by Lisa Gerkey
Grant pushes me to my feet, and all but shoves me out the door, leaving me no choice but to do as he says, or perhaps this is him giving me the opportunity…to run. If you love her, set her free, and all that…
Chapter Forty-Eight
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I exchange a few messages with Troy to make sure he gets it all set up for me. All I need him to do is take Jaycee inside one of the private rooms. From there, I’ll handle everything. It’s likely I’ll catch shit because I should carry the punishment out in the dungeon, as that’s where the rule applies, but…I don’t know. Letting the people here see her like that doesn’t sit well with me.
Jensen and Madison, along with my brother, sit at the bar. Since I know Jaycee’s waiting for our little meeting in one of the guest rooms, I hesitate to take the time to chat, but the beam coming from Madison’s curious eyes makes me give in and stop to say a few words. She isn’t satisfied she’s found her happily ever after, she’s hell bent on making certain Jaycee and I get ours too.
“Did you help Jaycee plot this little fiasco tonight?”
“Not really plot, no, but when she asked if I’d come with her, I agreed. I can’t believe how far she’s come. You know, most of us can’t do even a little of what she’s done, even with professional help. Yet, she’s gone through hell and come out on the other side without too much damage. You’re the reason she’s strong enough to be here, Grant. I hope you two will stop fighting the friction that’s between you and get on with being happy.”
“I don’t know, Madison. I think I might like the friction that’s between me and Jaycee. Keeps things interesting. Enjoy yourselves tonight. I’ve got a little spitfire I need to go see.”
Jon and Jensen listen, but neither does more than nod. I guess they’re ready to see changes too.
Jaycee hears me step into the room. I watch her head come up as if to confirm it’s me who’s joined her. With the blindfold Troy placed on her, she’s left to do only one thing. Trust. I want her a little uneasy, but I take a moment to watch her because the last thing I want is to find any real fear coming from her.
“Who…Who’s there?” Jaycee speaks so quietly, it’s hard to hear. She’s kneeling on a rug beside the oversized bed. Desire runs rapid through me. It takes every ounce of patience I can find not to throw her on that bed and get to the final act. My cock jerks to life, thickening against the confinements of the denim pants I wear.
I ease closer to stand behind her. The little black dress she’s wearing barely covers any skin, just more temptation I must ignore to get the job done. She needs punishment for her behavior in the dungeon. If she’s going to be a part of my life, which she has demonstrated clearly here tonight she wants to be, she needs to learn how the club works.
The Grind isn’t strictly BDSM. We’re open to all kinks and to those who only want a peek into the world, but the dungeon’s set up for our members who do a little more than dabble with the lifestyle.
I run one finger across Jaycee’s shoulder and watch the little bumps pop up on her skin. She wouldn’t react this way to a stranger, would she? “Do you know why you’re here, Miss Jennings? Did Troy explain it to you?”
“Um, no…he just brought me here and…and put this thing over my eyes, and then he tied my hands behind my back and told me to stay still and wait. Can you please take this thing off so I can see?”
“According to your paperwork, sweetheart, you have no hard limits. I’m afraid, according to the rules, when a sub is in the dungeon anything goes unless it’s a limit. You signed the paperwork, so I’m sure you remember that part. Right?”
I chuckle softly. Maybe it’s a little wrong, but I find a small amount of satisfaction knowing I’m backing her hot little ass right against the wall. Not literally, of course. Not quite yet.
“I…I…Grant, you know I didn’t read the damn paperwork. Why would I? I had no intention of coming back here after that first night. I don’t have a clue what hard limits even are.”
“Well, it’s a good thing I can help you with that, baby. There’s a spot on a form you filled out where you’d list all the things you absolutely would not do. Say, for instance, you might not enjoy caning or fisting. Perhaps, animal play isn’t your thing…or even blindfolds can be a turn off for some.”
