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

by Redrae Gunn

  “Completely locked, stocked, and ready to rock,” Kira admitted.

  The walls were lined like a regular gun shop. Rifles, assault weapons, semi-automatic, fully automatic, handguns, grenades, sniper rifles, shotguns, and every other weapon Rock had ever laid his eyes on lined the walls of the vault. Light blue velvet covered the padded holding areas for the guns. On the far end of the vault were throwing knives, bayonet attachments, double sided axes, machetes and other knives and throwing utensils that Rock had never seen. In the center of the vault was an ornate metal stand, no doubt made by Kira. It held what appeared to be samurai swords.

  Rock forgot that this was supposed to be a lesson for Sam and started asking questions. “Are some of these the swords that you have made?”

  Kira nodded her head and pointed to the black and white sheaths.

  “What about the others?” Rock asked, pointing to one that had red symbols running up and down the black sheath.

  “That one was a gift from my Master,” Kira said, reaching out and touching it softly. “My sword Master, that is, not like you, my Master.”

  Rock felt as if there was no one in the room but him and Kira as the memory floated in her eyes and she held his gaze. She had admitted he was her Master, not just a sword Master, which he wasn’t, he was her Master. Body, mind, and soul. The space around him darkened and he could see only Kira. Her eyes had never been greener. Her hair had never looked so soft. Her pulse sounded in his ears. His erection was threatening the integrity of his zipper and he felt a carnal pull to her.

  Dom space. He was in his own. The beast roared and he focused on Kira’s face. He needed to pull up. Pull out. He closed his eyes but the innocent look of her admitting that he was her Master burned into the back of his skull. He breathed in and out slowly. The soft touch of her hand on his forearm made him look down and he forced himself to smile. God, she was so beautiful in her trust. She had come to him and reassured him. Knowing his need, yet knowing he could be out of control at any second. She trusted his control so he managed to maintain it.

  “I’ve never seen your eyes the same color,” Kira said.

  Her soft voice shot through Rock’s heart like one of the weapons in the vault could easily do. Rock focused. “What color are they now?”

  “They are both green,” Kira said softly. “Just like mine.”

  Rock looked at the way Kira was looking at him and he fought that feeling of lust again. His eyes were just like hers. Melting into one, together, combined forever. Rock forced the feeling back. They had other agendas to fulfill tonight and Kira’s need had to be met before his own. He pulled himself from the space and was glad that she still had her hand on his forearm. He needed the connection to her. God, how he needed her.

  “Master,” Kira said softly. “I need you, too.”

  Had he spoken out loud? He must have because the look on Kira’s face was filled with genuine concern.

  Rock pulled Kira into her arms and kissed her. He tangled his fingers in her curly hair and pulled her head back so she opened her mouth further. He kissed her, deeply, softly, pushing against her lips and asking her, forcing her to take more. When she kissed him back, he was pleased. She kissed him back with the passion that he required. Not so much that she appeared needy or obscene, but just enough that told him that she was ready to give him exactly what he commanded her to give him.

  Rock pulled away, regretfully, as the room came back into focus. He hadn’t lost control. He completely remembered where he was and what the goal was. He heard Carmen still explaining some of the equipment to Sam. He turned to Kira and shrugged his shoulders when he saw the questions in her eyes. “Perhaps now you do a demonstration so that we can continue with the evening?”

  “Yes, Master,” Kira said as she locked up the vault.

  Kira motioned for Rock to go ahead of her when they came to the spanking bench. Kira showed Rock the flogger and paddle she had picked up from the table and raised her eyebrows while nodding her head. She was ready to do this.

  Rock moved alongside of Sam and felt Carmen stiffen and pull her hand away from Sam’s when Kira voice sounded off the walls of the Quonset.

  “Carmen, I will see you now,” Kira called.

  Sam’s eyes widened as he looked at Kira. Kira focused only on Carmen.

  Kira motioned for Carmen to get on the spanking bench and then secured her. Checking each extremity for blood flow. When Kira was satisfied she tuned out the others in the room. Here goes nothing.

  Kira went to work.

