Going Home [Party on the Prairie 1] (Siren Publishing Classic)

by Redrae Gunn

  “I need more to drink,” Carmen said. “That way if you get slap happy I won’t feel much or remember it in the morning.”

  Kira laughed. “Karaoke?”

  “Think we can get the coyotes to howl again like that one summer?” Carmen asked. “I don’t know if Karl was angry or amused or both. We put that confusing expression on his face more than once.”

  “I think we managed to confuse him every time we were here.” Kira smiled at the memory. She was glad that she could reminisce with Carmen. After the two had met their first year in college, Kira had brought Carmen home the first break that they’d had. And nearly every break afterward. Thirteen years was a long time to have known someone and Kira was grateful that Carmen had adored Karl as much as she had.

  “I’ll never forget you telling him to get naked.” Carmen laughed as tears came to her eyes as she struggled to breathe. “He was angry and amused then for sure.”

  “What about that time that he needed those cupcakes for the bake sale at the church and you decorated them to look like a boobs.” Kira was laughing.

  “Oh my God, I’d forgotten about that,” Carmen had tears running down her face. “They all sold didn’t they?”

  “The penis cookies for Christmas?” Kira added.

  “They were supposed to be candles.” Carmen laughed so hard she slapped the top of the counter. “But once they were baked I couldn’t help but frost them accordingly.”

  “You had drips of cum down the pink-ridged shaft.” Kira shook her head trying to act shocked.

  “Those were wax droplets,” Carmen said. “I wasn’t the only one who did pornographic food.”

  “What?” Kira asked trying to remember as she drained the rest of the bottle into their glasses. “When?”

  “The Easter ham,” Carmen reminded her.

  “Oh Jesus,” Kira whispered remembering that incident. Several people had come over and as usual Carmen and Kira had been busy making the finest of Easter dinners. The ham was baked and split in such a way that it reminded Kira of a pussy. She had garnished it with asparagus sprouts as to replicate hair around the soft pink meat and then sliced layers off the sides to resemble spread legs.

  “I can’t believe he still let us cook meals after that,” Carmen admitted, wiping her face and squeezing her cheeks.

  “Especially after you ball-gagged and shoved a dildo in the turkey,” Kira said.

  “It was a plum and a squash,” Carmen said huffing but grinning.

  “It was a ball-gag and a dildo.” Kira laughed and Carmen nodded her head laughing.

  “Why did he let us do all that?” Carmen asked. “We never got in trouble. We never even got lectured. Sometimes I think he invited people over just to see their reactions to our antics.”

  “The only time we ever really got close to being in trouble is when we disposed of the chicken coop,” Kira said.

  “For the record,” Carmen laughed, “I did tell you that grenades were probably overkill. Effective. But overkill.”

  “He was only mad that the blast blew out the windows in the shop,” Kira said laughing. They certainly had made short work of the chicken coop. “I replaced the windows and was forgiven.”

  “My dad was always too busy for us,” Carmen said. “I mean yeah, there’s a lot of us. Seven kids, but still. Karl always made time for you and me. No matter what he was doing he was always ready to listen, to talk, and to offer advice. He made me feel special, like he loved me as much as he loved you.”

  “He did love you that much, Carmen,” Kira said softly.

  “I know,” Carmen said. “I loved him that much, too.”

  Kira took a deep breath. “Karaoke or we will be in tears soon.”

  “Agreed,” Carmen said.

  Kira noticed her eyeing her empty glass. “And more wine.”

  * * * *

  As the girls went into the living room and started singing some Nine Inch Nails song, Rock walked from the dining room into the kitchen. He felt no guilt to listening in on their conversation. The Dominant in him needed to know if there were any bad feeling in Kira’s past that he wasn’t already aware of. It was obvious to him that none came from her relationship with Karl. If anything, Karl had been the one to mend many fences before they were beyond repair.