She fights a little against the leather cuffs that bind her wrists. Jaycee’s long dark hair floats down her back and hangs in loose curls. I kneel behind her and scoop up a handful of her silky mane. I use it to pull her against my chest while I place a hand on her one of her knees that’s parted slightly from the other. “Are things looking a little clearer now, baby? Do you understand the importance of that paperwork and maybe have a better idea why we have rules here?”
She turns her head to the side and attempts to look over her shoulder, even though she can’t see past the darkness. “My plan failed. Okay? I thought you’d be there. I wanted to get your attention.”
“Congratulations, beautiful. You got it. You have all of my attention right now. The question is can you handle it?” I open my mouth against her neck and leave a path of kisses until I get to her shoulder, I bite gently. I move my hand that’s on her knee higher to her inner thigh, careful to avoid the heat I feel coming from her. She whimpers, frustrated. “You know, punishment isn’t about pleasure. I know your little body is wound tight, and I’ll bet if I move my fingers another inch or two, I’ll find your pussy weeping for relief, but I can’t give you that relief. You’d never learn your lesson. You’d turn into a little brat every time I brought you to my club if I rewarded you for the behavior.”
“No. I promise, Grant. Please. I want you so much. That’s why I came tonight. I’ve been stupid for too long. I’m ready to stop running from you, from this.”
“Good. Let’s get that punishment out of the way then we can talk about our future. Stand up.”
I tug Jaycee to her feet. Her legs shake a little so I have to hold onto her to guide her to the bed. It’s the perfect height to play. With my hand on her back, I push her forward so her top half is resting flat against the deep ruby red linens that cover the bed. I use my foot to push her feet apart. “I need you to stay just like this while I gather a few things. Maybe while you’re waiting, consider if you plan to spend time with me, you should make yourself familiar with The Grind and the rules.”
I back away slowly, not looking forward to the few seconds I must take my eyes away from her to gather the things I need. If I listen to my cock, I’ll not give a damn about rules or the club, or anything more than spreading this beautiful woman on the bed and sinking into her. The horny devil on my shoulder wants to pull her hair tight and fuck her until she begs for mercy, until we both beg for the grand finale. The man on the other shoulder, the one that’s so far gone over Jaycee Jennings, wants to kiss and tease her and make slow soft sweet love to her.
I return to the bed with a paddle, like the one in Memphis, the one Jaycee liked but didn’t quite understand why she liked it so much, and two round pink balls attached to a short string, plus, a bottle of lube, just in case.
I skim my hand over her ass, still covered only a mere inch or two by the dress she wears. She tenses up just a little. “Relax, Jaycee. You understand that nothing we do should bring you more pain than you can handle, right? I’ve gotten to know this little body, so I have a good idea of what you can stand, but you always have a safe word when we play. Do you remember the safe word?”
“I just want to get this over with.”
I give her ass a nice solid slap. “Jaycee. Answer me, sugar. Being a brat will only add on more time to the punishment. The quicker it’s done, the sooner you’ll get to come. Now. What’s your safe word?”
“Red! The stupid word is red.”
“Good. If something gets to be more than you can handle or anything scares you, all you have to do is use your safe word. Let’s get on with it, shall we?” I skim my hand down to the hem of her dress and hook a couple of fingers to drag it up, letting my f
ingertips graze over her. She wiggles around a little, not to get away, but trying to bring herself closer to my touch.
Chapter Forty-Nine
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Every time Grant touches me, I feel a sizzling sensation clear down to my toes. He’s turned on every nerve in my body, and I’m not sure how much more I can take. The only problem is he wants me to squirm. I try so hard to stay still and just hope like hell he gets this punishment shit out of the way so we can get onto bigger things. Bigger things like his cock slipping inside my pussy and helping me to ease this ache I have.
The thoughts running through my head right now only make it worse. His hand grazing softly against my ass is driving me crazy. If only he’d move it a little more, just a few more inches.
I don’t know what he plans for me. Trust him. Repeatedly, I remind myself to trust him. This is what I came here for, after all. Maybe not this exactly, but if I can just get through this punishing crap he’s intent on carrying out, perhaps then he’ll give me what I want, need.
