The Reluctant Dom (24 page)
“How does that feel, love?”
“Green, Sir.”
Tony nodded to Seth and stepped out of the way, to the edge of the play area.
Seth nervously studied her, noticed her breathing had quickened, her entire body now flushed. She wiggled a little on the bench as if trying to rub herself.
He knelt beside her head and dropped his voice, trying not to fuck this up. “Are you ready to feel the bite?”
Her eyes were squeezed shut and she nodded, almost eagerly, squirming against her bindings now.
“Show me your hands.”
As much as she could, she lifted her hands, made several fists, and wiggled her fingers. He knew it wasn't as important now, because he only had her in wrist cuffs, not arm ropes, but he needed to get a handle on this routine.
He held her hands. “Squeeze.”
She squeezed, hard.
“Very good. Your feet.”
He was more worried about her circulation down there because of the ropes. She wiggled her feet and toes, flexing them. He felt them and they weren't any cooler than the rest of her body.
He stepped back to the bag and dug out the flogger. “Fifteen, love.” It felt strange calling her that but it was part of their game and he was determined to get this as right as possible for her.
For Kaden.
“Fifteen, Sir,” she repeated.
“Count.” He swung, admittedly not very hard the first time. She didn't even flinch.
“One, Sir.”
Around the fifth swing he finally found his stride. He took his time, frequently glancing at Tony, who nodded but remained silent and out of the way. Leah counted every stroke, her voice deepening, tinged with arousal as the count rose. By the time he reached fifteen she was squirming on the bench—and he was ashamed to realize he had a raging hard-on.
He took a deep, steadying breath. “What is the count, love?”
“That was fifteen, Sir,” she gasped. “Thank you.”
“Where are we?”
“Green, Sir,” she immediately replied.
He checked her feet and hands, relieved to see she seemed okay. He stepped back. “Fifteen more, love.”
“Fifteen, Sir.”
“Count.”
He saw the obvious effect this had on her, wished he could drop his pants and fuck her silly right there. He paused between the tenth and eleventh strokes, took a swig of water from one of the bottles they'd brought. Her ass looked pink. This flogger was one of the mildest in Kade's collection, would barely bruise a tomato. He knew that was more for his peace of mind and to build his confidence than Leah's safety.
When Seth felt he'd regained control he glanced at Tony, who nodded. Seth continued the set.
At the end he repeated the check-in. She was doing okay, a damn sight better than he was, from the looks of it.
He dropped the flogger into the bag and took out the mild crop. Tony held up a finger. Seth stepped away from Leah and nodded.
Tony stepped over, leaned in close to his ear. “They need a hand upstairs for a minute. Will you be okay until I get back?”
Seth nodded.
“You can ask the DM to come get me if you need me. Don't hesitate to call the scene if you feel uncomfortable. She'll understand. Kade's trained her well.”
Seth nodded and waited until Tony left. There weren't many people watching them right now, maybe a dozen or so at a discreet distance. He tried to tune them out and return to the scene.
Stepping back to Leah, he caressed her ass, heard her responding sigh of pleasure. “Where are we, love?”
“Green, Sir,” she breathlessly replied.
He nervously positioned himself, took a couple of practice swings that didn't make contact so he could adjust his aim.
“Five, love.”
“Five, Sir.”
“Count.” He knew he pulled his first stroke. He couldn't help it, this went against the very core fiber of his being.
She almost sounded disappointed. “One, Sir.”
Grow a set,
he thought.
You have to do this right for them.
He landed the second much harder, making her jump against the restraints.
“Two, Sir.” But she sounded relieved.
He drew the set out, checking her at the end. Light red welts appeared in a few places, and her shaved pussy looked red and swollen.
He dug into the bag and found the vibrator, slipped it into her and quickly hooked up the straps. With the remote in his left hand, he firmly grasped the crop in his right. “Set of ten, love.”
“Ten, Sir.”
“Count.”
He nearly moaned at the sight of her hips jerking against each impact from the crop. His dick painfully throbbed as he heard the vibrator pulsing inside her. He was doing this to her.
