by Dace Everan
Chapter Nine
She watched him cross the room and open his closet. She craned her neck to see in. He disappeared inside, returning with a tray. She lay back. Too late. He caught her. He smiled at her curiosity. Paula could see a feather, a real big, fluffy one. Her tummy did a flip-flop and she squirmed. “You’re going to tickle me to death?” she asked… well, croaked. She had dreamed of feeling the sensation.
Sam smiled, laying the tray at the end of the bed between her spread legs. His eyes darkened as his gaze slid over her glistening pussy. He smirked. She liked being bound.
Paula craned to see. Her eyes widened. He had three different sizes of dildos, a vibrating egg, the feather, and a blindfold. Her gaze darted back to the dildos and her pussy clenched. She didn’t want those!
Sam pondered the look on her face. He held up the first dildo.
She shook her head, panic in her eyes.
He harrumphed. Five inches was too big? “Too much?” he asked.
Paula nodded. Her eyes darted to his midsection then the dildo he held. Her heart sank. They would never be able to do this! He would never get to have sex with her.
“Tell me about your first time, Paula,” he murmured, picking up the blindfold.
Paula blushed. Her mind raced and her heart pumped rapidly, eyes watching him round the bed with the blindfold. “It was…quick, clumsy, and painful,” she uttered in a rush.
Sam nodded. “Okay, painful when he touched you or actually had sex with you?”
“Both,” she blurted. The whole experience had been horrible, the eager hands when he had gotten too involved with touching her, forgetting himself and just fulfilling his own need and not hers.
Sam motioned her to hold her head up. She looked into his eyes. “I want you to relax. I’m here. You know I’m here. How are your wrists and ankles?”
She looked up at her wrists. “Fine.” She moved her feet, giving him a nod.
Sam smiled. “Trust me?”
She nodded without hesitation. He laid the blindfold over her eyes.
Paula inhaled slow breaths. His scent attacked her, warmed her, and excited her. She could hear him pad around the bed, the soft swish of his pants as he walked, his feet pressing into the plush carpet. Then quiet.
“Tell me more, Paula…about what happened with him.”
Paula frowned. “I…don’t know. What is it you want to know?” She moved, trying to hear where he was. She was sure at the end of the bed. If her heart would stop pounding so loud, she could pinpoint him! Or if her breathing wasn’t so damn heavy!
Sam picked up the feather, looking at it then her naked body restrained to his bed. Pride filled him. It had taken her a few weeks to come here to him, but she was here and that alone was a testament to her bravery.
“Was he gentle? Did you have feelings for him? I want every little detail,” he ordered, running the feather up the inside of her thigh. Her legs twitched and tried to close. Her hands fisted. He smiled when her mouth fell open and a soft breath gushed from her. He twirled the tip of the feather in circles around her pussy. Oh, sweet pussy. He couldn’t wait to lick her pussy, lap up her sweet juices. He hummed.
“I knew him for years…good friends,” she whispered, a pant escaping her when he circled her breasts in light figure eights. She should never have asked Greg for that.
Sam watched as her brow crinkled. “You liked him?”
Paula shook her head. “Not like that…” She grimaced. She didn’t want to talk about this! Not while he was wreaking havoc on her body like he was. “I trusted him to be careful… He knew me all my life. He should have known to be more careful.” She gritted the last part. The feather disappeared. She whimpered.
Sam picked up the tray, moving it to the nightstand, plucking up the smallest dildo he had brought, along with the vibrator. “Keep on going, Paula,” he encouraged.
Paula slumped, restraints tugging on her wrists. She didn’t care about the shots of pain splintering up her arms. “I asked him to be careful. He promised me he would be.” She relaxed when she felt his hand on her wrist, gently rubbing. Her hand opened and she wanted him to hold her hand like a little girl, needing that hand to help her up.
Sam caressed her palm, his finger tracing over the many lines.
