Chapter 6
Chapter Six
“E lias?”
Jayne pounded on the door. For good measure, she pressed the doorbell button several times. When he didn’t answer, she started knocking again. His car was in the driveway.
“Dammit, Elias! I know you’re here. I’m not leaving until you open this damn door.” It was a bold taunt, but her temper had officially blown a gasket tonight, and she didn’t expect to calm down for a long time.
She’d woken up alone in her bedroom two weeks ago. It had annoyed her that he’d left, that he’d called their game to a halt early, but she told herself it was for the best. She’d been in serious danger of falling too hard, too fast. She’d watched her mother slowly disappear over the years until she was a shadow of her former self. Jayne read the psychology books. She knew how often children repeated the patterns established by their parents.
So, she’d made her decision, realizing he’d been right to walk away. She needed to let life return to normal.
Only, her normal sucked. She couldn’t sleep or eat or do anything without fucking it up. She was distracted and irritable. She was also currently running on empty and not thinking entirely rationally. Her friends had tried to console her, thinking things between she and Elias hadn’t worked out. She didn’t have the courage to tell them he’d offered her the moon on a silver platter and she’d refused it.
She tried to convince herself it was smart to break things off, so she didn’t try to contact him. After a few days went by and Elias didn’t call, she hung in there, consoling herself with the fact that she’d see him Thursday. He’d claim his same chair in the corner, she’d serve his a glass of Scotch, and somehow—please God—somehow she’d find a way to return them to their old, comfortable friendship.
Only he didn’t show the previous Thursday, or the next. Tonight was also the second Saturday he’d skipped.
And she’d snapped.
She couldn’t deal with this. With what he wanted. Why couldn’t he see that? Why had he changed the status quo? Her frustration built and she kicked his door. Hard. “Ouch! Fuck!”
She jumped over to the porch railing, cursing her sore foot on the way. It figured Elias would choose that exact moment to open the door. She was hopping around like an injured bunny.
Of course, he looked worse. He looked like hell.
“Jayne? What are you doing here?”
Her face was hot, no doubt blazing red, but this time she wasn’t feeling embarrassed or shy. She was pissed off.
“It’s Saturday.” The words came out loud and angry. As far as openings went, hers sucked, but it was the one fact she couldn’t let go of. It was Saturday, and he hadn’t come. Again.
Elias seemed to understand. “I know.” His gaze drifted to where she still stood on one leg, massaging her aching toes. “Is your foot okay?”
She slowly let it drop, gingerly placing weight on it. She hadn’t broken it. More likely she’d just bruised her toes. And her pride. “It’s fine. You haven’t been coming to Books and Brew,” she accused.
“I told you when I left that I wouldn’t.”
“I want you to come back.”
He shook his head. “No. I can’t go into that bar and see you week after week without touching you. I endured three years of that hell. I’m not doing that anymore.”
“So this is it? It’s all or nothing?”
His grim smile confirmed it was.
It didn’t appear Elias had fared any better than her the past couple of weeks. His jaw was covered with several days’ worth of beard. His hair was mussed, his eyes underlined with dark circles that indicated his sleep hadn’t been restful.
Worst of all was his clothing. He wore loose-fitting jeans that looked as if they should have been pitched years ago. His college T-shirt was faded from about seventy washes too many, and his feet were bare.
“You look like shit.”
He laughed, the sound of it doing funny things to her stomach. “Thanks. Fairly cruel comment, considering how gorgeous you look tonight. If I’d known you were coming, I would have shaved, found some clean clothes.”
She ran her hand through her hair nervously. When she’d decided to drive to his house to confront him, she’d run home to shower, fix her hair and put on makeup in an attempt to hide how much his leaving had hurt. Prior to that, she’d looked every bit as rough as he did.
Silence surrounded them as he waited.
Then his patience wavered. “Why are you here?”
“I miss you.”
He smiled kindly. “It’s only been two weeks, Blue Eyes.”
The term of endearment shook her. “I’m scared.”
“Of what?”
