by Eden Bradley
“You’re in trou-blllle,” Lora singsonged to Callie.
“You’re in plenty of trouble yourself,” Jack growled. “Can either of you walk, or should I carry you out of here?”
“I’m fine. I can walk. I can even drive,” Lora insisted, scooting out of the booth. Once upright, though, she swayed on her feet, and Jack caught her around the waist.
“You’re not fine, and you’re sure as fuck not operating a vehicle in the state you’re in. We’ll leave your car here and come back for it in the morning. Get your coats on.” He looked at Callie, whose eyes had drifted shut. “Callie!” Her eyes opened, and when Jack saw how glassy and unfocused they were, he cursed under his breath. “Stay here while I get Lora to the car.”
“Aye aye, Sir.” She mock saluted him, and his hand itched to put her over his knee right then and there.
Supporting Lora around the waist, he practically dragged her to his car and deposited her in the backseat, rolling her onto her side in case she got sick. He then collected Callie and put her in the front seat, reaching around her to buckle her seat belt. After scooting around to the driver’s side, he got in and headed for Lora’s house.
“Where we goin’?” Lora asked.
“To your house. What number is it again?”
“Fifty-two.” She dissolved into giggles.
What the hell could be so funny about the number fifty-two?
Lora chimed in again. “You’re such a hard-ass. I told you I was fine.”
Jack gripped the steering wheel tightly to keep his anger in check, not saying a word.
He steered the car into her driveway and went around to the passenger side. Pulling Lora slowly out of the car, afraid she might toss her cookies all over his shoes, he walked with her up the porch steps. “Where’s your key?” She began to dig through a monstrosity of a purse, grumbling when the key didn’t magically appear. Finally she found it, and Jack opened the door. “What do you need all that crap for, anyway?”
“Just need it,” Lora mumbled as Jack turned on the light. “Eek! Too bright.”
“You could use a little brightness,” Jack called as he went back out to get Callie from the car. She hadn’t even managed to unbuckle her seat belt, so Jack reached across her once again.
Callie grabbed his cheeks in her small hands. “You should turn that frown upside down!”
Removing her hands from his face, he looped them around his neck and hauled Callie upward. She almost put them both in a snowbank when she lurched forward, but luckily Jack had excellent balance and kept them upright. “Son of a—”
Callie snickered, and it took everything he had not to yank up her skirt to show her there wasn’t a thing funny about her current situation. But Jack had never spanked in anger and wasn’t about to start now. Besides, she hadn’t been with him or under his power—they hadn’t talked about him collaring her permanently yet, so he didn’t really have the right to punish her. Jack sighed as he deposited Callie on the couch and helped Lora toward her bedroom. When he came back into the living room, Callie was struggling to take her fancy high-heeled boots off. He knelt at her feet and began to tug at them.
“Now who’s kneelin’, huh?”
“Not for long, beauty.” Rising, he went in search of aspirin and water. Handing both to Callie, he said, “Drink up. I’m going to make sure Lora got into bed all right.”
Callie didn’t answer, and Jack went to knock on Lora’s door. He heard a muffled sound, which he hoped was come in, and stepped over the threshold. He took a moment to look around Lora’s room. It was as he expected—filled to the brim with knickknacks, art, clothes, everything under the sun. Lora had never struck him as much of a neat freak, and seeing her bedroom pretty much confirmed his suspicions. He handed her a glass of water and a couple of pills. “This will help with the hangover.”
Lora was flat on her back, stretched out diagonally on the comforter. Jack pulled off her shoes and then reached for her bulky sweater.
Though Lora’s voice was muffled through the fabric, he heard her say, “What’re you doin’?”
“Getting you more comfortable for bed.” Lora snorted, and Jack ignored her as he grabbed a bunch of the pillows women loved to cover their beds with. “This will make sure you don’t roll over onto your back.”
Lora waved him off. “I’m fine.”