  Rock studied the tray of goodies that the girls had wrapped. He did notice that the candle cookies resembled penises, the cookie balls were sprinkled with coconut to resemble balls and the more he looked at the food, the more perverted it became. Innovative little subs.

  He managed to stifle his laughter as he wanted the girls to continue to talk openly. He knew from experience that the presence of a Dom could stop that honesty. He didn’t want to have his presence be a deterrent from something that Kira needed so desperately. Friendship.

  He stiffened and became acutely aware of the sounds coming from the living room when he heard Carmen’s words filter into the kitchen.

  “Cage time Kira.”

  Chapter 10

  Kira looked at the cage. It was her protection and suddenly it didn’t look as comforting as it usually did.

  “There’s room enough for both of us,” Carmen said as she pointed Kira inside.

  Kira slid into the cage and Carmen followed. Carmen shut the door behind her and faced Kira.

  “You are my best friend and I tell you this from the bottom of my heart,” Carmen started. “I love you. Remember that.”

  “I love you, too,” Kira said, waiting for the worst.

  “Kira, how can you expect anyone around here to like you for who you are when you don’t show them who you are?” Carmen asked.

  “I try to fit in,” Kira huffed.

  “How’s that working out for you?”

  “Terrible,” Kira admitted. Tears started to form in her eyes and she blinked them back.

  “If you aren’t comfortable with who you are, then how do you expect others to be comfortable with you? Being true to yourself includes being honest with others about who you are,” Carmen pleaded. “In order for the nasty looks and suspicion to stop you have to stop lying to them. You have to be for real. You have to be you.”

  “I am me.” Kira was trying hard to blink back the tears but a few slid down her cheeks. She mentally cussed out Rock for getting her to cry so easily.

  “I know who you are.” Carmen stroked Kira’s forearm. “They don’t. They think you are hiding something and let’s be real. You are hiding something. You are hiding yourself.”

  “So I should parade around in kink gear when I go get groceries?” Kira huffed.

  “Not at all.” Carmen shook her head. “You just shouldn’t dress like a man when you go to get groceries.”

  Kira managed to chuckle through her tears.

  “Do I care if someone makes a rude comment about my sexy leather pants when we are in a store?” Carmen asked.

  “No, but you don’t live here,” Kira said.

  “You do,” Carmen admitted. “You didn’t care about those comments when you were in Tampa. Wouldn’t you like it better if you weren’t liked because of who you are than being disliked for trying to fit in and being hated for who you aren’t? At least then, you know where you stand. At least then, they don’t like you for being who you really are.”

  “They will hate me,” Kira said. The tears had receded.

  “Then they can go fuck themselves,” Carmen said. “Probably if they hate you for who you are then they have never fucked themselves and perhaps they need some lessons on how to relieve some stress.”

  Kira laughed. Carmen was right. Spot on. They both knew it.

  “I adore Sam Morgan,” Carmen sighed.

  “He’s awful,” Kira said.

  “He is to you,” Carmen said.

  “But not to you,” Kira said as realization dawned on her.

  “I can be myself around him,” Carmen said. “And you hide something from him. His gut instinct tells him that you are hiding something and he’s learned to trust
his gut.”

  Kira was silent as she considered Carmen’s perspective. Carmen was right, of course.

  “So what do you suggest?” Kira asked.

  “Number one,” Carmen started. “You need to give Sam a tour. And Abe, too. The full monty. Nothing left out. The shop, the Quonsets, the house, your bedroom, everything. Then they will know what you are hiding and why.”

  “What is number two?” Kira was afraid to ask.

  “Add your name to your website,” Carmen said. “Stop pretending you don’t do great work. Stop pretending that you aren’t creative. Let these people Google your name and find the damned “Caged Kitty” on their search. Maybe someone will even buy from you. You are their only hope in the upper Midwest.”

  “Please don’t tell me that there is a third request,” Kira said.

  “Of course there is,” Carmen grinned at her.

  “Well?”