He raises my dress until I can feel the cool air against my ass. I’m embarrassed for him to look there because I can feel the dampness trickle down my thighs. “Are you ready, sweetheart?”
Yes! Yes! Hell, yes! I want to shout. I don’t trust the words that might slip out, so I nod.
“Good.”
I can hear him shuffling behind me. He palms each ass cheek in his big rough hands and kneads and taunts me, dragging his thumbs down on either side of my pussy, spreading me open slightly. I can’t hold back the moan that escapes no matter how much I want to pretend I’m unaffected.
“Please. Touch me, Grant.”
“Of course, beautiful.” Oh, he puts his mouth there. He licks through my slit and back down again to flick his tongue against my clit a few times. And then he stops.
“Grant! Don’t stop! Don’t stop, please. I’m so close.”
“And we’ll keep it that way for a while, sugar. I need you to stay still for me now.”
My body jerks a little when I feel something cool pressed against my opening. “Shit! What…”
“Breathe, Jaycee. It’s only a toy we’re going to play with, baby. They’re orgasm balls or Ben Wa balls. I can remove them safely when we’re finished…When I’m sure you’ve learned your lesson tonight.”
He pushes it inside me. With as wet as I am, there’s no trouble as he adds the second ball. They make me feel a little full, but that’s it. I move my ass from side to side a little.
“Be still.” Grant swats my ass hard.
“Oooh.”
That slap to the ass jarred me forward and allowed the balls to shift inside me. I won’t stand much of this without coming unglued.
“Remember the paddle when we were in Memphis? We’ll try that again, Jaycee. I’m going to spank you and let this be a little reminder of why you should always read paperwork before you sign it. When people tell you rules are in place, you need to know what those rules are, sugar.”
I fight against the restraints holding my wrists behind my back. I have no fear of Grant or the things he’ll do, but I’m not a fan of lying here and taking it without a fight either. He uses one hand to clasp my wrists. I barely hear the swooshing sound in the air, and my ass blazes when the leather paddle connects. He brings it down again and again on each side, each time a different spot until the fire spreads. Only it isn’t painful like anyone would think. The current goes straight to my clit, and every time I shift the slightest those damn balls rub against a spot inside me. I’m positive I’ll come with the next slap of the paddle, but the next swat doesn’t come. And neither do I.
“That’s enough. Let’s see if you can stand up for me now, baby.” I hear the paddle land with a thud on the floor. Grant pulls me to my feet and presses his front to my back. “Feel how hard this makes me. We’re both being punished here. I want to slip my cock into that tight little cunt so bad I damn near can’t stand it, but I won’t.”
He takes the dark cloth that covers my eyes away and turns me to him. For the first time in what feels like forever, I get to stare at his handsome face, look into his eyes. “Grant. Please, don’t do this to me. I can’t stand it any longer. I’m so close. I…need…I need to come, Grant! Please make me come. You need it too, I know you do. Please.”
“No, Jaycee. I mean, yes, you’re right. I need to relieve this aching hard on, but even if I do that, you only get to watch. Sweetheart, this is your punishment. You interrupted everyone in the dungeon. Some of those people didn’t get to have their orgasm because you ruined the scene for them. You get to suffer right along with them. And the next time you visit the dungeon, you’ll remember how rude it is to stop a scene that’s in progress.”
There’s no way I can avoid taking care of this. Even if I have to do it myself. The throbbing between my legs only intensifies when I move my feet and feel the weight of these damn balls in me. “Fine. Take these cuffs off and I’ll do it myself.”
He chuckles. The asshole thinks it’s funny. He’s a rather handsome asshole and I’m on top of the world to get to be standing in the same room with him, but he’s still an asshole nonetheless.
“Let’s take a walk through the club. We’ll go have a drink at the bar. I’ll talk to Troy and see if he and Kendra can lock up tonight. Maybe then I’ll be ready to have a little mercy on you, but not yet. I’m not sure you’ve learned your lesson just yet, sugar.”
