While opposites might attract initially, did they stay together long-term? Like all the women in her family, she wanted a man who would be by her side for the next sixty or seventy years, no matter how out-of-style that might be in today’s society. Was Rafe her forever man?
It wasn’t as if she had a lot to offer, other than her need to help, a crazy inability to sit still, and the small portion of the family business she had inherited when her father died. Her quick thinking, being able to solve problems, and ability to give accurate counsel to others on their lives might be nice, but she didn’t seem them as possible career skills.
She jumped when her cell phone rang on the table next to her. Grabbing it, she stared at the number, not recognizing it, though she knew who it was. Swiping her finger across the screen, she held it to her ear. “Hello?”
“Stop thinking so hard, wildcat,” Rafe’s stern Dom voice ordered without any preliminaries.
Silk blinked. “How did you know?”
Rafe’s chuckle further soothed her ruffled spirit in a way even the chocolate bar hadn’t. “I can smell your brain burning from across town. I love you, and I’m not going anywhere just because your mother owns a shotgun.”
Silk smiled and relaxed into the loveseat. “Dominic called you, didn’t he?”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about. Now, stop worrying about whatever it is you are worrying about and go to bed. I’ll see you tomorrow night.”
“Yes, Sir,” Silk said, suddenly exhausted to her bones.
“Oh, and wear something black and sexy and barely there.”
Silk giggled. “I’ll see if I can find something that fits that description, Sir.”
Then she joined him in repeating a phrase that had become quite popular with the dominants at Club Esoteria. “Don’t try. Do.”
“Good night, Sir,” she said with a yawn.
“Sexy dreams, wildcat.”
* * * *
Silk slept late and took her time getting ready for the day. She had a feeling the face-off with her mother was not going to be pleasant and she had no idea how to broach the subject of moving out and getting her own place. After picking up her room, rearranging her closet to bring her summer clothes forward where she could find them, and packing the bag she would take to the club with her tonight, Silk decided she could put off going downstairs no longer. She was hungry, and except for some healthy snack food she kept hidden in a shoebox in the closet, the food was downstairs in the kitchen.
She had just reached the foyer when her mother appeared out of the living room. “Silk, I’d like to speak with you.”
“I’m going to fix myself some breakfast. Can we talk after that?” Silk felt the chill all the way across the foyer and knew something bad was about to go down.
“No, I don’t think so.” Francesca turned and disappeared back into the living room.
With a hungry look toward the kitchen, Silk sighed and followed her mother into the living room.
“Sit down, Silk.” Francesca was seated in the big leather chair her father had always sat in, the chair her mother only used in times like this when she was making life-altering decisions. The rest of the family was suspiciously absent, but since it was late morning, they were probably all at work.
In that moment, Silk wished she had an important job to leave for. Instead, she took a seat on the couch across the room from her mother.
“Mama, I’m…” she got out before her mother broke in.
“I believe it’s time for you to find an apartment and move out,” Francesca said, her voice soft, yet firm as hardened steel. “I refuse to have you and that young man sleeping in sin in this house. I will talk to Dominic about helping you find a place. You and your young man will also be expected to join the family for Sunday dinners. Is that clear?”
Silk blinked and nodded as she swallowed hard as she tried to come up with something to say. Only one thing came to mind. “Yes, Mama.”
Francesca nodded. “Very well, then. Now go and get yourself something to eat.”
“Yes, Mama,” Silk said.
Standing, she walked out of the room, stunned at what had just happened. She would never have guessed her mother would simply ask her to move out. She figured her mother would send her back to Italy to the convent she had been threatened with her entire life. Or there would be a line of suitable Italian men paraded through the house until she picked one to marry.
After making herself an omelet with plenty of cheese, mushrooms, and a few diced tomatoes, Silk sat down, pulled out her phone and laid it on the table by her plate. Should she call Rafe and share the news that she was homeless? While she knew in her soul they were perfect together, that he was more than capable of dealing with her mental and physical hyperactivity, she also didn’t want to force herself on the man just because he’d told her he loved her.
By the time she finished eating, she had waffled back and forth so much, she finally decided to wait to tell Rafe her news until she saw him at the club. In the meantime, she needed to find herself an apartment, but first she would talk to Dominic about finding her a paying job in the company.
As she finished eating, she found herself shaking with a strange combination of excitement and anxiety as her mind went into overdrive with plans for what she hoped would be a happy future.
Chapter Nine
The moment Rafe saw Silk step through the deep red curtains from the lobby, he knew something was wrong. Though she was dressed as he had instructed, in something black and sexy her attitude was wrong. The high-waisted, high-cut leg, form-fitting, leather-look panties, and zipper-fronted sports bra made her look ready for a biker girl throw down, not a night of fun and games as his bondage mannequin.
He sat at the bar, nursing a glass of orange juice and catching up on the latest club gossip. He watched her intently, waiting for her to see him as her gaze swept the room, but she didn’t acknowledge him as she shifted from back and forth, her hands tapping on her thighs as she looked for…someone.