“He was gentle at first…soft kisses, gentle petting.” She stopped when his hand stopped. Her head moved to see where he was. He had to be next to her. Then she felt his hand on her other wrist. Her head moved to look that way. “I was nowhere near ready. I was getting into it…” She clenched her teeth in frustration when he caressed her palm. “Once he had my pants off, he just…” She shook her head.
Sam’s lips pressed to hers. “You’re doing great, Paula… Keep talking,” he whispered, his hot breath warming her.
“He wasn’t very big…not saying that to be mean, either.” She had to let him know even an average man had torn her. She shuddered as tears welled in her eyes, remembering every sensation that had accompanied her first time. His lips caressed her neck and the bed dipped on her left side. Then she felt warmth over her, the bed dipping beside her right hip.
“Keep going, Paula.” His mouth trailed warm kisses down her neck. He must be straddled over her.
Her legs tensed as she remembered the pain that had ripped through her when he had thrust into her. “He didn’t even try to be gentle about it…” she sobbed.
Sam’s lips pressed to hers in a kiss. He pressed his forehead to hers. “I’m here, Paula,” he whispered.
She sniffled. “He just tore into me. It hurt so bad.” She was shaking now.
Sam cupped her face, let her feel his weight, let her know that he was there. She relaxed a little. “Keep going, Paula,” he ordered. His hands reached up, fingers interlocking with hers.
She shuddered, head tilting back as if to look away from him. “He just kept going. I screamed for him to stop, to pull out, something…clawed at him.” She shook her head. “I passed out, and when I woke up, he was gone and I hurt everywhere.”
She tensed. The doctors had said he not only took her vaginally but anally. So he had continued after she was out. The shame she had felt… “I called Dad. I was in hysterics.”
Sam’s lips caressed her jaw.
“I don’t remember how I got to the hospital, just that when I woke up, Dad was next to me. He looked tired. I had IVs hooked up to me. I had stopped breathing at some point.”
Sam clenched his teeth. He was going to find out who this fucker was, hunt him down, and kill him. He removed the blindfold. She blinked her eyes and focused on him. “I will never hurt you, Paula.”
She nodded. The deep-seated look in his eyes told her he told the truth.
Sam eased off of her. He replaced the blindfold. She didn’t need to see what was coming at her. He wanted her to feel. “What happened to him?” Sam asked, moving from her, kneeling between her legs.
He leaned close, inhaling her scent, eyes darting to her face. She wasn’t answering. He placed a hand on her creamy thigh, smiling at the contrast. He couldn’t wait to show her that later. He gave a little squeeze. Her body bucked. Her mouth opened and her face took on that prominent, hard-jawed look she always got when she was about to yell at him.
“Paula, I don’t like to repeat myself, especially when I have a brilliant, beautiful, naked woman in front of me who I know understands the question,” he replied, hand skimming up her leg toward her pussy. Her body tensed. “Relax,” he ordered.
“He disappeared a year after he got out of the slammer,” she uttered in a rush.
Sam looked at her. “He went to jail, for what he did to you?”
Paula nodded.
His hand grasped her leg and the pain it offered was what she guessed was equal to that of a spanking he would have given to one of those women in the club.
Her pussy trickled, she could feel it. She was sure she was ruining the beautiful deer skin beneath her. “Yes. He continued after I passed out. The doctors had d
one a thorough exam… He did other things.” She whispered the last part.
“What other stuff?” he growled, hand tightening on her leg unconsciously.
“Samuel.” It was a meek plea.
He released her, leaning in to kiss her thigh. “Sorry, sugar.” He waited for her to answer.
“He had anal sex with me.”
The growl that emitted from Sam scared Paula. “I want to see, Sam! I…” She cringed. Should she call “ice cream”? She didn’t like that sound from him, not when he had her tied and naked in front of him.
Sam cracked his neck. “He’s gone now?”
Paula nodded. “Disappeared,” she cried, hands fisting.
Her whole body was tense and any chance of relaxing her now would be hard. He furrowed his brow and slipped the blindfold from her eyes.
She blinked at him. “I don’t like when you growl like that!” she blurted.