“Troy and Kendra? Does that mean she’ll no longer give me the death stare every time she sees me? And, you never told me what your history is with that crazy woman.”
“Not much to tell. I dated her sister years ago, before I joined the army, before…well, before anything really. Her name was Josie. She promised to wait for me, wait until I got out of the army, but she…committed suicide. For years, I thought it was my fault for leaving her, but as time went on, I learned it was more from abuse at the hands of her mother. Vivian Collins is the nastiest, most controlling bitch you’ll ever find. Kendra turned to me…I guess we turned to each other, used each other for years. Not saying it’s right, but I didn’t see myself falling in love with anyone after Josie until…”
He looks at me the heat and lust in his eyes only moments ago has been replaced with something else. I feel like he’s seeing clear through me right now. “Until what, Grant?”
“Until you, Jaycee. When I first saw you…I…shit. You probably don’t have a clue what I’m even talking about.”
“You mean when Malcolm had me locked up? When those bastards beat me and raped me and left me for dead, and then you came into my room and took care of me, made sure I didn’t die…Grant, I don’t remember a lot of detail. I guess I’m glad I don’t, but I…I remember you being there and how amazing it felt to find one person in all that mess who wasn’t the devil.”
“This isn’t the time or the place for these heavy conversations. Let’s get things over with here then we can go home and talk more.”
All eyes are on Grant and me when we walk to the bar. I don’t look too closely because I’m sure a few of our friends are watching. No doubt they find it amusing. Only months ago, I argued with my best friends and told them this club wasn’t for me, now look at me. I’m nearly naked with my hands cuffed behind my back walking around with sex toys in my vagina. I clench with every step I take, afraid the things will fall out and everyone will see.
“Damn, I didn’t think I’d ever see the day,” Jeff smirks when we meet him and Kat at the bar. “Happy looks good on you, babe.” Grant scowls slightly when Jeff pulls me into a quick hug. Seems like whatever feelings he had for me before, when I thought he hated me, have disappeared.
“How’s Josh? Is he here tonight?”
“Nah. I guess my brother’s the lovesick fool now. He’s got his thing going on with Staci, but I’m not convinced it’s where he wants to be. Seems that sister of yours did a number on him when he met her down in Memphis. Speaking of your sister, how’s the search going?”
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�She’s in a treatment facility getting help with drug addiction. I can’t have contact with her for a while. I’m just hoping it works, and she gets her life together. I hope Josh finds what he’s looking for with Staci or whoever because I think I’ve finally figured out, life’s too short to waste it being miserable.”
We chat for a few minutes more until Grant pulls me away. He unfastens the cuffs to free my hands and gives me one of the two drinks Troy’s set on the bar. “How are you feeling?”
All it takes is that tone of voice he uses and the look in his eyes to kindle the flame again. “I’m feeling like it’s time for you to take me home.”
Epilogue
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I have no clothes with me, but I don’t argue when Jaycee suggests we go to her new house. Hell, if I have it my way, neither of us will need clothes for a few days. I teased and taunted her the whole drive here. I know she’s a mess and miserable as fuck because I’ve kept her on the edge for so long.
“What made you sell your house and buy this one?” The minute we walk through the door, I feel something I haven’t felt in years. It feels like a home. It’s much smaller than my house, or any place I’ve lived since I was a boy living with my parents. It feels like a place to have a family. There’s a big yard that would be fabulous for children to play.
“I never liked the big house. I thought I needed the space to survive. After everything that happened, I couldn’t stand the thought of small rooms or tight spaces, but it was never home. I love this place, Grant.”
“You want to know what I love, Jaycee?”
I close in on her and watch her blink a few times and then look up at me. “What do you love, Grant?”
“You, sugar. I love you. I think cupid shot me with his arrow the first time I laid eyes on you. I knew I had to have you. Are we ready to stop fighting the friction, baby? Do you think you can give me the chance to show you how much I love you?”
