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

by Redrae Gunn

  Rock knew that Kira had anticipated that he would force his way inside of her and that wasn’t going to happen. He just waited. So she waited. Then her arms started to shake and so did her legs. As her grip on the cage started to loosen he begin to penetrate her. Just then the vibrator started on another cycle and she groaned then pulled forward again.

  “Breathe out and relax,” Rock said softly.

  When her hands started to shake again she breathed out knowing that it was inevitable. By the way her legs were shaking she was sure that she was going to swing all the way back, be impaled and be in serious pain. She relaxed quickly and was surprised when Rock stepped back with her as she slipped.

  The burning and stretching sensation had Kira panting. She slowed her breathing. It was just the head of his cock that was inside of her. He hadn’t hurt her. Well it did burn and she definitely felt stretched but he hadn’t hurt her. She shook her head. Of course he wasn’t going to hurt her. At least not without telling her that he was administering punishment and so far she had managed to avoid that.

  The pulse of the butterfly increased. It no longer just tickled and felt nice. It was demanding her attention. Evil Master has a remote. Kira pulled forward again and Rock moved with her keeping himself inside her.

  Kira groaned as she realized why he had only given her the six inches of wiggle room. She couldn’t evade him completely. Next time she lost her grip he would be further inside.

  Rock watched Kira glance at the amount of swinging room that she had and chuckled. She wasn’t stupid at all. He could nearly see the lightbulb above her head. The flushing of her entire body was a dead giveaway as well.

  Rock leaned forward and reached through the bars of the cage. He rubbed softly over Kira’s breasts and felt her relax around his cock. He rolled both of her nipples pulling them forward and she let go of the cage to escape the tiny pinch.

  “Breathe please,” Rock said, softly struggling to control the shaking in his voice. He was in. Buried inside her tight hole except for the half-inch bars that separated his thighs from her ass. His balls tightened and his cock demanded that he move but he found the willpower to stay still until he was sure that she was breathing.

  “Where are we, little flower?” Rock asked when her lungs had filled with air.

  “Lemons Master,” Kira said.

  “Why are we lemons?” Rock asked.

  “Because Master, you are still big.” Kira sighed and relaxed a little as she managed to smile. Had he expected her to be oranges or apples? If he would have been smaller, she would still be at limes. She had always liked anal play.

  “Thank you,” Rock said softly as he gripped the cage for support. He had used many devices on subs but never had he done this with a sub in a cage. It was hot as hell. From the minute he had moved the cage in the house he had thought of taking Kira this way and now that it was finally happening he was fighting every ounce of control that he had.

  “I think it’s time to start swinging,” Rock stated and then increased the intensity of the butterfly.

  Kira pulled forward slightly and then fell back. Rock’s grunt of approval made her smile and she relaxed completely pulling forward further and then dropping back onto him. The more his groans filled the room, the more she swung.

  Kira’s head dropped down and she could see Rock’s feet. The sight of seeing him behind her turned her on even more. She tipped further forward and tried to see more of his legs. Oh God, she could see his balls between her legs. He was now thrusting with her and the butterfly was threatening the last of everything.

  “I want to come with you, Master,” Kira said. Her legs shaking as she struggled to hold herself closer to the cage, craving his thrusts and his control.

  Rock leaned forward, thrusting hard. He increased the intensity of the butterfly to the highest setting and continued thrusting.

  “Master Rock?” Kira asked.

  Rock placed one hand between the bars of the cage just above Kira’s head. “When you come for me, little flower, I want you to tell me that you are coming for your Master,” Rock said in short breaths. “Yes, Master,” Kira whined, shaking so badly the front of the cage was rattling.

  “Come. Now. For. Me,” Rock said with the final strokes as his orgasm started to roll the eyes into the back of his head.

  “I am coming for Master Rock,” Kira moaned. The butterfly switched cycles and intensified making Kira scream. “I am coming for Master Rock!” His thrusts slowed and so did the butterfly. She still spasmed and whispered, “I am coming for Master Rock. I am coming for Master Rock.”

