Silken Desires (25 page)

Jonathan stood against the wall with his
arms over his chest waiting for things to get underway. As people
came in, he greeted them and pointed to tables with available
seats. It was crowded but by invitation only so they wouldn’t run
out of room. He pushed aside all thoughts of Roxi to concentrate on
the night ahead. If he could get through this evening, take it one
day at a time, then the next sixty years of his life wouldn’t be
unmanageable. He forced a smile and thought of Kristy and Jake’s
happiness.

The next person through the door halted
Jonathan’s happy mood. “Hiya, sweet cheeks.” Bianca rubbed against
Jonathan and purred in his ear. “Miss you. Where have you been?
I’ve needed a good fuck.” She looked at him with pouty lips.

“I’ve been with someone else. Not that it’s
any of your business. But you and I are over, not that we were ever
on, but I mean as far as the schedule. I’ve had you removed. I no
longer wish to scene or train with you.” He pushed her off with a
gentle touch. “That’s my choice, and Master Kyle agrees. Any
problems, take it up with him. I’m sure he can find you someone
else to your liking.” He nudged her away. “Go find a seat before
they begin.”

Jake shook his head, and Jonathan wandered
over to the table. “She’s such a cunt.” He glared at Bianca then
looked at Kristy. “Shit, sorry cutie, that wasn’t appropriate and
not meant for your ears. I apologize.” He ran his hand down her
head and stroked her hair.

“Hear what?” She played dumb, and he smiled
for the first time since the bitch walked into the room.

“Thanks.” Grateful that Kristy could always
put him in a good mood, he playfully tugged her hair.

An elderly couple walked in dressed in
leather, Arthur and Dorothy, they were the club’s oldest clients by
far, and the ones he’d seen recently at Slipknot. They were in
their seventies and came to all the special events. “Lookin’ good
Mistress Dorothy.” Jonathan stepped in front of them. “Let me show
you to your table.”

Her face lit up in a huge smile. “Thank you
Master Jonathan.” He smiled as the woman tugged on her husband’s
leash. The man followed behind willingly with his head lowered, but
Jonathan could see him smiling. Every time he saw the two of them
together he had thoughts of him and Roxi.

He shook his head trying not to think about
her, but it still hurt regardless.

As he pulled the chair out for Dorothy,
Arthur took his place in the chair next to her. In their younger
days, he sat at her feet, but with age and little bit of arthritis
they opted for a chair.

He was just about to tell the couple to
enjoy themselves and to have a good night when he heard people
murmuring and a few people gasp and then the room fell silent.
Glancing around, he could see people looking toward the door. He
looked up and what he saw took his breath away.

Roxi stood tall in black stilettos, feet
spread at shoulder width, and her shoulders squared in confidence.
She wore a black leather mini dress that Jonathan had never seen
before, and lace-topped thigh-highs decorated her legs below the
hem of her dress. Jonathan’s dick instantly strained against his
tight leather pants. But what really got to him was what he saw
across her chest,
and
she wore his collar. Her hair was a
controlled mess and her makeup bold. This was a new look for her,
and he liked it.

She held her stance at the door as he walked
in slow motion hoping she was real and not a dream. She only had
eyes for him, and they were full of lust, want, and need. When he
finally reached her all he could do was grip her by the back of the
neck and kiss her deeply. All the pain and angst melted away as he
felt her return the kiss fervently. When their kiss ended he bit
her earlobe, and whispered, “When we get home I’m going to fuck you
in the playroom, my beautiful slut. Damn, you make me hard.”

She exhaled a breathy, “Please, Sir.” He
traced a finger lazily on the words displayed across her chest in
what looked like black marker. It read—
Jonathan’s slut
.

He released his grip on the back of her
neck. He needed time to let it all sink in. “Go sit.” He pointed to
the table where Kristy sat wide-eyed and Jake stared with no
emotion whatsoever on his face. “And speak to no one.”

“Yes, Sir.” He watched her walk slowly and
seductively, but with her head down. She chose the chair next to
Kristy, which was directly across the round table from Jake. Kristy
opened her mouth to speak looking to Jonathan for approval.
Jonathan shook his head “no” and she closed her parted lips.