Finally, she moved further into the room. She stalked across the bar as if she were wearing spike-heeled boots instead of bare feet, her hips rolling with a sexy gait that had his cock plumping.
He could practically see the sparks of hyperactive energy flashing around her as she crossed the main club room to where Mistress Jenna was talking with her boys. Silk waited patiently for the Domme’s attention, then once Jenna had dismissed her boys to whatever tasks she had assigned them, she took Silk’s hand and led her to the back corner where they settled on a couch in the secluded area.
He frowned at them, feeing neglected and powerless until Jenna met his gaze. A raised eyebrow and slight tilt of her head had him off his stool and crossing the bar. He ignored the comments of those he passed about being whipped. He and Silk knew the truth of who was really in charge.
He could hear the tension in Silk’s voice long before he could make out her words as she talked to the floor. As he watched, tears fell and puddled on the wood floor as she said, “…he won’t want me. No one ever wants me. They just can’t handle my kind of crazy.”
Instead of arguing with the distraught woman, Rafe sat down beside her and easily lifted her so she sat across his lap. Wrapping one arm around her body and gripping her thigh, he lifted the other to the back of her head, to keep her head nestled against his chest.
“I can’t fix what’s wrong if you don’t talk to me, wildcat,” he said, rubbing his cheek back and forth across the top of her head.
Silk continued to shake in his embrace and tears continued falling, branding his chest with her sadness. Though he was willing to stay there all night if need be, she seemed to grow tenser in his arms, rather than relaxing.
“Silk? Talk to me please.”
Her entire body shuddered as she took a deep breath then released it on a sigh. “My mother kicked me out of the house this morning. The company has no jobs for me so I can’t pay for an apartment by myself, even if there was one availa
ble to rent in a halfway decent neighborhood.”
“And you didn’t call me because?”
When she tried to lift her head, this time he allowed it, meeting her sad black-brown eyes squarely while working hard to keep his disappointment from his expression.
“I wanted to take care of this on my own. We’ve barely known one another a week and I didn’t want you to feel obligated to offer me a place to stay. Maybe, someday, when you’ve gotten to know me better, but not like this. I wanted to have a job and a place to live and be perfect at doing yoga and stilling my thoughts and being the perfect submissive, your perfect submissive.”
She continued shaking, her fingers moving faster than he thought fingers could move as her legs bounced and toes tapped on the sofa.
Her words were rushed, forced, and so soft he had to focus to hear them, but Rafe understood. He couldn’t help but smile at the mental image Silk described as being “perfect” for him, and while his palm itched with a need to spank some sense into the woman, he held back. She was too frazzled to understand what he wanted to tell her. He needed to settle her, mind and body, if he wanted her to fully grasp his vision for their future.
“I’m going to help you settle, wildcat. Can you trust me to do that?”
Silk blinked slowly. He could see she was thinking hard and fast. Finally, her head dropped once and came back up as she said, “Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl,” he said, brushing a kiss on her forehead.
Shifting his arms, he stood and carried her across the room to the raised stage. An inverted U had been placed in the center of the stage for his demonstration. Once he set her on her feet, he settled his hands on her shoulders and held her steady. He waited to speak until she was relatively still and her gaze lifted to meet his.
“Strip and put your things in that bag.” He nodded to his toy bag at the back of the stage. “Then come back and stand quietly facing the back of the stage.”
“Yes, Sir,” she said.
He walked around the stage, feeling a bit flustered as he waited for her to do as ordered. His cock was hard and needing to be in her, but he refused to take her in a rush, so they would both have to wait until another hour or so. But he vowed that they would both be nice and relaxed before he took her home, where she would be living for the indefinite future, even if he had to tie her to the bed to keep her there.
Once she was in a standing slave position with her back to the room, he looked at the bar and nodded to Jackson. The lights aimed at the stage came up and Jenna joined him on stage.
“Did you get things worked out?” she asked softly, holding a hand over the microphone.
“We’re about to,” Rafe said before turning to his woman.
After putting wrist cuffs on his woman, Rafe connected them to hooks that were straight out from her shoulders. Though her fingers were twitching and she was swaying gently, it wasn’t nearly as bad as when she’d arrived.
After patting the scissors in his pocket, he grabbed a deep red rope and went to work. As he wrapped a chest harness, which wound round her breasts in the front, Jenna gave an introductory speech to bondage and broke down the different types. By the time she finished, he had finished with the chest harness. Moving around so he could see her face, he looked into her eyes. “How you doing, wildcat?”
“Green, Sir,” she said, looking more at peace, though he could tell she was still thinking too much. Her fingers continued to wave like blades of grass in the wind, but she was no longer bouncing.
“Good, girl,” he said, giving her a long, deep kiss.
Deciding she needed something else to distract her mind further, he went to his bag and retrieved an orange butt plug and a small packet of lubricant. It was bigger than the red one he had put in her at his house, but he was certain she could handle it, and it would help keep her mind off the fact that he was about to completely immobilize her.