  Rock pulled out of her and dumped the condom in the plastic bag he had set by the side of the cage. He pulled a baby wipe from the warmer and started to clean Kira off.

  “It’s warm,” Kira said through her fog. “Thank you, Master.”

  “My pleasure, little flower,” Rock said, nearly choking. He had just restrained her, fucked her ass, tortured her clit with a butterfly and she was thankful for something as simple as a warm cloth. “I am going to release your legs first, then your arms, then lower you to the pad.”

  “Mmm,” Kira managed as she floated somewhere swinging slightly.

  Rock released Kira’s legs quickly. Then her arms. He pulled open the door to the cage and tilted her head up. Heavily lidded eyes tried to focus on him. More than satiated, she appeared in subspace. He suspected that she wasn’t in the deep zone, probably not moderate either. She was just there. Probably lemons.

  Rock unclasped the belt and lowered Kira to the padded bottom. He pulled a big cloth blanket out of his bag. He looked at the blanket. With Kira’s aversion to being touched and her hatred of anything scratchy, his normally soft blankets now looked ominous instead of soft and inviting. He ran to her bathroom, pulled a silk sheet from the top of the linen closet, and ran back to the living room.

  “You have nice legs,” Kira said, smiling sleepily at Rock as he came back into the room. She had crawled out of the cage and was kneeling in front of it.

  Rock’s heart twisted. She had extracted herself from her safety zone and now needed him. Kneeling to his will. Trusting him completely. He threw the silk sheet over her, then the cotton blanket, and scooped her up into his arms. He settled into the recliner and held her tight to his chest as her delicate hand reached from the blanket and stroked his goatee.

  “It’s scratchy and soft,” Kira said dreamily.

  “I have nice legs?” Rock asked.

  “Muscular.” Kira nodded. “Nice booty, too.”

  “Booty.” Rock’s lips twitched in a smile. The way that she was half-stroking and half-scratching his goatee was soothing. He’d never let a sub touch his beard before. His kids, when babies, had clawed at it but the way that she was rubbing it was as if she was discovering facial hair for the first time.

  “Booty and loot. Aye mate.” Kira managed to sound a little like a pirate.

  Rock tried not to adjust Kira’s body too much as it seemed that every time he did she flinched. He had tried to stroke her arm but she had pulled it away. Touch was definitely going to be a trigger. Aftercare from a scene needed to be scripted just like a scene. The scene wouldn’t make any dent on her touching issues if she ended up with touching issues during aftercare.

  “So you are a pirate, little flower?” Rock asked as he tilted his head so she could stroke his goatee at another angle. He was quickly liking this scratching thing she was doing.

  “I can make swords,” Kira said. Her gaze was narrowing but still foggy. “I studied under Masters. Not a Master of me like you are. Master sword makers.”

  Rock didn’t know what to respond to first. Masters of her? Or Master sword makers? His pride glowed as she had told him that he was a Master of her. But the master sword maker needed to be addressed. He had never seen a sword in the shop, the house, or the Quonset.

  “You make swords?” Rock asked.

  “I can,” Kira said, looking sad. “But nobody wants to wait that long or spen
d that much money. It’s not easy. It’s layer, upon layer, upon layer. Welding is easy compared to swords.”

  Rock could see that she was starting to come back to him and he kept his hold on her. He didn’t want her to feel scratched or hurt when she came back to him.

  “I should show you my knives and swords sometime,” Kira said as she smiled dreamily at him. “I have hand guns, grenades, sniper rifles, bows, every weapon imaginable, even axes and sickles.”

  “Why do you have all those weapons?” Rock asked. She didn’t look like a hardcore Marine. He had never seen a weapon in her house aside from the Glock in the drawer beneath the steak knives and he certainly hadn’t seen a mean or fearful streak in her.

  “Zombies,” Kira said and chuckled. “I need to defend against zombies in case of an apocalypse.”

  “Glad I am here then.” Rock laughed fully, unable to contain his amusement. He hoped that he hadn’t jostled her too much. “I was truly worried about zombies taking over the world.”

