Her Master's Kiss 5

by Vivien Sparx

  Tink nodded her head and lifted her eyes to the sky as if in prayerful thanks. “I am in love,” she admitted. She squeezed Renee’s hand tightly. “Master Peter told me that he wants to collar me.”

  Renee gasped in excitement. “When?”

  “Last night.”

  “What did you say?”

  Tink looked shyly away for just a second, and when she turned back to Renee there was a teary glitter in her eye. “I told him I would let him know today. I wanted to speak to Stefan first.”

  Renee frowned, bemused and incredulous. “You made him wait for an answer?”

  Tink nodded slowly. “Just until after I spoke to Stefan.”

  Renee shook her head again. “Why? What does Stefan have to do with your decision?”

  Tink shrugged. She was suddenly embarrassed and self-conscious. She sat back in the chair and stared down into her coffee cup for long moments. When she looked to Renee again, there was a single tear hanging like a drop of morning dew from her eyelashes.

  “You and Stefan are the only people I know as family,” Tink said softly. “I know my real family is somewhere in the world – but I don’t know who they are. You and Stefan saved me from Larry Madden. You’re the closest people I have to a big brother and sister. And… and I wanted to ask Stefan’s permission…”

  Renee’s first impulsive reaction was to laugh, but she could see the heart-felt emotion in Tink’s eyes, and she sensed the significance of the gesture. Tink saw Stefan as her unofficial guardian, and – just as if Peter had proposed marriage – Tink had wanted to seek Stefan’s approval. It was kind and sweet, Renee decided, and such a disarmingly innocent gesture that she could do nothing else but lean across the table and hug the girl.

  “Stefan will be honored that you think of him so highly,” Renee said softly. “He’s working in the downstairs room. Why don’t you go and share the good news with him…. and I’ll get back to you about the visit to the BDSM club.”

  Six.

  Tink sat on the bottom step of the staircase and quietly watched Stefan working.

  He was wearing jeans and his old painting t-shirt, hanging shelves in the downstairs room with a grim expression on his face. Tink drew her knees up to her chin and watched on, admiring the physique of the man – but admiring even more the way he seemed to do everything in his life with such intensity – even hanging shelves.

  So she was caught off guard when she finally spoke and he showed no sign of surprise. She had thought she had been watching him unobserved, but it seemed that Stefan saw everything.

  “I want to tell you something – but first I need to ask you something,” she said quietly.

  Stefan didn’t stop working. He was penciling lines. He flicked her a sideways glance and then returned his attention to the wall.

  “Ask,” he said.

  There was a long silence as Tink searched for the right words. Then finally she said simply, “ Master Peter wants to collar me as his submissive. I would like your permission.”

  Stefan froze, and turned his head slowly to the beautiful young woman on the stairs. His expression transformed from concentration to confusion, and then the furrow of his brow melted away in understanding. He set down his tools, wiped his hands on his jeans and came to her on the stairs. Solemnly he went down onto his knee and took her small hand within his.

  “You have my permission, Tink,” Stefan smiled. “Peter is a fine Master, and I know how he feels about you. I could not be happier.”

  Tink smiled and threw her arms around Stefan’s neck. “Thank you,” she said, her voice muffled as she hugged him. “It means so much to me that you understand.”

  “I do,” Stefan said. He rubbed her back. “Congratulations.”

  She squeezed him tight, and Stefan could feel the racing beat of her heart. He leaned back and planted a kiss on her forehead. “You are going to be very happy together. For what it’s worth, you have my blessing.”

  Tink nodded. She was teary, but they were happy tears. “Your blessing means a lot to me, Stefan. You and Renee are my family. I look up to you. I respect you. And I care enough about you both to tell you that you’re making a mistake.”

  Stefan froze, and then drew himself back slowly, his eyes searching Tink’s face, and his expression darkening suddenly. Tink held his gaze, never blinking.

  “I beg your pardon…” Stefan said warily.