She gestured to him, then herself. “This. I didn’t expect it to be so powerful, so overwhelming.” She pulled her jacket around herself when the chilly breeze picked up.
“Come inside,” Elias said. “I think it’s time you faced a few truths about yourself.”
She walked into his house, grateful for the immediate warmth. It was a damn cold night. He led her to his living room and she claimed a spot on the couch, hoping he’d join her. The distance between them—physically and emotionally—was wearing her out.
Unfortunately, Elias sat down in the armchair across from her. “Tell me what you’re afraid of. I know you’re harboring some preconceived notion that I’m going to suddenly turn into your father. I’m not sure how I can convince you that won’t happen.”
She bit her lip, glancing down at the floor. “That was never the concern.”
He tilted his head. “What?”
“I’m not afraid you’ll turn into my father. I know you better than that. You’ve never treated me as anything less than an equal. You respect my opinions. You even seek them out. You listen to me. No one’s ever encouraged me to speak my mind more than you. I know you’d never play the my-way-or-the-highway card with me.”
“Then what’s wrong?”
“I’m terrified that I’ll turn into my mother . I’ve never submitted to anyone sexually before.”
He nodded. “I know that. But, Jayne, you enjoy it. You can’t fake that. You’re a natural submissive.”
“You’re right. I am. But what if it goes deeper than that?”
He studied her face. “Meaning?”
“What if I can’t turn it off? What if I give in to my submissive nature and it takes over?”
“You want to be a full-time slave?”
Jayne shook her head. “Hell no. I couldn’t do that.”
“Good. I don’t want that either. But you’re right. You’ve been holding back.”
She couldn’t deny it. He didn’t even pose it as a question. But she knew his secret too. “So have you.”
He frowned. “I suppose I have. I haven’t even scratched the surface on all the ways I want to take you, Jayne. So I’ll rescind my previous decision. The game will continue. One more night. Tonight. Both of us release the restraints and give in to our true natures.”
Panic attacked. Elias must have noticed because he stood quickly, dropping to his knees before her. He took her hands in his.
“I promise I won’t let you disappear. Give in to what you want, who you are, and I swear to you, tomorrow you’ll still be here. The same beautiful Jayne.”
She didn’t reply immediately. She wanted to give in but fear tugged. Jayne recalled his comment. It was all or nothing. If she walked away from him tonight, she’d lose him forever.
She wasn’t willing to make that sacrifice.
“Okay.”
Elias rose; his expression darkened, taking on that stern mask that made her panties go wet. Then she realized…it wasn’t a mask. He was giving her everything—the real Elias.
“You need to know how dark my desires run.”
She was finished hiding. “Show me.”
Elias gripped her upper arm, leading her to the hallway. She began to turn toward the bedroom, but he stopped her.
“This way.”
He opened a door she hadn’t noticed when she’d been there previously. Slowing his pace, he used his firm grasp on her arm to support her as they descended the stairs into the basement. She wondered why he didn’t turn on a light.
When they reached the bottom, he paused. “Last chance, Jayne. If you stay, I expect you to give me everything. No holding back.”
It sounded ominous. Wonderful. “I won’t.”
“Tonight, you’re mine.”
Jayne had never heard three sweeter words.
“What’s your safe word?”
She licked her lips, her arousal building. “Scotch.”
“Don’t forget it.”
Lights flooded the basement, temporarily blinding her. She was facing him, her back to the room, but she didn’t have time to take in anything before he issued an order.
“Strip.”
She started to turn but he cupped her cheeks. “Look at me while you do it.”
Her hands flew to her coat, then her shirt. She kept her eyes on his face, equal parts terrified and excited about what the room held. She’d read about dungeons and could only begin to imagine what sorts of things Elias’s basement held.
Once she was completely naked, she dropped her arms to her sides and awaited his next command. Elias stepped closer, and she saw so many wonderful emotions written on his face. He looked hopeful and loving. Determined. Hungry.
She’d never loved him more.
As he stepped up to her, he gently stroked her face, down her neck. Then he bent to kiss her. “My beautiful, brave woman,” he murmured. “You’re not allowed to touch me. Break that rule and I’ll bind your hands. You can touch anything else in this room. Understand?”