  “You never know,” Kira said, suddenly serious.

  Rock looked down at her smiling and saw that her eyes were clear. She pulled closer to him, wanting his touch and Rock accepted her need to be close. He would wear her as clothing if he could get away with it. She was so soft and sweet. Her wanting his touch on her body made his heart open further. She was doing what he needed. She was giving herself to him completely.

  Rock carried Kira into the kitchen and sat her in the stool next to the one that he usually sat in. He wrapped the blankets around her and told her to just be still as he fixed her a PB&J sandwich. He set a bottle of water in front of her along with a sliced banana. When a bottom sub spaced on him, he continued the aftercare to include feeding. He didn’t want a sub to drop on him. Ever. He had seen it happen before with other Doms and the feeling of guilt for the Dom had been pretty bad.

  Rock had always felt the need to give aftercare, no matter how light the scene. He wanted to not feel any guilt about forcing his will on another person. He wanted to feel that he had returned the favor and not abandoned the bottom at the end of the scene. It wasn’t just about getting off or having an orgasm. It was about the exchange of power and Rock felt that as the sub ate what he had made, or drank the water he had given her, she was still obeying his will and giving him what he needed.

  “Eat. All of it,” Rock commanded as Kira pushed the banana slices around on her plate.

  “Master, I’m not hungry and I don’t think I can eat all this,” Kira griped as she took a timid bite out of the sandwich and chewed slowly.

  Rock was putting away the peanut butter and was glad he was facing away from her. Had she really just given him the opportunity for punishment? He could easily sit and make her eat it like he had commanded. Or in spirit of a true Master he could leave the room and trust her to eat it as commanded. If she disobeyed, it would be the first time she disobeyed him.

  Rock’s cock throbbed, coming to attention, at all the twisted ways he could punish her without ever touching her. Perhaps his little flower could use a healthy dose of punishment to remind her that there was a reason why he did things the way that he did them. The pulsing in his pants convinced him to present the opportunity. Either way, obedience or defiance, would give him great pleasure.

  “Little flower, will you be okay while I go clean up the living room?” Rock asked, looking into her eyes.

  “Yes, Master,” Kira said. She glanced down at her food again. “I’m not hungry.”

  “You hit subspace,” Rock explained. “You need to replenish your energy so you don’t drop on me. Eat what I have prepared for you. It is exactly what you need and how much you need. When you have finished I will be waiting for you in bed.”

  “Yes, Master.” Kira sighed.

  Rock walked around the island and kissed her temple. He grinned as he walked out of the room. From her reaction to his last command, he couldn’t wait to see if it was obedience or defiance.

  Chapter 11

  Kira woke and stretched. She felt her muscles pull. She groaned as she rolled out of bed and went to use the bathroom. Her arms ached, her calves hurt, and she alternated rubbing the arches of her feet as she relieved her pressurized bladder.

  She turned on the water to brush her teeth and Rock walked in the bathroom. She smiled at him and got no response. He shut off the water without saying a word. He extended his hand, palm up. Kira placed her hand in his and he pulled her out of the bathroom and into the bedroom.

  Kira glanced at the bed. It was made. Her horrible guy jeans were laid out for her to wear, no bra, no panties, and a very ugly sweater.

  “Get dressed,” Rock said.

  Kira dressed quickly, wishing she had brushed her teeth, wishing she could shower, and then Rock pointed to the ugly socks and her ugly boots at the base of the bed. Kira put them on as well and then waited.

  Rock assessed Kira’s mood. She was certainly confused. But she wasn’t depressed or shut off. By the way that she eased into the jeans she was feeling some muscle cramps. Good. He extended his hand and grunted his approval when she placed her hand in his. He could still give approval for her being good and submitting. When she turned her green eyes at him he looked away, remained firm and pulled her down the hallway, through the living room and into the kitchen.

  The first thing Kira noticed was that the food she had thrown away the night before was on the island. She hesitated but Rock’s pull on her arm forced her forward. There was a ball gag on the counter next to the spoiled food and Kira shook her head without realizing it.

