Trusted (Club Indigo Book 2)

by Karen Nappa

  Abby got up from her knitting for one last hug from her granddad and soon-to-be grandmother. Everyone else got up, too, for a round of handshakes and hugs. Tim joined them for a quick goodbye before going back to his video game with Josh.

  Josh was killing Tim in the game when his friend put down the controller and said, "Hey, why don't you stay over tonight? Then I'll have a chance to even the score."

  "What's your mom going to say?"

  "She'll be fine with it. Let's go downstairs and ask."

  Mrs. Kaspar was watching Abby trying out her pastels when they came in.

  Tim asked, "Mom, can Josh stay over tonight? The game is really good and we'd like to keep playing."

  "Won't your parents mind that you aren't home on Christmas night, Josh?" Tim's mother sounded dubious.

  "No, Mrs. Kaspar. They're going to a party tonight so they won't even notice I'm gone." The last part was true at least.

  "Let me call your mother and make sure."

  Josh jumped in with an alternative, "I can call, Mrs. Kaspar. You don't need to bother." His voice sped up as he didn't want Tim's mother to find out the only phone they had was Ethan's cell since his mother hadn't paid her bill in months.

  "All right, Josh. Here's my phone. You can call right now."

  He didn't think she was suspicious, but he had to be careful. He made sure the volume was low so nobody would hear the annoying tones that preceded the "no longer in service" message. "Hi, Mom. I'm over at Tim's, still. Would it be okay if I stayed over tonight?" He paused a moment as he made up his mother's answer in his head. "Thanks, Mom. I'll be home by ten tomorrow morning. Bye." He pretended to disconnect the call and handed the phone back to Mrs. Kaspar.

  "It will be good to have you, Josh. We'll have supper in about two hours. Will that be okay with the three of you? Mr. Connor will be back by then. He's staying over since I have to go to work tomorrow."

  Just what he needed, another suspicious adult , Josh thought. It would be worth it for a comfortable night's sleep plus supper and breakfast. It had been a really good Christmas. He'd even gotten a present.

  The edgy thrash metal sounds of Metallica's Master of Puppets washed over Connor as he led Suzie into the club. The light was darker than usual. As they rounded the couch at the corner of the main floor, Suzie halted in awe. Jackson was strapped to the St. Andrew's Cross and Henry was giving him a Florentine flogging. His floggers had been covered with UV paint and the effect was stunning. With fluid motions, Henry was stroking Jackson's bare back and bottom with an infinity four-point pattern. From the looks of it, he had Jackson in a nice subspace; the man had relaxed in his bonds and allowed the cross to bear his weight. Henry transferred both floggers into his right hand and continued a light circular motion with them, meanwhile stroking Jackson's reddened skin with his left hand.

  "Beautiful," Suzie whispered as she settled beside Connor at one of the barrels that served as tables in the downstairs area.

  "Hmm," Connor acknowledged her statement.

  Henry stepped back with the floggers again in both hands. He used the figure eight form still, but now in a six-point fashion. Different from the four-point technique, where one hand stayed on top and in the lead, his hands alternated being the dominant one.

  "I don't know if you can see it clearly," Connor whispered to Suzie. "Before, he was using another method and the strands would touch Jackson four times during a cycle. Now he's moving his hands in a different fashion and he hits him six times in succession."

  From the way Jackson was squirming now, Connor knew only the ends of the flogger were touching him, leaving a nice sting. Jackson was a bit more into pain than Henry was usually prepared to give. That was the reason Connor sometimes played with them. He wasn't into men, but since the club didn't have many masochists, the arrangement had worked for him. Although Henry would never use a whip on his slave, with two floggers, he was a master and he could give Jackson what he needed. Henry ended the flogging with strikes between Jackson's legs. Hearing him shout his release, he started to bring down his slave from the scene.

  Connor gave Suzie a surprisingly modest kiss and whispered, "Go to the locker room and follow the instructions." Connor withdrew and handed her a discreet bag. How could she have missed that? Connor rose and disappeared without a backward glance to the stairs. Suzie stared after him, shrugged, and went to the locker room.