She kept count, barely, her voice moaning by the end of the set.
He shut off the vibrator but left it inside her. He knew she hadn't come yet and was probably as horny as he was at this point.
He bent over the bag to go for the next implement when he heard the man's voice. “You need a little help there?”
He looked up. Baxter.
Seth glanced at Leah, noticed she'd tensed, and not in a good way. “No, we're okay. Thanks.”
Baxter walked over, standing entirely too close to Leah. “She needs a lot more than this, you know. Kaden's usually gone thirty on her with a singletail by this point. I could help you out. I'd love a chance to play with her.”
Seth stepped between him and Leah. “I said, no thanks.”
“She needs a firm hand. You're barely making contact. I paddled my kids harder than you've used her.”
Seth fought his barely constrained rage. “Back. Off.” This guy had reproduced?
Yech.
Baxter quickly stepped around him and leaned in to speak to Leah.
Where the fuck was the DM?
“Leah, do you want a real Dom to take care of you—”
“Enough!” an enraged voice ordered.
Who's voice was that?
Oh, man, that's me
, Seth thought.
“Get. The
fuck
. Away from My slave.”
Baxter looked at him. “She's not your anything. She's Kaden's wife.”
Seth touched the end of the crop to Baxter's chest and shoved him away from Leah, who silently watched the drama unfold. Seth was barely aware of raised voices and someone calling for the DM to get their ass back there.
“She is
My
slave,” Seth growled. He looked at her. “Leah, who is your Master?” he barked.
Stunned, she whispered, “You are, Sir.”
“Who do you obey?” he demanded.
Her voice gained strength but she still looked wide-eyed. “I obey only You tonight, Sir,” she answered.
Baxter started to say something else when Tony and the DM returned. “What's going on?” Tony demanded.
Seth pointed the crop at Baxter. “Keep that asshole the fuck away from My slave and out of My way.” He heard the capital letters in his voice.
Two other DMs showed up and escorted Baxter out of the building. Tony looked at Leah, then Seth. Seth knelt by Leah's head.
“Look at me.”
She did.
“Where are we, love?”
She didn't hesitate. “Green, Sir.”
She
was
his slave. He felt it in his core.
He understood.
He knew something had changed inside him, even he could hear it in his voice. “Do you need to feel the bite?” he asked. He knew his voice sounded deeper, stronger, even though he wasn't quite sure how or why.
She nodded. Eagerly. “Yes, Sir. I need to feel the bite.”
His intention had been to switch to the strap next. Loud, but not any more severe than the mild crop.
He rummaged through the bag, keeping an eye on her while Tony and others silently watched from the sidelines.
At the bottom of the bag, in the storage tube holding another crop, Seth found the mild, springy switch, not quite a cane. Far from the most severe in Kade's collection but more severe than the strap or first crop he'd used. He'd planned on finishing everything out with a set of five from it after spending more time with the other implements.
Something told him they both needed it now.
Seth stepped back to her and lined up his strokes. “Set of ten, love.”
She wiggled her ass. “Ten, Sir.”
“Count them off.” He didn't pull back and she gasped as the switch left a red stripe across her flesh.
“One, Sir,” she breathlessly whispered.
He left the vibrator off and knew she desperately wanted to feel it buzzing. He also knew Kade was helping him out a lot by including it in the night's play. He'd seen Leah climax from play with Kade, but Kade had no problem going after her more tender areas with the whips and crops. Seth knew he was nowhere near that level of skill or confidence yet.
Maybe one day.
The thought that they would be playing like this long enough for there to be a “one day” made his dick throb even harder.
He striped her ass and thighs, her desperate squirming setting something on fire deep within him. What the hell kind of sick freak was he? Here he was, whipping his terminally ill best friend's wife and wanting to fuck her brains out.
And he'd been told it was okay to do it!
And he
wanted
to do it.
At the end of the set, Leah writhed against her bonds, wiggling her nicely red ass in the air. Seth caressed her flesh, marveling at the long, striped welts, the texture and heat of them on her skin.
“Where are we, love?” he hoarsely asked.
“Green, Sir.”
