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

by Jan Graham

  “Tell me again, Rhia, why the step? The chairs would have been more comfortable, and the door was open if you’d cared to try it. Either option would have provided you with more comfort. Why did you sit on the step?”

  Her back pressed against the foyer wall, and she heard the door slam shut. Steve stood in front of her, still holding her between the legs, taking hold of both her hands in one of his and raising them above her head, pinning her in place. “Answer me.”

  “You told me to.” As she gasped her answer his fingers moved under the crotch of her panties and slipped between her pussy lips.

  “Why are you so wet? Tell me, quickly.” His fingers went inside her.

  “You. I like it when you command me. I get wet when you tell me what to do, when you do this…” He thrust his fingers gently in and out of her pussy. She thought he was leaning in to kiss her, but instead he moved his mouth next to her ear.

  “And do you know what this is, Rhia? Do you know what’s happening right now?” His voice was deep, low, and sensual. It seemed like he was talking directly inside her head. She couldn’t speak. She was on the verge of coming. If he just moved his fingers a bit fast, a bit deeper. She shook her head. No, she didn’t completely understand what this was, but whatever it was she wanted more of it. “I’m being your Dom. I’m treating you like you’re my sub. Is that what you want, Rhia?”

  Rhia didn’t know if she verbalized the yes screaming through her head or whether she just nodded. His fingers thrust into her hard and faster. His lips brushed her forehead in a loving kiss.

  “Good girl, that’s my good girl…now come.”

  The world shattered around her. The only thing holding her up was Steve. His hand remained locked around her wrists pinning them to the wall, and his body pressed against the front of hers as his fingers drove into her. He didn’t let her stop at one release. He totally controlled her body, drowning her in pleasure. He gave it, and Rhia knew he could take it away. She could hear his voice, deep and commanding. As the second wave of intensity rushed through her system, his words filled her mind.

  “Keep enjoying your reward, sweetheart. Come for me again, baby, that’s it.”

  Her eyes focused on his face as the orgasm subsided. “If you want to be my sub, Rhia, you only have to remember one thing. Good girls get to come.”

  He lowered her arms and walked her toward the sofa, pulling her down onto his knee as he sat. His hardened cock pressed into her bottom.

  “Do I need to know what bad girls get?” she asked, trying to catch her breath.

  He smiled at her wickedly as he answered. “Bad girls get punished, but that’s a different lesson.”

  Chapter Twenty-One

  I like it when you command me. I get wet when you tell me what to do, when you do this…

  Steve took the statement as final confirmation that Rhia’s willingness to be submissive originated from her need to be dominated rather than just being something he wanted her to do. He’d watched her reactions as she sat on the steps, saw the pleading look in her eyes as she explained why arriving at the house, and him not being there, had disappointed her. He couldn’t deny her interest to explore the world he offered any longer.

  Rhia might not have known the exact words to describe what she liked—when you do this wasn’t exactly a perfect description of being dominated—but he knew the intent in her words. Zane was correct in his assessment of her. He’d told Steve Rhia would make an excellent submissive for the right man, and in his friend’s opinion, Steve was that man. When he’d agreed to think carefully about what Zane had said, he didn’t like his friend’s response. If Steve didn’t begin training Rhia soon, then Zane would. That was all well and good, but there was something Zane didn’t understand. Steve wasn’t just taking it slow for Rhia’s sake alone. He was taking it slow for himself as well.

  “So is that the only lesson I’m getting tonight, that if I’m good I get to come?” Rhia wiggled on his lap. The sexy little imp knew he was hard. She’d actually moved so his covered erection now pressed purposely between her ass cheeks.

  “Possibly, but I make no promises.” Steve lifted her off his lap. If she kept squirming around, clenching her cheeks against his hardness, he’d fuck her. Not that he wouldn’t end up inside her by the end of the evening, that was a given. In the meantime, he had a few topics to cover before they headed to bed.

  He was certain she would have questions, too. He headed into the kitchen with Rhia hot on his tail. Steve noticed her pulling her skirt back down into position. That wouldn’t do, he wanted better access to her than the tight skirt and business shirt supplied. He quickly went to the bedroom and returned with one of his T-shirts.

