Chapter 41
CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
After a week of daily visits, Sandra pronounced Jackson strong enough to go to the hospital for outpatient rehab three times a week. He was to continue his home exercises on the other days, and she had taught Paula how to help.
“Who said I was in a rush? I just like to get where I’m going, and there are so many idiots on the road. That guy back there was texting. You know as well as I do how dangerous distracted driving is.”
“Melda, you’re weaving in and out of traffic like someone trying to get through the pack at the Kansas Speedway. If you don’t slow down, you’re going to cause a wreck, and it won’t be just you involved. This will be one of those multi-car pileups that takes hours to sort out.”
“That’s ridiculous. I’ve been driving like this since I was sixteen and never had so much as a speeding ticket. If you don’t like it, you’re welcome to find alternative transportation.” She leaned on the horn again when the cars in front of her didn’t move with the green light.
At the hospital, Paula found a spot near the entrance and parked with a satisfied smirk, clearly pleased with herself for navigating the “moron-infested” streets.
She turned to Jackson with a softer expression than he’d seen during the entire drive.
Leaning over, she pressed a gentle kiss to his lips.
“Good luck, tough guy. I’ll be back in about an hour and a half after running a few errands.
” She squeezed his hand briefly before stepping out of the car, leaving Jackson to chuckle softly at the contrast between her sharp edges and tender moments.
Inside, a nurse led Jackson to the physical therapy room.
He took in the unfamiliar space with a mix of curiosity and dread.
Sandra greeted him with her usual bright smile, already adjusting the various machines and equipment.
As she walked him through the room and explained the different devices, Jackson couldn’t help but reflect that PT at the hospital wasn’t much better than at home—though at least the machines offered some variety.
Not that variety made the pain any more tolerable, especially with Sandra—his personal terrorist—pushing him every step of the way.
The way she presented herself at Club Indigo might have fooled him into believing she was a submissive, but here, she wielded control with the precision of a seasoned sadist. And now, with Paula assisting on his off days, Jackson was convinced he’d never escape their combined torture.
After what felt like hours of pushing his limits under Sandra’s watchful eye, she released him from his session.
His muscles protested every movement as he made his way back to the waiting area.
Paula arrived right on time, balancing a coffee in one hand and her car keys in the other, her usual brisk energy vibrating beneath the surface.
The drive home started uneventfully enough, but as soon as they hit traffic, Paula’s tension became palpable.
Jackson leaned back, silently cataloging every jerk of the wheel, every muttered curse, and every sharp intake of breath as she navigated the crowded streets with the precision of a seasoned cop and the impatience of someone barely holding it together.
By the time they pulled into the driveway, Jackson’s body might have been sore from PT, but his mind was focused on something else entirely.
He took stock of her appearance—frown lines on her forehead and mouth compressed in a thin line.
He did a quick self-assessment. His head had stopped hurting about ten days ago.
His leg was improving day by day. His cuts and bruises were healed.
His ribs could give him some trouble after exercising, but they felt all right now.
She needed a scene, and she needed discipline for her driving habits and her language.
“Melda, I want you to go to the bedroom, strip, and wait for me.”
Her face relaxed, and she lowered her shoulders. How had he not noticed she had had them near her ears? She was as tense as Legolas’ bow. After the punishment he’d planned, she would be soft and pliant.
He watched her walking away and started to prepare the scene in his mind. He would give her six minutes to follow his instructions. She would need about three of them to undress and kneel, and the rest of the time she could think about what was coming and build her anticipation and worry.
Bondage? Absolutely, but he could use the velcro straps he kept under the mattress. Check!
Toys? Vibrator, Womanizer, vibrating anal beads, and nipple clamps. Check! After collecting all he needed he headed slowly down the hall, happy with how his body cooperated with his desires.
Paula was kneeling on the rug beside the bed in the slave position Jackson had taught her. What was taking him so long? Had he changed his mind? She heard the door open and his footfall on the floor.
“You are an amazing woman and a beautiful submissive.” He halted next to her and stroked her hair in long soothing movements.
Paula sighed in relief.
“I want you on your back in the middle of the bed. Tonight, Melda, I’m going to use bondage and a lot of toys. Can you handle that?”
Paula swallowed as the questions bombarded her—what toys? Impact play? She fought them all down, but one. “Master, isn’t it too soon to play? Your ribs still ache after a PT session, and your leg isn’t healed completely.”
He chuckled. “As much as I like the way you keep an eye on my recovery, this is for me to decide. To reassure you, my ribs are fine, and my leg is getting stronger every day. Besides, I’m not going to do the strenuous exercise here tonight…” She filled in the rest of that sentence that trailed off.
Paula closed her eyes and leaned into his caresses. “Yes, Master.”
“Lie down on the bed, face up, my beloved Melda, arms to the side and legs spread.”
She rose and crawled on the bed.
“My beautiful woman, I’m going to punish you for the way you drive.
” He reached under the mattress and pulled out the first velcro restraint and bound her right arm.
His warm hand landed on her right ankle, adjusting her position and binding it next.
“In some ways, you are a very competent driver, but weaving in and out of traffic is a safety factor, and other drivers are not as able. They can’t react as fast as you, and they don’t have your training.
You must take that into account.” Her left ankle was next.
“You’re right about cell phones being distracting in traffic, and it is against the law to use them, but you’re not a traffic cop.
” He ended his round at her left arm and fastened the last cuff around her wrist. “You tried to force people to follow your rules. Today, I’m going to let you experience force. ”
She tensed. What was he planning?
“Today on the road, you cursed at seven people for their driving. You’re going to give me seven orgasms to atone for that.”
Orgasms? He was going to punish her with orgasms? Paula bit back a laugh.