She nodded.
He tilted his head and waited.
“Yes, sir.”
He ran his fingers through her hair. “Turn around.”
Jayne obeyed—then stood still for a moment, trying to school her features. The act was futile. Elias probably expected her to be afraid, but curiosity and arousal took over.
“Oh my God.”
He frowned, misunderstanding her tone. “Jayne?—”
“Wow.” She slowly began to walk around the huge space, trying to take in everything. A large St. Andrew’s Cross stood against one wall. When she stopped in front of it, Elias stepped behind her and pushed her forward until she was pressed against the cool surface. He lifted her arms, holding them against the top posts.
“Leave your hands there.”
She wasn’t bound to the structure by anything more than his command. It was enough.
“There will be times when I’ll chain you like this. I’ll push you against the cross, strapping you tightly to that cold padding.” As he spoke, his hands lightly caressed her back, her hips, her legs. “You’ll be spread out, helpless. I’ll spank you, flog you, tease you with toys.”
Jayne swallowed heavily, wondering if she could convince him to do it all right now. She didn’t have a chance to ask. Elias twisted her until her back was pressed to the cross. Again he lifted her arms but left her unrestrained.
“Other times you’ll be tied like this, facing the room, able to see everything I’m going to do to you.”
She shivered, needing his heat. “Do it now.”
He chuckled. “You want what I’m offering?”
She nodded.
“Would I be taking it from you, forcing it on you? Or would it be your choice?”
She understood what he was asking. “I would choose it.”
“Does that make you weak?”
“No,” she whispered.
He took her arm and they walked to another piece of furniture nearby. “Can you guess what this is?”
She recognized it from one of her countless Internet searches. She’d read everything she could get her hands on since embarking on her affair with Elias. “A spanking bench.”
He squeezed her hand gently. “Something tells me we’re going to get a lot of use out of that.”
She laughed, recognizing his words as the truth. She still had to learn about being a submissive. Of course, she didn’t want to get too good at it. She’d never want to miss the fun that device promised.
“Try it out. I want to confirm something.”
Jayne bit her lip. She’d been busted.
“I know you have the plug in, Jayne. I can tell by the way you’re walking. Bend over the bench and let me see it.”
While his words thrilled her, she was worried about his response when he realized what she’d done.
She knelt on a low cushioned step then waited, uncertain what to do next. Elias placed his hand on her head, pressing gently, directing her to lean forward over the upper part of the bench until her abdomen and head were supported, her ass high, exposed. She didn’t turn around to see his face. Instead, she closed her eyes.
“What the—” His hand landed on her ass. She jerked at the gentle touch. Her body had been primed and ready to receive a spanking.
“This isn’t the plug I gave you.”
“No,” she confessed, refusing to look up. “That one was smaller. I thought?—”
“I know what you thought.” His voice was deep, angry. She was surprised when he knelt by her head. “Look at me, Jayne.”
She twisted her head to face him.
“There are some decisions that won’t be yours to make. Do you know why?”
“When I give myself to you, when I pledge to be your submissive, my pleasure becomes your responsibility. I’m entrusting that to you.”
“That’s right. Does that make you weak?”
She shook her head.
“That plug is too big and you’ve left it in for too long. I can tell you’re suffering. The only reason I’m not punishing you is because you said when , not if , you become my submissive.”
“Will you take it out?”
“Yes.”
He stood, stepping behind her. She closed her eyes, sighing happily when his hand gently caressed her ass for a few moments before grasping the base.
She struggled to fill her lungs with air as he pulled the plug out. It had hurt like hell going in, but she’d persevered, determined to prove to Elias she could make her own decisions, determine her own course. She’d been a fool.
Once the toy was removed, he reached down, gripping her arm and pulling her up. Disappointment wafted through her. She opened her mouth to beg him to take her, but he raised one finger and pointed it at her.
“Don’t say a word. It’s taking every ounce of strength in my body not to spank your ass for doing that to yourself. Never again, Jayne. Swear it.”