  “Have the party,” Carmen whispered. “Don’t do it because I said, or because you felt obligated to carry on Karl’s tradition. Do it because on Labor Day there is no better place to be than here. On this farm. In the middle of nowhere, eating, dancing, drinking, and being surrounded by friends. It’s like the best farewell to the summer. I can’t imagine not being here for it.”

  Kira was silent. Her brain was going a thousand miles a minute. She knew that she needed to stop hiding. She knew that she needed to do right by herself before she could do right for Rock or anyone else that wanted to be in her life.

  “So I should invite the people from town, like Karl did?” Kira asked.

  “You should invite those people and your friends,” Carmen said. “Plus Labor Day is a long way off. It gives you plenty of time to make new friends.”

  “I had been worried that Karl wouldn’t hang on until after the party last year,” Kira admitted.

  “He was so stubborn that he probably made a deal with the Devil just to get to stay until after the party.” Carmen laughed.

  Kira nodded her head, smiling. “Or after the party he just decided it was time to go.”

  “Probably a little of both,” Carmen said.

  “Now isn’t this a sight,” Rock’s deep voice had both the girls gasping as he walked across the living room and peered at the two as they sat captive in the cage. He’d had two subs at one time before but he already knew that they didn’t fly that way. As he looked into the cage, he focused on Kira. He knew that he wanted only her. Anyone else joining them, even another female, would degrade the experience. She was already more than enough for him to enjoy.

  “We were just talking, Sir,” Carmen said.

  “I know,” Rock said, still focused on Kira. “Have the two of you worked through all of your problems yet?”

  “I think so, Master.” Kira nodded her head and swallowed hard. He had obviously heard their entire conversation.

  Rock opened the door to the cage. “Carmen, if you don’t mind, I think I have a Christmas gift to get from Kira.”

  Kira gulped as Carmen scurried from the cage giving Kira an encouraging smile.

  “Headphones,” Carmen said to Kira. “Same rules.”

  When Carmen left the room, Kira stared up at Rock as he shut the cage door and secured it. “Little flower,” Rock said, softly but sternly. “You have until I come back with my toy bag to get undressed.”

  Kira glanced around at the confines of the cage.

  “I have confidence in your contortionist skills.” Rock laughed softly as he walked away.

  Kira started stripping before he left the room. Shoes and socks were no problem. The shirt went fine and bra, too. The pants were more of a struggle and she cursed herself for wearing such tight jeans as she wiggled and squirmed in various positions trying to escape her clothing. She finally succeeded and was kneeling inside the cage when Rock came into the room.

  “Very pretty,” Rock said, noticing the flush on her skin.

  “Thank you, Master,” Kira said softly.

  Kira realized that she was now sweating slightly and breathing faster than usual. Her pulse pounded when she saw Rock’s black leather bag. She had the mixed emotions of anticipation and fear. After the past month she’d learned to trust him so she stayed kneeling as her eyes remained fixed on his face.

  Rock pulled out a black leather belt that looked like it was used for weightlifting. Not the kind Kira had seen in the gyms with regular guys. This one looked like it was wide enough for a sumo wrestler.

  Rock opened the cage and opened his right hand. Kira looked at his hand as it moved in a calm but definite motion in front of his thigh. She quickly kneeled on all fours and smiled up at him when he made the growling sound that meant she had done well.

  “I am not one to bring up the past, but I am assuming that you have been restrained and suspended in a cage before,” Rock said softly and Kira nodded her head. He watched her pulse pick up and knew that she probably preferred being played with in a cage than being just tied down to a bed. The way that she crawled to her cage for comfort was one of the reasons that he had chosen to utilize the cage this evening because he intended to push her.

  “Yes, Master,” Kira said when Rock dropped his gaze to her eyes.

  Rock grunted in satisfaction and placed the belt on the floor of the cage under her torso. The width was perfect to support her chest, leaving her breasts free to be played with, and would support her hips, not causing pressure on her stomach and internal organs. He secured the cage door again and walked behind her. When she shivered in anticipation he smiled. Such a pretty reaction.