  Chapter 12

  Kira started at Carmen’s ass landing four light blows on either side. The area became more pink and she started the routine up and then down Carmen’s thighs. It was so easy for Kira to fall into her work mode. She had used Carmen as a demonstration so many times it was as natural as hugging her when she saw her.

  “Fruits,” Kira called.

  “Lime, mis-dress,” Carmen called.

  Kira nodded her head and continued.

  Rock was sure he had misunderstood. Had Carmen called Kira miss-stressed, Ms. Dressed, miss-dressed or Mistress? He wasn’t sure. All would be appropriate to keep both of them in the moment and in the scene. They obviously knew what they were doing so he turned his attention to Sam and started explaining how endorphins work in the body.

  “Why is this turning me on?” Sam asked. “I should be arresting Kira.”

  “Consensual. Remember that Kira asked Carmen to lay across the bench and Carmen did so, willingly. Carmen had asked to be restrained. Plus, sexy turns most everyone on,” Rock said. “Is it that they are two girls? Or because one is beating the other?”

  “I’ve never been turned on by watching two men go at it,” Sam said defensively.

  “I admit,” Rock said, rubbing his goatee. “Watching two men go at it hasn’t been a turn-on for me either but when you see the little man controlling the large man and both of them liking it it’s kind of like cheering for the underdog. I mean right now two women are going at it and we aren’t a part of their world. They are in their own zone. That alone has to be given a little bit of respect. Especially since neither of them are homosexual.”

  Carmen wiggled her ass at Kira.

  Kira walked up to the bench and grabbed Carmen’s hair. “Do you really want me to give you another love tap while Sam is here?”

  “No, mis-dress,” Carmen said, smiling.

  “Then control yourself,” Kira said firmly and continued to flog Carmen.

  Carmen looked over her shoulder at Kira and smiled. Kira grinned back. Kira had just accepted Carmen’s forgiveness and she felt much better. Carmen must’ve understood as well because she relaxed against the bench.

  Rock was explaining to Sam about how you have to warm up the body and not just go full smack on the ass when Kira’s voice called out.

  “Sam, perhaps you’d like the pleasure of marking Carmen,” Kira said loudly.

  Carmen moaned her approval but Sam shook his head.

  “She’s going to come,” Kira said. “Very soon. She likes the mild pain, she likes knowing that you are watching her. If you make her come you will probably fulfill one of her many fantasies.”

  “Fantasies?” Sam asked.

  As Carmen started calling out her fantasies with cops Kira handed a paddle to Sam. Sam took it and walked toward Carmen.

  “You’ll never hurt her with this,” Kira assured him. “Just redden her ass some more and then do whatever it is a man needs to do to get a woman off. Trust me, she will tell you.”

  “I can’t,” Sam said, shaking his head.

  “That’s fine,” Kira said. She understood completely and released Carmen from the restraints and instructed her to get dressed.

  Kira handed Sam a blanket and he cuddled Carmen in his arms. Kira smiled at Sam’s protective nurturing of her best friend. She wasn’t seeing him as an annoying asshole right now.

  Rock laughed when Carmen came back to the world and she glared at Kira.

/>   “You would make a seriously sadistic Domme,” Carmen said.

  Kira just smiled and shrugged her shoulders. Carmen would probably talk Sam into sex later in the night so it was for Carmen’s benefit. Kira usually didn’t play matchmaker, and she certainly tried to make sure that Carmen was rewarded for being used as a demonstration tool, but she usually let one of the clients finish her off. The demonstration had been fun. Withholding was a seriously fun form of punishment.

  “You did seem to get a considerable amount of joy out of that,” Rock whispered in Kira’s ear.

  “It’s punishment for telling me to show Sam what I’ve been hiding,” Kira whispered back, defending herself. “It doesn’t matter that she was right. I can still punish her for being right.”

  “So what you are telling me is that I can punish you for being good?” Rock continued to whisper in Kira’s ear. The shudder that ran through her held only fear. Pity. He would push that more.

  “I’m saying that she forced me to do this,” Kira whispered. “I forced her to wait.”

