The sway of her hips while she crawled had my cock coming to stiff attention again. I couldn't care less about the pony's tail; it was something I used to cause her mental discomfort and keep her attuned to me. Normally, I would push a little more about where she went when her mind drifted away. But even after months of trying, she never revealed her innermost demons and it drove me crazy.I'd shared more with her than I had with any other woman in my life. Hell, I told her more than I told my bandmates. I wanted it to mean something, but I learned the hard way that she wouldn't cross certain lines. Her deep dark secrets stayed buried, even when they left her in a near catatonic state from lack of sleep. She refused to see a doctor or even a head shrink. The memory of her violent kicking and fighting-loud gasps for air and still unable to draw enough oxygen into her lungs-left me terrified. Completely out of control.Shaking my head, I realized now was not the time for these thoughts
I kept my emotions together even when he carried me to the bath and held me for over an hour. We didn't speak. There were no words for how fucked up our relationship was. No going back and no tomorrow. After he left, I finally gave into tears, burying my face in my pillow, thinking about the words I couldn't speak-the secret I would never reveal.I fell asleep after faint pink rays of sunlight shown through the windows and didn't awake until ten in the morning. The pain Luke provided had done the trick and allowed for more hours of uninterrupted sleep than I'd experienced in months. With coffee and toast in front of me, I sat gingerly at the table embracing the discomfort from my ass. I looked outside into the small, enclosed space I called my backyard. I decided to spend the day gardening. Even though my yard was small, I filled it with plants and flowers that needed tending on a regular basis. I hired someone to clean the inside of my townhome, but I liked getting my hands dirty in
Luke told Wade to spread his legs before he walked away to grab something I couldn't see from the top drawer of a cabinet. It turned out to be a cock cage. Just the sight of the metal contraption in Luke's hands had me squirming. There were no sides to the chair, so my hands rested on my bare thighs. Luke gave me a stern look for my movement, so I dug my nails into the tops of my legs. I couldn't help wondering what my part in this scene was.Wade held still as Luke placed the ball ring at the base of his scrotum then the cage over his cock. Thankfully, Wade was only half-mast. As his erection increased, the cage would tighten and make things very unpleasant.Luke had several official kink pieces of furniture in the playroom: a St. Andrew's Cross, spanking bench, and an electric fucking machine. Other than those, the room was actually sparse because he loved to improvise with ordinary items. The man could do a lot with a sub over a desk, which was the centerpiece of the room-a solid
Wiping my tears with the backs of my dirt-coated hands brought me out of the past. I was crying again. I'd cried so many damn tears thinking about that last day with Luke that I shouldn't have any left. I'd received his unspoken message loud and clear.Give it all or get lost.I ran from the playroom before they finished, changed into my work clothes, and packed the personal items in my room and bathroom. Then, I walked away. Luke stayed with Wade and didn't stop me. The months following our split my night terrors grew steadily worse. I finally confided in Danny because I could barely stay awake at the office. I only told him I'd had them since childhood and there was nothing physically wrong with me. When he tried to pry deeper, I pulled the boss card and told him to leave it be. About six weeks ago, I managed to put aside my aching heart and fall back into the life I led before Luke. I adjusted to not having someone chase away the demons and breathe for me. I buried the memories of
She was fucking killing me. I asked for sexy and she gave me her version of sadistic. Not having my hands on her was one of the most painful exercises in futility I'd ever gone through. My plans before I arrived were to keep my hands entirely off her. That flew out the window within minutes of seeing that fucking dress. Though lifting it and admiring her bruises might not be the sexual fantasy of most red-blooded males, it fucking rocked my socks.I had made reservations at an upscale restaurant that our band frequented when we felt like playing dress up. With Krispin's new wife, Angela, we were settling down and things like suits and ties were keeping us from being tossed out of places we seldom visited back in our crazier days. We weren't exactly known as the sit-down-dinner type of musicians.So now I had a major problem. If any man looked twice at Machala, I planned to punch his lights out. Depending on his size, the management throwing us out might include calling the cops. Fuck
I knew I went too far... told Luke too much. The wine had relaxed me and sitting with him outside our usual parameters lulled me into a false sense of security. I saw his expression and even though he passed off what I revealed as no big deal, Luke saw the real story within the story. Starvation, loyalty, refusing to give up-it was all there. I hadn't thought about Mickey the dog in years-only a figment of my imagination but a key piece to who I was.I didn't feel well. Luke ate quietly and drank another glass of wine. I nervously tried to think of a way out, but I couldn't."You don't like what I ordered for you?" he asked with concern.Hell, I might vomit. "It's good. I'm full."That look came over his face. I'd seen it many times when a coming punishment had me picking at my food unable to eat. He never stood for it and I wondered what he would do now."You've barely eaten." Not the usual, Eat, girl, it will only be worse if you don't.I could see it in his eyes, though. I cut