Jonathan greeted and seated several more
people but couldn’t concentrate on any of them. He kept glancing
back at Roxi—his love, sitting there so nicely. For the second time
that night a lump formed in his throat. This time it was welcomed
as happy tears threatened to spill. Pulling it together, he
squeezed his eyes shut as a moan built in his throat only to be
released as a loud breath. The lights dimmed and he closed the
doors after a small group of people came rushing in.

Kyle took the stage, welcoming everyone, so
Jonathan went to sit with Roxi and his best friends. As he took his
seat, Jake stared him down hard, a look he knew well. It meant his
friend was not happy with him. He tried not to read into it, and
faced Roxi. “Angel, look at me.”

She raised her head and gave him the most
earth shattering smile. His heart stuttered. “I thought you didn’t
want to come tonight, or
ever
.” He stroked her collar and
let his hand trail to the words on her chest. “And this, this is
just…wow, I don’t even know what to say.”

“I’m sorry for behaving the way I did. It
was selfish of me only thinking of myself. I was stupid.” She put
her hands to her neck and cupped her collar in her hands.

“I’m glad you’re here, and you weren’t being
stupid, just confused.” He cupped her cheek. “I love you.”

“I know, and I love you too. That’s why I’m
here, like this.” She ran her hands down her chest across the
marker. “For you. For us.”

Jake spoke up, but neither Roxi nor Jonathan
looked away from one another. “So, you didn’t dress her like this
or tell her to write that on her chest?” His voice sounded like
controlled anger.

Glaring over at Jake, he said, “No, and if I
did it’s of no concern to you.” Jonathan shook his head and
returned his attention to Roxi. “But I’d like to know how you wrote
this on your chest. It’s impossibly neat.”

Roxi giggled. “Pilar helped me.”

“No shit! What did you tell her? How did she
react?” Jonathan felt the disbelief on his face as he closed his
gaping mouth.

“I called her over to the house and told her
I had a special event to attend as your sub and I wanted to
look
the part. She asked me to define “sub”. I gave her a
brief explanation of our D/s relationship. She acted like I hadn’t
said a word, and then asked what she could do. I laid my outfit on
the bed with a black marker. She didn’t look shocked, and never
said a word. She dressed me and helped with my hair and makeup.”
Roxi’s hand went to her breastbone. “Then I picked up the marker.”
Roxi began giggling again. “When I told her what to write on my
chest she paled and asked me if I was sure I wanted to do that. I
told her I did more than anything, and so she wrote it.”

All Jonathan could do was laugh. People
around him shushed him and he quieted, but still continued to
laugh, just not as loud. “I can’t even picture her staying calm
throughout that.”

“When she walked me to the door, she was
muttering something about the younger generations being so damn
kinky.” Roxi’s smile went from ear to ear as she recalled the
incident.

Roxi put her hand on his knee. It made is
already hard dick even harder. He couldn’t wait to get out of there
to show her how much he treasured her, and wanted her.

The darkened room lit up and music coming
from the front of the room was a strange techno beat of sounds.
Laser lights shot across the stage and over the three couples in
various forms of play who were warming up. One couple utilized the
St. Andrews cross, another the spanking horse, and the third couple
was playing on a plain wooden chair.

Jonathan couldn’t keep his hands off Kristy.
He kept caressing her and smoothing a hand over her hair, and
neither could stop smiling at one another. Jake obviously noticed.
“All right, that’s enough. Come with me.” Jake stood abruptly and
went out the door. The three of them looked at each other and got
up to follow.

In the hall, Jake stood near Room Four. “Do
you have your key?”

Jonathan pulled a key ring from his pocket.
“Always.”

Jake motioned to the door obviously wanting
entry to Jonathan’s room. Once inside the room, Jake slammed the
door shut. “Explain.”

“What the fuck is your problem bro?” Roxi
asked.

“Everyone has lost their damn minds. These
two can’t stop touching each other, or smiling for that matter, and
you—” He pointed at Roxi. “You look like a fucking whore, and your
boyfriend is in leather. I don’t know you guys anymore. What the
hell is going on? Did I miss a memo somewhere that said today was
the new April fool’s day?” Jake shoved a chair across the floor.
“Cuz’ God, I sure hope this is all a joke.”