  Rock nodded his head. Kira had no sexual attraction to Carmen. Love definitely. Fierce loyalty. But no attraction. The more that he was getting to know his little flower the more that she was surprising and pleasing him.

  Back at the house, Kira glanced at Sam. He went to sit at the island in the chair that Kira had come to know as Rock’s place at the island and Kira pointed him one chair over. Sam nodded and looked at Kira. He had been eerily silent since seeing her work in the Quonset.

  “Well it wasn’t drugs,” Kira said to Sam. Carmen had gone to change and Rock was using her bathroom to trim his goatee.

  “I would know how to handle drugs Kira. That shit in there? I have no clue,” Sam said honestly.

  “It’s a lot to take in at once,” Kira admitted. She knew it was overwhelming. Some of her clients had been overwhelmed when they had seen the mixture of devices that had come from her imagination and they had been in the lifestyle for years. “I’m pretty twisted like that. The welding just helps me realize the fantasy.”

  “Damn sewing machine on the dining room table a while back made me think you quilted. But you sew together covers for padding that belongs at the bottom of a cage,” Sam said. The pitch of his voice was raising.

  “I do quilt.” Kira couldn’t help but smile softly at him. She did quilt and he knew it. She donated a quilt to the annual craft fair for the police department every year. Sales from the quilt were donated to help the department. She did the same with the fire department.

  “You’re so normal though,” Sam said. “I mean yeah, there are rumors about what you are hiding, and how you dress like a man. Most people think you are gay.”

  “They do?” Kira was shocked. Her attempt to fit in had never meant to portray her as homosexual.

  “You refuse men’s advances, dress like a man, only have women at your house.” Sam started listing off things and then stopped. He breathed deeply. “I knew you were hiding something but I wasn’t thinking it would be a house of pain.”

  “Not all of those devices are for pain,” Kira said softly. She thought quickly. “Come with me, I will show you.”

  Kira walked into the living room and removed a plant off of a black silk sheet and pulled the sheet off of her cage. “This is my safe zone.”

  “Give me a break.” Sam rolled his eyes.

  “I’m serious. When I get scared, nervous, or just want to think I go in there.” Kira pointed to the cage. She opened the door and crawled inside. She curled into a ball and closed her eyes smiling. “I love it in here. It makes the rest of the world go away.”

  “How can a cage make you feel safe?” Sam scoffed.

  “Probably the same way your badge makes you feel protected,” Kira said. “The star on your chest doesn’t ward off evil, stop bullets, or convince criminals to confess but it makes you feel a sense of duty. In reality, it’s just a metal star.”

  “The gun does that, too,” Sam said smiling.

  “Well the padding in the cage helps me, too.” Kira laughed a little as Sam relaxed. “If you knew all the fantasies Carmen has had about cops it would make you blush. Does she really want it to happen in real life? No. It’s a fantasy. So in the BDSM world she feels safe to live out those fantasies.”

  “Living out fantasies?” Sam asked.

  “Well no woman really wants to get tied down and raped,” Kira said. She shuddered. The thought was terrible. “But what if she trusted the person that was tying her down and taking her? That’s another story.”

  “What if he goes too far?” Sam asked.

  “There are safe words and a Dominant worth anything would know that it was too much.” Kira tried to explain but she really didn’t know how Rock knew when she was at her limit. She hadn’t had to use her safe word yet. He’d always just known when to slow down. “That might be something that you want to ask Rock. I’m not a Dominant.”

  “I’m going to need a list of vocabulary terms,” Sam said.

  Rock laughed as he came down the hallway. “That is a normal reaction.” He smiled at Kira and nodded to the hallway. It was her turn to get ready. Rock covered Kira’s cage and then went into the kitchen motioning for Sam to follow him.

  “So are you Kira’s Dominant?” Sam asked Rock.

  “I wasn’t planning on it when I was looking for a place to rent. I prefer her to call me Master,” Rock replied. Kira had been honest with Sam so he would be as well.

  “Master? That’s a little excessive isn’t it?”