He glanced at the timer—they had twenty minutes left.
He checked her hands and feet again and knelt by her head.
“Leah, look at me.”
Her eyes looked glazed under heavy lids.
“Do you need to feel the bite?”
She nodded, her eyes locked on his. “I need to feel the bite, Sir.”
“I want you to come for me, love. Do you want to come for me?”
She eagerly nodded. “I want to come for You, Sir.”
He couldn't help it, knew it wasn't part of their routine, but he leaned in and gently kissed her lips. “You will come for me, love.”
He returned to the end of the bench. “Set of fifty, love.”
She shuddered, but in the way he knew meant she was close to the edge. “Set of fifty, Sir.”
“Count.” He backed off the force of his swing, not enough to do more than add a mild sting. As the first stroke touched her flesh, Seth thumbed the button on the remote control, turning on the vibrator.
Her body shook but she maintained the count.
By the time he hit ten he knew she was almost there. He stepped up the force behind his strokes, alternating his angle, covering her flesh with a fine mesh pattern of stripes, careful not to break the skin.
She came at thirteen. She came again at twenty-seven.
Then one last climax at forty-five.
Breathing heavy, he turned off the vibrator, returned the switch to the tube they carried them in, then took the vibrator out of her.
She lay, spent and limp, across the bench.
He knelt beside her and caressed her face, laying his palm along her cheek. She'd cried at some point, probably numerous times, but a slight smile caressed her face as she kissed his hand.
“How are we, love?” he whispered.
“Green, Sir,” she murmured.
He carefully untied her, gently rubbing her legs and arms. Seth held her tucked against him in his lap for a few minutes while she recovered. He kissed the top of her head, stroked his fingers down her spine, murmured soothing words to her. Then he offered her a bottle of water and told her to get dressed. He quickly put away their accessories in the duffel bag and, with instruction from the DM, wiped down the bench. As Leah dressed, Tony stepped in and nodded to Seth.
“You okay?” Tony asked.
Seth slowly buttoned his shirt. He felt drained, hornier than hell, and...
He couldn't identify the mystery emotion now bouncing through him. It damn sure hadn't been there when they started.
“Yeah. I'm okay.”
Leah finished dressing and knelt in front of Seth. “Thank you, Sir,” she said, picking up the game again.
He held out his hand and she took it, kissing it. He pulled her to her feet and kissed her.
She froze for a second but then returned it with urgency. When he broke the kiss their eyes met and he couldn't help but say it.
“I love you, Leah.”
The brightest of smiles curled her lips. He thought his heart would implode. “I love you too, Seth.”
Chapter 14
Seth wanted to bend Leah over the hood of the car and fuck her right there in the club parking lot. Somehow, he managed to get her into the passenger seat before he slid behind the wheel.
He looked at her. Then he leaned in and kissed her, his hand fisting her hair, deeply tasting her.
His slave.
His.
He closed his eyes and gasped for air as he pressed his forehead to hers. “I love you so much.”
“I love you, too.”
“I don't want to do this all the time. I'll do it for you, and yeah, okay, it's fun. But sometimes I'm going to need to just be ... normal.”
“I know. That's okay. I'd like that too.”
“Will that be enough for you?”
“Yes.”
He kissed her again, softly moaning as her tongue pressed against his lips. They parted under her touch and before long he knew if he didn't get her home he was going to fuck her right there.
His hands shook. It took him three tries to get the key in the ignition to start the damn car.
They held hands on their silent ride home. When they pulled into the yard, Leah waited for him to walk around the car and help her out. He kissed her again and didn't try to hide his rock-hard erection. She ground her hips against him.
“You were great tonight,” she whispered.
“I wanted to kill that bastard.”
Her sly smile made his cock throb even harder. “You felt it, didn't you?”
“What?”
She kissed him, then whispered in his ear, “I'm Your slave. I belong to both of You but You finally want to claim me, don't You, Sir?”
He nodded. “Yeah.”
“I think Sir should take what's rightfully His to have.”
He closed his eyes and forced air into his lungs. “What are some of these other fantasies Kaden was talking about?”