“I’ll be back in to check on you during the night.” He left the room, closing Lora’s door only partway. While he’d been helping Lora, Callie had stumbled into her own room. He went inside, leaving her door ajar as well so he could hear if Lora got sick, and began to undress Callie. She let him dress her in a big T-shirt he found lying on the bed. He lifted her legs and tucked her into bed.
“Stay with me,” she murmured, yawning again.
“I’m not going anywhere. I’m going to stay, so I can check on both of you. We’ll talk in the morning.”
“Don’t be mad at me. We were havin’ a good time. Then Lora ordered these shots an’ wanted to play Truth or Dare, an’ you know I can’t hold my liquor when I start doing shots, but she kept ordering more and more—”
Jack cut her off. “You’re an adult—you didn’t have to do anything you didn’t want to do. Go to sleep.”
Callie grumbled for a minute or two but soon dropped off. Jack rose and went to check on Lora, who was sprawled on her side, snoring. He shook his head and went back to Callie’s room, where he curled up to grab a few winks before he had to check on the women again.
~ * ~
SIX
The next morning, he’d already been up long enough to go to the store for breakfast food and made a pot of coffee before Lora and Callie made their appearances. They looked like shit, their complexions pale and eyes sunken. He poured both a cup of the coffee he’d brewed extra strong and then set about starting breakfast.
Lora spoke first. “We know we screwed up, so let us have it.”
Jack didn’t turn away from the stove where he was laying strips of bacon in a large skillet. “I’m not going to lecture you. You’re big girls. You knew what you were doing and what the consequences would be.” Opening the package of hash browns, he dumped them into another pan. After he got the eggs ready to scramble, he hunted through Lora’s cupboards for glasses and poured them both some orange juice. They watched him work in silence.
When the food was ready, Jack brought it over and set a plate in front of each of them. “I’m leaving now to go home and shower. Callie—I want you to eat every bite on that plate, then take a shower and come over to my place.” He looked at Lora. “Do you need me to take you back to the bar to pick up your car?”
“No, I’ll figure something out.” Lora wouldn’t even look at him and her voice shook.
“All right. Let me know if you can’t find someone to drive you.” He planned to ask Callie how much she knew about his and Callie’s relationship or, better yet, how much she actually understood. If she truly “got” D/s, she’d know she had nothing to fear from him. Then he scoffed. What relationship? Unless he convinced her to stay, Callie was only subbing for him for a few weeks and then going home. The thought of that happening made his insides twist into knots. “Callie? See you in a bit.”
Callie nodded, looking miserable. He was sure she had the hangover from hell, but felt no sympathy for her. When they’d been together, he’d been adamant about her never driving drunk, and he was sure she remembered his history. Knowing she had still been ready to get into a car with Lora caused ice to flow through his veins. If he’d lost her…
A few hours later, his doorbell rang and he let Callie in. As soon as she cleared the threshold, he barked out, “Kneel.” She stripped and then grabbed her collar out of her purse before kneeling. He let her sit there wondering what he was going to do for a moment. Then Jack grabbed her chin and forced her gaze to his. “Now, my beauty, tell me what you did last night.”
“I drank too much.”
“And?”
Callie’s eyes clouded. “I-I don’t
know, Sir.”
“You don’t know?”
“No. I mean, I called you…”
He let her stew some more and then said, “You didn’t ‘call’, you drunk dialed.” Callie’s head lowered, and he knew he’d hit his mark. Grabbing her chin again, he waited until she raised her gaze. “You weren’t asking for a ride because Lora was too drunk to drive. You said Lora dared you to call me. And remember how Lora kept buying shots? You should have refused those shots, knowing neither one of you should have been drinking more. It was irresponsible.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“But the fact both of you were so incapacitated you didn’t even understand Lora shouldn’t be behind the wheel is what really upsets me. You know how I feel about drunk drivers.”
“I’m sorry, Sir.”
Jack took a deep breath in an effort to cool his temper. “Before I forget, how much does Lora know about Dominance and submission? How much does she understand? She seemed to be afraid of me this morning.”
