Chapter 11
CHAPTER 11
Jazz
Come out come out wherever you are. Little Miss Jazz continues to try to hide thinking we will let her. What do you say, folks… should we expose her? Maybe we will offer a reward for anyone who reports on her whereabouts. You know where to find me!
Jazz took a deep breath as Michael assisted her to a standing position. She felt calm for the first time since she’d been accosted at the press conference. It was funny that she was finally calm when Michael was getting ready to take a whip to her backside. Maybe this was exactly what she needed but had never really known it.
Michael took his time bringing each arm up and attaching her wrists to the cross using the attached cuffs. His gentleness in the act touched her heart and reminded her all over again why she’d fallen in love with him in the first place.
Once she was secure, Michael rubbed his hands down her back and stepped away, leaving her feeling the cold air across her naked body. She closed her eyes and leaned her forehead against the cross, counting her breaths as she waited for the first strike to make contact.
Though Michael had never taken the whip to her, this would not be the first time Jazz had been on the receiving end of a single tail. Michael was not a sadist, choosing to be more of a playful Dom, so she’d always accepted their relationship for what it was from day one.
However, there was a time after she left home when she didn’t believe in using her safe word. It didn’t matter what the top wanted to do with or to her, she would let them, and there were times when Jamie had to pull her out of a situation or two that could have turned dangerous if he hadn’t been there to look out for her.
As she waited, Jazz couldn’t help but remember the feeling and wonder what it would be like to have Michael be the one to use the whip on her. She heard the slight hiss through the air before feeling the sting of the first strike across her right cheek and immediately the same on her left. It was obvious that he was being careful because these were very light and would likely only leave the slightest of marks.
She remained silent, not giving anything away. Her past in the scene was yet again something she hadn’t shared with him. It wasn’t a deliberate choice on her part. It was more that she figured she was a different person when she was with Michael, or maybe she wanted to be. Of course, she had to have known her past would always find her in the end.
Strike three and four were slightly harder and with them, she jerked against her restraints. It wasn’t quite painful, but it definitely had a sting enough to make her want more.
“Well, your reaction to the whip is nothing like I thought it would be. Very interesting indeed,” he murmured more to himself than to her. “I wonder what you will do if I add just a little more pressure behind my swing.”
Pops five and six came in quick succession to the right and left, but this time were harder just as he’d said he would do and were lower where her legs and ass met. She couldn’t hold back the sound that came out, but it wasn’t a cry; it was a moan that escaped her lips with the pain.
She’d forgotten how much she liked a bite of pain that came with the promise of pleasure to come. Maybe he’d been holding back with her as much as she’d been with him.
He remained silent; she knew when the next swing was coming. She heard the swish through the air and instinctively knew that it was going to hurt. Even expecting it, she was in no way prepared for what she felt when the whip came in contact with her right cheek.
She didn’t have time to contemplate what she was feeling before it happened again, this time to the left. First the pain was unbearable, but almost immediately it was replaced by the feeling of flying.
Her legs started to give out, but Michael was there in seconds releasing her arms from their restraints and pulling her into his arms. “Leave it to you to constantly surprise me,” he whispered as he nuzzled her neck.
Jazz glanced up to see Michael was carrying her to one of the many loveseats that were lined up against the wall. Where the room had been empty before they started, now there were Doms and subs scattered around the Dungeon, but none of them mattered to her. All that she cared about was the man whose arms she was in.
Once they were sitting, she buried her face in Michael’s neck and breathed him in. She could feel his pulse racing against her skin. “Excuse me, Sir. I brought you a blanket. Is there anything else you would need for you or your sub?” Jazz heard a female’s voice ask, but she didn’t have the energy to raise her head to look at the speaker.
“Yes, please. If you could bring two bottles of water and a chocolate bar, please, I would really appreciate it.”
Jazz attempted to adjust herself in Michael’s lap, but immediately regretted it. She may have enjoyed herself while in the midst of the scene, but once it was finished and she started to come down from the high she was flying on, she felt the pain when her skin slid on Michael’s muscular legs. She was definitely going to have marks to show for what he did.
“Here, my Pixie, I want you to sit up and take a sip of water.” She really didn’t want to sit up. She just wanted to stay snuggled in right where she was. She laid there for a minute considering what he might do if she didn’t move, but she’d caused enough trouble today, so with his help, she sat up on his lap feeling the warmth of her ass against his legs.
