Playing Jax [Wylde Shore 2] (Siren Publishing Classic)

by Jan Graham

  Anything’s possible. He stared at the stairwell leading upstairs. If he tried to maneuver the pieces himself he’d end up scratching the shit out of the wall. He didn’t want to ask Daniel or Christian for help. There’d be too many questions. Angel would find out and bug him about Rhia and offer to talk to her. God knows Rhia already relied on Angel’s advice where he was concerned. The little game Angel and she had played to get him to take Rhia to his bed was testament enough to the need for secrecy in relation to his dungeon plans.

  He wondered how Cal’s black eye was healing. It was probably barely visible by now. Still, despite the apology case of beer he’d sent his friend which should ensure help to outfit a dungeon, Cal was away working this weekend.

  Barry was out of the question. Not only was he not involved in the lifestyle, he’d made it perfectly clear he didn’t want him introducing Rhia to anything kinky. That left one man.

  Steve glanced at his watch. Zane was a night owl. Eight a.m. was like a normal person’s midnight for him.

  “Hey, buddy, feel like spending a day in the country?” Steve listened as Zane swore and cursed at him through the mobile. Zane didn’t wake in the best of moods, but he’d get over it. After a brief explanation of what Steve needed, Zane was on his way. Unless he went back to sleep believing the whole conversation had been a dream, his friend would arrive in a couple of hours. He dragged the spanking bench and love swing out of the storage room and started cleaning them, along with the cross.

  What will you think of this, Rhia? He stared at the cross thoughtfully. Will I take a step closer to hell if I cuff an ex-nun to that and give her a flogging? He hoped she didn’t think it was sacrilegious. It wasn’t like he treated the cross with disrespect. He had a lot of respect for this piece of equipment. He’d made it himself. As for the religious ramifications? He didn’t really care, unless Rhia felt strongly about the issue. He’d never been a religious man, even though he did enjoy making a woman call out to God when he had the opportunity.

  Steve heard Zane’s bike before his friend was anywhere near the house. He put down his tools and made his way to the kitchen. Zane would need a coffee to pep him up. So did Steve after the night he’d spent with Rhia. They’d woken early because Rhia had to go into the city with Meg and Angel. He shuddered to think what the three of them were getting up to. He knew he’d find out when they returned, which wouldn’t be until late in the evening.

  The rumble of the bike shut off as Steve made his way to the door. He watched Zane unload two large backpacks from the side-bags of the bike. The man looked like he was coming to stay for a week.

  “Sorry I took so long. I had to stop at the club for supplies.”

  It was only then that Steve noticed the smaller backpack his friend wore.

  “Have you decided to move in?” Steve gestured to the luggage.

  “I could never live in the bush. I don’t like bugs,” Zane joked as he mounted the stairs two at a time. “I also prefer the anonymity of the city. I’m just another face in the city, but out here…I’d stick out like a dog’s balls. Besides I’d never sleep out here. It’s too quiet.”

  Zane followed Steve into the house and started unloading his treasure trove of bits and pieces onto the dining table. There were chains, pulleys, ropes, wall and ceiling hooks, and brackets.

  “Are you planning on torturing me at some stage throughout the day?” Steve placed the coffees down on the table. Zane sorted through the items, clumping them together into what appeared to be sets.

  “Not unless you beg me to, darling.” Zane laughed at his own joke. “I thought you might need a few new things. They do say variety is the spice of life. So, you have a suspension system. It’s the one we use in the performance space at the club. You can never have too many heavy duty D-rings on the walls plus a hanging system for your tools of trade. And speaking of tools, I want you to test this out for me, and one for the Shore brothers as well.”

  Steve pick up one of the heavy-weight steel-handle floggers Zane had placed on the table. It was a well-crafted item, nicely weighted. He wasn’t sure about the steel handle, despite its potential to aid in some form of penetration with a willing submissive. He’d no doubt test it out at some point with Rhia, if she was willing.

  Although that may be sometime in the future, and only if she was as willing to be trained as she said she was. Still there was a huge difference in asking to be spanked and consenting to be bound and flogged. Time would tell, and he’d make sure he gave Rhia plenty of time.