  Rock grabbed both straps of the belt and lifted Kira off her hands and knees. Little sub was light. He usually had picked the subs with curves, cushion and padding, because he knew that they could take what he wanted to give them. This little flower continued to surprise his hormones as his cock demanded to get inside of her as fast as possible.

  The quick latch he had purchased for the belt held her weight perfectly. The latch was good for up to four hundred pounds but he made sure that Kira didn’t fall back to the bottom of the cage and then he tightened the belt until she was suspended at the perfect height to take his cock in her ass. She had worn the furry plugs as he had requested and had seemed to enjoy the anal play. He intended to find out just how much she enjoyed anal play shortly. But first, he needed her to relax and trust.

  Rock focused on Kira for a moment as her arms dangled, not able to touch the padding of her cage. Her anticipation was showing but so was a small amount of insecurity. The cage was probably helping to push her fears away and he saw her turn her head slightly and look at his toy bag.

  “Push your ankles through the bars,” Rock said and then amended his statement quickly. “Push your ankles through the outer bars.” Her sigh made him smile again. She wasn’t stupid at all. She had already started to extend her feet through the bars that kept her legs and ankles right next to each other. “Nice try, though, little flower.”

  “Thank you, Master,” Kira mumbled as she gave up control of her legs to Rock. His chuckle made her smile. He needed to be specific in his requests or she would do what she thought was the least compromising position. Being a submissive didn’t mean that she openly spread for anyone that demanded it. There were rules, parameters, and a whole lot of self-respect.

  Rock pulled two leather belts from his bag and secured Kira’s ankles to her thighs with the cage bars for support. When she wiggled against the cage Rock smiled at how available she was. She still felt secure inside her cage from the way that she was testing the straps but as the flush spread through her body he also knew that she was aroused. He could smell her arousal in the air.

  Rock pulled another set of black leather belts from his bag and walked to the front of the cage. “Your hands,” he commanded.

  Kira extended her arms to Rock and waited as he secured her hands to the cage door.

  “Let go of the cage, Kira,” Rock said and when she finally released her grip she swung back on the belt at her waist
. Rock smiled as he checked her arms for any sign of strain. He checked her circulation from the belts by making her move all of her extremities.

  When Rock was satisfied that she was in no danger from the belts, he pulled her forward so her hands, once again, could grab the bars of the cage. There was six inches of wiggle room for his little sub and he was sure that she would try to use it. Using the space to evade him would only increase his pleasure, and hopefully hers as well.

  Rock returned to his bag and pulled out a butterfly vibrator. He secured the straps to Kira’s thighs and made sure that it was positioned directly against her clit. He enjoyed the way that she jumped when he used the remote to start the vibrations and then kept the settings at low, but cycling through random vibrations. She was already moist, aroused, and anticipating. He didn’t want her to be overwhelmed by the vibrator. She would be overwhelmed soon enough.

  Rock reached through the cage and touched Kira’s wet pussy. She moaned softly and Rock growled his approval. He slid two fingers between her folds and he pumped her twice before removing his hand from the cage. She whined softly as the vibrator started on its second cycle.

  Rock pulled the warmed lube from his pocket and drizzled it between Kira’s ass cheeks. She clenched and pulled forward on her wrist restraints just as he had hoped. He slowly undressed, pulled a condom from his bag and applied it to his begging cock. His nuts hung so low and full. He could barely wait to get inside her.

  Rock walked back to the cage and positioned his cock at her clenched hole. She had pulled herself as far forward as she could but he could still reach her without touching the cage and with room to spare.

  “Where are we?” Rock asked.

  “Lemon.” Kira’s answer was immediate.

  “You’ve worn the plugs without complaint, little flower,” Rock said. “Why are we lemons?”

  “You are way bigger than those plugs,” Kira huffed.

  “That I am,” Rock admitted. “Whenever you are ready then…”