Heat started to spread through Paula’s body as Jackson massaged her breasts and kissed her sensitive neck, his soft lips a contrast to the light stubble on his face. Paula tried to arch into his touch but was held back by the restraints.
Jackson moved down her body and blew air over her heated nipples. Her areolas pebbled, and her nipples puckered. She liked it when he played with her nipples, but he didn’t touch them, simply massaged the globes.
He continued downward. Oh good, finally, but instead of paying attention to her weeping pussy, he kissed and sucked down her leg, lingering at her knee and ankle.
Forced orgasms? Orgasm denial seemed more like it!
Paula couldn’t hold back a whimper as Jackson trailed kisses up her other leg and stopped at the good part to pepper kisses on her belly while stroking her inner thighs. If she could move a little, she could direct his touch where she wanted him, but he had done a fine job restraining her.
When he settled his mouth over the sensitive spot between her legs, it took all of three licks of his wicked tongue to have her go off like a bullet.
Jackson chuckled against her sex, sending vibrations over her contracting flesh and adding to the sensations. “That was one. My job is going to be very easy, I think.”
She couldn’t have commented on his statement if she wanted because at the same moment he drove his fingers into her slick entrance and massaged her G-spot, making all the muscles in her lower body go taut.
He flicked two fingers on the spot, and she swore she could feel the calluses on his trigger finger—it turned her on.
Jackson lowered his head and sucked on her clit in time with the rhythm of the fingers inside her, and she went over the edge again.
Her head collapsed against the pillow, and she wondered when she’d lifted it. She felt wonderfully limp and satiated.
Some punishment this was!
She opened her eyes to discover him hovering above her face, his lips close to hers.
He swept his tongue over her bottom lip, demanding entrance, and she parted her lips willingly.
He plunged in her mouth. He tasted tangy with her arousal and an underlying masculinity that was all Jackson.
Her nipples had softened with her orgasm but went back to hard and aching in seconds when he began playing with them.
Jackson ended the kiss and whispered, “Two.”
Something jingled, and it was the only warning she had before something tightened around her right nipple.
Her eyes flew open, and she was met with his beautiful blue and focused gaze.
The bite grew, and she pulled against the restraints.
A throbbing numbness seemed to have a heartbeat connection straight to her pussy.
Her left nipple received the same attention, and when that clamp was attached as well, Jackson said, “Look, Melda, how gorgeous you look with jewels.” He put a few pillows under her head so she could see.
“Someday, I want to pierce these beauties.” Her nipples had been adorned with clamps from which shiny little gems dangled.
Jackson toyed with the small weights, sending sizzles of pleasure through her.
She was ready to go again, but Jackson took his time playing with her breasts, her nipples, and the clamps before grabbing a big wand from the nightstand and laying it between her breasts.
He reached again and cold liquid drizzled on her hot core.
Lube? She bet she was drenched by now.
When Jackson picked up the powerful wand and it buzzed to life, she let that thought go. When he pressed the wand against her sensitized clit, all coherent thoughts left her brain, and this time she screamed with her orgasm.
Jackson gave her little time to come down from this third one.
Before she had her breathing under control, she felt more lube as he rimmed her asshole and pressed something round and small inside her.
It felt different from a butt plug, and she wondered what it was.
The muscles now used to the intrusion gave way easily, and she welcomed the sensation.
Then there was another one, a little bigger.
And another after that. What on earth was he doing to her?
She was almost accustomed to the feeling when the damn things came buzzing to life.
After the fifth orgasm, Paula couldn’t take it. “Please, Master. No more!” she begged.
“Ah, now you understand, even with something pleasant, being forced isn’t necessarily a good thing, is it? I’m sorry, Melda, but seven it is to complete your punishment.”
Was he really sorry? The gleam in his eyes suggested he was enjoying himself. Jackson paused, evidently waiting for her safeword. Even when driving home a lesson, he always checked her compliance.
“Green, Sir.”
Jackson held up a small device for her to see.
“You’re too sensitive now for direct stimulation, so the last two are going to be with this.
It creates suction rather than vibration, and I’ve been told the feeling is awesome.
” He smirked. “I don’t know if you’ll like it so much today.
” He held the device on her engorged clitoris, and it surprised her how soon she was excited again.
Within minutes, she came hard. She was completely exhausted and didn’t know how she could possibly have another orgasm.
But Jackson didn’t stop, didn’t give her an opportunity to catch her breath.
He moved the controls on the device to its highest setting.
Then the punishment was over. She must have passed out because the next thing she knew she was snuggled in Jackson’s arms.
When had he taken off the cuffs? And didn’t she have to have another orgasm?
“You’re back with me.” Jackson stated, and she lifted her head from his chest to look him in the eyes. With a tender gesture, he swiped the sweat-drenched hair off her face and smiled.
“Is it over?”
His chest vibrated as he chuckled against hers, reminding her of the nipple clamps. She looked down between them, and he followed her gaze.
“Those have been on long enough. Let me take them off.” He pushed her on her back, and she gasped when he removed the first one and blood rushed back.
Jackson bent his head and suckled softly on the stinging flesh.
She moaned and braced for the other one to come off when he moved his attention to her other breast. Paula felt ragdoll limp; she could barely move a muscle.
Jackson leaned over to the nightstand to grab a condom, and Paula moaned as Jackson pressed his covered cock between her swollen labia.
Unrelenting, he pushed forward until their pelvises touched and she could feel his balls against her buttocks.
He didn’t move, and she forced her eyes open. He grinned down at her.
Feeling smug, was he?
“Punishment is over, Melda. This one you are going to take for me.” Jackson pulled back and lunged forward again. To her utter bewilderment, her aching muscles started to tighten again as she gave herself over to the sensations of being taken by her Master.