  “What made you decide now is the time to set up the dungeon?” Zane asked as he sipped his coffee.

  “It’s time. I may have found a woman who meets my needs.” He wanted to wipe the twisted smile of his friend’s face.

  “So you’re fucking the nun, good for you. When will you start her training?”

  “She shows promise, but the only thing she’s actually asked for is a spanking. That’s a far cry from some of the things I enjoy doing. Let’s just say I’m undertaking cautious preparations. It will be a while before I invite Rhia into the dungeon. She needs time to make her decision.” Steve placed the flogger back on the table. “She is showing interest, but I won’t make a serious move till I’m convinced she’s truly ready. Asking to be spanked isn’t going to get her one.”

  “So you’re taking the Driving Miss Daisy approach to training your new sub?” Zane’s expression became thoughtful. “If I know one thing about women it’s this…they want what they want when they want it. Even the little submissive creatures we love so much have that personality trait. Make sure the slow drive you’re taking doesn’t force your heart’s desire to seek out someone else to experiment with.”

  Steve understood what Zane was saying, but Rhia wouldn’t look for anyone else. If he was confident in one thing, it was that Rhia was his and no one else’s. She wouldn’t trust anyone else to bring her into the world of BDSM. Zane’s statement did cause another concern to rise in his mind. He’d been the only man Rhia had slept with. Over the last few days Steve had begun to wonder if she’d become curious about what sex was like with another man. He’d pushed the thought out of his mind on many occasions.

  He stared at his friend who had walked into the kitchen to grab the coffee pot. Maybe he should prepare for the inevitable curiosity Rhia would have about men. If she was going to experiment with anyone else sexually then, as her Dom, Steve should see to that need.

  When did you decide you were her Dom? Steve moved restlessly in his seat as the question echoed through his mind.

  “If Rhia’s interested, I might like to bring a third into our dynamic at some stage. Would you be available?” As Steve wiped the coffee splatter from his face, he decided he should have phrased the question differently, perhaps eased into the conversation rather than just asking the question outright.

  “You don’t share. Children raised without siblings don’t learn that skill.” Zane coughed to clear his throat.

  “I’m not an only child anymore, and I’m a realist. There aren’t many women who wouldn’t wonder if they got a good deal with the only man they’ve ever fucked. If Rhia needs to know how I compare then I want to orchestrate it. I want to be the one to oversee what happens.”

  “You never cease to amaze me.” Zane smiled. “However, shouldn’t you ask someone less awe-inspiring to take on the duty? I mean, I’d hate to make you look bad.”

  “You won’t make me look bad, Zane. Why do you think I chose you? Now bring those muscles down to the garage, and let’s get this dungeon set up.”

  * * * *

  “Are you sure this is what you want, Rhia?” Meg had been in a nervous state since they’d arrived at the club.

  “Yes, now stop distracting Angel and let her do it.” Rhia was over her sister’s apprehension. They’d already had this discussion at the coffee shop. She wasn’t changing her mind. How would she know if she liked something if no one was willing to let her see what it was like.

  “But I
told you Rhia, I’m not the one who usually does this side of things.” Now Angel sounded apprehensive.

  They’d booked the room for four hours. It was costing Rhia a fortune, and all they had done so far was talk. The Dungeon was nothing like she’d expected. It was just like a real club, well sort of. She’d expected it to be dark and dingy, with an edge of sleaze. Of course they were here in the middle of the day, not at night when it might be different.

  “Okay, let’s all have a break and then start again, because this isn’t working.” Rhia sat down on one of the pieces of furniture in the private playroom and looked around. There was a big wooden cross angled against the wall. Well, it was more like an X than a religious cross. Not that it mattered to her, she’d left England so disillusioned with the church and all its paraphernalia she now considered herself without faith. The other piece of equipment was a leather-covered sawhorse that Angel called a spanking bench. Obviously people could adapt anything to become a piece of furniture if they lived a BDSM lifestyle. After all, Meg was sprawled out on a large, leather-covered vaulting horse.