She reached up to take the bottle with a straw sticking out of it, but he didn’t hand it off, instead bringing it to her lips and holding it there. “Let me take care of you. That scene was pretty intense, and I need it.” She realized that this aftercare was as much for him as it was for her, so she sipped slowly through the straw. It was amazing how wonderful the cold water felt in her dry mouth.
“That’s it, my sweet girl. Now, how about some sweets?” He pulled away the water, and after setting it on the table beside him, pulled out a bar of Hershey’s plain chocolate which he’d somehow already opened. What magic was this?
When he placed the square of goodness on her tongue, she let it melt in her mouth, and moaned at the pleasure it brought. Of all the candy goodness in the world, plain Hershey’s was her favorite, and she especially loved it when she was cuddled on Michael’s lap after a play session.
Michael continued to alternately feed her the decadent chocolate with sips of water until they were both gone, then he wrapped her in the blanket as she laid her head on his chest and allowed sleep to take her.
Michael sat watching the Dungeon fill with Doms and their subs making use of the available equipment while his Pixie slept cuddled on his lap. He’d gone into this scene with trepidation not knowing how she would handle the single tail as he’d never wanted to take things too far with her. He couldn’t have imagined that she would fly under its crack, and even want more.
Even though it had not been a part of their lives, it had become obvious to him that she was not a stranger to the heavier impact play, and he couldn’t help but wonder why she’d never shared that part of herself with him. Did she think he couldn’t handle it? It was certainly something they would need to speak about when she was more alert this evening.
“Well, that was certainly a sight to behold.” Derek approached, drawing Michael from his thoughts. “Your sub took her punishment beautifully.”
“Thank you. And she will offer her apologies to you when she is awake.” Then he would take her somewhere on the property where they could be alone and talk.
“Of course. And remember, it is over now. No need to let it linger.” He turned and walked away, nothing more needing to be said.
Michael couldn’t help but think that Master Derek was an interesting guy, and what he’d built out here in Montana really was its own type of paradise if you liked clear blue sky free of smog and land as far as the eye could see.
Michael enjoyed his time holding Jazz close to his heart. This was his own form of aftercare, and he could sit here like this forever waiting for her to wake.
Time passed faster than he liked, and sooner than he wanted, his Pixie started to stir in his lap. She stretched like a cat causing the blanket that was wrapped around her shoulders to fall to her waist allowing her beautiful breasts to be on display. He couldn’t help but lean down and take her nipple in his mouth. Fuck, his Pixie was the sexiest little thing he’d ever seen.
After biting down slightly, he leaned back and looked up at her face. As much as he would love to set her on his rock-hard cock and have his way with her right there on the love seat, they needed to talk.
“Pixie, let’s go get you cleaned up. Afterward, we can talk about everything that is going on and make a plan on how to move forward.”
“I’m not sure we can move forward, if I’m being honest, but I promise I will tell you everything.” She nodded, looking defeated.
Michael stood, keeping her in his arms close to his chest. He didn’t want to carry her through the main part of the lobby to their room without any clothes, but he also didn’t want to put her down yet either. The sweet sub from earlier came up to him with Jazz’s folded clothes in her hands.
“Sir, I can have these delivered to your room if you wish. I also took the liberty of bringing a robe from the locker room thinking it might make things easier on your way back to your room.”
The tiny woman in front of him reminded him of his pixie with her smaller size, though her hair was blonde where Jazz finally allowed hers to go back to its natural brown after dying it black for so long. “What is your name, little miss?” he asked.
“My name is Cherry, Sir,” she answered, her eyes diverted to the floor.
“Well, thank you, Miss Cherry. I will be sure to pass on how helpful you have been.” He took the offered robe letting the blanket he’d been using fall to the ground. He set Jazz on her feet long enough to wrap the robe around her and as he went to pick up the blanket, he noticed it was already taken care of. He leaned over and picked up his Pixie, hugging her close to his chest once again, right where she belonged.
He carried her to their room, and once they were there, he set her gently on the bed. “Let me get the shower started for you.” She smiled at him and nodded but didn’t answer.
Once the shower was as hot as she liked it, he returned to the room where she hadn’t moved from where he’d placed her. Michael had always been sure of his place as a Dom. He had an innate ability to read the subs in his care, and this was especially true of the woman he loved, and it had been since their first night together at Black Light. But watching her so quiet had him questioning if he had taken things too far. Should she have used her safe word?
She stood and walked to the en suite turning back as she walked through the door. “Aren’t you going to join me?”
“I would love nothing more, but if I do, then you and I will get lost in each other, and we need to talk. Go and enjoy the hot shower. I’ll be waiting.”