“Jake, calm the fuck down.” Roxi walked
right up to him and grabbed his face with both of her hands.
Jonathan only saw her do that with her brother when he was on the
verge of going crazy. She prevented many fights for him in high
school using that technique, but it had been a while since he’d
seen her do it. “We all love you, and that’s all you need to know.
So sit, and relax so Jonathan and I can share our news.”

“It better be good.” Jake walked to the bed
and plopped down, and Kristy joined him.

“Just shut up and listen, don’t interrupt
either.” She put her hands on her hips and glared at him with her
attitude that Jonathan had missed so much. She was acting like her
old self, and he wanted to shout for joy. He stood next to her in a
show of support and put his hand on her lower back.

“Jake, I’m gonna say this once so listen
carefully. I will not be having this conversation with you again.”
She paused for a moment. “I’m a pain slut. I enjoy pain so much
that I almost entertained the idea of living with a sadist for the
rest of my life.” Jonathan could see Jake’s face and he could tell
his friend was struggling not to speak. “Thankfully, Jonathan came
to his senses and collared me. We had a small ceremony just the two
of us with my friend and former Master, Liam. Liam is from New
York, and he was the one I stayed with when I ran away.”

Kristy shot up and ran over to her wrapping
her arms around her. “I saw the collar, but I didn’t realize it was
the real deal. I thought it was part of your wardrobe. Oh my God!”
Kristy stroked the lock and read the inscription. “Always and
forever. It’s beautiful.”

“Thank you, Kris.” They hugged, and Kristy
walked her over to sit next to her husband. Roxi remained standing
over them with the extra five inches the heels gave her. “I also
want you guys to know I’ve decided that in exchange for Jonathan’s
love and his working hard to give me what I need physically, that
I’d do anything for him. That includes being his slut, his bitch,
or his bottom. Whatever the hell he wants I’ll give it to him,
because I love him.”

Jonathan’s heart leapt at her words, he
hadn’t expected them. He thought he was there to hear Roxi and her
brother give each other a tongue lashing. Overcome with joy he had
to say something. “Roxi is only my sub for when we play at home or
in the club, and yeah compared to you two, we’re both fucked up in
that department. She likes pain, and I like to verbally degrade.”
He shrugged his shoulders. “Other than that though, I’m still the
same person I’ve always been, and she’s still the same vivacious
bitchy woman that I love, with a few extra bruises.”

He turned her backside to them, and Jonathan
lifted the hem of her dress showing off bruised thighs. “This will
take some getting used to, but I adore this woman and if this is
what she wants I’m going to find a way to cope, and give her what
she wants and needs. So if you have a problem with it, I don’t know
what to tell you man. Either deal with it, or step back, because
Roxi and I plan to be together for the rest of our lives.” He
tugged at the lock on her collar, forcing her to face him, and she
smiled in return.

“I had this planned for later, but then you
threw me for a loop earlier. I thought I’d be returning this.” He
pulled a velvet ring box from his vest pocket and got down on one
knee. Roxi put her hands over her mouth. “Roxanne, you know how I
feel about you. I love you more than anything. You know who I am
better than anyone, and yet you still want me. We’ve already
decided to bond through the collar for life, so let’s take this one
step further and get married. So, what do you say, will you marry
me and be my wife?” He opened the box revealing a heart shaped
diamond on a white gold band.

She got to her knees with him—tears flowing
down her cheeks. “Yes,” she croaked out.

He removed the ring and slipped it on her
left ring finger. It was a perfect fit. She held her hand up and
admired it. “Its heart shaped; you remembered.” She wrapped her
arms around his neck so hard he almost couldn’t breathe and they
fell over on the floor laughing through kisses.

“I think we should leave.” Kristy’s voice
reminded him they weren’t alone. He sat up bringing Roxi with
him.

“Yeah, head on out. I know you have big
plans. So do I.” He gave Roxi and devious grin and nibbled on her
neck.

“What plans?” Roxi asked.

“Look at Kristy.” He whispered to her. He
didn’t want to give away her news and spoil it, so he tried not to
say more. Unable to stop himself, he pointed. “Rox really look at
her. See how happy she is. Isn’t she radiant?”