  There were shelves of wrist and ankle cuffs, and one section of the wall had floggers, canes, crops and other paraphernalia hanging from it. She didn’t recognize it all, and some of it looked scary. Angel sat cross-legged on the floor, leaning against the wall not far from the thing Meg was lying on. She tapped a black rattan cane on the floor in front of her.

  “Maybe we were being a little ambitious when we booked the room for four hours.” Angel sighed. “We should have organized for Zane to be here. I just assumed he lived on the premises. He’s been here every other time I’ve come in.”

  “I don’t want anyone to know we’re doing this, Angel. What if it gets back to Steve?” Rhia stated anxiously.

  “Yeah, what if it gets back to Daniel and Christian?” Angel seemed excited by the prospect rather than worried. “My ass would be red for a week.”

  “What if it got back to anyone? I don’t want anyone to know I’m here, let alone being party to this insanity.” Meg didn’t seem surprised when the knock sounded on the door. She walked over to answer it, picking up her wallet on the way.

  Rhia stared in horror at the huge man standing there holding a pizza box. He bore a striking resemblance to the Incredible Hulk. His eyes were mere slits as he glared at Meg.

  “How much do we owe you?” Meg didn’t seem fazed by the intimidating bouncer before her.

  “I’m not paid to be a friggin’ pizza delivery boy.” The man thrust the box toward Meg.

  “I don’t know.” Meg replied, giving the hulk a wide, friendly smile. “I think one of those nice little delivery boy outfits would look darn cute on you.”

  The hulk stared at the twenty-dollar note Meg thrust into his hand. His gazed lifted to her body as he eyed her up and down.

  “You bring the delivery boy outfit next time you visit, and I’ll get us a private room.” He stalked away, leaving Meg standing in the doorway with a dumbfounded look on her face.

  “I’m telling Barry. He just asked you on a date.” Angel laughed as Meg slowly closed the door.

  “I’m telling the brothers and Steve that you dragged us here and beat Rhia,” Meg countered.

  “I’m telling the both of you to shut up and eat the pizza,” Rhia snapped.

  What a mess. She couldn’t understand why Steve seemed so reluctant to teach her about BDSM. Angel was helpful but reluctant to use any of the equipment on her. She couldn’t spank, flog, or cane herself. Meg had no idea what to do with any of the equipment in the room. Their planned day of lesson 101 in submission was turning into a disaster.

  At least the pizza was nice, and it seemed to inspire Angel. Her suggestion for the remainder of the time in the playroom was to start Rhia off slowly by teaching her about the different restraints, letting her try them out, and then move on to the bigger stuff. Rhia assumed the bigger stuff would be having her bottom paddled or caned.

  Rhia started to become impatient. Angel had shown her how to present herself to a Dom, how to walk with her feet shackled and the different ways to position a spreader bar. She cuffed her wrists and ankles to nearly ever large piece of furniture in the room as well as the wall.

  Angel couldn’t get the pulley system to work, not that Rhia minded. She really didn’t want to be hung in the air like a wet towel. Rhia had been gagged and worn different hoods and masks. All of it was interesting, but she didn’t feel aroused at all. Maybe she wasn’t a submissive?

  The only time she had a hint of arousal was when Angel talked about the floggers. Rhia imagined one in Steve’s hand as she bowed before him. She’d closed her eyes to enhance the visual effect, and to her surprise her body reacted. Her pussy began to fill with warmth, and she experienced the tingle that always preceded the arousing ache and her nipples hardened beneath her clothes. Was it just the thought of Steve? Or was it the flogger in Steve’s hand, preparing to punish her for a wrongdoing that she was responding to?

  “Damn it, Angel, just cane me so I can see if I like it.” Rhia thrust a cane into Angel’s hand and bent over the large vault where Meg was once again sitting. “Here, hold my hands in case it hurts.”

  “I expect it will hurt. Not that you’ll feel it properly through those jeans. The denim will dull the blow. You need to take your jeans off,” Meg instructed.

  “She’s right, but it’s better to leave them on, so I don’t mark you,” Angel advised.

  Rhia stared between the two women as they discussed the pros and cons of denim or no denim. She made the decision for herself and for them.