“I don’t think she was afraid, Sir. I think she was embarrassed. She knows you’re a Dominant and that I submit to you. I haven’t explained all the implications of that, but I don’t think she’s actually frightened of you.”
“Good. You may have your collar now.” Jack reached under her hair to fasten the collar before stepping back.
He didn’t give a damn if it was his right to punish her. She’d scared the hell out of him. Just the thought of Lora driving drunk and getting into an accident with Callie in the car twisted his insides. Attaching her leash, he led her on hands and knees to the living room. Jack reached for the lube on the coffee table and said, “Over the arm of the couch.” She complied, and he pulled apart her cheeks, squirting lube directly on her anus. He put more on his finger and entered, stretching her.
Adding another finger, he began to saw in and out. “I’m going to insert a plug.” He heard a little whimper out of Callie. “Reach back and spread your ass cheeks.” She did, and he began to work the inflatable plug, which he’d also lubed, into her ass. Even lubed up, it would be very uncomfortable, as it was wider than even his cock.
He called it the ‘punishment plug’ because he never used it in play, as it was almost seven inches long and three inches wide. As with all his toys, he’d tried it on himself, and he’d felt like he was splitting in half. But Callie deserved this punishment for what she’d done. She whimpered again, and he spanked her inner thigh. “Silence.”
The plug was black, and he took a moment to contemplate it against her pale skin. Squirting more lube on the remaining length, he pushed it farther into her. Long moments later, it was finally seated, and he gave it one last push before inflating it. When he was done, he positioned her on her hands and knees again.
“You’ll think twice before drinking too much next time, won’t you?”
Callie sniffed. “Yes, Sir.”
“And about letting your drunk friend drive?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Stay right there. I’ve got some things to do.”
He proceeded to trim his Christmas tree while Callie stayed in position. As the minutes stretched out, he knew she was probably wondering what was going on as her head was down so she couldn’t see what he was doing, but Jack continued to ignore her. Her legs and arms were starting to shake, but still he said nothing. Staying in one position was surely making her sore by now, but the other, more important part of the punishment was him going about his business and not speaking to her, forcing her to stay inside her own head. Finally, taking a seat in his favorite chair, he looked at the clock, saw that an hour had gone by, and said, “You may kneel at my feet.”
Callie groaned and crawled over to him. He turned on the TV and watched a program, still not speaking to her. When it ended a half hour later, he reached down and took her chin in his hand. “You were a good girl. Stay here. I have some things for you.” He wasn’t sure if now was the best time to give her the Christmas gifts, but he wouldn’t see her again until after Christmas, and truth be told, he was excited to see her reaction.
Callie’s eyebrow rose, but she didn’t say anything. Going to the closet in his master bedroom, he withdrew the items he’d picked up the other day and brought them back to Callie. “They’re not wrapped,” he said and then laughed to himself at his own foolishness. No doubt she wasn’t expecting anything from him for Christmas, so why should Jack be ashamed he hadn’t wrapped them up all pretty?
Because you want her to be happy.
He dropped the packages in front of her. “Anyway, here.” Taking a seat in the chair, he waited for her to look at everything. Among the items were a minicrop, a triple-headed vibrator, snowflake-shaped nipple shields, and a penis gag. He’d never used a penis gag before, but the thought of Callie sucking on the silicone head while he played with her made his dick hard as a spike.
“I’d like to see you tomorrow night after you get done with your family. Plan on spending the night.”
She just blinked at him, and he knew he’d surprised her. He didn’t like to share his bed, and even when they’d been together before, she’d never stayed over.
“I should be able to come over, probably midevening.”
“Great. I’ll put this stuff in the playroom for tomorrow, then.” Scooping it all up, he went and dumped the items on the playroom table. Why was his heart beating so fast? Deciding he needed to reestablish the power exchange, even if it was only off in his head, he went back into the living room. “On your hands and knees.”
Something flickered in her eyes, but she complied.