Sam nodded. “I don’t like men who rape woman who trust them not to,” he replied, reaching up and loosening her left wrist then her right. He reached behind him and loosened her ankles.
Paula furrowed her brows. “What are you doing, Sam?”
He cupped her face and placed the softest kiss on her lips. “Baby steps, Paula. This isn’t going to happen all in one night.”
Paula slumped. She wanted it to, though.
He rubbed his nose along hers. “Come, I wanna show you something.”
Paula slumped back when he crawled from her.
He tapped her thigh. “Coming?”
Paula grunted. “No,” she snapped.
Sam smiled, crossing to his closet, pulling out a random shirt and returning to her. “Come on, pouter, maybe later we can try again.”
Paula grunted, crossing her arms over her chest. She wasn’t budging. She wanted him to touch her, to make her pant out his name and beg for more.
Sam sat in front of her, loosened her arms, and held her hands in his. “Your wrists are red, Paula. You need to move and get circulation going,” he whispered.
Paula looked down, eyes widening. She hadn’t even felt any pain. Sam draped the checkered red shirt around her, pulling it together over her front. Paula looked at the shirt, a smile coming to her lips. Shit, he had a lumberjack shirt!
* * * *
Paula watched him make a smoothie. She buttoned up a few buttons on the front and shifted, scrunching up her nose. She couldn’t believe he had stopped. Jerk! Big, mean, muscled… Her eyes wandered the length of his naked back as he dug through his fridge. Her head tilted to the side admiring, him. Hot, sexy, manly jerk.
Sam could feel her heated stare. He could also feel her anger and frustration. He carried the carton of strawberries, blueberries, the banana, and jug of milk to the counter. He grabbed out the chopping block, strainer, and a paring knife.
After a few minutes of watching him as he sliced and diced, she slumped. “You wanted me to see you cut up fruit?” she grumbled.
Sam chuckled. Okay, she was rather pissed. He could understand that. He put the knife down and leaned across the island until his face was inches from hers. “You, little one, are not the only one frustrated. I’ve been waiting a year to get you here,” he reminded her, returning to his work.
Paula felt guilty. He was right. She had only anticipated being physical with him the last few weeks. However the hell had he managed a year and no release? He hadn’t fucked any of those women in the club. Shit, there was a few times when he called Jazz in to do the job for him. She had thought maybe he had an erectile problem, but nope. As far as she could tell from the straining bulge in his pants, no problem in that area.
“Your hand must be sore,” she said without thinking, cheeks staining a bright red.
Sam looked at her, stopped everything and just looked at her.
The smile on his face made her ease. Good, he had a sense of humour. He needed one of those around her. She was a sarcastic little bitch and could offend at times if a person didn’t know her well enough. “I could help you with that. I might be clumsy, but I’m sure I can get the job done.”
Sam’s grin grew. He didn’t care if she was clumsy. The thought that she wanted to aid him was all he needed to know. He slid over the blueberries. “Be as clumsy as you like,” he teased.
Paula rolled her eyes. Not what she meant at all.
Sam chuckled, watching her drag herself from the comfort of his barstool and round the island to his side.
She plucked up the strainer, tossed a handful of berries in it, and held it under the tap, giving it a shake. “How come you never have sex with them?” she asked, popping a blueberry in her mouth, daring to glance at him.
Sam smiled, popping a strawberry in his mouth. “I was taught by my master to please my partner. The ones I took were looking for physical pain. I can deliver that. The ones who wanted more”—he shrugged—“I gave to Jazz. I like bringing women to that mind-altering point. I discussed everything I did beforehand. All consented to me bringing in Jazz.”
Paula nodded. “But not once did you screw any of them.”
Sam smiled. “I guess they just weren’t doing it for me, not in that matter,” he replied, tossing his fruit in the blender, grabbing the strainer full of blueberries from her hand and pouring them in.
Paula leaned against the counter, watching him. He had a master? Was he submissive at one point, or did all Doms have a master? Her father’s establishment was a little lax compared to some of the places she had heard about. “Do all of you get masters? I don’t understand the whole process of becoming a Dom.”
