The Silken Edge (Silken Edge 1) (11 page)

Thoughts of her mystery man in the hood ran through her head, but now she knew who the man was, and in her memory of the club she replaced Jake's face for the mask. “Oh, Jake,” she moaned, remembering her first time with Master Jay. The feel of his hand coming down on her ass with hard stinging slaps, the sound of his deep domineering voice, and the feel of something smooth on her skin.

Her breath hitched and she reached up pinching her nipple through her t-shirt. Unable to control her urges, she slid her hand in her panties and began to rub furiously. After the fastest orgasm she’d ever claimed, she sat back to calm herself feeling no relief.

“Oh, Jake. Why do I want you so badly?” She shook her head. “You’re so young, and that room—I’m trying to understand it all. Really I am.”

***

A week had gone by and things were trying to settle back to normal. Jake wasn’t as absent as he had been previously. Kristy remained on the schedule with Roy, though not by choice. She found she got more from her workouts with him anyway because she could concentrate better. Roy was a nice enough looking man, but not for her.

Going to work, working out, and attempting to sleep became her routine. Sleep was hard to come by. She would lie in bed every night and think about the sexy, dominating man across the hall from her and her arousal would spike. Masturbating became part of her bedtime ritual, but she never felt satisfied.

Sitting in her apartment after work on Friday afternoon, she phoned Sherry and they chatted a little more about BDSM and her confused feelings.

“It just feels wrong that I would enjoy something so kinky. It’s not sitting right with me.”

“Then, honey, maybe it truly isn’t for you. Did you ever think of that?”

“I went back a second time, to the club, and Stan hooked me up.”

The other end of the line went silent for a minute. “You did?”

She could hear the shock in her friend’s voice. “I did,” she breathed. Smiling she remembered feeling the two men at the same time.

“With Master Jay again?”

“Sort of.” Her smile spread wide.

“What do you mean?”

“I started off with Master Jonathan, and then Master Jay joined us.”

“That—that’s unusual. No, actually it’s unheard of, Master Jay only does solo scenes.”

“Oh?” Not anymore she thought, as a wicked grin pulled at her lips.

“Yeah.”

“Oh, well, I guess he was trying something new, and we weren’t in Room Ten. I had a private room this time.”

Apparently Jake told no one she knew of his identity, and Kristy wasn’t sure what to think of that. So she kept it to herself.

“So what did you think about Master Jonathan?”

“His style was different and exciting, but not nearly as stimulating as my first encounter. Not sure why though.” She figured she would throw something else out there and see if she could bait her friend. “Afterwards Jonathan and I went upstairs and we ran into Jake. The three of us hung out for a while.” She could hear the intake of air into her friend’s lungs over the phone, and almost giggled aloud.

“Oh, how was it?” she asked.

“Fine.” And that ended that conversation, so she knew Sherry wasn’t going to give up Master Jay’s true identity.
Interesting.

“Okay, Kristy, gotta go.
Dan made dinner and it’s ready. You know how I hate cold food.”

She laughed. “I do. Go enjoy.”

After hanging up, she saw the time and ran to get in her workout clothes.
I wonder what Roy has in store for me today. He mentioned mixing things up a little.

She went downstairs but Roy was on the phone. She caught his gaze and pointed to the treadmills letting him know her intention. He nodded. She got on the machine and started to walk and did the usual scan for Jake. She spotted him. He was talking to a woman who she never saw before. Obviously the woman just came from work because she wore dressy clothes; a blouse, pencil skirt and high heels. Kristy hated to admit it, but she found her an attractive young woman, and closer to Jake’s age than she was. Kristy’s gut clenched in jealousy. She turned up the speed and began a jog.

She continued to watch them laughing and enjoying each other’s company. Disappointment swelled in her chest. Clearly, he was giving the lady a tour of the place, and probably working his charm to get her to sign a contract, but it seemed more than that. They were touching one another affectionately and smiling a lot.
Perhaps, he knows her?

She turned up the speed to a full out run.

After a few minutes, her machine beeped to signal her warm-up over. She was panting and sweating more than a warm up should have warranted. Toweling off her face and neck she headed toward the front desk. Roy saw her coming, stood up, and gave a mischievous grin.

She approached the desk and looked up at all six foot two inches of him. “Roy, what are you up to?” she asked, with a suppressed smirk.

He leaned closer to her over the counter and in a low voice, said, “Gonna mix it up today darlin’.” Then without taking his eyes off her, he called, “Hey, Jake!”

Jake came out of the office with the attractive woman in tow. She had since changed into workout clothes, and joined them at the counter.

Roy winked at Kristy and turned his attention to Jake. “Hey, man. I totally screwed up a contract and need to get it straight before the close of business this evening. Can you take Miss White for me?”

Jakes face screwed up. “Miss White?”

“That’s me, Jake, I’m Miss White.” Kristy said, with a pointed expression.

“Oh, right. I’m sorry.” He gave Roy a look she wasn’t sure how to interpret. “Sure, I guess I can. I was going to get Roxi started on her workout.”

“It’s fine Jay, I’ve been around a gym or two.” Roxi leaned over and they kissed each other on the cheek exchanging a look before she walked off.

Jake once had his lips on her, and she craved the feel of them again. There was only one way she knew to make it happen, but would she be brave enough to go back to the club? Kristy felt uncomfortable with
Roxi's use of the name “Jay”, and the show of affection, did this woman know him as Master Jay? Or did she use Jay as a nickname for Jake? Either way, it didn’t sit well with her.

“I’ll talk to you later,” Jake said. His look toward R
oy was not a nice one. In fact, it looked a little on the menacing side, but Roy just grinned. Kristy conjured up images of Jake smacking a belt against his palm. Her insides knotted.