  “I’d like you to change into this,” he said, handing her the shirt. “You can leave your underwear on, but the outer work clothes go.”

  Rhia moved to the other side of the breakfast bar and began to undress. She removed her skirt and folded it neatly, placing it on the end of the sofa. Her shirt was next, again folded neatly and placed on top of the skirt. She removed her shoes and placed them on the floor, next to the sofa. She was so sexy. Her bra matched her panties, the ones she’d agreed to wear because he liked the style of them. They sat at the upper edge of her hip, the boy leg design covering her ass nearly completely. The bit they didn’t cover was the lower edge of each rounded globe. Damn, they were a tantalizing garment on a woman. He wanted to caress the exposed curve of her butt, slip his fingers under the lower seam and gently raise the leg so each cheek slowly came into view. They were the perfect wrapping for the gift hidden beneath then.

  “Really?” Rhia held up the T-shirt with a horrified look on her face. “You want me in this because it’ll look better than what I was wearing?

  He hadn’t looked at which shirt he’d pulled out of his drawer. Hindsight would dictate it might not have been the best choice. The black shirt sported a picture of Angus Young, devil horns on his head, flames leaping up around his body, along with some of the lyrics and name of one of his favorite AC/DC song.

  “What? I’m an AC/DC fan.” Steve saw the irony of the shirt he’d picked. He tried not to laugh. His mirth was a combination of the look on Rhia’s face and the design of the shirt.

  “But really…Highway to Hell? I might not be a nun anymore but…really?” When he didn’t reply, she made a slight humph sound and proceeded to pull the shirt over her head.

  She looked like she belonged in his clothes. The shirt sat just at the top of her thighs. It was too big, of course. Still, she looked adorable, especially when he asked her to get something from the pantry or cupboard. The potatoes, bottom shelf, left-hand side, toward the back. Bend over, slow twist to the side, slight stretch…the flash of white panties as she moved was delightful. The Asian noodles, second top shelf, behind the regular pasta. Arm stretched upward, stand on tips of toes, slightly angled forward…another delicious view. He was definitely an ass man when it came to Rhia.

  “You’re making me get all this stuff so you can check out my ass, aren’t you?” The question came as she bent forward to retrieve the Asian greens from the vegetable crisper.

  “How did you guess?” He chuckled his answer. “What gave me away?”

  “You seem to be able to collect anything that doesn’t require bending or stretching.” She threw the vegetables at his chest and walked around to sit down at the breakfast bar. “I need to show you my bottom after dinner.”

  He looked up from the wok, unsure of why she would make a statement like that.

  “I’m more than happy to look at your bottom anytime you like.” He thought it was amusing that she didn’t swear or curse much. He understood why, but still it added to her sweetness and innocent charm. He said fuck. She said darn. He loved to be inside her cunt. She loved the way he filled her vagina. If she felt daring she’d say her pussy. It amazed him how different they were and yet how easily they fit together.

  “Show me now.” He continued to add ingredients to the w
ok, and then cut the heat once the stir-fry was ready. “I need that serving bowl.”

  She made a little sound of annoyance and walked over to where the bowl perched on the top of the cupboard. As she stretch up to retrieve the dish, Steve took a good look at her panty-covered rear. What the hell did she think he needed to see that he hadn’t observed before? If she was going to try and tell him her butt was fat, he’d put a stop to that in an instant. Her backside was the most perfectly spankable and lusciously fuckable bum he’d seen in years. As he carried the food to the table he noticed her bump against the corner of the breakfast bar. Her gasp didn’t really bother him, it may simply indicate surprise, but the grimace that filled her face was a different matter.

  “What are you doing?” Rhia tried to pull away from him as he pulled her toward him. Turning her around, he swiftly lowered her pants. The mark on her cheek had begun to fade, but it still looked nasty. If the grimace was any indication, it was still sore to the touch. He laid his palm against the mark and tried to control his rising anger. Who the hell would have the audacity to cane a novice like that? He hadn’t seen her for most of the weekend, so the wound was at the least two days old. He pulled her panties back into place and ushered her to her seat at the table.