“I promise. I shouldn’t have done that.”
Elias stood quiet for several moments. She watched him steady his breathing, pull his emotions back under control. His care touched her so deeply, a lump formed in her throat. She felt guilty for causing him such anguish.
Finally, Elias took her hand and led her farther into the room. There was a large table covered with a thick leather pad. Elias followed her line of vision. “That’s a bondage table.” Then he pointed to a bench nearby. “And that’s an exposer bench. The names pretty much say it all.”
Jayne ran her hand along the leather-covered table, then she ventured to the exposer bench, imagining all the ways Elias would restrain her there. He stepped closer, taking her wrists and pulling them behind her back. He held them, letting her feel the loss of her freedom.
“There’s a bench like this at a sex club I belong to. Would you let me tie you to that one?”
She nodded.
“I want to show you off. Let the other Doms see and admire my beautiful submissive. Let them touch you, pleasure you.”
Jayne could barely catch her breath. Elias wrapped his free arm around her, pinching her nipple. He was driving her to the brink with nothing more than words, promises and light touches. He tightened his grip on her wrists as his pinches grew rougher.
“You want other men to touch you while I watch?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Does that make you weak?”
Tears formed at the corners of her eyes as his words finally began to sink in. Elias would give her everything she’d ever dreamed of, take her places she’d never hoped to see. But he’d never take away her right to choose, never take something she wasn’t willing to give.
She shook off his grasp and turned. He was there, waiting for her with open arms. He embraced her. “Do you understand now?”
“Yes.”
He held her for several moments and then, in true Elias form, he found a way to ease the heavy moment with humor. “You haven’t run from the room screaming. Yet. So, I think I’ll push my luck.” He directed her to the back wall and the large shelf hanging there. “I made this myself.” He ran his hand over the wood. It was beautiful, but her gaze was captured by the huge array of floggers, whips and crops it contained. Jayne slowly studied the contents, trying to imagine the feeling each instrument would produce on her skin.
“Jayne?”
“You’re not getting rid of me that easy.”
He kissed the top of her head. “Good girl. Then let’s see the rest.”
She let him lead her to the final area in the room. Against the fourth wall was the biggest bed she’d ever seen. Velcro straps dangled from all four bedposts, and a long table next to it was neatly arranged with candles, dildos, butt plugs, blindfolds, clamps and vibrators.
“Holy crap. Sex party central.”
He cupped her face. “I can’t wait any longer, Jayne. I need you.”
“I’m tired of fighting this, Elias. I love you. I want to be with you. No more games.”
An amazing transformation took place in Elias. The comfortable friend and the sexy Dom came together as he looked at her with love, lust, awe. He took her breath away.
He placed his hand on her back and led her to the center of the room. Her gaze landed upon a large hook with manacles that hung from the ceiling. There were eyehooks screwed into the floor beneath, several feet apart.
He walked toward the shelf of whips, searching. Picking up the riding crop, he came back to her. He paused, giving her a chance to respond.
“I want this. I choose it.”
“Jayne. You shatter me.”
She understood the sentiment. She felt the same way. Time stood still as they faced each other.
Elias saw everything he’d ever wanted when he looked into Jayne’s sky-blue eyes. He tossed the crop to the bed behind him then lifted her hands above her head, snapping the leather manacles in place. The position pushed her breasts up and out. Elias couldn’t resist. Bending his head, he sucked one tight nipple into his mouth while he pinched the other.
Jayne groaned, pressing against him, seeking more of his attentions. She still had too much freedom.
He pulled away and she started to protest. He placed a finger against her lip and shook his head. “You’re not to speak unless asked a direct question.”
She opened her mouth, and he wondered if she’d break the rule so quickly. Despite her innate submissive tendencies, Jayne had a long way to go in terms of embracing that part of her nature. He didn’t care. They had all the time in the world now. He’d teach her.
He walked to the table by the bed and retrieved another set of manacles. While he was there, he covertly slipped a few more things in his pocket.