  A small package was in the bag, with a note on top. Wear this and only this, and come to the exam room.

  "Ah, Suzie, come in and close the door behind you." His hair was in a neat ponytail, and he was wearing an old-fashioned tweed blazer with elbow patches and horn-rimmed glasses.

  She looked down at her plain white blouse, pleated school skirt, knee-high socks and pair of Mary Janes. She closed the door carefully, but the latch had an ominous sound to it.

  "Sit down, girl." He sounded somewhat impatient and she scrambled to do his bidding. She crossed her legs and looked at the man. He was leaning against the desk in the corner and staring down at her.

  "I'm Mister Carmichael. The new headmaster." Her eyes widened. "I was going over your file and found a visit to the headmaster's office was longtime overdo for you, don't you think?"

  "Um." What was the right answer to that question?

  Apparently, the question had been rhetorical, because he continued. "So you're a good girl? Always at school on time?"

  "Yes. Yes, Sir." Her mind scrambled to get on topic. "Well, actually, I was late once when I missed the bus. Oh, a-and the time the bus was late because of the storm."

  "So, you've been coming to this school for over three years and been late twice?"

  She nodded. "Yes, Sir."

  He pursed his lips and narrowed his eyes. "Your teachers report your homework is always done and in perfect order."

  Was that a question or a statement? She startled as he pushed himself from the desk and pulled his chair away from it.

  "All right, Suzie. I want you over my lap."

  She started to rise to her feet and halted as the implication of his words sank in and let herself plop down on the chair. "Wait, what? Why?"

  He grinned at her. "We're going to change things quite a bit around here. I'm a firm believer in positive reinforcement. So, good girls are sent to me to get their bottoms spanked, and bad girls don't get my attention."

  She stared at him in disbelief. Was he really going to spank her for being a good girl? Could this be her dream man? She pressed her legs together trying to hide her growing arousal.

  He crooked his finger at her. "Come here." She left the chair and walked up to him. "Good girl. Hand me your panties." At a loss for words, she shimmied the pink panties with white polka dots down her legs and pulled first her left foot, and then her right one through the holes. He held out his hand, and she handed him the material. He bunched them up in his fist—and to her horror—held it to his nose and inhaled.

  He stuffed the panties into his pocket and leaned back. "No more stalling, ten strokes with my hand on your bare bottom." He patted his lap, pulling her gaze to the large bulge under his dress pants. This was turning him on, so it seemed. Her eyes grew huge. "Or do you want to be a bad girl?"

  Her eyes widened more and she shook her head in a flurry of hair. "No, Sir." She lowered herself over his legs and he adjusted her position a bit until her head was dangling down and her buttocks were high in the air. Her bare buttocks!

  His hand came down with a resounding sound, and she jerked. "Count them and thank me for them, Suzie."

  "One." Pause. "Thank you, Sir."

  He stroked her cheeks and grazed her labia. She jerked again, and he bent forward to whisper, "Hold still, Suzie. I'm going to make this so good for you." His hand smacked twice.

  "Two, three, thank you, Sir."

  He kneaded the globes of her ass and pulled them apart, admiring the faint pink flesh that soon would be colored bright red with his handprints. He skimmed his thumb over her anus but didn't enter
, just played.

  He pulled his hand away, and the next moment, he resumed spanking.

  "Four, five, six. Thank you, Sir." She was panting now and her pussy felt empty.

  His hand pressed against her burning labia and he tusked at her, "Do good girls get wet from getting their bottoms spanked?"

  Before she could answer, his hand again collided with four smacking sounds.

  "Seven, eight, nine and ten. Thank you, Sir." He helped her stand. Her legs felt like she had been doing lunges for an hour, and he steadied her with one hand while he used his other to free his cock.

  "You can thank me by sinking that wet and ready pussy over my cock, rùnag," he growled.

  Suzie didn't need any more encouragement and straddled his lap to ride his cock as she kissed him with all her being. She whispered with her forehead pressed against his and her hands on his cheeks, "I can't believe you remembered my fantasy and made it real. I love you, Connor!" She didn't realize what she'd just blurted out. She kissed him again and rode his cock, driving both of them out of their minds and into orgasm.