This was the first time I'd seen Machala dressed casually. Her hair was down, sunglasses propped on her head, an unbuttoned blouse over a tank top and shorts that displayed her long legs. My dick ached. It was hell to stay away from her all week. I wasn't good at denying myself. I told her I'd jerk off to thoughts of her, but I lied. I managed to keep my hands off my dick because she was worth all the torture my cock lived through during the week. Now I just had to make it through another one. At least one more week of self-denial was part of my plan. Fuck.She brought a bag and assured me she had a suit packed along with sunblock. Her olive skin could probably handle more sun than mine could, but the thought of her oiled skin was playing havoc with my junk. The guys would get a kick out of this.We drove to Krispin's in near silence. Machala's nervousness brought out a tender side to me that wasn't there before I met her. I knew my friends would love her and make her feel welcome, b
Angela was beautiful. In a bikini, her large belly only added to her allure. Jewel walked in behind us as Angela drew me to a bedroom. Jewel's beauty was different than Angela's. The scar on her face surprised me at first. In L.A., plastic surgeons specialized in removing anything that distracted from someone's beauty. Jewel's scar only emphasized her strength. She appeared shy and I found it interesting that she shared a triad relationship. Angela pulled us both into the room, closed the door, and laid full length on the bed. "Sorry, but my belly needs a rest and lying on my side is the only relief I get. "Get comfortable so we can grill you for a bit."I knew in most situations I came across as a bitch and I really wanted to start on the right foot with Luke's friends. Outside of D/s, I spoke my mind and had the ability to leave people shaking in their boots without much work. I exhaled a breath I hadn't realized I held. I could do this. I sat on the side of the bed and met Angela
I claimed he wasn't romantic, but Luke proved me wrong.He had something special planned for our one month wedding anniversary. I was currently strapped to a chair in the playroom, a scarf covering my eyes. Luke's hand gently moved my hair aside. Or, I thought it was Luke, but when the fingers moved up over my jaw a different scent filled me."Hi, beautiful girl," Wade said as he kissed my cheek. "I'm here to fuck you dry."An electric thrill ran over every inch of flesh on my body and I shivered."She's been a naughty girl all day. For some reason she seems to think I should have spoiled her surprise and told her you'd be joining us." Luke spoke from behind me. He reached around and pinched my nipples. "Untie her and we'll move her to a more accommodating location. You haven't seen her pretty pussy piercing."Luke loved calling it that. It usually had me laughing, but he squeezed my nipples again and I sucked in a quick breath. Wade unclipped me from the chair, leaving my wrist a
Two nights later, my dream was back. My sister watched me from the mirror. She spoke, but I couldn't understand. I made a grab for her hand as it turned to dust beneath my fingers. She swept away on the wind and I couldn't breathe."Shh, babe, breathe." It was Luke.He rolled us so I was on my back, his lips against mine, with his hand at my throat. He added pressure and I froze until he eased his fingers back. His cock entered me. He restricted my breathing again and again until I came so hard my toes curled."Tell me about Vachala," he said after rolling over so I lay on top of him.I hadn't spoken freely about my sister since she disappeared. I had told the private investigators details about our location in India when my mother sold her, but they never asked anything personal. Bittersweet thoughts of her poured into my mind. "She would run so fast she'd trip constantly. She always beat me in any race. I cried and she laughed. I think she was a demon in disguise. The only way an
I'm sure people had horrible night terrors and handled them better than I did. Saying mine aloud made them feel inconsequential. "A mirror or the reflection from water. I see me-starving, skeletal, always trying to say something. I fade to dust and I realize it isn't really me. It's Vachala." A calmness was settling over me. For years I kept this hidden. My father never knew. My mother died with me hating her, but more than that I hated my weakness. Even now I couldn't find a way to forgive myself. My mother should have chosen Vachala and left me to die. I used pain to prove I was strong. The more the better.I rolled over in Luke's arms and faced him. "I don't know why I can't breathe when I wake up. I know when I was hospitalized, I couldn't breathe. That was the last time I saw her." I could picture her so easily because whenever I looked in a mirror, she was there. "We were only babies, but that bond is unbreakable. I imagined her holding my hand for years. I could feel her soft f
