the sides of my hips. I jerked away when it tickled, gasping as the knot against my clit made itself known.

I tightened my kegels before Jake's toy could slip out of me.
He's going to make this extra difficult.
I wasn't just making assumptions. I knew.

"I want to push your boundaries..."

I let my head fall forward as the flogger came down on me again. This time on one of my shoulders.

The tails smacked against skin, and I jumped, sending the most delicious chill throughout my body. The hold I had on the egg was starting to slip, but each time I made an effort to tighten my kegels, the flogger came down again—sending yet another surge of electricity from my clit when the knot rubbed up against it.

My head spun. My concentration was beginning to fray. And as the pulsating of the egg intensified, so did Jake's strokes of the flogger.

The stinging fire on my shoulders was quickly forgotten thanks to the warmth radiating from my clit. White specks started to crowd my vision as the first tremors of an orgasm ran over my spine.
Hold it back.

I couldn't. Not like this. Not when every strike of the flogger meant a knot against my clit, and certainly not when Jake turned the vibrating egg up as far as it could go.

My kegels were weakening. My focus was gone. And as I pulled at my restraints for support, I cried out.

"Please, Master," I begged. Sobbed.

"More?" Jake asked playfully.

No. No more.
"I couldn't possibly—"

"Kira?"

"Master, please...I can't..."

He hit the flogger against my shoulder again. "Can't...or won't?"

I ground my teeth. Set my jaw.
Hold. It. Back.
"I can't!"

Jake hugged his arms around me, and slowly, he removed the egg. "Good girl." He let the egg fall to the floor. Moved the rope to one side and slipped a pair of fingers deep within my pussy. "You were a very good girl." He hooked his fingers and beckoned my G-spot. "Very good."

I let my head rest back against his chest as he pushed me higher and higher. I rocked my hips, grinding against the knot as I drew his fingers in even deeper.

"Would my pet like to finish?" Jake asked, kissing behind my ear.

Yes, yes. Please, God, yes.
"Yes, Master"

"Here in front of all these people?"

I don't care who the hell is watching...just so long as—

"Kira?"

"Yes, Master."

"Then come for me, Kira. Come so everyone in this room can hear you and see what a good pet you are."

He pressed against my G-spot, so hard it
almost
hurt. Then, very gently, he released the pressure. When he did, so did I.

"Oh. My. God."

I gasped. Twitched. My pussy clamped around his fingers and as it did, he pushed me even higher.

"That's a good girl." He kissed my forehead and smoothed back my sweat dampened hair. "Very good girl."

W
hen I returned to orbit and was somewhat coherent, Jake had moved me into what I assumed was one of the private play rooms
.
I lay on the sofa with my head in his lap. He stroked my hair, his eyes and thoughts elsewhere.

I stirred and reached for his hand. "Where are we?"

He smiled, though it was more worn than I expected. "Still at
The Limelight.
How do you feel?" He drew a blanket up over me so I'd stay warm.

I shivered when I realized the blanket was the only thing covering my body. "What happened to the rope?"

"I had to cut you out of it." He laughed. "That was either a strong orgasm or you just had your first trip into subspace."

"You aren't sure?"

"It was short-lived, but that could also be because Devlin and I made sure to bring you back down as soon as possible. How do you feel?"

"Cold. Thirsty."

He nodded. "That's to be expected after a scene like that."

"What about Marisa and Devlin?"

"They opened up a few of the play stations for those who wanted to stay. I think folks liked you."

"Byplay?"

"No, never on a night like tonight—not during the demo. Though I'm sure it may have crossed some of their minds." He sighed. "You have no idea how badly I wanted to take you up there."

"Why didn't you?"

He grinned. "Not that kind of demo. They didn't pay to see..." He shook his head. "Never mind. But if it had been
that
kind of demo..." He released a hiss of air. "No question about it."

"Nice to know I still have that affect on you."

"Baby, I don't think you'll ever stop." He scooted over so he could stand up. "I'm going to get you something warm to drink. Tea perhaps?"

I shoved an arm under a pillow when he offered it to me before placing a blanket on top of the other one. "Tea sounds wonderful."

