by Redrae Gunn
“I heard that, too.” Rock laughed, remembering the rumors of sex machines and torture devices. Then he gave Abe a peace sign and headed out the door.
Rock drove the road back to Kira’s. He had told her that he would call but that point was moot. He needed to move in right away. He already had his small trailer packed and ready to go. He just needed her to answer a couple of questions. He wanted her honesty because he couldn’t settle for just believing the rumors.
As he drove, Rock thought back to the two years when he had lived in Houston. His roommate, a self-proclaimed Dominant, had spent most of that time beating his girlfriends. It had started good at first. Rock had gone with Tyson to the fetish club and then Rock had met a couple of girls. Rock had liked the submissive attitudes and had signed up for other classes that the club offered. That was when he had gotten to know his Dominant side very well.
Rock had roared as a Dominant and was never alone when the weekend came. He was attentive to the submissives’ needs and he loved pushing them mentally and physically to their limits before bringing them back down, shaking, thankful and cradled in his big, muscular arms. That’s how he treated his women. With respect, comfort, and gratefulness. After all, they had put their trust in his hands and he always got what he needed out of them, too.
Then his roommate started the beatings. Rock tried to talk to Tyson. The girl wasn’t into pain the way that Tyson was. Tyson didn’t listen. The girl didn’t want to leave. It became a never-ending nightmare. Finally, Rock had called the cops. He let them in the front door on his way out. He let the cops figure out the mess. He had already tried.
Rock had forced that part of his life far away from who he was today. Sometimes he would see a girl in the gas station or just pass one on the street and he would see her breath catch and her eyes automatically go to the ground. He knew that he still had it. Sometimes he thought about letting his Dominant out, letting it come to the surface again and roar.
Would he ever want to be the Dominant that he was before? Would he ever want someone to depend on him and trust him completely? His cock stirred and he allowed himself to chuckle slightly. Of course he wanted that again. That perfect, sweet girl, giving herself to him with complete trust. Rock adjusted his jeans as he hardened further.
No wonder he hadn’t been interested in any of the girls he had met lately. They didn’t have that look. The nervous, hopeful, slightly intimidated look. When their eyes locked and her pupils dilated, he wanted to see into the depths of the female soul. He demanded it. He wondered if ever he would taste that sweet submission again. He would if Kira would allow it. She was definitely a submissive. He wondered if she knew it.
Rock stopped his mind from wandering and focused on the road. He needed to keep his thoughts on the retirement. Plus, he had only been to Kira’s house once and he didn’t want to have to call her and ask for directions. He was a man after all, and had never needed to ask for directions when it came to finding a female.
Chapter 3
Kira was crossing from the shop to the house when she saw Rock’s truck pull into her driveway. She smiled and waved. When he got out of the truck, she opened the door of the house and waved him in. She set her cell, thermos, and iPad on the counter and shook off the long trench coat. She hung it in the closet and went into the kitchen.
“Already made my money for the day.” Kira laughed as she opened her fridge and looked for something to eat. She loved working in her shop and was still feeling the creative high. “I had breakfast but I’m starving. I missed lunch and need to get to Ray for that meat. I’ll probably just grab a light snack. I want a roast for dinner.”
Rock licked his lips as Kira bent over, digging through the bottom freezer of the fridge. He could see the lace outline of her panties. This wasn’t the timid, quiet girl that he had been introduced to at the café. It certainly wasn’t the uncomfortable-looking girl in the too-large sweater, baggy blue jeans, and ugly work boots. This was a proud young woman oozing sexuality in her leather outfit. Confidence in her stride despite the stilettos.
Rock waited. Kira had stopped talking as she gave up on the freezer and pulled a bag of dried fruit from the door of the fridge and stuffed some apricots in her mouth. When she turned to look at where Rock was standing, his eyes locked on hers.
“I should go change,” Kira said quickly. “I had expected you to call. I’m sorry.”