  Tink could see the sudden tension now in his expression and the way he held himself. He was like a cobra, coiled and poised to strike. Then Tink smiled suddenly – but it was a sad, forlorn expression. She shook her head.

  “When I was taken by Larry Madden, he treated me badly, Stefan. You know that.”

  Stefan nodded. He was still wary, but some of the sudden tension had gone from his body.

  “He did horrible things to me – forced me to do things to him for his pleasure that still give me nightmares sometimes.”

  Stefan said nothing. He rocked back on his haunches and watched the young woman’s face as she seemed to change the subject suddenly. “His favorite movies were the ‘Rocky’ films – especially the first three in the series. Have you ever watched them?”

  Stefan nodded. He was frowning.

  “Well Larry used to watch them every night, playing through the entire series until he collapsed on the sofa, too drunk to even make it to bed. He said it was his way of relaxing, and he liked the violence. He said I should watch them so I would know what to expect if I ever tried to run from him.”

  Stefan stayed silent. He could see dark shadows behind Tink’s eyes, the memories she was reliving still vivid enough to upset her. But she continued talking, never raising her voice, never showing her anguish in her tone – merely talking as though to do so was somehow helping her deal with the horrors of her past. Then she looked up at Stefan and smiled again. “Do you know the ‘Rocky’ story?”

  Stefan didn’t answer. He was recalling his own recent memories of Larry Madden.

  “Rocky is this boxer who has nothing,” Tink continued. “Absolutely nothing. And one day he wins the world title. His life changes. He falls in love with a beautiful woman, and he has lots of money. He starts learning to read, and wearing suits. Before too long he has changed to this totally different man. Then, when he comes up against a dangerous boxer, he suddenly gets scared. His old coach tells him he has become civilized – that he has lost the edge, so Rocky tries to go back to training like he used to when he had nothing.” Tink stared into Stefan’s eyes for a long moment, saying nothing, but communicating her intent with the force of her gaze. “There is this big scene on the beach in ‘Rocky 3’ where his wife confronts him and asks him why he has stopped trying. Rocky tries to deny everything and then finally he admits what holds him back. You see, he’s scared, Stefan. He came from nothing to having everything, and he wants to protect it. He doesn’t want to lose what he has – so he’s scared. He doesn’t want to lose the life he has… but he doesn’t realize that what he has isn’t worth fighting for. The only things in the world that matter to him don’t need protecting – they need nurturing.”

  Tink sighed. She reached her tiny had out to Stefan and brushed her fingers gently across the hard rugged plane of his cheek. “I love you and Renee,” she said softly. “I would hate to see you make the same mistake as Rocky did in the films, because right now you are doing the same thing, Stefan. You are a good man, with a good heart. But the relationship you are trying to protect and preserve is falling apart because you’ve changed. You became civilized, Stefan. You lost the intensity and attitude that made you a Master – and made Renee fall in love with you. That’s not good,” she said with big sad eyes. She squeezed his hand. “Sometimes you can love something so very much that you cling to it too tightly – and strangle it to death.”

  Seven.

  When Stefan came out of the shower that evening, Renee was waiting for him, perched on the side of the bed like a delicate bird about to take flight at any moment.
r />   Stefan was scrubbing his hair dry with a towel, and had another wrapped around his waist. He stood in the centre of the bedroom floor bare-chested for a moment, and then pulled a t-shirt from the bedside drawers.

  Renee said nothing. The local newspaper was open on the bed. They had barely spoken a word all day. Since Tink had left at lunchtime, Renee had busied herself arranging her collection of books. Now the air was brittle and charged with tension that had been drawn too tight for too long.

  “Tink invited us out,” Renee said at last. “Did she tell you?”

  “No.”

  Renee nodded. “Well she did. Her and Master Peter have invited us to the BDSM club in Bishop’s Bridge. It’s called ‘Heaven’s Gate.’’”

  “I know it,” Stefan said.

  Renee looked surprised. “Really?” Her tone suddenly lost its frigidity. “You never mentioned it to me before. I had no idea you ever visited a BDSM club.” She turned herself on the bed until she was facing him and watched him pull on the t-shirt and a pair of jeans. Suddenly she was curious.