  Chapter 12

  " I 'm gonna make a snowman," Abby called. It was the end of January, and after two days of snow, there were eight inches on the ground. The blue sky and crisp, cold air called to the children. Abby was warmly clad in her fleece lined Uggs, waterproof overalls, and down winter jacket. She had put on mittens to protect her hands.

  "Hold on," Connor called, and Abby skidded to a halt. Connor had pulled her woolen scarf and hat from the coat rack and handed the hat to her. He knelt in front of her and wrapped the scarf a couple of times around her neck, tucked the loose ends inside her coat and closed the top button. Finally, he took the hat from her hands and placed it on her head as though she were fine china that needed protection. "Have fun, lass."

  Connor stared after her from his hunched position. The little lass had wormed herself right into his heart. He liked her in his colors. She might almost be his daughter.

  Connor hadn't moved and was staring after Abby when two agile bodies slipped past him—Tim and Josh. Connor still had a hard time connecting with Tim. Having Josh around a lot wasn't really helping. The kid was skittish around all adults but was especially wary around men. Connor sighed and got up to feel Suzie press into his body from behind.

  Suzie wound her hands around Connor and rested her cheek against his back. In a few months, he had not only opened her eyes to the world of BDSM and the pleasure it brought, but he had also given her the comfort and camaraderie that having a spouse gave. She had fallen in love, but she wasn't sure what to do about it.

  Connor patted her entwined hands. "Come on; let's start clearing the driveway and let the kids play for a bit."

  Suzie let go of him and, after a kiss, went to put on her coat and boots.

  As Suzie stepped outside, she noticed life around her had started to pick up. Most people had been huddled up in their houses due to the snowstorms. The local authorities had declared a snow emergency and asked that people refrain from unnecessary travel. The schools were closed and the children were looking forward to their second snow day. Suzie greeted her neighbor, who was busy shoveling. In the next driveway, she could hear the sound of somebody trying to get a car to move through the snow without shoveling it. Suzie stomped her feet to get them warm and joined Connor, who was already clearing the sidewalk.

  Tim laughed as he bombarded his friend with snowballs. He was standing at one corner of the house and Josh was at the other. Abby was far enough away in the front yard to be clear of the firing line and could build her snowman in peace. Tim was pleased to see Josh enjoying himself as he had been withdrawn the last few weeks. A projectile barely missed Tim's left ear.

  "You'll pay for that," he yelled with a laugh in his voice, only to watch in horror as his friend dropped the snowball he was holding and didn't move a muscle. Tim rushed over to his friend. "Josh, are you okay?"

  Josh shook his head and blinked at Tim. "Let's go up to the treehouse for a minute," Tim suggested, and Josh nodded.

  Tim followed Josh into the treehouse. "What happened?"

  Josh looked small and lost, huddled on the sleeping bag in the corner. He shook his head.

  "Come on, man. I know something is going on," Tim pressed. "You show up with bruises all the time, and you're upset about the threat of a snowball. Tell me what's wrong."

  "If I tell you, you have to swear you won't tell anyone."

  Tim scoffed, "What? You don't trust me?"

  Josh lifted his head to make eye contact. "I'm serious, Tim. Swear."

  Tim huffed, "Okay, Josh. I don't like it, but I swear. I won't tell anyone."

  Josh sighed and dropped his head into his hands. "It's Ethan."

  His voice had been so small, Tim almost missed it, but then the meaning hit. "Your mom's boyfriend?"

  "Yes," Josh replied stiffly.

  "What about him?"

  "I can't do anything right around him."

  Tim couldn't understand. "What do you mean?"

  "Well, I'm a fuck up. Ethan isn't the first boyfriend who showed me that," Josh grumbled and huddled in his threadbare coat.

  "You're not a fuck up. Why would you say that?" Tim tried to make eye contact, but Josh ducked his head. "Show you? Show you how?"

  Now, Josh scoffed, "With his fist and his belt." He thumped his head against the wall he and Tim had sanded last summer.

  "He beats you? Why would he beat you?"