Jake went to get Kristy’s chart and then they walked slowly across the gym as he thumbed through her routine. “You’re moving along with this plan nicely. Good job.” He flashed a genuine smile in her direction.

“Thanks, Jake.”

They arrived at the first exercise on her list. Kristy was riddled with anxiety to see the thigh adduction machine. Kristy remembered seeing one upstairs in Jakes personal gym with restraints attached to it. She trembled at the thought of being strapped to it.

“Is this going to be awkward?” he asked her. “Do you want to reschedule with Roy?”

“Things are already awkward between us, Jake, but I don’t want to reschedule. I need to do this.” She moved toward the seat and slowly sat down. Putting her legs around the knee pads, she pulled the lever at her side, spreading her legs apart nice and wide. She felt her cheeks warm. He watched her with a guarded expression.

Someone approached Jake to ask him a question about weights. She was more than happy for the interruption. Maybe they’d talk long enough that she could finish before Jake could watch her again.

She closed her eyes to get the last set in. The weight had been increased on her last visit with Roy and it was difficult to get through. She felt a hand on her knee and her eyes popped open. Jake leaned in close, very close. “It looks like you are using your other leg more over this one. Try to keep them even.” He gently pressed the weaker of her two legs to help her in an effort to finish, keeping them at the same pace. He lifted his hand but didn’t step away from her. “That’s better,” he murmured.

She couldn’t bear to see him so close but when she closed her eyes again her imagination took her where she didn’t want to go. A groan escaped her throat and her eyes popped open. His gaze bore into hers.

“That was hard,” she said, and hoped he took the groan to be one of frustration and nothing more, even though it was something more. Definitely something more.

Each piece of equipment more challenging than the last, it was difficult to get through with his constant gaze on her, the way he moved around her and stood way too close. His gentle touches and soothing voice almost did her in. Her heart beat erratically. The gentle side of Jake was nothing like the firm hand of Master Jay, but just as exciting.

Trying to clear her head, she looked around the gym at other people. She gasped when she saw Roxi staring directly at her and Jake.
Oh shit.
She continued the rest of the evening seeking out Roxi, and found she was always watching.

When the workout ended, she felt relieved in one sense, but not at all in another. “Goodnight Jake. Thanks for the workout.” She smiled at him and practically ran away. Before she swung the door open to head upstairs, she saw Jake walk directly over to Roxi. They both lit up in smiles causing Kristy’s jealousy to spike once again.

Jake walked over and sat next to Roxi on an unoccupied piece of equipment. “That was the hardest fucking thing to get through.”

“But you did it.” She smiled up at him. “
You
have it bad. I have never seen you this way. It’s kinda fun to watch actually.”

“Fuck you.” He whispered, and she busted out in a fit of giggles. “I have to go, are you coming to the club later?”

“Yep, see you there.” She smiled.

He nodded and headed upstairs to get ready for the club. He wasn’t on the schedule, but asked to be listed as a standby for the night. He couldn’t possibly sit across the hall from Kristy after that sensual workout.
God she looks good on the equipment and so fucking sexy.
His dick needed release and needed it fast. He ran upstairs to a freezing cold shower.

He jumped in with his clothing still on. It did nothing to quell his raging hard on. He warmed the water, ripped his clothes off, soaped up his hand, and went to work tugging at his cock. It didn’t take long at all; all he had to do was picture Kristy strapped to the hip adduction machine next door. “Ahhhh.” He practically screamed and his hips jerked violently with his release. Calming from his self induced orgasm, he shook his head. “I do have it bad.” He pressed his forehead against the cool shower tiles.

When he left for the club, he noticed Kristy’s place was dark and quiet. Walking over to her door, he splayed his hand flat against it. “Sleep well, little one,” he whispered.

***

After her shower, Kristy decided against the usual masturbating ritual and decided she would call and see if Master Jay was working at the club tonight. She needed a BDSM fix, but couldn’t bear to see Jake again so soon.

Calling Stan she found out Master Jay was not scheduled to come in. She requested Jonathan for a short session, and asked that they both keep her visit discreet. He assured her it was standard protocol anyway. She didn’t want anyone to find out about her visit. Mainly Jake, but she knew Stan and Jonathan would understand. While she had Stan on the phone, she inquired about membership at the private club, and told him she was interested in joining.

Stan greeted her with a grin. “Welcome back. I have the membership contract and fees chart for you to look over. If it pleases you, sign it and return it to me before your scheduled session.” He handed her a large thick manila envelope.

Sitting at the bar, she eagerly read through everything, signed all the necessary paperwork, wrote a check, and returned it to Stan.

“Be right back with your receipt.” Stan gave her the usual, white wine. “As always, it’s on the house.”

He came back with her copy of the contract and a receipt for her payment. “Here ya go. Welcome to the club.” He winked and gave her his usual smile.
Such a sweet man.

“I know I’m a few minutes early, can I go down anyway?”

“Sure thing.” He winked and buzzed her in. "You'll be in Room Four."

Once behind the door and all alone, memories of her first visit with Master Jay flooded back. Her insides clenched and her nub tingled. Then, in her mind, the hooded masked man’s face morphed into Jake's. Anger washed over her like never before. She hurried down the stairs to Room Four.

Without even a knock she blew through the door. Jonathan sat in a chair with his feet up on a desk reading something. He jumped to his feet and focused in on her. “Shit, woman, you scared me!”

“I’m sorry, I’m just so…so angry.” She paced the floor, clenching her fists.

Jonathan sat upon the desk to watch her pace. “Still cute when you’re pissed, ya know.” He looked at his watch. “By the way, you’re early, but—”

She froze and turned her hard gaze onto him. He spoke no more.