  “I never said I visited the club,” Stefan explained. “I said I know it. I happen to know the owner. We were friends a long time ago.”

  There was an abrupt finality in Stefan’s tone that Renee had grown accustomed to. She sighed. “But you don’t want to talk about it, right? You don’t want to tell me?”

  “No. I don’t.”

  “Why?”

  “Because it’s my past, Renee. It’s ancient history. It was from a different time in my life. It doesn’t matter any more.”

  “Fine.” Instinctively Renee folded her arms across her chest and there was a tiny pout on her lips. “Then can we at least visit the club with Peter and Tink?”

  “No.”

  Renee could feel her temper fraying, and it took every last shred of her control to keep her voice soft and restrained. “Why not? For all you know your friend doesn’t even own the club anymore. And it would be such a fun night for us, Stefan.”

  Stefan shook his head. “No. I’m not interested. That’s not our lifestyle any more, Renee….” He stopped himself suddenly, pausing in mid sentence – and then after a moment he continued, but now his voice was low and measured, as though what he was saying now had been thought about and rehearsed time and again. “I have changed as a man, Renee. When I trained you in BDSM, I didn’t love you, and you weren’t my wife – and we hadn’t been pregnant together. You were just another woman to me. A physical woman that I felt no emotion for, and that I had no reason to care about. Now we are at this stage of our relationship, and that time was another world away. I don’t see you as a body. I don’t regard you in terms of submission and domination. I see you as my wife – as the woman I love. I can’t treat you in a purely physical way anymore… too much has happened – too many emotions and suffering and heartache has been shared to just sweep all that aside and to be able to look at you any differently.”

  Renee stood up. She paced around the bed like a caged lioness prowling behind the restraining bars of her temper. “You have changed, Stefan,” she agreed. “But you had no right to!” Then she shook her head, sighed, and stared hard at him across the room. “You are a great husband, and I know you will be a wonderful father. I know that. But it’s the man I miss, Stefan! I miss the way you looked at me and the way you treated me. Now I don’t know how to react to you. I don’t know how to respond. I feel like not only baby Storm died, but the man I loved died at the same time. You’ve taken him away from me!”

  “He didn’t die! He changed!” Stefan flared. “He evolved. He became a caring husband who loves his wife more than anything else in the world, and a man who couldn’t bare to see her hurt ever again… or bare to hurt her.”

  Finally the last shreds of Renee’s temper snapped. “Being dominant doesn’t mean being cruel, Stefan! You of all people know that. You treat me like I’m some fragile thing that will break in your hands. Damn it! I need to feel my man taking me the way you used to. I want to see that look of lust and passion in your eyes again. I want you to make me want to submit to your needs – simply because of your presence and power – not this! Not this! This is just existing, Stefan. And we are dying a little bit more every day. What once made us special isn’t what holds us together any more. What holds us together now is tragedy and loyalty.” She came to him then, crossing the floor and reaching out for his hands. Her grip was tight, and the hurt in her eyes shocked Stefan.

  “I want the fire again, Stefan. I want to smolder in your arms. I want to feel the heat in your gaze and the fire in your touch. I want us to melt together from the sexual energy that we once had. Give me that, instead of what we have now. That’s what will make our relationship strong again.”

  Stefan looked into Renee’s eyes. The pain she was feeling was still there, and still a shock to him. But he resisted.

  “You expect me to tie you again, take a riding crop to you… treat you like nothing more than a body for my pleasure? How can you ask me for that, Renee?”

  “Because it’s what I want and need from you. And because there are no other choices if you want to make this marriage work.”

  Stefan shook his head. “I can’t hurt you. I won’t…”

  Renee stepped back, putting two paces between them. Her lips were trembling, and as Stefan glared across the space at her he saw her blue eyes were swimming. He had not expected tears. He felt his fury slipping away.