  “We’ll compromise. Jeans off, panties on.” Rhia lowered her jeans so they rested at her thighs and once again positioned herself holding onto her sister’s hand.

  Angel moved behind her. Rhia braced herself only to feel a few light taps of the cane against her bottom. “Don’t just pat me, Angel. Let me have it, don’t hold back.”

  She braced herself for the hit.

  “Daniel always does this tapping before he canes me. It builds my anticipation and gets me all horny,” Angel stated.

  “Well, the only thing it’s building in me is annoyance. Now cane me, darn it.”

  Rhia fell to her knees, pulling Meg forward on the bench and nearly toppling her off. It was lucky that the rooms were soundproof because the scream that exploded from Rhia’s mouth was so loud Meg and Angel reached to cover their ears. Tears ran down Rhia’s face and she gasped for breath. How did a scream that loud come out of her when she had no air left in her lungs?

  “Oh God, I’m so sorry, but you said don’t hold back.” Angel was next to her. Rhia had seen her drop the cane on the ground as she’d crumbled to the floor. “Let me see if there’s a mark.”

  Rhia rolled over and eased her panties down so the two women could inspect her cheek. Their combined gasps told her she had a mark. Her sister’s actions confirmed it was a bad one.

  “Shit, I’ll go get ice.” Meg ran from the room.

  “What’s it look like?” She nearly didn’t want to ask, but curiosity had gotten the better of her.

  “Well, there’s a welt about an inch wide, no wait…it’s getting wider. It’s bright red, and it’s darkening around the edges, so you’ll have a bruise. No, wait…you have a bruise, and it will probably get a lot darker.” Angel gently touched the mark on Rhia’s ass, causing Rhia to flinch. Who knew Angel could hit so hard?

  To make matters worse, Meg came bursting back into the room, followed by the Incredible Hulk. He insisted on inspecting the injury. The embarrassment of having a stranger look at her bare bottom was almost too much to bear. He didn’t touch her, thank goodness but when the flash went off, she almost wanted to cry. The pain was nothing compared to the humiliation she experienced. She had to leave her name and other details, as did Angel in case there were repercussions for the club.

  She lay on the floor pressing the bag of ice onto her left cheek. If Angel could hit that hard, imagine what Steve would do. It wasn�
��t the least bit arousing, not like when Steve pinched her nipples. Maybe Angel hadn’t done it correctly.

  “Are you nearly finished, you big oaf? And who gets to see that picture of my sister’s bum?” Meg questioned the hulk angrily.

  “We’re finished when the form is filled out and I’m convinced your sister is okay, Madam.”

  Rhia noticed the hulk watching Meg as she fussed over her. He had a similar look to the one Steve got when Rhia and he were…oh no, did the hulk have a thing for Meg? Surely not? He handed Rhia the injury report to sign and then lifted the bag of ice.

  “You should be okay now, little sister.” He slapped her ass before standing to his feet. “It’s only a flesh wound.”

  Meg was up and on her feet within seconds. She slapped him on the chest as she yelled at him for being so inconsiderate, berating him for aggravating the injury. As Angel helped Rhia to her feet so she could pull up her jeans, they watched the interaction with growing amusement. The hulk was smiling, his eyes narrowed on Meg, a euphoric look on his face.

  “Well, what do you have to say for yourself?” Meg asked once her verbal tirade had ended.

  “Tell me what night you’ll be back here so I can have that uniform ready. You can hit me, beat me, and whip me to your heart’s content, Madam. I promise to please you in return.” He handed her a card.

  “You filthy beast, if you think I’d do anything to you then you have a mind the size of a pea and probably the penis to boot.” Meg folded her arms and stared at him indignantly. Rhia watched as the hulk shuddered and let out a low groan. Meg stood her ground as the hulk leaned in toward her despite her angry stare.

  “Thank you, Madam.” He quickly kissed her cheek before leaving the room. Meg stood perfectly still and stared at the card in her hand. She turned to Angel with a puzzled look on her face.

  “What the hell was that about?” she asked.

  “I think we just ascertained that the hulk is a submissive who gains pleasure from being berated by a Mistress.” Angel replied.