Once he was out of her sight again, he quickly lubed the plug and, after playing with her back hole for a few seconds, eased it into her. She gave a moaning whine and tried to shift away from the intruding plug. That earned her two quick, hard swats, one on each cheek. Their audience, which had been quiet up to that point, hooted and applauded for a few seconds.
Once the plug was securely filling her back channel, Rafe adjusted his cock to a more comfortable position before picking up the orange rope. He used that to wrap from the bottom edge of the chest harness down her hips, the knots down her spine adding to the design he intended. After another check-in with his girl, he knelt behind her.
After tying the yellow rope to the front, he brought it between her legs and up so it slid between her pussy lips and lay on her clit. Bringing the length through her legs, he then wrapped then, mummy-like. It looked a lot more complicated than it was as he went all the way down her ankles. He was only mildly surprised that her bouncing had stopped completely. A check of her hands showed they were still twitching and waving like crazy.
Looking to the side of the stage, he saw Taurus standing there, waiting for his nod, which he now gave. The man joined him and together they used blue ropes to wrap Silk’s arms from shoulder to elbow, every third wrap went down and passed through the yellow loops around her legs. A green rope did the same from elbow to fingertips, again adding to the illusion of wings as they laced through the lower half of the yellow ropes.
Once everything was tied off, the two Doms stepped back and allowed their audience to see the rainbow butterfly Rafe had created. The audience showed their appreciation once more with applause and Jenna finished up with the announcement that for anyone who was interested in learning the art of the ropes, there would be a class and they should see Jackson at the bar to sign up.
Once things settled and Taurus left the stage, Rafe stepped around to look into Silk’s face.
“Wildcat? How are you holding up?” he asked, lifting a hand to stroke one cheek.
* * * *
She was amazed to find that the more rope encased her body, the slower her brain worked. By the time she was encased from chest to fingertips and toes, she was on the verge of entering that floaty subspace place once more, which baffled her as no other dominant had ever been able to send her flying, but Rafe had done it just by tying her up. Rafe truly had come to master her body in only a few days.
When he asked how she was, she didn’t have enough working brain matter to lie. “I’m horny,” she whispered. “I need you, Master. Can you untie me now?”
That earned her a smug, approving look from Rafe just before he brushed a kiss on her lips. “No, I don’t think so, but I will take care of your hornys and my own.”
She didn’t understand until her arms were released from where they were attached to the inverted U stand. Instead of moving her, he set a hand between her shoulders and pushed down, forcing her to bend forward. A moment later, her arms were reconnected to the posts.
“Master?”
“Shhh, wildcat. I told you I’d take care of you and I will.” A warm hand patted her left ass cheek as Rafe walked around, checking her fingers and toes. “Nothing hurts, does it? No tingling? Numbness?”
She looked around, but the brighter stage lights had been turned off. She and Rafe were alone, and from the sounds she could hear behind her, the crowd had dispersed and returned to their own playing.
“No, Master. I’m just horny.”
Though she tried to look into his face, the way she was bound kept her view from going much past his belt buckle. “Well, now that you’ve settled, how about we talk?”
Her eyes went wide when he reached down and opened his belt, and then his jeans, pushing them down just far enough to free his cock and balls. His cock was hard, the tip glistening with a drop of fluid. Silk couldn’t help herself and licked her lips in anticipation.
She began panting when Rafe wrapped one hand around his cock and stroked it slowly up and down the length. “I was most disappointed you had problems today and didn’t bother to call me.”
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br /> “I’m sorry, Master,” she said, her eyes glued to his erection as it moved closer. She parted her lips in preparation and moaned when he pushed between them, slowly filling her mouth with his flesh. She sucked and bobbed her head as well as she could, but the position was not ideal for giving a good blowjob.
“I have decided you will move into the guestroom until we can make things legal and binding, but that’s not to say you won’t be spending every night in my bed, probably naked and tied down in some way since it seems to be the only way to keep you calm,” Rafe said as he fucked her mouth.
She whined when he suddenly pulled out and walked away. She heard him walk around behind her, then felt him push at the ropes that wrapped around her upper thighs where they meet her ass cheeks. A moment later, his cock pressed between her legs, finding her pussy and sliding home as if it were a heat-seeking missile. Once he was fully embedded and his pelvis pressed against her ass cheeks, he stopped moving.
Silk whined as she tried to find some way to move. Problem was, he had her tied and positioned so all she could do was stand there and take what he gave her.
“Do you agree, wildcat?”
“Master?”
She yelped when he smacked the side of her right ass cheek. “Pay attention, sweetheart. We’re negotiating and you need to agree to my terms and rules.”
“Yes, Master.”
Rafe began fucking her slow and easy, which somehow made it even easier to pay attention to his words. “You will move into the guest room this weekend. You will allow me to take care of you until you can find a job that you love and that will challenge that amazing brain of yours. Then, and only then, will you worry about contributing to the household budget. Understand?”
“Yes, Master,” Silk said, and felt something inside her relax.
“You will start keeping a journal. Every evening you will write down all the things that are worrying you, whether it be the weather, the state of the world, or if you think you are woman enough for me. Agree?”
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