Kneeling, he pulled one ankle over to an eyehook in the floor, securing her foot there. Then he repeated the procedure with her other leg, until she was spread-eagle.
He’d kept enough slack in the chain that she could stand flat on her feet. One night, he’d put her in heels, tighten the chains and let her experience this same bondage on her toes.
“Are you okay?”
She nodded, her eyes beginning to glaze. He’d touched her constantly throughout the tour of his dungeon. He knew her arousal had been building steadily since they’d entered the room.
“Answer me, Jayne.”
“Yes, sir. I’m fine.”
While he’d never been much for titles, he loved it when Jayne called him sir.
“Don’t move.”
He chuckled when she rolled her eyes, then he walked to the stairs. He’d recently made some renovations to the basement, and he was dying to try them out. He hit the light switch, momentarily plunging them into darkness. Jayne’s chains rattled slightly, but she didn’t call out or question him. Then he hit the dimmer switch and twisted it.
He adjusted the brightness until he had the spotlight hanging above Jayne’s head just right. She was the star of tonight’s show. She glanced up at the bright light, then around at the room. With all the light focused on her, the rest of the room was hidden from her view.
He’d never seen a more breathtaking sight.
Elias remained at the edge of the darkness, still hidden in shadow.
“You look stunning. My own captive star, standing alone in the spotlight.”
Her body began to tremble, but Elias didn’t see fear in her eyes. Regardless, he said, “Safe word.”
“No.”
The answer was instant, strong.
Elias stepped into the light. Unable to resist, he kissed her, then drifted lower, his lips finding her nipples once more. He continued to tease the sensitive flesh with nips and hard sucks until her nipples were distended, large.
Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out nipple clamps and a short chain. Jayne sucked in a deep breath as he attached the clamps. Once they were in place, he hooked the small chain to them and tugged lightly.
Jayne groaned, her eyes drifting closed.
“Eyes open,” he snapped. “I don’t want you to miss any of this.”
She opened her mouth to respond and he waited. He’d become addicted to her pleas, but he’d issued an order. Jayne must’ve read his thoughts as she closed her mouth and remained silent.
Elias ran his hand along the slit between her legs. She was soaking wet, juices shining on the tops of her thighs. She was incredible.
“How do you feel?”
“Hot, horny. I think I’m going to explode.”
He smiled and rewarded her honesty, plunging two fingers inside her weeping cunt. She hissed and jerked, her pussy clenching instantly.
He drove inside her a half-dozen times then retreated. She was too close, and he refused to see this end so soon.
Jayne bit her lip to stop her protest. He kissed her cheek and whispered, “Good girl,” letting her know he recognized the restraint.
Circling her body, Elias stopped when he was behind her. He gripped her ass cheeks in his hands and squeezed. He loved her ass. He ran his finger through the crack until he found her anus. It was still slick from the lubrication she’d used to insert the plug.
The remaining gel made it very easy for him to push two of his fingers inside.
He leaned closer as he pressed in and out of the tight hole to whisper in her ear. “I’m going to fuck you here tonight.”
“Yes, please,” she murmured.
Elias removed his fingers despite Jayne’s attempts to keep them in. “That wasn’t a question, Jayne.”
He crossed in front of her again and knew she recognized her mistake. Elias retrieved the crop from the bed, tapping it softly against his palm.
Jayne didn’t flinch or fight her bondage. Instead, his courageous woman lifted her chin and held his gaze.
He extended the crop, dragging the tip of it around her breasts, down her stomach and along her thighs. Jayne tensed but didn’t shrink away. He stroked her sensitive skin with the crop, drawing patterns.
Moving to her back, he continued to fondle her with just the tip. On her ass, he spelled out his name. He knew the moment she realized what he was doing. She released a quick, quiet laugh.
“Marking your territory?”
“You’re mine, Jayne.”
“Always.”
He lifted the crop and swung. Just once. He placed a sharp, stinging blow against the fleshiest part of her bottom.
Jayne released a loud cry, but not of pain. Her body jerked forward, and he instantly recognized the response for what it was. She was about to come.