I had her back in the waist belt and her hands attached in front of her when I walked her into the bathroom. I'd had everything ready. She saw what waited and stopped."Don't worry. This is only a mild cleansing, no cramping or pain. Bend over."Tears filled her eyes."Come on, girl, it looks worse than it is.""Please, Luke." She looked down at the floor and I saw a tear roll from the end of her nose."'Please, Luke' is not your safeword. Lift your leg onto the toilet seat or I'll use a different solution."She lifted her leg and I could see her knees trembling. I inserted the enema nozzle and she jerked as if the solution had hot pepper in it. Actually, I used a bit of peppermint along with a mild soap and warm water; it wouldn't hurt at all. I opened the valve. "Hold it in. I'll tell you when you can relieve yourself." Her tears turned to soft hiccups. I really thought she'd cave by now, but her stubborn brain was blocking her desire to end the humiliation. I moved her to the
Machala was asleep, her breathing deep and even. I sat down beside her and transferred our lunch to the nightstand. I moved pillows beneath her head after loosening the straps at her wrists. I went into the bathroom and soaked a washcloth in warm water. I hadn't left any cuts on the front of her body, but welts covered her. After running the cloth over each welt, I rubbed ointment into her skin.She woke up when I loosened her wrists, but waited until I finished with the ointment before speaking. "I can't do it, Luke. You're wasting your time." Her dejection came through in each soft word.I slowly removed the blindfold so she could see my eyes. She squinted into the light before her gaze settled on mine. "I love you. It's not something you walk away from. I can't watch you suffer alone. Sharing your terror may not help, but I'll be there and I'll know the worst. I've imagined so many things and each one causes me sleepless nights. You have no idea the abuse I've imagined. I only wan
The lies she lived with couldn't continue. I refused to allow her to destroy herself. She barely slept and I wasn't as stupid as the first time she stayed with me. Then, I missed the small nuances that showed how exhausted she was. That would never happen again. And now something set her off without lack of sleep involved. Some trigger that no one but she understood. I couldn't fucking help her if she wouldn't talk to me. All my frustration from months ago came rising to the surface. I imagined her as a young child being raped, beaten, or both. I couldn't stand the pictures in my head... the unknown.I wrapped rubber bands tightly around the ends of the sticks, securing them together. Machala's breasts were hanging freely over the bench, which made clamping the sticks on her nipples easy. The rubber bands applied the pressure so her nipples squeezed between the lacquered wood. When I put them on, she stopped struggling and speaking. I grabbed the sticks in the middle between her breas
I couldn't hold back the tears and he stopped moving. "No, don't, Luke. Fuck me hard, please."He did. I have no idea how much noise we made and I'm surprised the door didn't cave. He pulled my hair until I thought he would leave me bald, and when that didn't work, he rammed two fingers in my ass. No lube and it hurt but... it took me over the edge and I cried out as my body crashed. I was crying, but pulling air into my lungs."Shh," he whispered against my ear.I knew he suspected I was crazy. Hell, I was the ice queen. No panic attacks allowed for me. "I'm so sorry." My forehead rested against his chest. His cock was still inside me."You shouldn't be. Having my very own fuck bunny during practice is something I plan on growing accustomed to."He was attempting to change the mood. I shouldn't let him, but I desperately wanted to forget my near out of control disaster. We cleaned up in the bathroom. Luke took special care of my piercing. He'd explained about condoms for the firs
We woke up after seven-much later than a usual Monday morning. I could tell by her breathing that Machala was awake. "What are you thinking about, girl?" I asked into the quiet room."Hmm, touching you. I always want to touch you while you sleep." Her voice sounded drowsy and sexy."I won't stop you." There were times to be dominant and times to give your sub what she wanted. This was the latter. I expected her hands to travel my chest, arms, even ass. I saw the way she stared at me. A hungry lioness came to mind. What I didn't expect were her hands on my face.She moved up a little, using her elbow to prop herself. I closed my eyes as her soft fingers traveled across my jaw, moving to my cheeks and even along my nose."You're beautiful," she whispered.I didn't think any man alive wanted to be called beautiful. At least not until this moment. Her thumb swiped across my eyelid before her fingers went to my lips. Now they ran across the outline of my mouth and one finger slipped in
How did he do it? This man knew what my brain did not. The dull ache above my clit caused by the piercing had me craving more. It also reminded me that it wasn't just a collar that bound a submissive to their dominant. Luke piercing me was his claim and wouldn't disappear like the bruises he left after a scene.He was on the phone while I used a mirror to look between my legs. He'd actually handed it to me before he went to make his call. Fuck, I desperately needed to come again or somehow get my mind off my body's greedy cravings.I latched onto work. I had to call Danny and explain I wouldn't be at work for two weeks. Luke had removed the butt plug after our prolonged scene in the playroom. I sat on the end of my bed fully aware of my new piercing and hit Danny's name on my cell."Hello, doll. What's happening?" His anger over the newspaper article and picture was obviously gone.There were times I used my icy business voice with Danny, but this wasn't one of them. I valued his f