  “Tell me.” He knew if he tried to form a more complete sentence the anger would show in his voice.

  Not that he was angry with her, he was angry with himself. If he’d given her a spanking last week maybe she wouldn’t be sitting in front of him with a vicious-looking cane mark that ran the width of her butt cheek. Rhia explained what happened. Angel should have known better, and Meg—the fact she’d allowed such a field trip—astounded him. He thought they all had more sense. He realized Zane must have known about the incident by the time he’d left yesterday. It made perfect sense now, but at the time he thought Zane was being melodramatic.

  If you continue to deny her need to at least see if this is a lifestyle she’s interested in, then she’ll end up doing something about it herself. When she gets hurt because of your stubbornness, you’ll never forgive yourself.

  Steve shook his head in disbelief. She had been injured, but at least it wasn’t serious. The bruising was deep into the tissue, though, so it must have hurt like hell. Angel wasn’t a big girl, but she could hit with force if she decided to, and she had no idea of her own strength. Steve knew that from firsthand experience.

  “It wasn’t Angel’s fault I asked her to hit me hard.” Rhia frowned. “Please don’t be angry with her…or me.”

  “Angel should have known better. But I’m not blaming either of you. I am annoyed though, mainly with myself. I don’t like the idea that you were hurt.”

  Rhia looked forlorn. “I’m sorry.”

  “I understand it’s no one’s fault. It was a careless experiment gone bad. What I don’t understand is why you didn’t tell me. You hid for the last two days. You lied to me. I’m disappointed in you.” He was still annoyed, but the anger was rapidly conceding defeat to the disappointment he felt. He believed she trusted him.

  “I didn’t mean to disappoint you. I know it was a silly thing to do, but I just wanted to know if I liked it. Which, in case you’re wondering, I didn’t. It really hurt.” Steve wasn’t sure if the moisture that filled her eyes was from the memory of how painful the caning had been or the fact he’d expressed his displeasure in her.

  He looked at the stir-fry waiting to be served. He’d reheat it later. He picked up the bowl of food, took Rhia by the hand and walked into the kitchen. Once the food was safely in the fridge he walked her down the hall.

  “I have something to show you, a surprise of sorts. It’s why Zane spent the weekend here.”

  Rhia blinked back the threatening tears as he led her into the room. He sat in the big leather chair in the corner of the room and patted his lap, indicating for her to sit on his knee.

  “You have a dungeon room?” Her voice contained an element of surprise. “This used to be empty.”

  “I set it up on the weekend. I put everything in storage when I moved here after Kathy died.”

  Rhia glanced around the room as he spoke. He followed her gaze. She eyed the spanking bench in the corner, the St. Andrew’s cross, the hanging space in between the two where he’d placed his floggers, paddles and straps. She frowned when she saw the shelf with its myriad of colored ropes, leather wrist and ankle cuffs, and gags. Her eyes stilled as she noticed the umbrella holder that housed his canes and crops. The sex swing made her eyes sparkle, this time with excitement rather than tears. And, if the look of confusion on her face when she glanced at the ceiling was any indication, it appeared she didn’t really understand the series of bolts and pulley’s that formed the suspension system Zane had installed.

  “You have a lot of floggers.” She rested her head against his shoulder. “What if I like being told what to do, but I don’t like the other stuff?”

  “I have lots of floggers because that’s my weapon of choice. As for what you like and don’t like, we’ll find out as time progresses.” He stroked his hand over the soft flesh of her thigh. “BDSM is a combination of things. It’s not a requirement to like everything. It’s as individual as the people who practice it.”

  “The cane really hurt.”

  “Of course it did. For a start, Angel hit you too hard. The whole pleasure from pain dynamic can be affected by lots of different factors…your level of arousal, how high your threshold for pain is, your mood. A person’s tolerance for pain can increase as they become more accustomed to experiencing it. How I spank you tonight will undoubtedly be softer than say, in twelve months’ time. It’s a case of slowly building up the severity, and even then, each person’s limit remains different.”

