Chapter 6
Aaron
I make a mental note to book Lucy with my other carer. Margaret will keep her at her house while I’m away. House sitters are never a wise choice when you’re doing kinky shit, like kidnapping women.
Once I close the door, Lucy gallops down the hallway to stand at the door to the kink utility room where I’ve caged Juniper.
“Lucy, come!”
When she refuses to obey, I go to her and pat her while she whines and sniffs the door. “I’m not great at training dogs, am I, girl?” The irony in that is I’m great at training women.
She looks at me then goes back to staring at the door.
I’m curious, so I open the door and watch her beeline for the cage. Juniper is already sitting up, with her legs to one side, peering defiantly from behind her tousled black hair.
The dog is getting a pat by the time I reach the cage—Juniper has wormed her hand through the wire. The woman ignores me.
“Cheeky. Both of you.”
Juniper whips a flippant glance to me then back to Lucy and her revolving thumping tail. She says cute stuff to the dog and has to duck back to avoid a kiss and a lick on her mouth. Am I jealous? A little.
Her crumpled skirt lies in a heap at the back of the cage—it wasn’t concealing her anyway.
She’s fully naked, her areolas standing out like pink targets, and she’s in my cage.
The whisper of compliments to my Labrador do nothing to stop me imagining Juniper in my bed.
I need intervention. It’s too early in the process to let her sleep with me.
I should have her out and hose her off then put her back in here.
So, that’s decided. I go to the long Huon pine cupboard, where I store all the gear, and open the twin doors the collars and leads hide behind.
Something simple.
I like to bring them down gradually. Once their will is broken, they lose much of their appeal.
When she looks up from smiling at Lucy and sees what I’m holding, a frown line cuts between her eyes. “You’re joking.”
Not even a question. This is going to be fun.
“Whatever I want of you.” I jiggle the collar. It’s a vibrant red, as was the rope. “We’re going to get you clean. Or cleaner. I can’t wash off the blood on your soul.”
She snorts. “Poetry? I have a feeling yours has more dirt.”
“If only I was free to say.” I use the key on the padlock and open the door.
Sighing, she crawls forward then stops halfway. “You know the flaw in your deal is if I say no, you only have one way to hurt me—hand me to the cops.”
She crawls fully out then tries to rise, but I put my hand on her head and wait for her to decide to stay put. Then I wrap the collar around her neck.
“Only one way?” I fasten the buckle, click the tiny padlock, then attach the leash.
“You have no idea what I can do to you. I’d keep you for a while before handing you over.
The ways of pain are many. If you think they’ll look at whip marks on you or a pierced pussy and go oh my and feel sad over your injuries after I show them the body and the drone footage, you are very mistaken. ”
I’m lying, of course.
The body will be ash on the wind soon.
My lies bring no reaction apart from her staring at me, likely taken aback by what I’ve detailed. She cannot know.
“You w—”
“I would. I really would. If you want to end this, say the word and I will, after I keep you for another month, or two. Or three.”
“That’s not the agreement.”
“Shucks. It was, actually. Think about it. You agreed to do anything I say. I said you could stop the agreement. Though I will fucking go talk to the police, straight away, if you run and get away.”
I run my hand through my hair, and I bet my eyes are glittering with evil.
I haven’t thought that part through either, until now. I am a right asshole. I was giving myself a pass, because I wanted to feel morally right? But this? This is the meanest kind of CNC.
The way she peeks up through that swaying fringe of hair that’s fallen over her face—it’s how prey must look to a predator. Fee fi fo fum? Being the big bad giant has always pulled me in.
She tries to shift away from me, but I stand on the end of the leash where I dropped it to the floor, and I draw a deep breath.
Fuck, just fuck. The curves of her while she’s on all fours. That luscious ass with my marks and little bruises. And I’ve only just finished taking her. My dick is hard as rock again. I should take some pics. And a few more, when I’m dicking her down, hard.
Not today though?
Not yet.
I’m not a fuck bunny.
When we go past the downstairs bathroom, the temptation to drag her in there so I can fuck her in the shower is difficult to resist. We do, eventually, end up in the courtyard, where I tie her to the water fountain while I unroll the hose.
Being metal and anchored to the ground, the head-high sapphic fountain, with the two nymphs entwined above the bowl, makes for a good hitching post.
I meant to wait longer, and I’m blaming Lucy for my haste.