“First, I’m going to take out the plug. Then I’m gonna replace it with my cock and fuck your ass. Because I can fuck this ass anytime I want to, can’t I?”
Callie shivered at his question, replying, “Yes, Sir, if it pleases you.”
“Fucking my beautiful submissive always pleases me. I’ve missed it.” Why did I tell her that? Not helping! He gently withdrew the plug, placing it on a towel he’d brought from the playroom. After lubing his cock, he easily slid into her stretched opening. “So hot,” he couldn’t help but growl. His good intentions of going easy on her flew out the window as her ass clenched around him, and he began fucking her with deep, even strokes, pushing his thighs against her time and time again as he shoved in balls-deep. It didn’t take long for him to come, and he released his load with a possessive pleasure he hadn’t felt in, well, about three years.
Fuck! I should’ve just taken out the plug and let her go home. I want her, but I need the power.
Pulling out, he immediately went to the bathroom to clean up. He stayed in there longer than necessary in a vain attempt to gather his wits, and then finally went back to the living room. Callie was still on her hands and knees. “I have some work to do. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.” She looked up at him, hurt and even a little anger reflected in her eyes. He hadn’t let her come, but she was being punished—she should know better than to expect to be permitted to orgasm. He avoided her gaze as he planted a light kiss in her hair before leaving the room.
Jack hid out in his home office until he heard his front door slam, then let out a long breath. He was in deep shit and pounded the desk with his fist, shocking shocks of pain up his arm. They needed to talk and still hadn’t done it. He hadn’t even asked her why she’d left. Every time he saw her, the questions just flew out of his head. But if he wanted to figure out how to hold onto her this time, he needed to know. Picking up the phone, he debated calling her. With the way she’d slammed his door, though, he would guess she was pretty pissed. Better to wait until she was in a calmer mood. With a grunt, he dropped the receiver back into the cradle and went to the kitchen for some ice for his swelling knuckles.
~ * ~
SEVEN
Stunned, Callie climbed into her car. She didn’t understand Jack’s behavior. He’d punished her, fucked her, then dismissed her. She had no idea how to react to that. If she went back to Lora’s house, she’d succumb to th
e emptiness now gnawing away at her insides and spend the rest of the day bawling. And Callie certainly didn’t want to go to her parents’ house with tear tracks running down her cheeks and face questions about why. Being seen in public was out for the same reason.
Callie hated that he could still tear her up like this—she should be stronger—she was stronger. Usually. She was a smart, successful woman. So why did Sir’s treatment of her today bother her so much? As a submissive, she naturally sought his approval; wanted to please him and make him happy. But this was ridiculous. He wasn’t even mad at her. Disappointed in her choices, certainly, but he hadn’t appeared angry. Why did she feel like the worst person in the world? Like his biggest disappointment?
She decided on a movie. At least then she’d be alone in the dark for a few hours where no one could bother her. But as she sat and subsequently noticed all the happy couples surrounding her, she was forced to hold back the tears that kept threatening to erupt. Today had been eerily similar to how he’d treated her the last time they’d been together.
Callie was in love with Jack. She had been for years, and he was the only one who got through to the very heart of her. He’d almost destroyed her once, and there was no way she was going to let him do it again.
After watching but not seeing an entire movie, she stumbled back to her car. Once back at Lora’s, she avoided her friend and headed straight to the bathroom. As she undressed, she remembered how he’d punished her today, and realized something. Now she knew precisely why she was so upset and couldn’t believe she hadn’t been able to articulate it before now. The problem was that he hadn’t so much as laid a finger on her to spank her like she’d thought he would, but instead had forced her to undress and then remain there on her hands and knees with a huge plug lodged in her ass while he went about his business!
Unbelievable! How dare he punish me like that? He had no right!
If they were in a full-time D/s relationship it would be different. And if they ever rekindled that she would be subjected to his rules and punished when she broke them, just like she had been today, but right now, she was mad as hell. He’d stepped over the line.