Sam smiled. “I had a master,” he filled in, turning the blender on.
Paula grunted, screwing up her face in a scowl. Of course he would give her a short answer then turn the stupid blender on. He motioned for her to go to a cupboard. She glared at him and crossed to the cupboard, pulling out two glasses.
Sam poured the smoothies into the glasses. “I was eighteen when I walked into my first club. Had no idea what anything was about. All I knew was those chicks in the shiny black outfits with whips and high heels were sexy.”
Paula smiled. They were. She had bought herself an outfit then felt like an idiot when she realized she didn’t have what it took to wear it in the bedroom. She was way too scared to do anything in the bedroom. After her first experience, she had given up on the whole sex thing. It took years to even try to touch herself. Lila had encouraged it, taken her to sex shows, sex shops, and helped her in any way she could.
“I walked into a good club. Thank God. I couldn’t imagine what could have happened to me if I stepped in one of the lesser ones. A couple of men approached me. I was ready to leave, thinking I’d entered some gay club when this tall, lean, sexy thing approached me.” He chuckled. “Shit, she hit hard. I laughed so much I cried,” he admitted.
Paula stared at him, eyes wide and full of interest. He had let a woman whip him and he had cried.
“I was a horribly rude little boy,” he voiced in a softer tone.
She assumed he mimicked his masters’ words, not his.
“After-hours one night, she followed me home. The next day, she showed up on my doorstep near dinnertime and ordered me take her out to dinner.”
He handed Paula her glass and led her out of the kitchen and upstairs. “During supper, she laid it all out for me and answered any questions I had, and offered to bring me into the lifestyle.”
Paula nodded, waiting. There sounded like there was more. She glanced around the second floor when he stopped. Why the hell were they up here? She didn’t like it up here. Mind you, she knew what to expect this time.
Sam led her around to the door, taking a sip. Paula peeked in, eyes widening. It was all different. She looked at him then back in.
“Paula-friendly,” he declared, motioning for her to go in.
He had gotten rid of so many things. Guilt struck her. He was totally serious about her! Oh God… Was she serious about him? She faltered.
Chapter Ten
Sam took hold of her elbow when she stumbled to the side. “Paula?”
She shook her head. “You shouldn’t have done this, Sam. I know how much this stuff is. What did you do with the cross? Oh fuck, half your equipment is gone!” She dared take another step.
Sam hugged his body around hers, resting his chin on the top of her head. “I like it,” he declared. “I suppose I can’t have any more parties, though. Maybe for beginners? I could do some classes for those interested in it.”
Paula looked up at him. “Are you serious?”
Sam smiled. “Sure, why not? It’s not in the least threatening. I was talking to your father about starting a class night, an introduction into the lifestyle. I know I would feel better knowing the people walking into his place had some knowledge. Jared would love to work there.”
Paula needed to sit down. Sam sensed her angst. He took hold of her hand and led her to the large fur rug area of the room. He took her glass and put it in the middle. She shook her head. “You’re going to wreck.” She stopped as a little table appeared. She smiled, sitting, hands floating over the soft fur.
Sam crawled in behind her, hugging her to his chest. “Paula, like I said, this is not going to happen overnight. I am not going to rush you into this.”
Paula shook her head, turning in his arms, kneeling in front of him. “You can’t do this, Samuel! What if I don’t want this?” she uttered.
Sam didn’t bring her here to argue. He clasped her hands in his. “Paula, I wanted you the moment I laid eyes on you.” He caressed her cheek. “Knowing how delicate you really are… I will do everything I can to make sure you can have what you want, and don’t you dare tell me this isn’t what you want.” He reached down between her legs. His middle finger slipped into her silken folds, welcomed by her juices. “You trusted me enough to get you this far. I helped you get this far. Being tied to my bed helped that. You cannot deny when your body is screaming out the obvious.” He slid his finger along her folds, hoping to the heavens he wasn’t hurting her. “You think I didn’t see the want in your eyes at the club? I have been trained to watch for the looks, the movements, the reactions.”