"Pretty sure they're out of orange spice," he teased.

"I don't doubt it. At this point I'd be happy with some water so long as it's warm."

"Good, because I don't think they have tea, either." He kissed me again and then left the room.

I closed my eyes and breathed in his lingering cologne. My body and mind were still coming down from my high. So when I heard the door open again, I was sure I'd dozed off.

"That was fast," I said without opening my eyes. "Forget something?"

The door clicked behind him, then locked. His silence and the still air put me on edge.
Something's wrong.
Pushing past my fading delirium, I managed to roll over and open my eyes, but when I looked toward the door, Jake wasn't there.

Dennis was. Albeit a little cleaner than usual, but I could never forget that face. Those eyes! The rigid jaw line was definitely his.

"Hello, kitty." Dennis stood in front of the door to the room—my only escape—with his arms crossed over his chest.

For a long moment, I just stared at him, gauging if what I saw was real or some kind of hallucination brought on by subspace.

"How did you...where did you..." I covered myself with the blankets even more as my vision jumped from him to the door. "You shouldn't be here."

"Concerned about my wellbeing?" Dennis held a hand to his chest. "Kitty, I'm touched." He took a step toward me, grinning when I eyed the door a second time. "Expecting someone?" Another step.

God, I hope so.
I clutched the blankets in my hands.
Jake, what's taking you so long?
"How did you get in here?"
Keep him calm, Kira. Whatever you do, don't piss him off.

Dennis held up a credit card. "Faulty locks, I'd imagine. They really should get them replaced—like someone else I know."

I glared at him.
Break into my old place all you want. The new residents will call the cops on your ass so fast...
I swallowed when he moved even closer.

I stood up so I was on his level. "You know..." I closed the distance between us before he could do it himself.
Aggression begets aggression. Confidence.
Neither of which I had at the moment. "I feel sorry for you."

"Sorry for me?" Dennis scoffed. "You should be more concerned about yourself, sweet cheeks. I'm not the one kneeling in front of some little shit like I'm his personal bitch."

Calm, Kira. This is exactly the opposite of calm.
He was already on the defensive, and I knew anything I said would provoke him. A part of me wondered how he got inside
The Limelight,
but deep down, I knew.

His hair was slicked back, and to the untrained eye, he looked pretty good—like most of the other Doms who walked in. Clean shave. Pressed suit. And if I didn't know any better, I'd bet he was sober.

"Why are you here?" I asked again, keeping my voice even while my nerves tied into knots.

The smug grin on Dennis's face put me on edge. "You know, I’d heard rumors of a blonde slut working here. I had a feeling it might be you. At least I know you didn’t disappoint."

Good for you. What the hell do you want, a biscuit?
"I don’t
work
here, Dennis. I scene here. There’s a difference."

"Is there? Could’ve fooled me. Looks like you’re obeying his every beck and call. It’s befitting of you, to be honest. I always knew you’d end up being someone else’s bitch."

"Better than being yours."

"Seeing as you’re trained, I think I could use a sub."

The doorknob started to turn. Got stuck. Dennis and I exchanged glances—his eyes looking very much like a cornered animal's. Mine probably weren't any better.

"Kira?" Jake called from the other side of the door.

I opened my mouth. Closed it when Dennis's eyes darkened. He grabbed my wrist and pulled me up against him.

"Not a word, kitty," he snarled, turning so we were both facing the door. "So help me. You breathe a word, and I'll see just how little you're wearing under those rags."

I yanked free from his grasp. Turned on him. "That isn’t how this works."

Dennis pulled my hair and slammed me onto my knees. "Submit to me, bitch."

I whimpered as the floor bit at my skin. I clawed at my blankets and held them tight.

Someone knocked on the door again. Harder this time. "Kira?" Jake jiggled the door handle.

Dennis pulled back on my hair so I could see the credit card in his other hand. He smiled victoriously when footsteps moved away from the door.

"Jake, wa—"

Dennis’s hand struck my face, brining tears to my eyes. "What. Did. I. Say?" He grasped my chin, his thumb and fingers digging into my cheeks. "Keep your mouth
shut.
"

I blinked away the tears as my vision blurred, but his hold on me was still there.