  Renee’s shoulders slumped, as though every last ounce of her energy had finally been drained and defeated from her body. She began to weep. Suddenly she felt very tired and very sad. She lifted her fingers and touched at her cheek, only mildly surprised to feel the slick of wet tears. “The sting of the riding crop lasts a few minutes, Stefan. The burn of the ropes lasts no longer,” she whispered. “But the way you are rejecting me now is a hurt that will never go away.”

  Eight.

  Renee was sitting on the sofa, staring out into the dark star-lit night when Stefan came down the hallway.

  She was crying – he could see the way her shoulders shuddered, and hear her muffled sobs.

  He stood there for a long time, just watching, and then finally he sighed and she turned at the sound to face him.

  “Alright, Renee” Stefan said softly. “We will go to the BDSM club. I will leave it to you and Tink to make the arrangements.”

  Nine.

  Renee was almost breathless with her excitement when she phoned Tink the following morning.

  “He said yes,” she breathed into the phone. “We’re coming to ‘Heaven’s Gate’ with you and Master Peter. What night do you want to make it?”

  Tink’s voice reflected her surprise. “Stefan said yes?”

  “He did. He said yes.”

  “Oh, wow!” Tink became enthusiastic. “That’s wonderful, Renee. We’ll have such a good time – and maybe Stefan will realize what he has been missing out on.”

  Renee crossed her fingers superstitiously. “Don’t jinx me!” she said through another bubbling laugh of hope and excitement. “I don’t want to get my hopes up.”

  There was a moment of silence and then Tink’s voice came back loud and clear. “Master wants to know if tonight would suit you both?” she asked. A moment’s more silence and then, “around 8pm. We could meet you at the front door and take you in. We can celebrate my collaring to Master Peter at the same time.”

  “Sounds perfect,” Renee said. “What are you going to wear?”

  For ten minutes more the two women chatted like excited schoolgirls planning their first double-date. Renee had already chosen her outfit, but saved the last little surprise until the end of the conversation.

  “And I will be wearing my collar,” she confided.

  “Perfect,” Tink sounded genuinely pleased. “That’s a good sign Renee. If Stefan wants you to wear your collar, he’s making a statement.”

  Renee frowned into the phone. “Statement?”

  “Of course!” Tink was sud
denly serious. “He wants you collared so every other man at the club knows you belong to him and that you are his property. He’s warning everyone else off.”

  Renee began to smile. “I never thought of that…” she said slowly as the realization became clear. “That is a good sign.”

  “Or a sign he’s jealous.”

  Ten.

  Peter kept his eye on the taillights of Stefan’s car as the two vehicles wound their way through the wooded mountain road towards Bishop’s Bridge. Outside the car darkness was falling swiftly. Winking lights flashed past them.

  Peter switched on the headlights and the car’s instrument panel glowed softly.

  Tink sat beside him, curled up in the soft leather of the bucket seat. She had her legs tucked underneath her, the skin-tight black dress she wore shimmering and rippling around the firm shape of her breasts.

  She was sitting quietly, gazing out through the windscreen. She had one hand to her throat, idly fondling the new black leather collar around her neck, and she was smiling with a dreamy contented expression as the endless tree-lined miles drifted by.

  Every few minutes Peter would take his eyes from the road for just long enough to admire her. He did so again, and this time Tink sensed he was looking at her. She turned to him, and her face was alight and shiny with the dewy excitement of her youth.

  “I am looking forward to tonight,” she said softly. “Thank you for bringing me, Master.”

  Peter smiled and turned his attention back to the road. The cars swept round a tight bend. “It is my pleasure. You have been a good girl, and I want to show you off.” He paused then for a moment before adding, “I think we will enjoy the evening more than Stefan will. Are you sure you are doing the right thing?”

  “By taking Stefan to the club?”

  “By using the club to remind Stefan what the lifestyle is about,” Peter corrected her. “That’s what you are doing this for, isn’t it. You are hoping that once Stefan sees the club and everyone there, he will be reminded of the way he used to be with Renee. You’re hoping that will rekindle his interest in making Renee his submissive.”