Rock set the signed rental agreement on the counter and crossed the kitchen in four long, powerful strides. He intentionally pushed in on her personal space and noticed that she didn’t cringe in fear. If anything, he swore he saw her relax, just as if he’d given her a hug. His breath caught and his chest squeezed when Kira looked up at him through her dark lashes. Her green eyes were wide, pupils dilated, and she licked her lips.
“Kira?” Rock asked.
“Yes?” Kira asked.
Rock smiled as he saw her bite her lip. “The rental agreement is signed and on the counter.”
Rock waited as Kira looked around him and at the counter, finally relaxing With the worst of winter still to come, she had probably been worried about wrestling with that tractor again. She needed a board replaced on the deck. She was most likely making a list of things that needed to be done around the property.
“I need to see the type of furniture that you make,” Rock said with finality. “Especially if I am going to be meeting clients.” He smiled when Kira sighed but nodded her head. Of course she wouldn’t tell him no when he was this close in her space and demanding her to do it. “Let’s go now and get it out of the way. We’ll take my truck. It’s still warm.”
Rock walked back to the entry closet and pulled on his jacket. He smiled when he heard Kira’s heels clicking behind him as she followed him and pulled on her leather trench coat. She checked the pocket for keys and followed him out the door. Rock held the door for her and opened her door on his truck.
Kira climbed into the truck, thanking Rock for opening the door. She smiled shyly at him when he climbed in and started the vehicle. She pointed him to the nearest Quonset and hopped out without waiting for him to open her door. She unlocked the padlock, the deadbolt, and finally the door knob.
When the light automatically kicked on above them, Kira shut the door. She reached for Rock’s hand and pulled him away from the doorway. “The lights are automatic so we kind of need to keep moving for them to stay on. The skylights aren’t enough in the winter sun.”
Four different St. Andrew’s crosses were illuminated as Kira moved around the room. Each had footholds and boards for the submissive to stand on. That way the submissive wouldn’t be standing directly on the floor. Chains hung at the top and bottom of each. The crosses were made of wood and were stained in different colors.
Two large metal swings with attached chains were next. Then cages of all different sizes, some resembling kennels, others would force the submissive to stand in them. Rock looked up to the ceiling and saw that several more cages were suspended from the metal rafters in the building. Then they moved to some ornate headboards, dressers, lamps, all sorts of bedroom accessories.
Next came spanking benches covered with different colors of leather, the wood stained different for each one. Several assorted chairs, some without bottoms and some that looked like old birthing chairs. Then came the posture collars, regular collars, and hand cuffs. Everything was laid out on a long black gothic table that also appeared to be crafted by hand.
“Metal nut cup?” Rock asked as he looked a particularly ornate jockstrap that had metal welded to chains attached to an adjustable leather back.
“Not really.” Kira chuckled. She slid a piece of metal down from the back side of the cup, exposing small metal spikes welded into the back of the cup. “It keeps puppy from getting too excited.”
“Do you think of this stuff yourself?” Rock asked.
“Not this one, exactly. It was a collaboration,” Kira said, setting the cruel piece back on the table. “I’m suppo
sed to hold onto it until a certain Domme calls and needs it as a special gift. She is waiting to find her perfect pain puppy.”
Rock looked over the shelves, desks, and candelabras. Nearly anything that could be fashioned out of metal was in this shop. Here. In the middle of North Dakota, made by a very innocent looking blonde woman.
“These chairs have no hooks, latches, or chains,” Rock commented on a dozen plain-looking wooden chairs. Two metal rings, one large and one smaller hung off of the arms and front legs of the chair. The chair looked odd as it had four front and four back legs.
Kira grinned. “Pretty deceptive looking huh?” She couldn’t help herself and sat down in the chair. “Watch this.” She positioned her feet in front of the outer legs and brought the large rings up to her knees. The smaller rings easily looped over her boots. She brought her arm to the armrest and slid the large ring up to her elbow and brought the other ring up around her wrist. She went to struggle and was nearly immobile. “See?”