"If they come in here, you’re my ticket out," Dennis said, shoving the card in his pocket. "I will hunt you down. Whatever it takes."

I clawed at his arms and wiggled out of his grasp, leaving a handful of hair in my place. I didn't bother to hold the blankets to my body when I pushed him away.

"Jesus Christ," Dennis hissed, reaching for me again. "Don't they let you wear any clothes?" Recovering from his shock, he pushed me onto the sofa. "Hell, kitty, if you wanted to be treated like shit, all you had to do was ask." He pressed down on my shoulder. Held me in place.

I blinked past hot tears of pain. "Let. Go."

"Why? I thought you
liked
this." His eyes narrowed as he put a hand over my mouth again.

I struggled underneath him, gasping when he moved the hand from my shoulder to my neck. I pushed back. Clawed and bit. Did everything in my power to get my feet between us.

After a heel to the ribs, Dennis recoiled. Came at me again. Footsteps outside the room returned, only this time, it wasn't just Jake waiting on the other side.

The door handle jiggled, unlocked and turned. Black specks started to crowd my vision as I tried to stay alert. Tried to catch my breath.

I didn't hear them come in, but I felt them. Heavy footsteps. Dennis being pulled off me. Blankets placed over me as Jake urged me to sit up and to take a handful of deep breaths.

My vision slowly returned, and as it did, so did images of Devlin fighting Dennis. He shoved his hand against Dennis's neck and pushed him into a wall. He had the same look on his face as Dennis had when he forced me down to my knees—the same determined look that, if allowed, he'd probably have a lot more on his hands than simple defense or assault charges.

I coughed. Rubbed at my raw neck. "Don't," I croaked around the dryness in my throat.

Devlin's eyes snapped in my direction.

"Don't let him..." I coughed. Stood with Jake's help. "Don't get dragged down to his level. It...it isn't worth it."

"Kira." Jake hugged me close. "He shouldn't even be here."

"No, but Devlin shouldn't have to deal with charges just for protecting me."

"Thank you," Dennis gasped.

Devlin didn't budge. "The young lady may be in a forgiving mood, but I'm not."

"Master Devlin, please," I begged. "Don't let him do this to you."

"But this is my choice." He gestured at Dennis. "He can't just get a slap on the wrist, not this time. This time he's taken things too far."

"No," Jake said, cradling me in his arms. "She's right. You have Marisa to think about. Let the authorities handle it."

Devlin glared at Dennis, but soon, his grip on my ex loosened.

Dennis squared his shoulders and crossed his arms over his chest as he leaned against the wall. He looked between Jake and myself, and smirked. "You never told him, did you?"

I frowned. So did Jake.
What are you getting at, Dennis?

"Tell them, Kira," Dennis spat. "I don't see a ring on your finger, so you must remember. Tell them. Tell your handler that we’re engaged to be married."

My heart sank, and the breath rushed from my lungs.

"What’s he talking about?" Jake asked.

Once I recovered, I said, "We
were
engaged, but then he canceled. What else is there to say? I never said anything because it wasn’t important."
You aren't important, Dennis.
Not anymore.

"She lies." Dennis fixed his jacket. "In fact, if you call the Shepherd Chapel, you’ll learn we have a wedding coming up."

My eyes widened. "I canceled that. Not even a week after you stormed out."

"And I rescheduled." His smug grin returned. "Told them we had to work out our differences."

I pushed off Jake, ignoring him when he reached for me. "No, let me handle him." Jake held up his hands and nodded for Devlin to do the same. "So what? Now that I’m down on my knees for another man, you want me back? Life doesn’t work that way."

"Have you even seen how he treats you?"

"You’ve only seen what happens here in
The Limelight
. You know nothing about him, or us. I’m as much of a person as I was when we were together. In fact, I’m better than that now."

"But you begged me to take you back."

"That’s because I didn’t know the difference between the passion I craved and your abuse. If you could just get your head out of your ass and stop losing yourself in a bottle, you may have seen this." I shrunk against Jake when Dennis stepped forward.