  “It’s what I prefer,” Rock said shrugging his shoulders. “I think that sometimes Kira finds me to be a little excessive in my dominance but she needs that and she likes that. Everyone is different. In public she will usually refer to me as Sir.”

  “Well I like being called Sir, too,” Sam said. “It’s respectful. But that doesn’t mean I go around smacking women with paddles or stuffing them in cages.”

  “Any good submissive will be respectful until you make her forget herself.” Rock smirked and chuckled. “It’s like any marriage. It takes work. Give and take. Trust and commitment to see the goal fulfilled. But it also usually has expectations laid out beforehand, unlike a marriage. As far as the paddling goes, I’ve never spanked Kira. A smack on the butt when she walks by but I’ve never hit her. It’s not really her thing.”

  “Is it your type of thing?” Sam asked raising his eyebrows.

  Rock rubbed his goatee. It wasn’t really his type of thing. He would do it just to get some arousal out of a sub but he liked the willingness to serve him. The willingness of a submissive to please him. That’s what really did it for him. “It’s not really my thing either,” Rock said finally.

  When Kira and Carmen were finally ready, the couples left the house. Rock had his truck warmed and waiting. He opened the door for Kira and she hopped into the back seat. He noticed that Sam instinctively did the same thing for Carmen. It was a good start.

  “So where are we going?” Carmen asked.

  “You didn’t tell them?” Sam asked Rock.

  “You’ll find that surprise is good, too,” Rock said. He loved teaching new Doms. He had been an instructor in Texas for a short period of time. “It heightens the senses and makes them stay in the moment. We could be taking them to a café for coffee and they wouldn’t care because they don’t know what to expect. Either way they are excited because they don’t know what to expect.”

  Sam glanced back at Kira who was sitting behind Rock. Kira smiled at him and shrugged her shoulders. She met Rock’s gaze in the rearview mirror and smiled wider, blushing. He never told her what he was going to do unless it was punishment. It did help her stay in the moment. It helped her mind from wandering off somewhere. It also kept her tuned to him at all times.

  Rock glanced at Carmen. She had the same look of ease in her eyes that Kira had. Rock saw Sam glance at Carmen and then face forward again. Sam had an expression on his face that was confused but also wondering about ho
w such a simple thing as anticipation could make both of the women so content.

  When Rock pulled into the Four Bears Casino, Carmen squealed.

  Kira looked over at her friend. When Kira saw Carmen’s excitement she couldn’t help but smile too. The casino was completely unexpected and Kira grinned. It was, after all, the only place within a hundred miles of her farm that would have any type of entertainment on New Year’s Eve. Kira’s heart tightened as she glanced at the back of Rock’s head. Of course he would’ve given her the best that he could find this far away from a major metropolis. Usually dismal, the place actually looked packed. This could be fun.

  Rock exchanged words with Sam and then he led the women into the main lobby and to the Bison Room where he told the hostess of his reservation. After a short wait, they were led to a table. Sam joined them. When Rock ordered for himself and Kira, Sam quickly recovered and ordered for him and Carmen.

  Kira glanced at Rock as he sipped his beer. They still had to get home. She wondered if she should take it easy on the wine that he had ordered for her.

  “Tsk, tsk, little flower,” Rock said he watched Kira watch him have his drink.

  Kira looked at Rock. Then she glanced at Sam. He was having a beer as well. Sam wouldn’t drink and drive. Neither would Rock. It was his license, his career. Kira scolded herself for not trusting that Rock would’ve thought of everything. Damn it. She had wanted a Master and now she had one. Place all your control into the hands that are attached to those big shoulders. She smiled at Rock, giving up control, and felt much better.

  “Now that’s my good girl.” Rock took another sip on his beer.

  * * * *

  Kira was at the poker table. She’d tripled her winnings at the blackjack table and poker was proving to be just as good. As the stack of chips in front of her increased so did the number of people standing behind her. Not to mention that she had now drawn the attention of both the big boss and a security guard. I’m a Marine. We gamble when we aren’t getting shot at. Kira smiled as she collected the next pot. Full house. Hoo-Raw.