Rock cleared his throat. This was not good. In two strides he could close the distance between him and the nearly restrained Kira. He could completely restrain her if he wanted and do whatever he wanted from then on. Rock hardened in his jeans. He also solidified his control even though Kira was smiling at him, pleased with her invention.
“Sorry,” Kira said and she quickly released herself from the chair. “I get many requests for this chair because it doesn’t look cruel, and a submissive is quickly released if anything goes wrong. It also does this.” Kira kneeled down and reached under the chair. She pulled back two latches and the chair slid open.
If a sub had been in the chair, he or she would now be fully displayed and ready for the Dom. That explained the need for the extra legs on the chair.
They were finally back by the door and the lights had dimmed except for the one above their heads. The beautiful furniture was again cloaked in darkness.
Kira followed Rock into the cold air and secured the three locks before heading to the truck. Rock opened the door for her and she thanked him as she climbed in. He drove in silence back to the house. Rock could feel the tension building. She took deep, calming breaths until the truck stopped. She quickly hopped out of the truck, giving him the option of escape.
Kira entered the house and didn’t shut the door behind her. She hoped that he wouldn’t leave. She stood in the entry and was relieved when he walked in the door. “Are you still going to rent the room?” Kira asked, trying to keep the hopeful, pleading sounds from entering her voice.
“How can I not?” Rock asked. “I certainly can’t let just any man out here to rent the room. I certainly can’t let you show those things to clients that you don’t know.”
“But do you still want to stay?” Kira asked. “I don’t want you to be here out of pity or because you think I can’t handle things myself.”
Rock looked down at his pants where his stiff erection was ready to pop straight through his zipper. He was sure that Kira could weld all of his zippers together so that he never had to worry about that problem again and he smiled at the thought. Kira’s gaze had lingered to where Rock looked and he felt his heart tighten when she smiled and licked her lips.
“Kira, I think that given the circumstances, I am certainly not acting out of pity.” Rock looked at Kira and she met his gaze. He really liked the way her eyes widened in anticipation and he forced himself, again, to keep control.
Rock knew that if he lost control once, she wouldn’t look at him the same. She needed that edge, of nearly toppling over the precipice of the cliff, but always hanging on. The fine line between fantasy and reality. That tight rope Rock knew how to walk. It was the line just before pushing a submissive to her limits became abuse.
“I do need to go change and get to Ray before it gets too late,” Kira said. She opened a drawer in the furthest cabinet away from kitchen. “Keys to the house.” She flipped the key his way and noticed that he held up the key and inspected it.
“Does this key go to all the buildings?” Rock asked.
Kira shook her head.
“As a safety precaution I will need keys to every building on the property,” Rock said firmly but gently.
Kira glanced at him out of the corner of her eyes and nodded her head.
“Better go change into your grocery-getting attire,” Rock said and he attached the key to his key ring.
Kira shuddered and stuck out her tongue. She felt Rock turn toward her and she straightened in self-defense. Her eyes narrowed and her hands fisted at her sides. When he didn’t come any closer but just stood there, she relaxed. “I didn’t stick my tongue out at you,” Kira said. Her voice shook slightly.
“I know,” Rock said and tilted his head to the side, looking at her balled fists.
Kira forced herself to relax and then turned and walked out of the kitchen. She closed the door to her bedroom and quickly changed. When she came back into the kitchen, Rock was sitting at the island with his jacket on.
“I’m going to go get my things from the Hudson place and start moving in,” he said calmly. “I should be here when you get back to help you move the meat into the freezer. If not, just wait and I will do it when I get back.”
“I got it,” Kira said quickly. The look she got from Rock made her glance away. “Or I can wait until you get back.”
Rock smiled and nodded his head. He left out the front door and Kira went to the garage and backed her truck into the drive. Rock honked his horn and flashed the peace sign when he went by. Kira waved back. Rock glanced into the garage and saw the little white Smart car. Certainly not a car for the roads up here and he smiled. Enigma indeed.