  Rhia sat upright as he spoke and looked at him. The expression of horror on her face indicated she’d heard exactly what he’d just said. “You’re going to spank me tonight?”

  “Of course. You lied to me about babysitting, you tried to cover up the fact you’d been caned, you hid from me, and you showed a lack of trust in me by doing so.” He kept his tone low and firm. “The only concession I’m willing to make in relation to the punishment is I won’t smack your injured cheek. Is there anything else I should know about before the punishment commences?” Steve eased his hands under the T-shirt, raised it over her head and let it fall to the floor.

  “Well, actually there is something else I did. I umm…I kissed Zane.” The last few words spilled out in quick succession, showing her nervousness at admitting to the deed. Luckily, Steve was prepared for the confession.

  “I know. He explained what happened when we spoke last night.” He lifted his hand to caress her cheek, his thumb stroking against her soft lips. “Thank you for being honest and mentioning it to me as well.”

  “I hope you didn’t hit him like you did Cal.” Her expression showed an element of concern.

  “Are you kidding? That man’s head’s harder than a slab of cement.” He smiled at the giggle his comment elicited. “Did you like the kiss?” Steve knew the answer to the question before he asked. If nothing else, Zane was an honest man. He didn’t believe in keeping secrets. If Zane could sense the attraction the two of them had, then Rhia would be aware of it as well. The nod of her head and the guilty confusion in her expression confirmed it. He pulled her toward him and kissed her tenderly.

  “I’m not going to punish you for a kiss that was unintentional.” He spoke the words against her lips in an attempt to reassure her. “In fact, because you told me the truth, a reward might be in order.”

  “Oh, okay.” She smiled, but embarrassment reflected on her face. “I guess that sounds fair.”

  “Baby, don’t be concerned about liking Zane. You will meet other men you’re attracted to. It’s what you do about the attraction that matters. There is no reason to feel guilty or embarrassed because Zane turned you on.”

  “I want you to be the only man who arouses me.”

  “I am the only man who’s allo
wed to arouse you.” He unclipped her bra and pulled it away from her body. Her nipples were peaked. They budded tighter against his palms as he cupped her breasts with his hands. “You might get a little turned on when you look at someone else, but I’m the one who gets to stoke the fire.”

  “So, at the risk of sounding silly…does this mean you’re going to train me to be your sub?” Rhia was clearly trying to hide her excitement at the prospect.

  “Yes…” Steve didn’t get to say anything else as Rhia flung her arms around him and planted a kiss on his lips.

  Steve wanted to dispense the punishment quickly and move onto the reward phase as soon as he could. This time he’d make sure when she came his cock would be firmly imbedded inside her.

  Rhia had been more receptive to submission than he believed she would be and tonight had proved it. Admittedly she had questioned some of the tests he’d thrown at her, even if it had only been in a look she’d given him, rather than her words, However, Rhia complied with his requests even when it didn’t matter to him if she did or not. He would have let her pick a different T-shirt, she could have told him she couldn’t reach any of the items he’d asked her to retrieve, particularly the elevated ones like the bowl, which she nearly couldn’t reach. Steve realized, despite the occasional humph of disapproval, Rhia was as turned on by following his instructions as he was by watching her comply with them.

  “What made you so determined to do this? When did you realize you might like to be dominated?” He stood her in front of him and slowly removed her underpants. He could see the sheen between her legs and smell her arousal. She was more than ready for him to take her. The condition would only worsen by the time he’d finished what he was about to do.

  “It was a combination of things really.” He walked her over to the spanking bench, retrieving a pair of leather cuffs from the shelf along the way. “I went to the sex toy warehouse and saw the rows of BDSM contraptions. I started to wonder what doing some of the stuff would be like. I like the way Angel and her husbands relate to each other, not that I know a lot of what they do, and then I realized how horny I got when you did the dominant stuff with me. You know, I don’t even think you realize you do it most times. I just became curiously twitterpated by it all.”