The hose hisses as it uncoils behind me, and the slim windows of the upper story of the house look like the teeth of a monster. I’m in a mood, coming down from the high of messing with her.
Standing there, naked and clutching her arms about her, as if to hide her breasts, she twists her mouth at my approach and looks utterly edible.
“You’re lucky it’s a warm day.”
“You’re lucky I don’t kick you somewh—”
The spray of water hits her stomach, and she shrieks then glares balefully as I hose her down. A flock of cockatoos sweeps overhead, crying their raucous notes before they wheel away.
“Turn.” I indicate a circle with one finger. “Unless you’d like to keep my come?”
Which is when Lucy runs in and leaps at the spray of water and Juniper, staggering her. Her shriek turns to laughter. Even though red lines appear on her legs where Lucy’s nails scratched her, the woman is laughing.
“Jeez.” I shake my head.
I give in and detach the leash from the fountain so she doesn’t get hurt.
I hose the pair of them until the dog shakes herself, tongue lolling, then wanders off to chew on a toy.
Then I move in, grab the back of Juniper’s hair, and get her to kneel.
I hose her down at close range, and the spray goes everywhere so that she ducks her face, shielding it with her hands.
I’m as soaked as she is by the end, but there is a strange sort of pleasure about doing this, up close and personal, that isn’t my normal. She stands up, dripping but wearing this wry smile, like she’s giving me some sort of challenge.
Trails of water shine on her body as they dribble down her belly, breast, and thighs.
Droplets hang from her nipples before falling to the paving stones.
She shifts her feet. Although breathing hard from the cold hosing and the tussle with Lucy, Juniper stands with her arms by her side, her fingers curled and relaxed.
The sounds around us seem to lessen.
Casually, because I own her, I cup her breast, caressing and weighing it, and she follows my hand with her gaze. When I brush my thumb over the nipple her smile wavers and vanishes, and though I firm my grip so she can’t back away, it doesn’t seem as if she plans to.
I don’t tend to kiss my submissives, much, it’s a danger, a weakness. It gives away too much of me. Self-containment and some shielding are necessary in today’s world.
Statistically, I know this is true. People will always betray you when it becomes a matter of you or them.
Yet I slowly haul her in, using the leash and my hold on her breast.
She takes an awkward step. My height means she must tilt her head if she wants to keep track of my intentions.
“Stay still,” I murmur as I lower my head, pausing with the smallest distance left between our mouths. Our lips feather over each other, and I feel her warm sigh.
And then, full contact. Her mouth gives softly as I turn this into a kiss, and she almost…moans.
When she parts her lips, god, I need more. With my arm around her back, I drag her closer, pushing in my tongue as she gives way.
The kiss isn’t vicious—no bites, no grinding of my mouth on hers. Only the muted sounds of skin on skin and hurried, faltering breaths. Quiet desire is enough, for me, for once.
When I draw away, she seems stunned for all of a second before she frowns.
“Let’s go.” I spin her around, smack her ass, and direct her to start walking. She saunters, hips swaying, a little ahead of me, as if nothing much has happened. Is that defiance? As if she is not in my house, naked, and doing whatever I tell her to.
The ass view is worth it. I grab the leash that trails behind her, and head for the door that leads to the stairway on the opposite wing of the house. My bedroom is on the second story with its view over the beach and the roll of roaring waves.
After throwing her a towel to dry down with, and letting her use the toilet, I shackle one of her wrists to the anchor point on the headboard of my king-size bed.
She wriggles up to the top and sits there.
I can see she’s fascinated by the view through the wall of glass doors that overlook the broad expanse of beach.
Though the doors are closed, the cries of seagulls carry into the room.
The smirk she gives me as I walk away makes me pause. Hands on hips, I regard this woman we’ve dominated and fucked.
Irritating?
I return to her, cuff both hands to the anchor point with a chain between them, then rummage in the bedside drawer for my big diamante-ended ass plug.
Her gulp as I show it to her, then her squeak as I yank her down the bed, fills that dark space in my heart, and my balls. I definitely have evil balls.
With her sprawled flat on her stomach, I lean on her back to pin her to the quilt, then kneel between her legs.
“Don’t you dare!”
“Want to be gagged again? Stay the fuck down!”
Her hmph makes me grin, but she submits to me squirting lube on her asshole, only wriggling a little as I introduce my finger. I might dislike her insolence but doing this, fucking about with her body to make her obey, fixes everything.
“Ready? You need to relax.”