Jesus.
“No!” His demand was loud in the quiet room. Three more times he hit her with the crop, Jayne crying out in pleasure after each blow.
He drove two fingers inside her pussy and she quivered, clearly losing control of her body’s reactions.
“I said no.”
He withdrew his fingers, then hastily returned to the switches at the stairs, turning on a different light—the one over the bed—while dimming Jayne’s spotlight.
She was gasping, trying not to give in to the inevitable.
Elias worked fast, removing her restraints and the clamps while trying not to touch her too much. She was in pain, fighting hard.
Once she was free, she collapsed, but he was there to catch her. Carrying her to the bed, Elias freed his cock from his pants, ending his own purgatory. He slammed inside her as Jayne lost the battle.
She came loudly, thrashing madly beneath him. Elias struggled to contain her, to remain still. It was too much.
He held her face in his hands, tightening his grip as he began driving inside her.
Jayne’s nails raked his back, but he welcomed the pain of her scratches. Her aggression fueled his own as he fucked her harder. He’d never taken a woman so roughly, but Jayne didn’t resist.
Instead, she urged him on. Her legs tightened around his waist as she lifted her hips to his intense blows.
“More,” she demanded. Her first orgasm had waned, the second building steam. Her hands found his hair, yanking it hard enough to pull more than a few strands out.
Elias retreated from her body and flipped her onto her stomach. Jayne tried to lift up, her hand seeking his cock and a way to pull him back into her body.
He fought to capture her wrists, tightly pressing them together. Reaching toward the bedside table, he found handcuffs. Snapping them into place, he pushed her face to the mattress when she rose up, yelling at him to take her again.
Control was overrated. Elias had spent most of his life fighting to maintain power over his lovers, his own needs. He didn’t want it now. The animal lurking beneath his skin was finished hiding in the background.
He placed three hard smacks against Jayne’s ass, thinking it would ground her, calm her down. He’d been a fool.
“Harder,” she demanded.
He gave in to her wish, spanking until her ass flushed red. It didn’t dim her desire to be fucked at all. If anything, she was wilder than before.
Elias grabbed lubrication, placed the nozzle against her anus and squeezed. Tossing the tube aside, he worked the gel in with two fingers, then three. Unable to hold back any longer, he pressed his dick inside her ass.
Jayne stilled for a moment. Finally, he’d found a way to tame the wildcat. Unfortunately, the reins of his own control had slipped from his grasp.
Once he was fully lodged, he paused for a split second.
“Jayne?”
“Do it.”
The choice. He understood why she’d been afraid of losing herself, giving up her freedom to him. Silly woman didn’t realize the power had always been in her hands. It always would be. Because there was quite simply nothing he wouldn’t give her if she asked.
She was his life. His love. His Jayne.
He found his rhythm again, driving into her ass until he saw stars behind his closed eyelids.
“Fuck.” He couldn’t hold off any longer. Reaching around her waist, he found her clit and stroked. It was as if he’d pressed the trigger of a gun. Jayne’s back arched as she came and he followed her into the abyss.
Jayne lay still beneath him when he finally found the strength to pull away and release her from the cuffs. He dropped down on the mattress next to her and studied the peacefulness on her face. Her hair was matted to her forehead, her skin flushed, gleaming with sweat. She’d never looked lovelier.
Soon, he’d have to rouse her and drag her to the shower. Then he’d take her upstairs to his bedroom.
After several moments, Jayne’s eyes drifted open. “God. Did I pass out again?”
He grinned. “Just call me Stud.”
She laughed breathlessly. “I’ll call you anything you want. Sir. Master. Elias. Anything.”
Elias brushed her hair away from her face, touched by her generous offer. “I love you, Jayne.”
A tear formed in the corner of her eye. “I love you too.”
Elias tugged her beneath him, caging her body as he kissed her. He clasped her face between his hands. “Tell me what you want. Your choice.”
Jayne wrapped her arms around his shoulders and her legs around his waist.
“I want you to carry me to the shower, and then I want to make love in your bed, Elias.”
“As you wish.”