* * * *
Kira pulled her truck into the yard and backed up the cellar door. It was the easiest way to get supplies into the basement. She opened the cellar door and checked the integrity of the Roll-A-Ramp by sending down a relatively light box. Kira opened the cellar door and finished sending the boxes into the basement, ignoring Rock’s demand that she wait. A dolly made quick work of transporting the boxes into the cellar and twenty minutes later she was pulling her truck into the garage just as Rock was pulling into the driveway with his trailer.
Kira left Rock alone as she started dinner. She threw the roast into the oven along with potatoes, carrots, onions, and celery. She hadn’t asked him what he liked to eat but usually meat and potatoes went over well with men. At least that had been her experience with her grandpa.
Kira was drying dishes when Rock came downstairs with a tote of bathroom supplies.
“I cleared out this bathroom,” Kira said. “Stocked it with some supplies, towels, soap, toilet paper, and things like that. I also put a laundry basket in there so you can just throw whatever in the basket and I can wash it.” Kira paused. Maybe he liked to do his own laundry. She didn’t want to be too overbearing. “Or if you like doing your own laundry just throw the towels in there I can do those. I have the time because I’m here all day.”
“One less thing for me to worry about.” Rock smiled.
* * * *
Kira wanting to do things for him already was a neat head trip. He knew that she was submissive the minute he’d seen her. But it wasn’t just during sex. Her need to please ran much deeper than that. She had probably thrived in the military where she didn’t have to think, just do as she was told.
Kira scratched at her jeans and tripped over the long pant legs as she moved out of the doorway. Rock frowned as he set down his tote on the toilet seat.
“Is this usually what you wear at home?” Rock asked, looking at the ugly sweater, two sizes too big, and jeans that were definitely men’s. “Or do you usually wear what I saw you in this morning?”
“Those were my work clothes this morning,” Kira admitted laughing. “This is my Clark Kent gear.” She frowned slightly as she looked down at her clothes.
“You should be comfortable in your own house,” Rock said as his brain registered her Clark Kent reference. She obviously was
n’t comfortable in the clothes she was wearing and figured that this was the nerdy dress of the others that was required of her if she was to fit in with the crowd.
“I’m going to take a quick shower,” Rock said. Then his Dominant decided to give a little push to the unhappy submissive in front of him. “You, go change into something that you think is more comfortable, and then we can discuss our schedules.”
Kira shook her head and opened her mouth to protest. Rock held up his finger and Kira closed her mouth.
“I have only three rules that I need to live by to get along with the person with whom I cohabitate. In return you obey the same three rules,” Rock said. He noticed the way Kira blushed slightly when he said obey. “Don’t lie, don’t cheat, and don’t steal. If you aren’t being yourself then I feel that it is a lie.”
“What if you aren’t comfortable with the person that I am?” Kira asked, glancing away from him. “What if you decide to tell everyone about the furniture I make and what a freak I am?”
“I don’t think you are a freak, so if I told anyone that you were a freak, then that would be a lie,” Rock said firmly. “I think you are very skilled at your craft but I know that you like your privacy so I wouldn’t steal that from you. Finally, you seem to be a very interesting woman and if you weren’t allowed to be yourself then I would be cheating you out of your way of life.”
Kira tapped her finger against her chin, considering his words. It sounded fair.
“Fine,” she said. She walked over the fridge and checked her watch. It was almost three, so way past noon. She pulled a bottle of Red Moscato from her fridge. Liquid courage was always good. “Want a glass?”
“You wouldn’t have any beer by chance would you?” Rock asked.
“Bud Light?” Kira asked as she pulled a bottle from the case in the back of the fridge. She used beer in cooking all the time and she hated running out. She was pretty sure that she had another case in the fridge in her garage. Kira liked the surprised and pleased look on Rock’s face as he nodded his head. She handed him the beer and left the kitchen.