  “You do not have permission to speak unless I ask you a direct question,” Rock said, noticing why she was shaking her head. “Or I will use that.”

  Kira nodded her head.

  “It is obvious that I need to babysit,” Rock said firmly. “I had trusted you to eat what I had prepared but it is clear that you don’t want to protect your body or your health as much as I want to protect you. I now have no choice but to treat you like a child.”

  Kira nodded her head.

  “You can now throw away the food and then you will sit at the kid table while I make you breakfast,” Rock said as he pointed to the small table and stool he had pulled into the kitchen. “If you decide to speak without being asked a direct question, whine, or complain about the way I am treating you then I will treat you like a baby.”

  Kira’s eyes went wide as she looked at the ball gag again.

  “I will take away your ability to speak and I will also take away something else,” Rock said as he pulled an adult diaper from the top of the fridge. “If you wanted to act like a baby I will be more than willing to oblige.”

  Kira’s heart dropped. No wonder he hadn’t made her wear underwear. The diaper. No, she was not going to piss her pants like a baby. She cleared the food from the counter and her nose had started to run. She was about to wipe her nose and Rock stopped her.

  “Come here, Kira.” Rock held a tissue in his hand. “Blow.”

  Kira blew her nose into the tissue and felt her heart sink. She had done wrong. So wrong. She wanted to tell Rock how sorry she was but she hadn’t been asked a direct question. She didn’t have permission to speak so she didn’t have permission to apologize. She had no doubt that Rock would make her wear the diaper. She didn’t want to wear the diaper. At all. Even worse than wearing the diaper was the fact that she had disappointed him. He had taken care of her and she had dumped his care in the trash.

  Kira’s nose ran again but the tears didn’t follow. She was so thankful when Rock held the tissue for her to come to him and blow her nose. After she blew her nose, she went to the small table he had set for her as he poured Cheerios on a plate and set it in front of her along with a sliced banana.

  “Good morning peeps,” Carmen said as she opened the basement door. “Fuck, Kira, what did you do?”

  Kira bowed her head to the plate and ate another one of the Cheerios.

  Rock shook his head at Carmen and pointed her to
the third chair at the kitchen island. He didn’t want Carmen to take Kira’s place. He just wanted to finish out the punishment. Kira couldn’t speak to her friend or she would have to wear the diaper. Kira hadn’t needed a Dom. She had needed a Master. That’s what she got. At any time she could call apples and it would be over. But she hadn’t. Rock patted Kira on the head as he walked to the island where Carmen was glaring at him.

  “Kira,” Rock said firmly. “Please tell Carmen why you are being punished.”

  “Rock made me a snack during aftercare but I wasn’t hungry so I threw it away,” Kira said honestly. “I disobeyed his direct order to finish all of it before I came to bed.”

  “That was pretty stupid, Kira,” Carmen admitted. “A Dom can see how much he has taken from you during a scene. Where he has been. In my case, it’s usually where I have welts. I have to trust him during aftercare.”

  Carmen glanced at Rock. “Did she space out?”

  “Kira, you are free to speak with Carmen until commanded to stop,” Rock said.

  “Did you space out?” Carmen asked.

  “No,” Kira said, recalling the night before. “Wait.” She glanced at Rock. “I don’t know. I really don’t know.”

  “You wanted a Master, sweetie,” Carmen said softly. “Don’t you think that after a month he would’ve learned to know what you need without being a dick? He’s not trying to make you fat. What did you throw away?”

  “I feel so bad,” Kira said as she hiccupped back her sob.

  “Enough talk,” Rock said firmly. He didn’t want to hear her apologizing to him because Carmen was in the room and he had given Kira permission to speak with Carmen. That isn’t how this worked. He was enjoying her punishment. He had wished that he would’ve been able to get her into the diaper. Humiliation as punishment would be very effective with Kira.

  “Carmen,” Rock said softly. “Your food is served.” He placed her plate of pancakes on the kitchen island.

  “Can I flip you off?” Carmen asked as she glared at Rock.

  “Is there something wrong with your pancakes?” Rock asked innocently.