  "Because I'm in the way. Because I don't do my chores. Because I do my chores wrong. Because I eat too much and he doesn't want to pay for all the food. Because I won't help him get his drugs." He sagged, and his entire body slumped against the smooth wood behind him. "It's always my fault."

  "What does your mother do?"

  "She mostly just watches. She's usually stoned or high. If she's not, she agrees with him. I think he hits her, too, sometimes."

  "Sheesh, you have to tell someone, Josh. The teachers at school could help. So could my mom."

  "No!" Josh was adamant. "Tim, you swore you wouldn't tell anybody."

  Tim patted him on the knee the way his mother comforted him. He wasn't sure if it was the right thing to do. "I know, Josh, and I won't. I think you should, though."

  Josh shrugged and tried to look brave. "Come on, man, let's go back outside."

  Tim smiled and winked. "Let's help Abby with the snowman. It will be a nice change of pace."

  Josh was relieved and let a smile creep onto his face. "All right. And Tim?" He waited for his friend to turn his way. "Thank you."

  As the boys joined Abby, Josh's tension eased and he let himself be roped in by Abby's bubbly, carefree nature and started to enjoy himself. They goofed around, adding Tim's hat to the snowman and found some small stones to use for his face. Tim snapped pictures with his cellphone. While Josh tried to escape being in the pictures, he liked the easy camaraderie he felt with Tim and Abby. By the time Suzie called them all inside to eat and warm up, he had his emotions under control.

  A couple of days later, the temperature had gone up to fifty-one degrees and almost all the snow was gone. The snowman was a lump in a puddle of water. Abby stared at it with sad eyes. "We did such a great job with the snowman and now it's gone." She was back from school and was helping Suzie with the preparations for dinner. Suzie hugged her little girl to her side and planted a kiss on the top of her head. Had her little girl grown again?

  "I know, sweetie. It was a lovely snowman. Didn't Tim take a few pictures with his cellphone?"

  Abby's face brightened. "You're right. I almost forgot." She chuckled. "It was actually funny, because Josh didn't want to be in them."

  "Oh?"

  Abby didn't need much prompting and she told Suzie all about her experience with both the boys. "After the boys came and helped me finish the snowman, Tim started snapping pictures. First, Josh stepped away from the snowman and Tim stepped backward, so Josh was still in the frame. So, when that didn't help, Josh cr
ouched behind the snowman, and in the picture, it looked like the snowman had one arm with an anorak. So, Tim got this idea of the snowman with a couple of arms. Josh and I knelt behind the snowman and we stuck out our arms to the side, moving up and down. The pictures turned out great."

  "I'll have to ask Tim to show them to me tonight," Suzie answered as she finished seasoning the stew.

  During dessert that night, Tim pulled up the photos. Suzie made an appreciative noise. "These are great, Tim. Very artistic. What gave you the idea?"

  "Actually, it was a picture that went wrong." Tim scrolled and pointed it out, where the snowman obscured all of Josh except one hand and part of his sleeve. "See. Well, it reminded me of a TV show, with dancers who did this thing with their arms."

  "I think the idea worked out great and you've captured a wonderful memory," Suzie replied and noticed Tim's facial expression. "What's wrong?"

  Tim pulled himself together and smiled up at his mother. "Nothing. I'm just sad that the snow is gone."

  His mother frowned at Tim. "You know I don't like it when anyone says 'nothing' when there's obviously something going on. It reminds me of when your father first got sick and refused to go see a doctor."

  "Sorry, Mom." Tim struggled to think of a suitable explanation, when Abby spoke up.

  "Mom, when is Mr. Connor coming this week?"

  Tim sighed with relief. Abby's question would sidetrack their mother from her query. That was close. He had to keep Josh's secret. He'd promised.

  "He's coming over after visiting his mother tonight, and he'll be staying until Wednesday. He's taking a couple of days off before tax season gets going," Suzie answered.

  "Why doesn't Mr. Connor live with us?" Abby was never shy.

  "Hmm, Mr. Connor and I haven't been dating for that long and we need to find out if we want to share our lives completely, I think."